demon hunter at hogwarts

Dumbledore's sudden appearance immediately caused quite a stir in the bar.

"Merlin's beard! Headmaster Dumbledore! What kind of wind has brought you here!" Tom tried to straighten his stooped back, trying to keep his eyes on Dumbledore's face instead of his boots.

Even the wrinkled old witches sitting in the corner of the room, smoking low-quality tobacco and drinking sherry, turned their heads and looked at the bar.

Dumbledore raised his hand and the bar suddenly became quiet.

"Actually, I'm here to see this... um, Mr. Reinhardt. Do you still have a room? We have something to talk about."

Tom immediately picked up the drinks Regulus ordered and led the two of them into a room upstairs.

After Tom exited the room, Regulus was sure he felt a surge of magic.

Unknowingly, Dumbledore had cast anti-thief spells and repelling spells around the room, causing everyone who walked into the spell's range to think of something important and leave in a hurry.

Regulus knew the spell, but he thought he was far from capable of casting it silently and without a wand.

"Amazing spells, he is indeed the most powerful wizard now." Regulus praised.

"That's ridiculous. I remember we have reached a consensus. Voldemort is still alive. I don't think I am stronger than him." Dumbledore immediately corrected him.

Regulus was dissatisfied with Dumbledore's modesty. During his days as a Death Eater, he could feel Voldemort's fear of Dumbledore.

Then he raised a question: "I saw Severus Snape a few minutes ago. It is said that he also teaches at Hogwarts. Are the background checks for professors so relaxed now? Sir, please tell me , what other surprises has the school prepared for me? Are there any vampires?"

Dumbledore didn't seem surprised by the question: "I did have a dominatrix teach Defense Against the Dark Arts two years ago, but unfortunately, compared to teaching young children how to do magic, she She is more interested in those fresh livers... But it must be admitted that her level of weather spells is really high, and it is not easy to create a storm that sweeps the entire auditorium at the Halloween dinner..."

Regulus raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, with a funny expression.

"...To go a long way, as for Professor Severus Snape, I can trust him [-]%. Since there is no problem with his position, you must know his abilities, and he is more than enough to serve as a Potions professor." Dumbledore continued.

Regulus' hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air and asked nervously: "Potions class? Where is Professor Slughorn?"

When he was in school, Professor Slughorn liked him very much and gave him a lot of help.

Dumbledore took a sip of the cold drink and said in a relaxed tone: "Don't worry, Horace is now enjoying his retirement life. There are free Quidditch games to watch, and dignitaries from the Ministry of Magic invite him to hunt every week. And a picnic.”

Hearing that everything was normal with Professor Slughorn, Regulus obviously relaxed, took a small sip, and said: "Are you just so... don't worry about Snape? Or, in other words, are you confident that you can control the situation and not let him An accident happened? The Dark Lord would be very happy if he knew that there are several Death Eaters in Hogwarts."

"When people get older, they always like to think of the good side of others. We won't mention Severus, but you. After your death..." Dumbledore found this sentence a bit strange and immediately changed his words, "I'm sorry... ...After you disappeared, Sirius once secretly investigated the reason. The information he obtained showed that you had doubts about your "faith" and wanted to break away from the Death Eaters, but you were hunted down. Sirius believes that, It was ordered by Voldemort himself."

"He is really a good and conscientious brother. It seems that I have to take some time to go to Azkaban and hand-deliver a letter of thanks to him." Regulus said coldly.

Dumbledore put down the cold drink in his hand and asked, "With all due respect, if you were confused at the time, why didn't you ask us for help?"

Regulus smiled contemptuously: "I think I know why mother never has anything good to say when she talks about you."

"Sorry, I understand."

From Regulus's expression and tone, Dumbledore quickly understood that whether it was out of pride, disappointment in Sirius, or other reasons, the young man sitting in front of him did not look forward to growing up. Get any help from Sirius or the Order of the Phoenix, even if you have to face the terrible consequences alone.

There was an awkward silence in the room, and Regulus drank the firewhiskey viciously.

After putting down the glass, he still stared at Dumbledore, his face gloomy, as if he was really angry, and a faint green flame flashed in his eyes.

Behind the half-moon glasses, Dumbledore's blue eyes blinked, then smiled, and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

"My memory is getting worse and worse. I almost forgot about the main thing." Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone, as if the two of them had not experienced a tense conversation just now.

"what is this?"

"If your contract to teach at Hogwarts is correct, please sign it."

After speaking, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it, and the empty wine glass Regulus placed on the table turned into an exquisite quill.

Regulus quickly read through the contract, picked up his quill, and wrote the name "Arcturus Reinhardt" on it.

But the parchment paper was clean, leaving no ink marks.

"I think we need a bottle of ink."

"Ah, you don't need ink. We believe that wizards' names are magical, so you can only sign your real name on this contract." Seeing that Regulus was a little annoyed, Dumbledore added , "But don't worry, only the principal has the right to view and keep these contracts."

"Sounds like a contract of betrayal." Regulus muttered under his breath and signed his real name.

Dumbledore seemed very satisfied. He put away the parchment and asked happily: "I'm going to Gringotts to do something. An old friend with bad legs and feet has stored some things there and asked me to run a run." Under your care, would you like to come with me?"

"No, I have to... prepare lessons." Regulus refused.

"I've got to be happy for this year's students, they're going to have an outstanding Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Goodbye."

What Regulus said about preparing lessons was not prevarication.

Yesterday, when he was trying to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux, a spell went out of control, and the magic wave bounced off the wall, hitting himself.

The effect was very significant, making him weak for 10 minutes. During that period, he had to spend three times the magic power to release the spell that he usually easily cast.

He was keenly aware that after this out-of-control spell was perfected, it might have good results.

But perfecting a magic spell is not that easy.

That night, Regulus moved the undamaged family books upstairs one by one, transformed a guest room on the third floor into his own laboratory, and stayed up late to start research.

At the same time, in Hogwarts Castle, Snape hurried to the principal's office and asked to meet with Dumbledore.

"Headmaster, earlier, I saw a very familiar guy in the Leaky Cauldron. I think he is Regulus Black, who has been missing for many years."

Dumbledore nodded appreciatively: "As expected of you, Severus."

Dumbledore seemed to have completely missed the point, which made Snape a little annoyed. He raised his voice and said, "Don't you think things are strange? A man who has been dead for so many years suddenly stands alive in front of everyone. Talking and laughing, but most people don't seem to realize it! I have to remind you, Regulus Black is a Death Eater! Since he can rise from the dead, then the Dark Lord..."

Dumbledore interrupted Snape's complaint.

"I told you a long time ago that the Dark Lord will always come back, but my intuition tells me that Regulus is not an enemy. On the contrary, you have some of the same views as him. It seems that the fellow-feelings of the Death Eaters are not the same. Not stable..."

"Intuition! You actually trust your intuition on such an important matter!" Snape almost shouted.

"Yes, just like I believe you. Severus, you still remember our agreement. In one year, Harry Potter will be old enough to go to school."

Upon hearing the name, Snape froze, then turned and left the Headmaster's office angrily without saying a word.

After sending Snape away, Dumbledore took out the pensieve, pointed at his temple with the elder wand, extracted strips of silver-like memories from it, put them into the basin, and stirred them with the wand from time to time.

This contains the two memories that Regulus was forced to recall under the influence of the locket, as well as a large number of broken fragments.

To Dumbledore, those sequences were very strange.

He used Legilimency on Regulus when he visited Grimmauld Place.But at that time, Regulus's mind was in chaos and he couldn't see any valuable information at all.

Dumbledore played back every detail through the pensieve, and could only see fragmented images such as the study, the seaside, floating water plants, green flames, and the crying house elves.

It can be said that there is no clue.

Those two memories were given to him almost "voluntarily" by Regulus when he was in the Leaky Cauldron.

In his memory, Dumbledore watched the entire process of Dolohov and others torturing wizards, as well as the Black couple's quarrel.

"That makes sense."

Dumbledore poked the memory in the pensieve with his wand again.

The light and shadow changed, and under the gloomy sky, the stormy waves crashed against the isolated reef. Under the jagged cliffs, there was a dark cave like a crack.

This horrific scene flashed past, and Dumbledore's expression suddenly became more solemn than ever before.

He must have seen this scene somewhere.

Dumbledore inserted his long fingers into his white hair and thought hard.