demon hunter at hogwarts

"The Inferi are corpses resurrected by black wizards using magic. They are summoned and controlled by the caster. They have no life, souls and thoughts. They are like walking corpses. They only know how to simply obey the orders of the caster, so they are not Really alive.”

"They like darkness and dampness, and are afraid of fire and light - just like other evil creatures that live in cold and darkness."

——"Encounter with the Faceless Monster"

According to this NEWTs-level Defense Against the Dark Arts reference book, the Inferi, as the "puppets" of dark wizards, usually do not act autonomously.

For example, open your lifeless eyes, swim quickly from the bottom of the black lake where you live to the center of the lake, then climb up to the small island that seems to be composed of a large number of crystal stones, and stare at the stone basin that emits a faint green light. , and finally let out a scary sneer.

Looking at it this way, the person standing next to the stone basin at this moment is a living person, not an infernal corpse.

He was tall but extremely thin. The tattered robe could not cover his slender limbs, but the exposed skin was pale and bloodless.

The face is as thin as a skeleton, and the original color of the eyes cannot be seen, but under the background of the magic potion, they shine with a strange green light.

After standing by the stone basin for a moment, he quickly made a decision.He picked up a shell-like object next to the basin, took a spoonful of the potion, and drank it without hesitation.

The potion took effect quickly, a heartbreaking burning sensation raging in his body, and horrific visions reappeared in front of his eyes.

But he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"It seems that I am still alive."

Then, he drank spoonful after spoonful, as if the stone basin contained not a deadly potion but a delicious soup.

Until the stone basin bottomed out, a locket lay quietly there.

The man picked up the locket, opened it, took out the note inside, and read it in a hoarse voice.

"To the Dark Lord: I will be dead before you read this..."

Just after reading a line, he stopped and said to himself: "It seems that things have changed... You didn't read the message, and I didn't die."

Since he is not dead, this note is meaningless.

A green flame ignited at the man's fingertips, burning the note into ashes.

The mechanisms in the cave, whether it is a small boat that can only accommodate one person, the inferi hidden deep in the lake bottom, or the stone door that needs to be activated with blood, cannot stop him.

Finally, he left the cave and saw the cliffs and the sea, the night sky and the stars again.

"It's time to go home."

Following the path he came from in his memory, he disapparated.

Compared to passing through Voldemort's magical protection in the cave, this journey should have been much easier, but something went wrong.

The once deserted area has now become a Muggle residential area, causing his Apparition to almost fail.

"Luckily it just landed in the pool and wasn't stuck in the wall or something."

Ignoring the Muggle girls who were so frightened that they screamed, the man disapparated again.

Soon, he arrived in London, and was surprised to find that London at this time was peaceful and happy.

When he rushed to the cave before, both wizards and Muggles were in panic, the doors were closed, and there was absolutely no entertainment.

"What happened while I was lying at the bottom of the lake?"

Voldemort, of course, cannot die because the protective magic he placed in the cave is still effective, powerful, and deadly.

A counter-example is the house that appeared silently between 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place at this time.

In my memory, the owner of this house once cast all the protective spells he knew around the house for the safety of his family.

At this time, he felt no sign of the spell working.

He pushed open the iron door of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

The room was pitch dark, and the first thing that greeted him was a spider web stuck directly on his face.The choking dust mixed with the smell of moldy carpet was not much stronger than in the cave.

He frowned.

"Fluorescent flashes."

Without a wand, this spell could only condense a faint light in the palm of my hand, illuminating the path under my feet.

A mouse fled in a hurry.

But under the light, his figure was also revealed.

"Regulus? Honey, where have you been?"

A familiar voice sounded.

"I went out to do something." Regulus replied subconsciously.

"Regulus? Honey, where have you been?"

The voice repeated the question again, with a stiff tone, which was different from what Regulus remembered.

"Did it still happen..." An ominous feeling enveloped Regulus's heart. He put away the lighting spell and closed his eyes.

After opening it again, green flames ignited in the originally dark gray eyes.

He didn't know the origin of this power. Ever since he woke up at the bottom of the lake, this new ability had awakened in him.He knew how to use this power without any teacher.

Everything in the house was presented to him without any obstruction.

Ghouls, boggarts, poisonous spiders, vixenids, spotted mangoes...these things should not exist in this house.

Apart from these random creatures, there was no sign of living people in the house.

The former mistress of the house has now turned into the portrait that can only repeat questions mechanically, hanging in the hall, facing the door.

Finally, his gaze penetrated several floors and stopped on a cupboard.

"Kreacher!"

With a loud bang, the elderly house elf appeared before him.

"Thunder...Master Regulus..."

Seeing Regulus, the elf's glass ball-like eyes widened, and his wrinkled face was filled with disbelief.

The next second, the elf rushed towards the umbrella stand made of the troll's legs, trying to kill himself.

"Stop!"

Regulus stopped Kreacher's self-mutilation and walked directly to the portrait of Walburga Black.

Kreacher lit a dim lamp and handed it to Regulus. Under the dim light, the man in the portrait looked older.

At this moment, she was in tears and could no longer speak complete words. Although the man holding the lamp had been soaked in the lake water and was beyond recognition, the portrait still recognized the little son she missed day and night.

Regulus felt his stomach twitch.

When he left home, his mother was only in her 50s, and she should never have looked like this.

"How long was I in the cave?"

He soon saw the grandfather clock in his home that was always on time, and the time displayed on the clock was clearly August 1990, 8.

To him, it was just a sleep at the bottom of the black lake, but to the outside world, 11 years had passed.

Regulus threw himself on the sofa, not paying attention to the thick dust on it.

"Kreacher, tell me what has happened all these years."

Kreacher used his bullfrog-like voice to slowly describe what had happened since they parted ways in the cave.

"Kreacher can't tell anyone about what happened in the cave... The male master's health was not good to begin with. After the young master disappeared, he fell ill and died two months later..."

"...Master Sirius came back once. He tried to break into your bedroom, but the mistress stopped him. The two had a big quarrel, and Master Sirius was finally kicked out..."

"...The mistress was so sad that she went crazy...cut off all contact with other relatives and shut herself up in the house...No one can find this place..."

"...She stuck her portrait here, hoping to see the young master go home...The mistress died in grief, and no one knew...Kreacher buried the mistress..."

Kreacher was still telling, but Regulus was thinking about another thing. Although most of the protection measures used by Orion Black had failed, the last blood magic still existed. Only the owner of the house and Heir, able to discover here.

But it was obvious that no one had been to this house for a while. It seemed that Sirius had not been back home even once in the past few years.

"So, until my mother passed away, my brother...Sirius, he never came home again?" Regulus tried to keep his tone calm and not reveal his disappointment and anger towards Sirius.

No matter how tit-for-tat the relationship between the two is, as the eldest son, it is always unjustifiable not to see his mother for the last time.

Kreacher shook his head and said slowly: "A few years before the death of the mistress, Master Sirius was captured and sent to Azkaban."

This unexpected answer surprised Regulus: "Why?"

"It is said that he betrayed James Potter and his wife, leading to their deaths. After the incident was exposed, he killed Peter Pedro and 12 Muggles."

The question was answered not by Kreacher, but by an empty portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black.