demon hunter at hogwarts

Weekend, Little Hangleton.

The villagers here still live as comfortably as they did decades ago. In their free time, they come to the most prosperous Hanged Ghost Tavern in the village, have a few drinks, and then brag to each other about what they have seen and heard recently.

They didn't pay attention to the fact that a tall and thin young man with black hair appeared in the tavern.

I only know that the music box that young man carries with him is a good thing.After listening to the soothing music of ding ding dong dong, coupled with two sips of wine, everyone became more interested in talking.

From what the young man said, he seemed to be very interested in Riddle House, which was located on a hillside.

The enthusiastic villagers all talked about their opinions on the house that was once the most luxurious and magnificent house in the village.

"Young man, please listen to my uncle's advice. That house looks very grand, but it is a haunted house and cannot be lived in!"

"Ever since three members of the Riddle family died, the house has become uninhabitable. Later, it changed to two new owners, and they only lived in it for less than three months in total."

"Now someone has bought that house, but he doesn't live in it or repair it. I don't know what he is doing."

"This is called 'tax reasons'. You unsophisticated people don't understand, right?"

"Do you understand? Tell us, what is 'tax reason'?"

"..."

"Don't worry about the reason. No one lives in this house anyway. If you are interested, you can go to the shabby shed there and ask Frank. He is still hired to guard the house!"

"Frank, is that the lame old gardener? Didn't he kill three members of the Riddle family?"

"My grandpa said that he was arrested by the police and taken to Great Hangleton. He was released after being detained for a few days. He probably paid bribes to the police. My grandpa also said that he must have killed the Riddle family and we didn't care about the police. How can I put it, if this old guy had any sense and knew that we all knew what he had done, he would have left long ago."

The drinkers didn't know when the young man left the tavern. Talking viciously about Frank was obviously something they often did and enjoyed doing.

Soon after, Riddle House took up residence next to its vast lawn.

Frank Bryce, a 73-year-old veteran, was leaning on a cane and staring warily at the stranger who appeared in front of him.

"who are you?"

"A guy passing by, I'd like to know if anyone has been here lately."

"Every day, those annoying kids like to ride their bikes and crush the lawn that I worked so hard to smooth, or throw rocks into the windows."

"You know, that's not what I wanted to ask."

"I know exactly what you want to ask me. Stop pretending and let's talk it out." Frank said impatiently: "There is always only one answer. I have answered it to the police a hundred times. People are not I killed him."

"Of course you didn't kill the person."

Frank was stunned.

"I'm looking for the real murderer, and I'll ask again, has anyone entered the house recently?" the young man asked, "or, in other words, are there any traces of anyone's activity around the house?"

"No one has ever been in the house, I can tell, but Tom Riddle's grave was dug up earlier," Frank said in a low voice. "But the man may be disappointed because there is nothing valuable in the tomb."

"When did it happen?" The young man looked a little surprised and asked hurriedly.

"A month ago, everyone in the Riddle family died. No one cared what happened to their ancestral graves. Only I would clean it every once in a while out of habit..." Frank said more like He was saying to himself, "I found that the tomb showed signs of being disturbed."

"Take me to see."

Ten minutes later, Regulus appeared in front of Tom Riddle's grave and looked at the name scrawled on the marble tombstone.

Apparently the family was buried very hastily and their popularity in the village was not very good. No one even wanted to design an epitaph for them.

After looking at the tomb for a moment, Regulus said goodbye to Frank, who was still a little confused, and left Tom Riddle's cemetery.

The reason is simple. Whether it is the vast but spooky Riddle House or Old Tom's grave, which has no reputation, it is impossible for Voldemort to hide his Horcruxes.

Because in these two places, Regulus could not feel even a trace of protective magic.

The cave where the locket was hidden had more than one protective measure.

After ruling out one possibility, Regulus followed the route that Bob Ogden walked in his memory and walked on the remote path leading to Gaunt's old house.

That ancient forest was even more eerie and terrifying than what I saw in Ogden's memory. The time was obviously only afternoon, but it felt like dusk.

It was pitch black, with bare branches sticking out in all directions, like the devil stretching out his claws.

After walking a few dozen meters, Regulus had to wave his wand frequently to cast spells, because the thorns and nettles on both sides of the road had begun to attack him, just like the thorn trees and nettles he encountered in the Forbidden Forest. Like dragon claw vine.

"We've found the right place now."

But Regulus didn't feel much joy in his heart, and his expression became more solemn, because he knew what kind of protection Voldemort would put around his Horcrux, which would bite people in the woods, even appetizers It doesn’t even count.

Green flames ignited in his eyes, and the next second, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

Someone was nearby and used a method to hide himself, not wanting to be discovered, and... it seemed that he had been discovered.

Because every time he goes forward, that person will follow him.

Judging from the magic fluctuations emanating from that man, he was still a very powerful wizard.

Regulus slowed down the action of clearing the thorns, secretly accumulating magic power, and stopped about 100 meters away from Gunter's old house.

"My friend, you've been following me for so long, aren't you tired?"

Before he finished speaking, several powerful spells were shot out of his wand. At the same time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling green light suddenly shot out, far faster than the spells.

But the man was obviously well prepared and avoided the green light's attack. The green light hit a large tree in the distance where several people were hugging each other, splitting the thick trunk in half.

The late spell blasted several large craters on the ground, and the dust floating in the air outlined a thin and tall human figure.

Before Regulus could continue the attack, the man had already launched a counterattack. An unknown spell suddenly spurted out from the wand with a beam of silver light. The powerful power plowed a shallow ravine in the ground.

Even though he was proficient in the Iron Armor Curse and Universal Protection, Regulus had no intention of intercepting this spell and hurriedly dodged it with a sideways dive.

The silver light of the spell disappeared into the thorn bushes nearby, blowing up a large area of ​​wildly growing thorns into fly ash. The aftermath of the explosion even made the ground tremble slightly.

Regulus glanced at the visitor in confusion, put his left hand behind his back, and hid it under the sleeve of his robe.

No one noticed that sharp claws had grown on his five fingers, and his skin had turned dark purple with bright green lines flashing on it.

As the figure got closer, Regulus took a deep breath and his left hand returned to its original appearance.

"Mr. Principal, now is not the time for joking."

The tall and thin figure showed his true face, and it turned out to be Dumbledore, who was wearing an elegant purple wizard robe and a serious face.

"I remember someone once promised me that he would stay at the school with peace of mind and not come out to investigate things that have nothing to do with the curriculum."

"I only promise you not to track down Barty Crouch." Regulus stood up straight, used magic spells to clean off the dirt on his body, and brought the topic to Dumbledore, "Speaking of which, As the principal of the school, you haven't spent much time in the castle in the past half month, and the dust on your chair in the auditorium is almost an inch thick."

"There was originally a symposium at the Ministry of Magic, but Connelly thought that there was no need for me to attend, so he temporarily replaced my seat with Lucius's." Dumbledore said easily, as if he didn't care about this at all. I kept a rude thing in mind, "Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I stopped by here to relax. I happened to encounter someone trying to break into a lot of magic traps, so I couldn't help but plan to follow behind and take a look. I didn’t expect you to find me.”

"Now that we're here, let's get down to business." Regulus pointed to the dilapidated stone house and said, "Since Morfin's death, no one has lived in this house for at least 50 years, right? It's still standing here. "

"I think we all know the reason... This is also the purpose of your coming here, to see what is hidden inside." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he stretched out his wand and pointed forward, and whispered softly: "Vulcan clears the way. !”

A raging flame immediately burned along the path to the house in the distance.

Dumbledore waved his wand gently as if holding a baton, and the flames suddenly spread to both sides of the road, burning the thorns and nettles that were growing crazily there.

Afterwards, the two walked into Gunter's old house along the road cleared by the flames.

"This is too simple..." Regulus said doubtfully, "This kind of hospitality is completely incomparable to the one in the cave... Or does he think this is enough to stop unwelcome visitors? "

He looked around at the old Gaunt house. It had been 50 years since he saw this place in Morfin's memory, but nothing had changed. It was still so dirty and dilapidated, except that there were less wine bottles and rot on the floor. meals.

"The welcome ceremony here should have been more than that... It seems that the owner of the house feels that this place is no longer useful." Dumbledore said, staring at a torn and rotten floor.

"Because, he took what we were looking for in advance."