demon hunter at hogwarts

There were never many customers in the Hog's Head Bar, and the dirty and shabby room would never be as lively as the Three Broomsticks Bar.

In this relatively quiet environment, it is not easy to prevent others from overhearing your conversation.

Therefore, using the Pig's Head Bar as a place for conspiracy is actually not a good choice.

But many people have no choice.

"I remember that every time I see you, you dress up differently. Can you tell me why? I'm curious."

At the table in the corner, Regulus sat opposite a man who looked like a dementor hiding under his hood. There were two glasses of firewhiskey on the table.

But the man's height was only about half of the real Dementor's.

"The situation forces us to do so, and I don't want to inherit this legacy." The wizard's voice sounded very strange, as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat, "I have brought the goods, do you want to see them?"

Regulus nodded.

The wizard placed the package on the table and untied the knot on it. Regulus peeked inside and couldn't help but sniff.

"How is it? The quality is absolutely guaranteed, and the discount price is one hundred galleons." The wizard drank the glass of fire whiskey in front of him in one gulp, and extended his hand to signal for another glass.

"I remember that we had already paid when we discussed it." Regulus looked up at the other party, frowning.

"That's the deposit..." He just said a few words and suddenly shut his mouth because the grumpy bar owner brought the firewhiskey over with a grimace.

The wizard looked a little uneasy and tugged on his hood. After the boss left, he lowered his tone and continued: "I spent a month specifically going to the beach in Mongolia to get these two water monsters back. I even missed it. This is the best time to resell those poisonous candles... Mr. Black, I always put your affairs first... I am a sincere businessman..."

"If I remember correctly, animals like Kabab mainly live in Japan. In addition... there is no sea around Mongolia." Regulus said in the tone of teaching a class, "If your sincerity is reflected in these aspects, I'm afraid This will be our last time working together."

"The famous Black family won't be short of a hundred galleons in this area..." The wizard seemed a little dissatisfied, muttered in a low voice, and tied the knot again.

Regulus stretched out his left hand and grabbed the package to prevent the wizard from putting it away. With his right hand, he took out a small bag and threw it to the other party.

The wizard caught the bag, and there was a rattling sound inside. He weighed it a few times with his hands, and said with some confusion: "There are 58 Galleons in it... I don't understand..."

"Fifty galleons for those two Kaba, and the extra eight galleons, let me ask you something." Regulus stared at the wizard and said.

The wizard originally wanted to bargain, but after seeing Regulus's expression, he couldn't help but shudder, and soon realized that there was no room for negotiation on this matter.

He hurriedly put away the small bag containing the gold coins and said flatteringly: "Tell me everything you know, and tell me everything I know."

"Is there anything special here?" Regulus took out a chart from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and pointed to one of the locations and asked.

The wizard turned left and right to study the chart for a long time.

"I have never walked through this sea area... because the legendary Delia Island should be nearby..." Finally, the wizard said, "Do you want to buy a five-legged monster? No, no, no... I won't do it, That thing is too dangerous...but...if the reward is enough, I might be able to find someone to help...I have many business partners."

business partner?

Regulus sneered secretly in his mind.

The so-called business partners are nothing more than thieves, swindlers, black marketeers, and smugglers who live in places where the sun never shines.

But their existence still has value.

"Basically, I already know everything I want to know...Thank you for your generous help. I will contact you again if necessary." Regulus blinked, with a trace of redness in his left eye. The light disappeared, "Then, goodbye, Meng..."

"Don't mention that name!" The wizard suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, trying to prevent Regulus from saying the next words.

But it was too late.

"...Dungus."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall and thin boss appeared in front of their table with movements faster than apparating.

"Mundungus?" His sharp eyes quickly locked on the target, "I have warned you many times that you are not allowed to step into my bar. It seems that you need to remember a little longer!"

Mundungus looked at Regulus as if asking for help.

"What's going on?" Regulus turned his head to the bar owner and asked.

"It seems that you are also a boy who doesn't understand the rules. Since you don't know, I will tell you..." The bar owner grabbed Mundungus's hood and said roughly, "This man, 15 years You were banned from my bar before. If you don’t want to get the same treatment, you’d better not do such unlucky things in the future!”

"I see... I understand, please pay attention next time." Regulus said, "We have finished talking about it. How you deal with him has nothing to do with me."

After saying that, he stood up, picked up the package containing Kabbah, and left the Pig Head Bar without looking back.

Ten seconds later, Mundungus, who was cursing and begging for mercy, was mercilessly thrown to the street by the bar owner and fell into a ball.

Mundungus finally broke free from his messy hooded black robe, angrily scolded several students who were watching his joke, and finally disapparated.

After returning to Hogwarts, Regulus did not go back to the castle, but went straight to the direction of Hagrid's hut.

The open space in front of the house was filled with huge pumpkins, which were not yet ripe according to the season.The hound Yaya lay lazily at the door of the house, basking in the sun.

The door of the hut was open a crack, and Regulus called twice tentatively, but no one answered.

He pushed open the door and entered the house, finding no one inside. There was an old suitcase spread out on the floor.

Regulus sighed secretly, locked the door with magic, and then jumped into the box.

The space inside the box is as big as a Quidditch pitch, divided into many different areas with curtains.

Several locked boxes suddenly started to vibrate uncomfortably and made a clanking sound when Regulus passed by.

A burly figure in the distance heard the commotion here and hurried over to check the situation. It was Hagrid.

"Professor Black, it's you... I thought the Boggart ran out..." Seeing that it was Regulus, Hagrid said a little unclearly, "I don't like them very much, and I still want it to be them. If you run out, you may need to ask for help."

Boggarts are known to turn into what people fear most.It sounds like it's just a creature that likes to scare people, and has no lethality.

After knowing its weakness, a third-year wizard can easily defeat it with spells designed to deal with it.

But that was in class, when everyone knew they were facing a Boggart.

If something that one fears most suddenly pops up in the wilderness without knowing anything about it, it would be difficult for people to calm down and recognize whether the person in front of them is a Boggart or something else.

"I locked your door." Regulus pointed to the top of the box, "You just put the box on the ground like this, aren't you afraid that someone will come in and see it? I got this box from Rolf's grandfather. If you borrow it, you can't have it confiscated by the Ministry of Magic."

Hagrid laughed sheepishly and changed the subject: "What did you get back this time?"

Regulus waved the package containing Kabbah in front of Hagrid.

"Kaba? Come here... I have prepared their nest..." Hagrid walked in front and led Regulus to several places similar to stone bathtubs, which were still empty.

Kaba was put into the bathtub. They were very ugly, like monkeys covered with fish scales, and their heads were empty like a bowl.

At this time, they fell weakly in the "bathtub" and weakly made some threatening sounds to Regulus and Hagrid.

Regulus knew that the reason was that the water originally contained on the top of their heads had been poured out.

The way to deal with Kaaba is actually very simple, just to trick them into bowing and trick them into pouring the water off their heads.

And if you throw a cucumber with your name engraved on it, there is a certain probability that Kabba will lose the desire to attack.

Regulus waved his wand and filled the bathtub with water. After the water hit Kabbah's head, he immediately became energetic.

Next to their "bathtub" is a huge glass water tank, in which there are many monsters shuttled among the floating dense water plants. They look like octopuses with hands and faces, and pointy horns on their heads.

Several monsters discovered Regulus and immediately pressed their faces against the glass, making various ferocious expressions while constantly flexing and stretching their long and thin fingers.

"I have never observed Grindylow like this, because I rarely keep aquatic animals...but it would be interesting to keep a horse-shaped water monster." Hagrid walked to the water tank and threw a bag of soft-legged shrimps into it. , those Grindylows immediately began to feast.

Regulus was about to make some comments, but he felt a sense of fatigue. He immediately turned around and kicked a big-headed hairy monster until it rolled to the shade of a tree in the distance. The feeling of fatigue also followed. Sweep away.

Seeing the fate of the big-headed hairy monster, the swamp diggers and evil spirits who were eager to try immediately retreated to their own territories.

"Can I ask, can I keep them after the exam is over?" Hagrid asked as he fed the Cornish elves some food.

"...I have to return the box to Mr. Scamander. Where are you going to keep them? Although these things are not too dangerous, as dark magic creatures, they are still a little inconvenient." Regulus Answer truthfully.

One Professor Kettleburn has done enough.

Hagrid seemed a little disappointed, but he also knew that what Regulus said was right, so he didn't try to win again.

Of course, the more important reason is that although these dark magic creatures are used for third-year wizards to prepare for exams, although they are dangerous, they are not too ferocious, and their bodies are not huge enough, which does not meet Hagrid's aesthetics.

Many times, proctoring is a job that people avoid because of its long time, torturous process, and monotonous tasks.

Of course, it is limited to written tests in theoretical courses.

Regulus had always been dismissive of things like "Magical Defense Theory", and he had no intention of putting the theory test in the final exam.

The third-grade wizard needs to defeat the dark magical creatures taught in class in order in the exam he planned. These are the things he is currently asking Hagrid to help take care of and are fostered in Newt's box.

Other grades also have their own focuses. For example, the first grade focuses on good habits, basic knowledge for getting started, and some necessary common sense for emergency avoidance.The second grade content includes many basic dueling spells, such as disarming spells and stun spells, as well as their corresponding cracking methods.

Sixth-grade students need to master a variety of advanced spell-casting skills, including silent spells.

The school's exams were scheduled after the OWLs and NEWTs exams, and the deans of the four major colleges began to engage in fierce offensive and defensive battles with the students.

A large number of self-answering quills, memory balls and self-correcting ink became Filch's private collection; someone tried to write exam points on the lining of his wizard's robe, causing a wave of imitations.

"Don't doubt the professionalism of the examiners. They have been doing the same thing for a century. During the exam, you don't need to frequently turn your sleeves or lift the robe hanging on your thighs..." In a certain transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall gave the final advice to the fifth-grade candidates, "If anyone doesn't believe it, you can come and stand in my position for a while. You will find that you can clearly see every little move everyone is making. "

Snape was much simpler and more straightforward: "If anyone fails the OWLs Potions exam, I will be very disappointed. And disappointing me means that you don't have to come to school next year. I will advise the principal, Get rid of those stupid idiots who can't even grasp the simplest knowledge."

One morning, professional examiners, accompanied by officials from the Ministry of Magic, came to the school.

When the students saw this group of examiners, they immediately believed Professor McGonagall's words: These examiners may have really been invigilating the wizarding exams for a century.

Regulus knew several of them.

Including Professor Gsilda Marchban, who is short and hunchbacked, has poor hearing but has a particularly loud voice. In addition to being responsible for the OWLs and NEWTs exams, she is also the main person in charge of the WOMBAT-Wizard General Magic and Basic Qualification Test, and is also a powerful The veteran members of Sengama are the most prestigious among this group of people.

Professor Tofty, who is the oldest and has the shortest hair, likes to let those candidates who perform well show their "talents" every time during practical exams and give them some additional comments.

There were also several wizards. Regulus had forgotten their names, but he only remembered that they had also given him exams back then.

Such as a chubby little witch, and an ugly man with a tumor on his nose.