demon hunter at hogwarts

After rejecting the plan to help Sirius prepare a pair of love potions using cat hair, Regulus followed the address given by Dumbledore on a sunny morning and came to the countryside of Wales to visit his successor in person. .

Quirinus Quirrell.

Quirrell's hut is located in a valley. The surrounding environment is deep and quiet. There is a large garden in front of the house, which is surrounded by low wooden fences. There are all kinds of lush magical plants growing in it. It is similar to the residence of Xenophilius. The layout is somewhat similar.

"Do all Ravenclaw graduates have the habit of growing flowers?" Regulus followed the cobblestone path through the garden and arrived in front of Quirrell's house.

Before knocking on the door, a young man with brown hair wearing a white shirt, purple trousers and a vest opened the door with an unnatural smile on his face.

"Professor Quirrell?" Regulus smiled and stretched out his hand, "I came uninvited and I am a bit abrupt, so please don't take offense."

"Professor B...Black! Welcome!" Quirrell stammered and screamed, his face flushed. "I...of course I need...need your advice! Please...please come in!"

Quirrell opened the door and motioned for Regulus to enter.

As soon as he entered the door, Regulus saw a table with several open, heavy books on it, with some wild flowers sandwiched between the pages.

Next to it were scissors, pencils, glue and other Muggle tools.

"What are these for?" Regulus asked curiously.

"My little... little... love... hobby, suppressing wild flower... specimens." Quirrell hurriedly tried to pack these things away.

After all, as a wizard, it is very simple to make specimens, and there is no need to use this pure Muggle method.

He knew that the Black family was a well-known pure-blood family in the wizarding world, and Regulus was a member of the Black family.

Quirrell thought that Regulus might be disdainful of these Muggle things, and was worried that he would think badly of him because of it.

But Quirrell was obviously overly worried.

"It's quite exquisite." Regulus picked up a completed specimen, complimented it casually, and put it on the table.

Compared to the wild flower specimens, the other collections in Quirrell's house surprised Regulus.

The east wall is made like a display cabinet. On the middle floor is a globe, and next to it is a small Mayan pyramid-shaped ornament, which looks like it is made of pure gold; behind the pyramid, there is a dark A bottle with the image of a demon with a goat's head on it.

Regulus was sure that he had seen something similar in the "Key of Solomon".

"What is this?" he asked, pointing to the small bottle.

"A Gypsy wizard gave...a souvenir to me. He said that using this bottle...the bottle can turn water into a powerful magic...potion. Just...recite the spell..." Quirrell He reached out and brushed the brown hair out of his eyes, and explained, "But I tried... I tried a few times, but it didn't... succeed. Maybe my... magic power is not enough."

Regulus suddenly lost interest. This so-called spell was most likely a lie.

In the display cabinet on that floor, there is also a small dagger with cold light; an animal tooth lying in a brocade box, engraved with obscure runes and inlaid with various gems; and a knife divided into many forks, similar to Antlers, Regulus thought its function was somewhere between a candlestick and a weapon.

On the lower floor, there are several skulls. The first feature is very obvious, with huge tusks, which are obviously those of Tebo warthogs.

The one in the middle is a human skeleton. The entire skull is engraved with patterns, and it seems to have been used as some kind of magic tool.

There were several bone fragments nearby, and even Regulus could not recognize their origins.

On the wall on the other side, there are various masks hanging with different shapes. Some look like the sacrificial tools of African wizards; some look like the faces of Moai statues; and some have weird shapes and strange colors. The mask of heart palpitations is more like an Oriental one.

Regulus knew that there were wizard schools all over the world, and one of them was built on South Iwo Jima, an uninhabited volcanic island in Japan. It was called the "Magic School" and was the only day school.

It is said that the entrance age of the magic house is seven years old, but students will not board in the school until they are 11 years old. Young wizards who are under the age will ride giant petrels to and from their homes and houses built with mutton-fat jade. Between the pagoda-like schools on the crater.

"You have quite a collection..." Regulus couldn't help but admired.

"I like traveling...traveling, I can learn...acquire a lot of new...new knowledge." Quirrell said, he was catching an iguana that ran out of a glass vessel, "I also hope...hope I can put into practice the theories I have studied.”

When they were in school, Regulus and Quirrell had little in common.

While teaching at Hogwarts, Regulus heard some comments about Quirrell, who had been a Muggle Studies professor.

Everyone's evaluation of this young man who stutters is surprisingly unanimous: he is very smart, nervous and... wants to prove himself.

The reason is simple. Muggle Studies is considered to be the least important subject in the entire Hogwarts. When choosing courses in the third grade, few students will choose this seemingly "meaningless" course.

As a professor of Muggle Studies, Quirrell's status in the entire school is naturally not much higher.

Regulus placed a young rune snake specimen back on the display shelf and continued to look at Quirrell's room.

The table next to the display shelf is filled with a variety of plants, including ordinary flowers and magical plants.

At this time, Quirrell was holding a watering can and watering a pot of poisonous tentacles.

Gu</span>On the wall behind him, in addition to the wild flower specimens framed in the picture frame, there was also a perch sticking out, with a green fortune teller sitting on it, occasionally making a low, trembling sound. A towering voice called once or twice.

"You actually keep an augury at home. I remember that it will keep chirping in the winter. If you listen to its cry for too long, it may not be good for your heart." Regulus looked at the augury and half-moved. Said jokingly.

"It... it can predict the weather... I think... its cry... doesn't raise too many... questions." Quirrell put away the watering can and fed the augur some more food.

The window was opened on the southeast side, and the sunlight shone in through the opened curtains, hitting Quirrell's desk neatly. There was a stack of books neatly placed on it, as well as a notebook with dense handwriting.

Regulus glanced at the books, which were all about defense against the dark arts, including "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense", "Encountering the Faceless Monster", "Magic Defense Theory", etc., as well as some about vampires and werewolves. Professional publications.

"Professor Quirrell?" Regulus picked up "Magical Defense Theory" and asked, "Excuse me for being presumptuous, do you plan to use the content of this book as the content of your lectures next semester?"

Quirrell seemed a little embarrassed and glanced at the southwest corner of the room.

The place was made into a breeding cabinet, which contained various reptiles, such as the iguana he captured just now.

But the one inside the breeding cabinet is more than ten times larger than the one that just ran out.

"I...I haven't confirmed...the list of books for next semester." Quirrell explained, "I think...I want to read...these books myself first, and confirm the...teaching content... "

"That's good, but I don't think it's necessary to study Slinka's defense theory." Regulus put the book back to its original position, "That's a waste of time... Can you talk to me about your achievements this year?" Have you encountered any interesting things during your travels?"

"I went to Egypt first, and took a boat ride from the Mediterranean to the Mediterranean Sea." Quirrell looked relieved.

He finally took out his wand and carefully took down a strange-shaped scimitar hanging directly above the fireplace.

Regulus had long noticed the knife. The scabbard was simple and looked like it had experienced many years. It didn't look like one of those gypsy potion bottles. It was obvious at first glance that it was something to fool people.

Obviously Quirrell also valued this knife very much, so he hung it in the highest and most conspicuous position in the whole room.

"According to the...Egyptian prince, this knife is...a horse-made sword from more than 700 years ago...the Mamluk Sultan, Bai...Bails's sword, with...magic attached to it, and it is razor-sharp... ...Incomparable." Quirrell pulled the knife out of its sheath, and the blade shone coldly under the sunlight, "It will never... rust or cut... make a gap..."

"Why would he give you such a valuable thing?" Regulus focused on identifying the writing on it, which looked like classical Arabic, and he didn't know much of it.

"When I... traveled there... I helped him... solve a little trouble..." Quirrell blushed and said a little embarrassedly, "I have to deal with giant... giant monsters... It’s a bit of a lesson...he regarded me as a...saviour."

"Is there a giant monster in Egypt?" Regulus asked doubtfully, "I only know that there are sphinxes in Egypt, and there are things like Manticore..."

"I...I think it was brought...by the enemy...of the king...prince... specially." Quirrell explained, "Their people are...very good at...black...black magic."

"If you were like Gilderoy Lockhart and wrote a book about what you saw and heard on this trip, there would be many people rushing to buy it." Regulus said with emotion.

"Later I took... a boat across the Mediterranean... and first went to... Greece. It is said that... there are... Chimera beasts there, but I... didn't meet them." Quirrell said with some regret. explain.

"I don't think finding a Chimera is a good choice," Regulus said fairly, and Quirrell laughed nervously again.

After a while, Quirrell calmed down and continued his story.

"Then I went... to Albania, where there are many... many glacial lakes and rock... karst lakes, as well as black forests. I had to... be very careful in order not to be caught by the wizards there... ..." Quirrell said, "They don't... don't like wizards from other countries, especially the British. If I'm... caught by them, I might be in a bad... bad situation. "

"If Albania is so dangerous, why do you have to go?" Regulus asked.

"You know... I am a graduate of Ravenclaw... College. We studied... in the house. There is a legend about... Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem... the diadem... It has been missing for several years... ...For centuries, every Ravenclaw has hoped to find...find that diadem and witness its divine...magic." Quirrell's expression became serious, and his tone became more serious, "Wired... Clues indicate that the crown may... be in Albania. Those lakes and karst... caves couldn't be more... convenient if you want to... hide something."

Regulus frowned.

Of course it was impossible for Quirrell to find the diadem. If there was one person in the world who found the diadem, it would be Voldemort.

Because according to the information he knew, Voldemort had been working hard to collect the relics of the four founders of Hogwarts College 50 years ago and started to make them into Horcruxes.

"It's... it's a pity that I didn't... find the crown." Sure enough, Quirrell smiled mockingly, "My abilities... are limited. In addition to... almost... losing my life there,... … Nothing was found.”

"Where else have you been? Did you meet anyone?"

"I didn't...meet anyone. I was just in a...tavern. I heard...some time ago...Gilderoy Lockhart went to a certain dark...black forest. I see... I have read his book, and he is a very powerful wizard. When... the locals said that there are things in the black forest, and those animals will die inexplicably as long as they are stuck... …die.”

At this point, Quirrell's face turned pale.

"It seems that you have been in the Black Forest and the experience was not wonderful, right?"

"Yes... yes, I searched in the dark... black forest for two... two months, and found... nothing." Quirrell said dejectedly, "I only found... a hollow tree, which I liked. Last year...a long time ago, the tree...the tree hole was...opened at least twice, and...and there must have been many...many years in between. I have done some research on...plants. What can I find out? It grew...normally, and there must have...been stored in it, but now it is empty...empty."

"Can you tell me the location of the hollow tree?" Regulus said, "Look, I resigned from school and have a lot of free time. I also want to explore everywhere like you, but I suffer from the lack of clear information. The goal.

"Of course..." Quirrell said as he walked to the bookshelf, pulled out an atlas, turned to the page of Albania, and marked it for Regulus, "But I have to mention... Mind you, the animals there are not... friendly, I was attacked by a big... snake, and its venom... venom can prevent... wounds from healing."