demon hunter at hogwarts

Regulus was actually not interested in Quirrell's so-called trip to Egypt.

But when he heard about the strange giant snake in the dark forest, he finally started to pay attention.

There are many venomous snakes in the world, but regardless of whether they are magical creatures or ordinary animals, most of them are extremely poisonous that can seal their throats when they see blood.

This was the first time he had heard of venom that was not immediately fatal but could prevent wounds from healing.

Because from a snake's perspective, this kind of venom is obviously tasteless.

"Can you let me see the wound?" Regulus asked Quirrell tentatively, "You know, I am more interested in dark magic creatures, out of professional habit..."

"Of course...of course." Quirrell lifted up his shirt, revealing the wound on the left side of his waist.

The wound was already scarred, and the marks of the two fangs were obvious, thicker than a thumb.

Judging from the two tooth marks, this snake was obviously a giant, but from the distribution of the tooth marks, Regulus could confirm that these were not wounds caused by a giant rune snake.

"It...it's almost twelve...feet long, and it's brown...brown." Quirrell's face turned a little pale, and he was obviously still frightened by the attack. "Before it attacked...it attacked, It’s like you’re talking to me…”

"say?"

"Yes……"

Quirrell stammered and narrated. What could have been said in a few sentences was forced on him for more than ten minutes.

Regulus managed to extract the whole process of this experience. According to Quirrell's description, the snake did not attack directly as soon as it saw the person, but tried to communicate with him for a moment, but because Quirrell did not understand The parseltongue failed to understand the intention of the big snake, and finally angered the other party, and then suffered a big loss.

Quirrell also said that the snake's magic resistance was quite strong. The unique method he used to deal with the giant monster was completely ineffective on the big snake. Most spells would be bounced off after hitting it, and Qi Luo Luo's own transformation level is relatively average and cannot cause physical damage to the big snake.

"Even the explosion... blasting spell doesn't... not work."

As if to prove that his level of blasting spells was fine, after Quirrell finished speaking, he pushed the door open and walked outside, using the spell on a big rock.

The orange fireball accurately hit the stone and blew it to pieces.

"Perhaps it is some magical creature that is not included in the textbooks, and you encountered it. I don't know whether your luck is good or bad..." Regulus waved his wand and reorganized the rubble scattered on the ground. Put together as it was.

Quirrell looked at his understatement and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The two returned to the house, and Quirrell continued to tell his adventure story:

After being bitten by a snake in the forest, he managed to escape and apparated to a small town. Fortunately, when he was dying, he happened to be discovered by the wizard there and sent to the local wizard hospital.

For a period of time later, Quirrell drank blood-tonifying medicine every day in the hospital, and tried more than 20 different drugs. He even tried Muggle stitching techniques. It took him two months to get the disease under control. He was injured and eventually recovered and discharged.

As a result, he wasted a lot of time and couldn't go to many places he originally planned to go.

According to Quirrell, Austria was an essential stop in his original plan. He hoped to go there to find the legendary Nurmengard Castle, but after such a toss-up, the plan fell through.

He could only change his route to the west, cross the Adriatic Sea by boat, and go to Italy.

The scenery in Italy is good, and it should have been a good journey, but Chilo met several vampires in a castle near Tuscany and almost lost his life there. He used a lot of garlic to barely get rid of the vampires. entanglement.

In the end, scarred and exhausted, he had to return to the UK early, a month earlier than originally planned.

"Professor B...Black, can you...give me some...suggestions?" Finally, Quirrell plucked up the courage and asked Regulus for advice, "I...I know this...please...it's a big request. Presumptuous, but I want to...want to be a good...good teacher."

"Suggestion? Just teach the students what you are best at." Regulus said with a smile, "Everyone has their own advantages. You said you are good at dealing with trolls. You might as well tell the students about this. Once When students recognize your strengths, they will be happy to learn the knowledge you impart to them.”

"Advantages..." Quirrell murmured to himself, "I'm good at...things I'm good at..."

"Yes."

After declining Quirrell's invitation to stay with him for lunch, Regulus left the hut and returned to his home at No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"I thought you wouldn't come back until at least lunch. We didn't prepare your share." Sirius joked to Regulus, waving his fork.

Kreacher immediately ran up to Regulus with small steps and said in a bullfrog-like voice: "Master Regulus, do you want to eat delicious cooking or delicious desserts? Kreacher will go right now. Do."

"Chicken mushroom soup with bread will be fine. I'm not too hungry." Regulus took off his cloak and hung it on the wall. "Ever since I ate that freshwater colorful ball fish at Xenophilius's house, I have no hope for the taste of strangers."

Sirius suddenly sniffed a few times and frowned: "Did you eat garlic?"

"Why didn't I smell it?" Harry next to him didn't react at all.

"Don't underestimate my sense of smell." Sirius pretended to be boastful, then turned to Regulus, "I remember you never had this kind of hobby."

"That Quirrell met a vampire in Italy and had to use some garlic. It seems that the effect is still left." Regulus sighed, waving his wand and scratching his body from top to bottom like washing clothes. Again, "It should be tasteless now, right?"

Sirius sniffed it again like a hound, and after a moment he answered with satisfaction: "It's gone now."

Harry handed a plate of fried cod to Regulus and said, "Sir, if you are hungry, you can eat this first."

Valley</span> "Thank you." Regulus forked a piece of cod, put it into his mouth, chewed it, and said, "If I read it correctly this time, this Quirrell should be a pretty good teacher... Except for the fact that he stutters, of course.”

"You have a good opinion of him." Sirius said with some surprise.

He knew that although Regulus was not as sharp as himself, the arrogance inherited from the Black family had not lost even a little bit.

If you are a mediocre wizard, it will be difficult for them to look at you seriously.

"At least in my opinion, this stammering Quirinus Quirrell is much better than the unlucky guy you teased back then who couldn't even recognize the love potion." Regulus said, "He He showed me his skills and I think he can do the job."

"You say you don't care about the position in the school, but you still care about the level of your successor..." Sirius leaned over, grabbed two pieces of cod from the plate in front of Regulus, and muttered, "What a duplicitous guy. .”

"After spending a year with those brats, you will have some feelings for them." Regulus said flatly, "Of course I hope they can grow up better. Isn't that strange."

After lunch, Regulus did not take a nap as usual, but returned to his bedroom and began to pack his briefcase.

"Our busy man, Professor Black, where are you going?" Sirius pushed open his bedroom door and asked lazily leaning against the doorframe.

"Your eyes are obviously not as sharp as your nose. Didn't you see what was written on the door?" Regulus stuffed a mini version of the tent with a shrinking spell into his briefcase and said without looking back.

"No entry without my express permission. Regulus Arcturus Black." Sirius read seriously what was written on the sign that Regulus had nailed to the door. "It's really strict. Warning...but you should notice that I have not entered the house, my feet are still outside the door."

Regulus had no intention of talking to Sirius, but concentrated on packing his bags.

He opened the drawer, took out a dozen bottles of potions of different colors, selected a few of them and put them in his bag, and took out a vest from the wardrobe.

Sirius' cheek muscles twitched a few times when he saw the vest.

Because it is not an ordinary vest, but a dragon skin inner armor, which can help the person wearing it resist some non-fatal spells.

Normally, you wouldn't need this dragon leather armor when visiting other people's homes or going to Diagon Alley for shopping.

"Answer my question, you don't need your hands, right?" Sirius raised his voice with some dissatisfaction, "This won't waste three seconds of your time, so where are you going?"

"Albania," Regulus replied shortly.

"Oh, remember to come back for dinner..." Sirius suddenly widened his eyes and asked, "...Wait, where is that?"

"Al-ba-ni-yah." Regulus drawled out the word, syllable by syllable.

"That Quirrell, what did you say to me?" Sirius stepped into the house regardless of what was written on the door number.

Regulus' bedroom was completely decorated in Slytherin style, and there were many newspaper clippings of Voldemort on the wall. Sirius caught a glimpse of a photo of Voldemort showing a weird smile, and couldn't help but frown.

"He may not realize what he found." Regulus wiped Bella's daggers clean and put them in two leather scabbards. "I'm going to confirm it. Of course, if I can If there is an unexpected gain, that would be even better.”

"But that place is not peaceful..." Sirius stopped joking, "I heard that there are still many wizards doing... dirty work in the no-man's land of Albania."

"What dirty work?" Regulus finally looked at Sirius.

"You can do anything, as long as you have money. You can steal, rob, cheat, or kill. The Ministry of Magic in that country is useless." Sirius said with disgust, "They are all desperadoes, and Dolohov should have been the first to do it. This. Of course, he later discovered that by following Voldemort, he could learn more powerful black magic and kill people openly..."

"When did you start paying attention to international affairs?" Regulus felt a little amused. "I always thought you were only interested in Muggle motorcycles and...ahem...models."

“It’s not like I’m deliberately trying to understand it, it’s just that I’ve been in Azkaban for a long time, and a few strange people can be captured there every once in a while, and you can hear some news from their mouths that you can’t hear outside. "Sirius said indifferently to Regulus' teasing.

"Okay... thank you for your reminder. I will be careful of these... um, guys who do 'dirty work'." Regulus stuffed the music box into his briefcase and said, "Any other parting words?"

"If what Quirrell said is true, then he almost lost his life in that damn place..." Sirius suddenly became a little hesitant, "Of course, as my brother, although you are not as powerful as me, but Definitely better than that nerd... But are you really sure you want to go alone?"

"What on earth do you want to say?" Regulus crossed his arms on his chest, tilted his head slightly to one side, and stared at Sirius, "Why have you become such a mother-in-law?"

"I mean, you should bring a helper. I think... Moony Face can go with you, and he can prepare the wolfsbane potion in advance..." Sirius suggested, "You know what he is capable of, he is a rare The expert on black magic biology can be of great help."

"Of course I know what Lupin is capable of, but he should stay here until Harry enters Hogwarts safely." Regulus rejected Sirius's proposal, "If everything goes well, I can even come back in time to take a look. The opening game of the Quidditch League season."

"Okay, in that case..." Sirius suddenly took out a small cloth bag from his pocket and handed it to Regulus, "You must take this."

"What is this?" Regulus glanced at the package that was slightly larger than a palm, but did not reach out to take it.

"Double-way mirror." Sirius stepped forward, forced the package into Regulus's hand, and explained, "I have another mirror in my hand. I used to use this to communicate with James. As long as one person calls into the mirror The other person’s name…”

"I know how to use it..." Regulus opened the package and took out the small mirror inside to examine it. "No wonder I often heard you talking to yourself in the middle of the night and thought you had a mental problem..."

"I originally planned to wait for Harry to go to school and give it to him, in order to know if Snotlout is bullying him... You can take it first. If you can come back before school starts, that would be great..." Sirius smiled and said, "If you really need help, use this to contact me and I will find a way as soon as possible."

"I understand." Regulus solemnly put away the double-sided mirror.

Sirius looked relieved.