demon hunter at hogwarts

Regulus quickly packed his bags and was doing final inspections.

"How do you plan to go to Albania? It's not that fast to report from the Ministry of Magic." Sirius asked, "Or do you plan to experience the Muggle way of traveling? Do you want me to lend you my motorcycle?"

"No, I'll go from Dover. That's the most convenient place." Regulus took out a replacement travel cloak from the wardrobe, put it in his bag, and buckled it. "Go to Paris first, rest there for one night, and then rush to Italy early tomorrow morning. It will be more convenient to get to Albania from there."

"Paris...hehe..." Sirius suddenly showed a malicious smile, which made his handsome face look vaguely lewd.

"What's wrong?" Regulus asked doubtfully.

"Paris is a good place, different from London." Sirius said in a yearning tone, "I heard that there are many mixed-blood Veela there, they are so beautiful... The French know how to express emotions, tsk tsk …”

"You'd better not let Harry hear these words." Regulus sneered at this, "I'm here to do business, not to hunt for sex."

"It's not a conflict. Maybe you can find a companion to help. Rael, you're not a child anymore..." Seeing Regulus' unkind expression, Sirius quickly changed his words, "Just kidding, just to lighten things up a bit." Don’t worry about the sadness when parting..."

Before he finished speaking, there was only a "pop" sound. Sirius was forced to put his hands beside his legs, and was sent out of the door in an upright position. Then he watched the door with a small wooden sign heavy in front of him. close.

The small wooden sign was less than half an inch from hitting the tip of his nose.

"What a humorless guy." Sirius bared his teeth and squeezed out these words, and began to try hard to lift the spell from himself.

Fortunately, Regulus didn't intend to tie him up for too long.

Sirius heard a disembodiment explosion in the room, and at the same time, he could move his arms and legs.

He took out a watch from his vest pocket. There were three hands on it, which read "Sirius", "Harry" and "Regulus" respectively.

The first two of them both pointed to "home", but only Regulus's one pointed to "the road".

"It is indeed a convenient thing." Sirius put the watch back into his pocket.

When he was helping Arthur Weasley repair his car, he happened to find such a watch in their home and decided to get one himself.

With experience in making the Marauder's Map, and with the help of Arthur Weasley, Sirius made this watch without much effort.

At this time, Regulus had already arrived at the first stop of his Albania trip.

The White Cliffs of Dover, located on Beachy Head in the English Channel, are the closest place in the UK to the European continent.

2000 years ago, the Roman Empire landed here and launched an invasion of the island of Great Britain. It fought a war with the Celts on the island for hundreds of years, and was eventually driven back to the European continent.

Decades ago, people witnessed the Dunkirk evacuation here, and the troops that landed in Normandy also set out from here.

Regulus soon arrived at the first stop: a hundred-meter-high white cliff standing vertically on the coastline.

In the afternoon, the weather was fine, and some Muggle travelers could be seen resting or taking photos on the cliff.

But there were also a few people who were obviously dressed inappropriately and were holding things like broken boots and rotten buckets.

"Maybe it's a beggar who came here to commit suicide. We'd better leave him alone..." Most Muggles think so. Occasionally, curious children want to take a close look at these slovenly dressed people with tangled hair and beards. Parents will also stop them in time.

Muggle Martins was taking his girlfriend on the grass beside the white cliff, propped up on a deck chair, enjoying the bright and warm sunshine.

On the edge of the cliff more than 100 meters away from their resting place, there was a guy wearing a tattered robe and a hood, holding a broken bucket in his left hand and a cane in his right hand.

Martins happened to see this guy while looking through his binoculars.

He originally thought that this was another ordinary homeless man, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

But soon, a tall, thin, black-haired young man wearing a black suit walked into his field of vision and walked straight towards the homeless man.

Martins couldn't help but be curious. What was this well-dressed young man doing looking for a homeless man?Are you just like those people who like to show kindness randomly, and when you see a homeless person, you have to give them some money?

Things did seem to develop as he expected. After the young man chatted with the "tramp" for a few words, the young man took out a handful of large gold coins from his old-fashioned leather bag and handed it to the tramp.

"Gold coins?" Martins was a little confused. Very few people used coins nowadays, and he had never seen such gold coins.

After the "tramp" counted the gold coins, he put them away and handed the broken bucket to the young man.

According to Martins, the young man used a large number of gold coins to buy the homeless man's broken bucket.

"They are all weird people." Martins said to himself. He was about to remove the telescope and look for other interesting things to see, but he found that the young man in black clothes and black hair suddenly turned his head. Smiled at him.

Martins froze.

His telescope had a good magnification, and he could clearly see the young man's eyes, staring at him through the lenses.

It would be very embarrassing to be caught spying on others. He was thinking rapidly in his mind as to what excuse he would use to excuse the young man if he came to question him.

But what the young man did in the next second made Martins scream in surprise.

I saw the young man holding the trash can and jumping off the cliff, but he did not fall down quickly.

Martins had an illusion that the young man was gliding through the air.

"What's wrong? Honey." His girlfriend was basking in the sun. When she heard Martins's exclamation, she hurried over and asked about the situation.

"Someone jumped off the cliff..." Martins pointed in the direction just now and hurriedly turned the knob on the telescope, but he could no longer find the young man. When he pointed the telescope at the cliff edge again, But he was surprised to find that the homeless man was also missing.

"It's strange, he jumped out from here just now..." Martins was a little confused.

"You must be blinded." His girlfriend said in a bad tone, "I'm warning you, if you disturb my rest again, see how I deal with you when I get back."

"I swear I -" Martins was gesticulating, but he felt a strange feeling spread from his eyebrows, and his whole body felt relaxed.

"You swear what happened to you?"

Gu</span>“I’m dazzled…”

What Martins didn't know was that the young man he just saw had already arrived in France.

Paris, as Sirius said, has a completely different atmosphere from London. Even the entrance to the magical world is very different from England.

Regulus followed the map and found his destination at the junction of River Street and Girarden Street.

It was a bronze statue of a woman wearing a long skirt, stretching her body on a high stone base.

From time to time, witches and wizards dressed in Muggle clothes would disappear at the base of the statue.

But those Muggles who were coming and going didn't notice anything unusual. Just like every year at the beginning of the school year, they didn't notice that a large number of school-age children pushing strange trolleys disappeared into the colonnade between platforms [-] and [-] of King's Cross Station. Same everywhere.

Regulus walked under the statue and activated her, causing the woman to lift her skirt to the side, revealing the stone wall.

Passing through the stone wall, Regulus entered France's "Diagon Alley" - Place de Cache.Translated it means "hidden place".

The French pay attention to enjoyment, whether they are Muggles or wizards, and they have formed a high degree of unity on this point.

Among them, the Griffin Bar, which opened in Cache Square in 1634, is undoubtedly one of the busiest businesses.It's not yet evening, and there are already many wizards who are drinking and having fun in the bar. Every once in a while, the bartender will come up with some new tricks, which will make the drinkers burst into cheers.

Next to it is a cafe. If you follow the French way, the shop should be called "Almond Coffee", and if you follow the Spanish translation, it should be called "Hidden Coffee".

The cafe stall has been set up on the street, because the afternoon sun is no longer scorching, and the huge parasols have been put away. Several witches are sitting in the stalls, telling jokes from time to time. There are coffee and delicates on the table. dessert.

Regulus had no intention of spending time in bars or cafes. He strode straight to his first destination, "Dr. Aziz Blanchflor's Potion" at 35 Girarden Street. shop".

This store has been open for a long time. According to the sign posted outside the store, this store sells the highest quality potions in France. It also specializes in entomological research and sells reptiles and vegetables. Balm of leaves.

The saleswoman was a young girl. After seeing Regulus entering the store, she asked in French: "What do you need?"

"Blood tonic." Regulus replied also in French.

Many ancient wizarding families learn French, and the motto "Forever Pure" on the Black family's crest is written in French. Of course, Regulus has also learned it.

It's just that he basically didn't have the opportunity to use French, so his pronunciation was a bit stiff.

"British, right? We can always hear your accent." The girl smiled, "There are several blood tonics here, and I recommend this one with an improved formula by Dr. Blanchflower... "

"Can I see them? I'll choose them myself." Regulus interrupted her sales pitch.

The girl stared at Regulus for a second and said, "Okay."

After selecting them, Regulus discovered that the blood tonic made by Blancheflor was indeed of the best quality. Of course, it was also the most expensive among all similar products in terms of price.

And a very important point is that this blood tonic is not like the one used in the Hogwarts campus hospital, which adds seasonings like Gordigan, Devil's Pepper, and Black Lake Sludge in order to make students remember.

"The potion is good, how much stock does the store have now?"

"The demand for this kind of potion is not large. The store usually stocks thirty bottles..." the girl replied, "If you need more, you may have to make a reservation first. The pharmacist will give priority to preparing your order."

"It's too late... I want all thirty bottles, a total of 480 Galleons..." Regulus took out a bag of gold coins from his briefcase and placed it on the counter, making a clattering sound.

"...Oh...Okay, I'll get it right away." The girl was in a daze for a moment before running to the warehouse to get the medicine.

This is her usual sales volume in a month.

While she was getting the medicine, Regulus looked at the shop: there were some strange horns and animal bones hanging on the wall, and there were even B-level trading items like poisonous horns.

There is a row of storage cabinets against the wall, and behind the glass are various bottles and jars. Inside are biological specimens soaked in potions, or pharmaceutical raw materials, etc.The way it was arranged reminded Regulus of Snape's office.

Under the storage cabinet, there are several large jars more than one meter high. The mouths of the jars are sealed with wax, and some obscure ancient magic texts are pasted on them.

"Sir, your medicine." The girl put thirty bottles of blood replenishing medicine in a large box covered with cotton and handed it to Regulus. "Can I ask, are you an Auror?"

"Ah... I'm not an Auror. If you insist, I'm a retired teacher." Under the girl's surprised gaze, Regulus put the storage box, which was obviously much larger than the briefcase, into his bag.

"Are you kidding? How can a teacher retire at such a young age?" The girl obviously didn't believe it. "When I went to school at Beauxbatons, those teachers were much older than you."

"Age means nothing... By the way, what is this?" Regulus asked, pointing to the jars.

"This is an exclusive product of our store, a favorite of magizoologists, and a special medicine for healing reptiles." The girl said proudly, while taking out a picture of a strange green ointment.

"Can I buy some? This is not sold by the altar, right? I may not be able to ask for so much." Regulus said half-jokingly.

"Two galleons and one ounce, the price is fair." The girl said, "But considering that you bought so many blood tonics, I can make it cheaper for you on my own initiative, five galleons and three ounces, how about it?"

Regulus frowned slightly. This ointment was twice as expensive as dragon liver.

"Then I'll take three ounces," he finally made up his mind, for the ointment aroused his curiosity.

The girl put on dragon skin gloves, carefully opened the jar, scooped out some ointment, and put it into a small earthenware bottle.

"Don't let it see the sun, otherwise it will lose its effectiveness." the girl warned.

After leaving the pharmacy, Regulus' wallet became much lighter.

But blood replenishers are necessary, especially after hearing what happened to Quirrell.

After passing by "Mr. Sanfin Chaudron's Crucible and Kitchen Supplies Shop" with a variety of kitchen utensils hanging there, and "K. Rummel's Magic Candy Shop" selling a dazzling array of desserts, Regulus came to where he expected to rest. first stop.

Hotel Genestu.