demon hunter at hogwarts

Regulus walked over to Scabior's body expressionlessly.

I saw Scabior lying on his back on the ground, no blood flowing out of the hollow in his chest, his eyes with thick black circles staring blankly at the top of the bunker, and the horror written on his face did not dissipate because of death.

Killing Scabior did not bring any psychological burden to Regulus.

During previous interrogations, Regulus had looked through Scabior's memories.

After turning into a werewolf, Scabior's actions can basically be considered worthy of death.

Regulus knew that the most notorious werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, had a habit of finding out the target's schedule in advance and sneaking into the target before the full moon to ensure that he could successfully attack after transforming.

The new werewolf Scabior is very talented in executing this process perfectly.

Less than three months after he was released from Azkaban, and on two full-moon nights, he had already successfully attacked two families of wizards, and a total of five children were brutally murdered by him.

It also included a pair of parents who tried to protect their children, but were brutally murdered by him and his associates, and the Ministry of Magic never mentioned this.

According to Regulus, this kind of thing is by no means limited to Scabior and his two cases, but most of them have been suppressed by Cornelius Fudge and his Ministry of Magic and treated as ordinary werewolf attacks. .

Regulus waved his wand, and the items on Scabior suddenly seemed to come alive and jumped out of his pocket.

A few galleons, a pocket knife, a greasy ledger, pills in a clear bottle, and a lot of Muggle money.

With the intention of not wasting anything, Regulus put the galleons into his bag. The expenses along the way were really quite large.

That knife is not an ordinary thing, it has magic attached to it.

However, compared to the terrifying black magic on Regulus' dagger, the magic of this knife is relatively mild. It can be used to open locks and untie knots. Although it is exquisite, it is not particularly rare. From the perspective of magic props You can also buy it in the store.

As for the bottle of pills, they were obviously a Muggle product.

After analysis, Regulus came to the conclusion that after taking this kind of pill, people's spirits can enter a state of euphoria and psychedelic state.

From Scabior's appearance, it is not difficult to see that this pill has caused great damage to his health.

There is no need to keep this kind of thing.

As for the ledger, it contains detailed records of Scabio’s various transactions since his release from prison.

Obviously this guy is very careful, all the contacts above are represented by code names.

However, Regulus still discovered something rather funny. In June, Scabior once sold two kaba to a wizard codenamed "Dung".

Very few people in Britain needed an ugly and useless water monster like Kabbah, and judging by the time, it happened to be when Regulus bought Kabbah from Mundungus.

It seems that Mundungus really has a wide circle of friends.

As for this smelly nickname, it is undoubtedly taken from the middle part of the name Mundungus.

After looking through the ledger and not finding many abnormalities, Regulus burned the ledger, the pills, and Scabior's body, leaving no ashes.

The Muggle banknotes and knives were put away by him.

When those magical creatures in the cage saw Regulus preparing to leave the bunker, they ignored the pain on their bodies and struggled against the cage desperately.

"Just wait a moment, I'll be back soon," Regulus said.

The unicorn seemed to be able to understand Regulus's words. It whispered to several other creatures a few times, and the other creatures also became quiet.

Regulus did not intend to walk through the dark and dirty tunnel again, so he directly conjured a door above the bunker.

In the open space outside, Scabior's two accomplices were unconscious.

After searching, Regulus regretfully found that except for the pills, there was nothing else of value on these two people.

It seems that Scabior is not at ease with his companions either.

"What should I do with you?"

Glancing at the bunker, Regulus quickly had the answer.

When the two people woke up, they found themselves lying in the hippogriff's cage.

A big guy rubbed his eyes. Before he could realize what was going on, he found a huge angry creature in front of him, staring at him with big orange eyes filled with hatred.

The other, a thin guy, reacted faster and hurriedly reached out to touch his pocket, but found nothing.

"Are you looking for this?" Regulus stood outside the cage, sneering and twirling a wand between his fingers.

"Let me out! I have a lot of gold Galleons, all hidden in a secret place!" The thin man hurriedly begged for help, "If you let me go, the Galleons will all be yours!"

By this time, his companion had fallen to the beak and talons of the angry Hippogriff.

"You don't have gold Galleons, and I don't intend to negotiate terms with you." Regulus pointed to the table over there where various animal and plant parts were piled, "In addition to animal internal organs, there are also human ones, right? You guys started there Where did you get these things? You can’t buy them in the market.”

The thin man stopped talking as if he was struck by lightning.

The hippogriff had already walked to his side, raising its deadly steel-gray claws.

"Just wait! Our master will kill you to avenge us!" The thin man suddenly howled hysterically, with veins popping out on his neck and foam flying from the mouth.

But his empty threats had no effect on the Hippogriff, who had no wand, bare hands, and was unable to transform into a werewolf.

Soon, Slender Man's threats turned into screams, and blood poured out from the wound on his neck scratched by the Hippogriff, staining the entire cage red.

The dwarf pig monster jumped up and down in its cage excitedly, licking its fangs with its tongue from time to time, while the unicorn closed its eyes and lay on the ground and fell asleep.

It didn't take long for the screams to disappear.

"Of course your master wants to kill me, but he will never avenge you." Regulus closed his eyes and said without emotion.

Then, he waved his wand and broke the magic on the other cages one by one, releasing all the magical creatures and letting them leave through the door he had created.

When the Hippogriff walked up to him, he closed his eyes, bent his scaly front knees, and sunk his body downwards, as if in a bow.

Regulus knew that this was a sign that he had earned the hippogriff's respect.

So he smiled and said: "You have to be careful and don't get caught again. Someone may not come to save you next time."

The hippogriff neighed, then jumped from the doorway to the open space outside, stretched out its twelve-foot-long wings, flew high, and disappeared into the night sky.

After all the creatures had left, Regulus controlled the flames and burned the bodies of the two men, the internal organs and roots, as well as the destroyed iron cage.

After clearing away the traces of the presence of the three Scabios here, Regulus got back into his tent and planned his next trip.

Valley</span>According to Quirrell's original plan, he was supposed to go northwest.

But Scabio and others came all the way from there.

According to Scabior's memory, there were forests and swamps everywhere, and there were all kinds of magical creatures everywhere. Several of them were the darlings of the black market and could not be caught in the UK.

There, for someone like Scabio who needs to resell something, it is nothing more than an unguarded vault. How much he can earn depends entirely on his own ability.

To Regulus, these things were worthless.

After complaining about Chilo's geographical level, Regulus re-planned his itinerary: first go east, pass through the forest, arrive at a small town, and then go north to reach the border of Albania and Yugoslavia. Zone, where there is another black forest. .

After a simple night's rest, Regulus started the next journey through the mist in the forest early the next morning.

As a result, he didn't go far this time when there was another movement in the woods.

It was a unicorn, blocking his way.

The unicorn had obvious burnt scars on its body, and it was the one he rescued from Scabior's den yesterday.

At this time, the unicorn seemed a little anxious and scratched his hooves.

"You don't want me to go this way?" Regulus asked tentatively.

Unicorn nodded.

"Is there danger in that direction?"

The unicorn nodded again.

Regulus smiled, walked up to the unicorn, and said, "That may be where I want to go this time. Thank you for your kindness. Goodbye."

After passing by the unicorn, he quickened his pace because his destination might be just ahead.

Two days later, Regulus finally passed through the wet forest and arrived at a small town.

There are not many people in the town. The houses are like bunkers, only gray cement. Even during the day, there are few pedestrians on the streets.

Regulus, wearing a black traveling cloak, looked extremely abrupt and out of place on the street.The few pedestrians cast wary and hostile looks at him.

In fact, if not out of desperation, he didn't want to be exposed to Muggles.

During this trip, he learned a lesson, that is, he must prepare enough food.

Especially staying in such a strange, deserted place for a long time.

There is only one place in the entire town that can be called a "tavern".

Before this, Regulus had always believed that there was absolutely no place with worse service attitude than the Hog's Head Bar.

Until he stepped into this small town tavern in Albania.

The boss was a tall and sturdy man. As soon as Regulus walked in, he picked up a gun and asked in English with a strong accent: "I haven't seen you in the town. You don't look like a local." People. British or Germans?”

"British."

"Get out!"

The boss suddenly became angry for no apparent reason, and a series of Albanian swear words spewed out of his mouth, which Regulus couldn't understand at all.

However, he didn't intend to listen. He had some knowledge about the iron pipe called "gun" in the boss's hand. In some books on Muggle science for wizards, "gun" was called a metal wand. The melons use it to kill each other.

The boss was still threatening Regulus in Albanian, trying to drive him out of the tavern, but the next second, his whole body felt an overwhelming fatigue, and his eyelids were as heavy as lead.

Three seconds later, he lay on the ground and snored.

"Just get some sleep first, I just want to get something to eat."

Regulus moved the boss's huge body behind the bar, and then began to look for food in the store.

He soon discovered that the food in this store was quite monotonous.

Besides coarse bread, there was only bacon.

After hastily grabbing some food, Regulus threw the handful of banknotes he had found from Scabior on the counter, and took two bottles of spirits along the way.

"The money you paid is enough to buy his store." A voice with the same Albanian accent suddenly said, "Don't be so nervous, I don't mean any harm."

The man was a middle-aged man with a tall nose and deep eyes, and a beard. He appeared in the corner of the tavern.

Two table knives were floating in front of him, aimed at his throat and heart respectively.

Regulus snorted, waved his wand, and the two table knives flew back to the shelf.

"Can you tell me how you discovered me?" The middle-aged man looked very curious.

"I have seen more powerful disembodiment spells, and ordinary hiding methods cannot fool me." Regulus replied coldly, "I thought there were no wizards in this country."

"Yes, but not many." The middle-aged man said, "My name is Ami Abrasi, British friend, you may need help."

"You want to help me?" Regulus felt a little amused, "I thought everyone here was as hospitable as this Muggle gentleman."

"There is a reason for them to be like this... The problems between Muggle regimes are very complicated to talk about." Abrasi sighed, "You said you are British, you should have graduated from Hogwarts. 20 I also went to school there many years ago.”

"Doesn't Hogwarts only recruit British wizards?" Regulus asked doubtfully.

"I was indeed born in the UK. Both my parents were Muggles and settled there..." Abrasi looked a little depressed, "But then they were expelled from the UK... Forget it, you come here to do it. What?"

"travel."

"Everyone says so," Abrasi said. "After leaving the town, walk about a hundred miles north to the Black Forest. Many travelers like you use it as their destination."

Abrasi's choice of words aroused Regulus' suspicion.

"a lot of?"

"Many." Abrasi replied seriously. "There are far more wizards in this country than you think. For fugitives, thieves and poachers, there is no more suitable place than here, a place without magic." It’s a country where you can’t determine the ulterior motives of characters, and where it’s hard to tell friends from enemies.”

"Thank you for the reminder." Regulus said, "You should be glad that you didn't really put your plan into action."

Abrasi's face instantly turned pale, and the wand hidden in his sleeve slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.