demon hunter at hogwarts

Hearing Regulus' words, Sirius laughed easily and said, "I found that anything that comes into your mouth will seem like it is going to be a disaster. The same thing happened with Bella last time. so."

"I was right about Bella." Regulus reluctantly took a bite of the bacon and hurriedly drank a large gulp of water due to the saltiness. "As soon as she came out, go and kill those guys who didn't do things well. Punished again... Fortunately, Gilderoy Lockhart is still lying in St. Mungo's, otherwise he wouldn't be able to escape... Ahem... Merlin's freckles, why do people here like to eat such things..."

"What are you eating?"

"Albanian smoked bacon. Do you want to try it?" Regulus said crossly.

"How about asking Kreacher to find you? At least I can cook you a decent meal."

Regulus admitted that the offer was tempting.But he still refused: "The road is too long, and I have basically finished what I have to do. If everything goes well, I will be able to leave this ghost place tomorrow."

"Speaking of Lockhart, he was discharged from the hospital two days ago." Sirius raised the corner of his mouth, "How about it, my dear brother, what ominous omens can you interpret in this matter?"

"The ominous omen... sounds like something done by Sybill Trelawney." Regulus finally gave up on the bacon and began to deal with the bread that was harder than a baguette. "Can you tell me more specifically? "

"I don't know the specific situation, but the Daily Prophet published a piece of news to the effect that 'after the famous writer Gilderoy Lockhart spent a heart-wrenching eight months in St. Mungo's Hospital, The condition is finally stable, and he has been taken home by his relatives for treatment recently.'" Sirius said in a newscasting tone.

"So, he has recovered his memory?" Regulus asked doubtfully, his bread stopped at his mouth.

According to what he knew, if Lockhart really regained his memory, it was probably Voldemort who was behind it again.

"No, that forgetting spell is too powerful. The people at St. Mungo's said that even if Doris Derwent stepped out of her portrait and rescued her personally, it would be impossible to restore Lockhart's memory." Sirius shook his head and said, He seemed to sympathize with Lockhart's experience, but there was a bit of schadenfreude in his expression, "It is said that he can already write replies to his fans in cursive script, although the reply only contains his signature, which should be It’s just his instinct…a flashy guy.”

Regulus was silent.

"Where is the ominous omen here?" After a long and quiet ten seconds, Sirius couldn't help but ask, "I'm still waiting for your interpretation."

"Remember the messy magic he used when he fought with us?" Regulus said softly.

"Remember, it's disgusting. I heard that when Stourge Podmore was growing back his bones, his screams alarmed the patients on the entire floor." Sirius said, "He has been discharged from the hospital, but we can't do it anymore. The Order of the Phoenix has done something, and I have to say that Lockhart’s Oblivion Curse is really powerful.”

"Lockhart came to Albania last year, and the Dark Lord returned to England by possessing him." Regulus said seriously, "I studied his spells later, just like Flitwick said. , after pronouncing the syllables wrong, the effect completely changed... If it is like what the people at St. Mungo's said, he is now a useless person. He is not even qualified to be possessed by the Dark Lord. I can't figure out what else he has Its function...just pay attention to it."

After a pause, Regulus continued: "If the Triwizard Tournament is really going to be held again at Hogwarts, that's something we need to pay more attention to. I kind of regret not agreeing to Lucius's suggestion... ...Otherwise, I can now know some of the inside stories of the Ministry of Magic."

"This matter is still just a proposal. I think with the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic, it shouldn't be completed within three months." Sirius said disdainfully, "There are many objections. Dumbledore thinks this is too hasty. ”

"Have you talked to him about it?"

"No, it was Amelia who said that Dumbledore personally went to negotiate with Cornelius Fudge." Sirius said, "The general idea is that you can't spend a hundred days trying to repair something that has been broken. Something that has been around for 100 years. Fortunately, Dumbledore’s opinions are still of some... reference value to Fudge."

"I hope so."

Regulus didn't have much hope for Cornelius Fudge and his Ministry of Magic.

After cutting off the communication, Regulus went outside the tent again and checked Nagini's condition.

"Kill you...kill you..." As soon as the big snake saw him, it struggled wildly.

But there was nothing she could do with Regulus's net bag.

Her strength is enough to strangle a horned camel, but she cannot tear open a net bag that cannot be tightened; her venom can prevent the prey's wounds from healing, but cannot corrode the magic-reinforced rope.

"It seems that normal communication is still not possible." Regulus could tell at a glance that Nagini was still under the control of magic.

"Kill you……"

"We'd better say good night to each other."

That night, Regulus enjoyed the rare high-quality sleep he had had in a month.

Thanks to Voldemort and Nagini, neither humans nor magical animals, nor even ordinary beasts, would come to this area to disturb him.

Early the next morning, Regulus stretched and walked outside the tent.

Wisps of sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting light spots in the forest, some of which shone on Nagini, who was still hanging in the air.

At this time, the big snake curled up quietly in the net bag and stopped struggling.

It seemed that the effect of the magic that made her violent last night had worn off.

"Can we talk properly now?" Regulus lowered his net bag to eye level and stared into the snake's eyes.

"I'm going to kill you..." Nagini hissed, her voice much more normal, but weak.

"Then you should stay here." Regulus said seriously, "For my own safety, I cannot let a guy who wants to kill me regain freedom."

After saying that, he turned around and lifted up the tent curtain, preparing to get back in.

"...What on earth are you going to do?" Nagini stopped him.

"I want to help you." Regulus turned around and said seriously.

"I don't need help." The first half of Nagini's sentence was firm, but the second half was a bit hesitant. "And... that person asked me to stay here and wait for him..."

Regulus decided not to tell him about killing the three Scabios.

According to Scabior's explanation, the mission conveyed to them by Bella was to find Nagini and bring her back to England.

As a result, after the three of them stayed away from Bella, they became poachers in the Albanian forest.

Perhaps they thought that Bella would never be able to find them again, and that honor was not as important as gold galleons.

"That person wants to take advantage of you."

Hearing this, Nagini felt confused.

She always felt that this tone seemed a bit familiar.

"I will help you remove the magic from your body." Regulus continued, "The person who wants to help you will not control your consciousness like this... Moreover, don't you want to know why you have no memory of your childhood? "

Gu</span>Nagini lay quietly in the net bag, seeming to be hesitating.

Regulus stood by silently, waiting for her to make a decision.

Finally, Nagini slowly replied: "Okay."

"Deal," Regulus said with relief.

However, another problem faced him again.

From any point of view, Nagini is a dangerous and forbidden creature. No matter wizards or Muggles, it is impossible to see a person walking recklessly on the street with a big snake and turn a blind eye.

Even Gilderoy Lockhart, who was possessed by Voldemort, didn't think of a proper way to take Nagini back immediately, so he had to leave her here to guard the hollow tree.

At this moment, what Regulus regretted the most was returning the suitcase he borrowed from Newt Scamander as soon as the exam was over.

The space of that suitcase is much larger than his briefcase, and it has been specially modified to simulate the suitable living environment of various animals. For those wizards who are engaged in raising and researching magical animals, the suitcase is called Priceless treasure.

"Can you hibernate?" Regulus asked suddenly.

"My kind has this habit..." Nagini said after thinking for a moment, "But I don't need to hibernate...the temperature has little effect on me."

"But I need you to enter hibernation temporarily, otherwise I...can't take you away." Regulus waved his wand and turned into a large black box one meter square.

He pointed at the box and said to Nagini: "There are too many messy things in my bag. You can't go in directly...so I have to force you to sleep in it for a few days."

Then, Regulus opened the net bag and released Nagini who had been hanging all night.

He stared at the big snake, secretly tightened his wand, and prepared for it.

After all, they have not established any trust relationship between them, but have always been in a state of hostility. At this time, Nagini has no restraints, and anything can happen.

To his surprise, Nagini didn't say anything, nor did she make any aggressive behavior. She just lazily swam straight into the box, quickly curled up into a ball, and buried her head in the middle.

Then he stopped moving, as if he had really entered a state of hibernation.

"Then, happy cooperation." He closed the box, reinforced it with magic, and put the box into his bag.

"The wizard who invented the Traceless Stretching Spell is definitely a genius."

Although no Horcrux was found, this journey was not without success.

It's time to make a triumphant return.

After confirming his geographical location, Regulus discovered that there were two ways to return to England.

The shorter one is to go from the north, cross the national border, enter the equally turbulent Yugoslavia, then pass through Austria, Germany, and finally cross the channel from the Netherlands and return to the UK.

It took three seconds for Regulus to give up this option.

The reason is simple. He really has no confidence in the food in the Balkans.

So he chose to return the same way.

This time, Regulus, who was familiar with the road, chose to use Apparition to quickly leave Albania. In only half a day, he completed the journey that took more than ten days to arrive.

And a few hours were spent standing on the beach, using a moonglass to look for the cruise ship returning from Greece to Italy.

Finally, I returned to Regulus, Italy from the desolate and terrifying Albania. I enjoyed the warm sunshine, refreshing breeze and Italian food of the Mediterranean, and even gave a vicious reward to my stomach that had been ravaged for a month.

After resting for a day, he continued north.

When he passed the northern border of Italy and the part bordering Austria, he had a moment of intention to change his route to Austria, complete what Quirinus Chilo missed during the journey, and visit the legendary Nurmengard.

According to folklore in the wizarding world, Nurmengard is an extremely strong fortress built by Grindelwald decades ago. It was originally used to imprison wizards who opposed him.

But in 1945, Grindelwald was defeated in the "Duel of the Century" with Dumbledore. The most terrifying Dark Lord before Voldemort was instead imprisoned in Nurmengard and became the prison's prisoner. The only prisoner.

After a while, with the rise of Voldemort, people seemed to have forgotten Grindelwald's past glory, and how much trouble he had caused on the European continent except the United Kingdom, and even around the world.

Today, no one even knows if he is still alive, and historians are tight-lipped about the name.

The most common place to see the word Grindelwald is on Dumbledore's chocolate frog card.

It is said that the castle of Nurmengard is also engraved with Grindelwald's famous saying: For the greater good.

However, Regulus finally gave up the idea.

It's important to get home.

That night, he returned to Paris again and checked into the Hotel Genesto on rue Girarden.

"...Those half-human trolls have intelligence relatively close to humans and are extremely powerful. Many people like to watch their performances...There is also a kind of humanoid animal called Muggle Beast. They have no magic power, but have magical blood. They can walk dragging his feet like a ghoul..."

Old Vincent, whose pseudonym is Dupont, is still in the hotel bar, playing his ancient ditties and telling guests stories that are not taken seriously.

After returning to his room, Regulus first released a circle of protective magic around the room, and then took out the box containing Nagini.

The big snake did not really enter hibernation. It immediately swam out from the middle of the box, seeming to be looking forward to fresh air.

"Here you go, Albanian smoked bacon. I hope you like it." Regulus used the bacon waste and fed it to Nagini.

Nagini didn't refuse anyone who came, and swallowed two packages of bacon whole.

She suddenly saw the scenery outside the window. At the intersection of the two streets, there was a small square, where a juggling wizard set off magic fireworks.

"I seem to have seen this place before..."