demon hunter at hogwarts

When Regulus appeared outside the tent where the Ministry of Magic was camping, he happened to find Lupine opening the tent door and walking out.

"Merlin... the way you are dressed now..." Lupine saw Regulus carrying the big ax and said half surprised and half amused, "I thought it was MacNeill who was back."

"Are you disappointed?" Regulus inserted the ax into the ground. "If you are planning to rescue McNeil... I advise you to rest. You can't find him."

"Actually, I intend to help you." Lupine said, "But it seems that I still underestimated you."

"If you really underestimate me, then all three guys have to stay." Regulus smiled mockingly, "In fact, we can be considered a big defeat tonight, with twice as many people as the enemy. , and a prisoner was taken away as a result.”

"But at least... your first step of the plan was successful." Lupine said in a comforting tone, "Now, the Ministry of Magic must take reality seriously and can no longer bury its head in the sand and be an ostrich."

"That's all." Regulus didn't intend to continue discussing this topic and instead asked, "What's going on inside? Why don't we go in?"

"You won't like to hear this..." Lupine reluctantly opened the door curtain again and motioned for Regulus to enter.

Sure enough, as soon as Regulus entered the tent, he heard heated conversations.

"...This is a very serious accusation, Mad-Eye..." The person who spoke was Arnold Peacegood, "You have to understand that if what you say is true, half of the people in the Ministry of Magic will have to accept it. Investigation, including us..."

"If this is necessary." Moody interrupted him rudely, "Isn't what just happened enough to make you realize the seriousness of the matter?"

"Of course I realize it...yes...but we have to let more people believe what we saw..." Peacegood said in a panic, "otherwise we will be regarded as crazy..."

"I'm willing to be this crazy person," Moody said. "I've gotten used to it over the years."

"Why didn't you tell us in advance?" Amos Diggory asked Moody. "If we knew that the people we were going to deal with tonight were really Death Eaters, maybe we could bring more Aurors instead? Are we half-baked guys rushing into battle?"

"You think I'm a madman, and what the madman says...will you believe it?" Moody fiercely refuted Amos's complaint, "Those three Death Eaters just stood in front of us and fought with us all night. , and you are still talking about these meaningless things to me?"

Amos fell silent.

As for Tonks, she had long since hid in her bedroom, too lazy to listen to these people arguing.

At this time, Peacegood finally discovered Regulus.

He hurriedly stepped forward as if he had caught a savior, and said earnestly: "Mr. Black, thanks to you tonight, we can escape from those monsters..."

In response to such a meaningless compliment, Regulus just smiled faintly and said nothing.

In his opinion, these people from the Ministry of Magic were completely doing a disservice.

"Are you sure? The identities of those three people?" Moody dragged his prosthetic leg and limped up to Regulus. He stared at Regulus with his normal eyes and asked, "Did you hear that just now?" When it comes, they won’t admit it without ‘smoking gun’ evidence in their faces.”

"Evidence? There is no evidence. If you throw tonight's memories into the pensieve, you can only come to the conclusion that 'three dark wizards raised a large group of five-legged monsters'." Regulus used the tablet without emotion. He said in a tone of voice, "And when your well-trained investigators conduct in-depth investigations, they will find that these three dark wizards look exactly the same as several Muggles who disappeared in nearby cities some time ago."

Amos Diggory was about to say something again, but Peacegood came up to him and tugged on his sleeve to signal him to stop complaining.

"I think after what happened tonight, everyone already knows what happened, right?" Lu Ping came out to smooth things over, "Most people should be sensible. If they understand the seriousness of the matter, they will definitely do something Make the right judgment..."

"I hope so, I have to leave first..." Regulus curled his lips, "By the way, you still have to prepare a report, after all, a living person as big as Walton McNeil is like this It’s so weird to disappear out of thin air, isn’t it?”

"Can we find him?" Peacegood said. "We can't leave him alone."

"If what these two people said is true." Amos Diggory raised his hand and pointed at Moody and Regulus respectively, "then MacNeil must be very happy now, after all, he is the mysterious man His original boss, and those three people are his old colleagues and friends. Next time he appears, he will return to his true self."

"If there is anyone who hopes most that he can be found and brought back to the Ministry of Magic..." Regulus narrowed his eyes slightly, his face gloomy, "That person must be McNeil himself. In terms of his attitude towards betrayers , the Dark Lord and the Ministry of Magic...are completely different."

Amos Diggory took off his glasses and wiped them, avoiding Regulus's gaze.

"But your last sentence is right. If we see him next time, he will not be Walton, the employee of the Ministry of Magic, but MacNeill, the Death Eater." Regulus said, "I I should give you ten points."

After saying that, he turned around and left the tent without waiting for Amos Diggory, who was blushing, to reply.

Lupine hurriedly chased after him, but only saw the ripples left by Regulus in the air after his apparation.

Around 1980, a form of entertainment called bungee jumping emerged in the British Muggle community.

After that, many Muggle-born wizards often used this metaphor when describing the feeling of traveling with a portkey to others: It's like you did a bungee jump from Clifton Bridge, except that the rope Straight to your gut.

McNeil was obviously the kind of wizard who was extremely sensitive to portkeys. Under the disgusted looks of Bella and the others, he took about 5 minutes to relax before he could finally speak normally.

"Where are you? Who are you? Why are you arresting me?"

"You're still so stupid, McNeil." A cold voice said disdainfully.

The voice sounded familiar, and McNeill immediately looked up at the person who spoke.

By this time, the effect of the Polyjuice Potion had worn off, and the man's body shape had changed from short and fat to lanky. His thick gray hair and long, pointed nose all looked frighteningly familiar to McNeil.

"Travers?" McNeil's tone was mixed with doubts and fears, but there was no joy of reunion after a long absence.

"It seems you are not hopelessly stupid," Travers said.

Tanishi</span> "Aren't you supposed to be in Azkaban? Killed by a dementor?" McNeil got up from the ground, stared at Travers and asked, "Just two weeks ago Before?"

"I take back what I just said." Travers said through gritted teeth.

At this time, McNeil also recognized the identities of the other two people: "Lestrange...Crouch? Are you not dead? Have you all run out?"

"You can report us to the Ministry of Magic now." Little Barty moved his shoulder blades, walked up to McNeil, and faced him with his hands stretched out. "With such great achievements, your position may continue to be revoked. Maybe you can upgrade to the third level and change from an executive officer to an office director?"

"It's better to kill this kind of loser." Bella stood behind Little Barty and poked her messy head from Little Barty's shoulders. "Those who have betrayed their master are no longer worthy of trust."

"I have difficulties..." McNeil protested, "You can't kill me, and you need help... I can help you..."

"I don't see how you can help us, unless... the spell you miscast just now counts?" Little Barty sneered, then turned to Bella and said: "Master wants to see him, whether to kill him or keep him, you have to listen. The master makes the decision, we don’t have this power.”

Bella snorted and dispersed the spell that had been condensed in the wand and was ready to go.

"Master? Where is he!?" Hearing Barty's words, McNeil really panicked, and his voice rose an octave, "The master is also alive?"

"You seem surprised?" Bella's eyes widened and she asked viciously, "Do you want the master to die?"

"Of course..." McNeil waved his hands randomly and explained incoherently, "Of course not! I will go to see the master right now and offer him my undying loyalty... and..."

"Put away your poor performance. If the master hadn't asked us to save your life, you would have been the five-legged monster's dinner now." Little Barty said in disgust, "Come with us, the master has been waiting for a long time."

The tall McNeil shuffled tremblingly, following the three of them through numerous traps, and finally arrived at the room where Voldemort rested.

"Welcome, my old friend." Voldemort's voice came from the sofa with its back to the door.

Hearing this voice, McNeil froze.

"Lord...Master..."

"Why are you still standing there?" Voldemort said, "Come here, come to me. We haven't seen each other for ten years... I want to take a good look at you..."

McNeil dragged his heavy footsteps and moved to the front of Voldemort's sofa. When he saw Voldemort's temporary body, he was so frightened that he almost fell into the fireplace.

"Look what I have become." Voldemort seemed to have anticipated McNeil's reaction. "Of course, this is only temporary... The important thing is that I feel disappointed now... very disappointed."

The flames of the fireplace reflected McNeil's huge figure on the wall, and the shadow was constantly trembling.

"As far as I know, after my failure, you quickly found a reason to break away from the sanctions of the Ministry of Magic, right?" Voldemort said, "My cunning friends... you may say that you were just possessed by the Soul Seizer. Curse, his actions are completely out of his control...and those idiots from the Ministry of Magic have no way of verifying this matter."

"Master...I..."

"The information I got shows that you have been killing dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic these years? McNeil...I originally thought you would kill something more worthy of killing..." Voldemort said in a long tone, "I can I feel that you are in good health, your magic power is as good as before, and you can kill those beasts cleanly... It seems that working for the Ministry of Magic is not bad at all?"

McNeil immediately fell to his knees.

"Master... I have been paying attention to your news. If there are any clues, I will go far and wide to find..."

"Shut up." Voldemort suddenly sped up his speech, appearing very tired, "You don't even believe these nonsense yourself, but you tell me...I am very disappointed...and I think it is necessary to let you feel my Disappointed...Bella?"

Bella immediately stepped forward excitedly and raised her wand towards McNeil.

"Master...please forgive me!" McNeil lay on the ground without daring to raise his head, and just kept begging.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!" Bella showed no mercy at all, with a cruel smile on her face.

Bella's Cruciatus Curse was of course genuine. After being hit by the curse, McNeil immediately screamed and twisted and rolled on the ground in pain.

Barty Jr. and Travers both looked at this scene with satisfaction. In their opinion, this kind of disloyal Death Eater should be punished ten times more severely than this. A Cruciatus Curse would be too cheap for him.

"That's enough." After an unknown amount of time, Voldemort finally spoke.

Only then did Bella put away her wand, and McNeil spread his arms and legs, staring at the ceiling blankly, breathing heavily.

"Stand up, my Death Eater," Voldemort said softly, "Quickly, stand up like a man and look at me."

After hearing Voldemort's order, McNeil could only endure the pain, tremblingly climbed up, and then forced himself to raise his head little by little and look at the mass inside the sofa.

He had executed countless grotesque and hideous magical creatures, but looking directly at Voldemort's temporary body seemed to have exhausted his lifelong courage.

"If I heard you right, were you asking me for forgiveness just now?" Voldemort laughed arrogantly, and the laughter was so unpleasant that even Bella and the three people next to him felt a dull pain in their eardrums, "Do you think forgiveness? Would such a weak word appear in Lord Voldemort's dictionary?"

With a thud, McNeil's knees weakened and he knelt on the ground again.

"I won't forget how I spent these ten years... It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Voldemort muttered to himself, "McNeil, not just you, but also the others In these ten years, you have done all kinds of things, but did not search for and help the Death Eaters who swore to be loyal to the master forever... All of you must pay off the debt of these ten years... After that, I might consider forgiving you, do you understand, McNeil?"

"Obviously...I understand..." Big beads of sweat dripped from McNeil's face and dripped on the floor.