demon hunter at hogwarts

After many years, Sirius was finally able to have lunch at Hogwarts for a legitimate reason.

This also causes many girls in sixth and seventh grade to spend much longer than usual eating lunch.

At the same time, the British Ministry of Magic, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, the Alien Office, and the Goblin Liaison Office.

Compared to his colleagues who have been struggling recently, Dirk Cresway's job is obviously much more leisurely. After all, he only has to deal with those "cunning goblins".

When Regulus knocked on the door of the office, Creswell was dozing on a pile of papers.

"I met Corban Yaxley before I came here, and I heard from him that the Ministry of Magic was in chaos." Regulus was not polite and sat directly opposite Creswell, "It seems He was exaggerating."

"If you get off the elevator on the second floor, you will indeed find that they are making a mess. There are now more than a dozen different versions of what happened to McNeil... No one knows what happened." Leswe rubbed his eyes and said, he moved his neck again, and his cervical vertebrae made a clicking sound, "It's different here. The wizards think that setting up the goblin liaison office is a sign of respect for them, but the goblins think the opposite... …So generally speaking, I won’t have anything too important here, other than providing gold for the goblins to mint new galleons every year…”

"Sounds pretty boring," Regulus said.

Creswell obviously didn't know much about McNeil, and Regulus didn't intend to elaborate on it with him.

"It's better than the Centaur Liaison Office and the Werewolf Registration Office." Cresswell poured himself a cup of refreshing mint tea and said helplessly, "Maybe, it's a little more interesting than the House Elf Relocation Office."

Regulus said in agreement, "For those of you who love fun, that's true. You know Newt Scamander, right?"

"Of course I do. Everyone has read the books he wrote." Creswell nodded, "What's wrong? Isn't he a magizoologist? I envy his job and being able to explore all over the world... …”

"He used to work in the House Elf Resettlement Office... 'Those were the most unforgettable two years of my life. It was so boring.' This is how he described this work experience." Regulus imitated it vividly. He looked at Newt's depressed tone when he told him about it.

"It seems that behind every glamorous character there is an unknown dark past." Creswell said exaggeratedly, "So, what are you doing here today? I know you will definitely not do it for If you want to chat with me, make a special trip to the Ministry of Magic."

"Isn't this the goblin liaison office? I want to talk to the goblin about something." Regulus said seriously.

"Are you kidding?" Cresswell asked in surprise, his eyes widening.

"Am I a person who likes to joke around?" Regulus asked.

"Okay... to be honest, you are the first person who really wants to contact the goblin this month." Creswell took out a register-like book from the messy pile of documents on the table and opened it. On the first page, there were only a few lines written, "Okay, explain your intention... you know, the work requires..."

"I need to ask the goblin to help me make something." Regulus said, "The sooner the better."

"Oh?" Creswell seemed to be interested, "Are you sure you mean 'making' something, not 'buying' something? I have to figure this out. You have to know that these two words mean to goblins, The meaning is completely different.”

"I know... goblins have a different definition of ownership than wizards..." Regulus said solemnly, "I'm sure it's to make something."

"Okay...I will roughly draw up the schedule and the appropriate contact person..." Cresway said, scrawling a line on the register with a quill, "and then report it to my boss Cass. Burt Mockridge, let him make the decision... Unfortunately, he went on a business trip to Siberia and may not come back for half a month. There is intelligence that some radical members of the Goblin Brotherhood are plotting a rebellion there. , he has to deal with these things..."

"What do you mean?" Regulus frowned.

"The process always has to be followed, that's the rule." Cresway said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Without the director's signature and approval, these things cannot be implemented."

"But I don't have that much time to waste. The sooner this matter can be done, the better." Regulus stared at Creswell, with a hint of impatience in his voice.

"Don't be anxious... don't be anxious. If we follow the normal process, it will indeed be troublesome, but... we also have a way to avoid going through the process." Creswell winked and said, "If you don't mind, how about waiting for me to get off work? "

"Ok?"

"I have a friend who just came back from Egypt, and I made an appointment to meet him at the Leaky Cauldron, along with two goblin friends." Cresswell said, "Isn't this a coincidence? You guys can just chat..."

As Cresswell said, the work of the Goblin Liaison Office was quite leisurely. There was not even a single visitor throughout the afternoon. Only Reggie Cattermole from the Magic Maintenance Department came to check whether the weather spell in the office was still working properly. operation.

After get off work, the two came to the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and the owner Tom enthusiastically took them into the box reserved by Creswell.

Not long after, a tall and thin young man pushed open the door and walked in. From a wizard's point of view, the man's dress was quite individual: he was wearing a black and shiny leather coat with sequined spikes on it, and a pair of shoes under his feet. The thick-soled high boots look like a Muggle rock musician or motorcycle rider; a strange string of earrings hangs from his right ear; his red hair is tied into a ponytail and combed behind his head, and he looks quite handsome.

The man was followed by two goblins less than half his height. Their skin was a dirty gray-yellow color, their fingers were slender and curved with sharp nails, and their dark eyes shone with shrewd light.

In terms of height, they were not much taller than Kreacher, but their heads seemed huge, even much bigger than human heads.

As soon as the two goblins saw the unfamiliar Regulus, they immediately looked at each other but said nothing.

"Bill, my friend!" Seeing the man enter the room, Cresway stood up enthusiastically and gave him a hug, "How was your trip to Egypt? Did you meet any Veela?"

"If you want to hear sexy adventure stories, I'm afraid you will be disappointed... I didn't meet any Veela, but if you don't count those disgusting reanimated zombies, this trip was actually not bad." Known as Bill The wizard placed a travel backpack on the ground, "A few Brazilian colleagues were killed by them. Fortunately, I ran fast... Who is this?"

"Regulus Black." Regulus stood up and introduced himself.

Gu Xi</span>Judging from his appearance, he had a feeling that this wizard named Bill might have a lot in common with Sirius.

"It turns out to be Professor Black." Bill stretched out his right hand, "I am Bill Weasley, Charlie told me about you."

"I hope my evaluation is not too bad." Regulus said half-jokingly, "At least a little better than Severus."

"I regret that I graduated two years early and missed many exciting courses." Bill also smiled, and then introduced the two goblins who had already taken their seats to Regulus, "This is Raghu No, this is Gonuk, they are my 'partners'."

Regulus nodded to the two goblins.

Regulus didn't have much fondness for such shrewd, cunning, money-grubbing creatures, and he only respected them out of politeness.

Soon, a table of food was served by Tom. In addition to steaks, soup, puddings and pies, there were also large pieces of raw meat, roots and various colorful fungi.

These distinctive foods were obviously specially prepared for the two goblins, and Bill and Cresswell seemed not to be surprised by them.

The humor common to most members of the Weasley family is also reflected in Bill, who vividly recounts his experiences while working in Egypt, stirring up the atmosphere at the dinner table.

"... There is a statue of Horus in the tomb we entered. Egyptian wizards believe that Horus's two eyes represent the sun and the moon. Whenever there is a new moon, Horus will become blind... ...I suggest you remember this saying. If you go to Egypt and see a statue that looks like a falcon and a human, and it happens to be the new moon, you should be careful..."

"What will happen?" Cresswell asked.

"It will absorb the vitality of all surrounding creatures and turn them into resurrected zombies..." Bill said in a tone of telling horror stories, "And according to the Egyptians, those stone sculptures have absorbed enough 'sacrifice' After the vitality is restored, it will be resurrected in a certain way..."

"You don't believe these things, do you?" Cresswell said funnyly, "This is just like our "Toadstool Stories", it's a thing to scare children."

"The statue did not come alive, but the resurrected zombies did appear." Bill became serious. "I think many ancient witchcraft are still very mysterious to us. I worked as a curse breaker for two years. During this time Half the magic I’ve seen has never even been heard of.”

"Indeed, magic is lost much faster than it is invented." Regulus agreed, "What we thought was a fantasy, maybe it was not so difficult to do at the time."

"Okay, I admit defeat. One of you is a professor, and the other specializes in dealing with those weird things. You must know more than me, a clerk sitting in the office." Creswell said while cutting the steak, "Let's Let’s get down to business, Ragnor, Gornuk, this Mr. Black wants to find a goblin to order a treasure.”

"Oh? What is it? Jewelry, or a coat of arms? We fairies won't make something worthless." Ragno, who had rarely spoken, heard this and said in a rough voice, "Don't take us The things made are on par with the inferior things made by humans.”

This was said so rudely that Cresswell's fork stuck in the steak stopped in mid-air.

"Of course I know. It's precisely because I hope to make something... um... valuable... that I think of looking for you." Regulus was not angry, "In fact, I hope to find a goblin craftsman. The best craftsman, come and help me complete this thing.”

"You don't want to make a family heirloom, do you?" Cresway said hurriedly.

He wanted to remind Regulus, but with the goblin present, he did not dare to speak too directly.

"Wizard, you have a strong tone." Gornuk said, "The craftsman with the best craftsmanship... is undoubtedly from the Legnac family, but your wish may be in vain."

After saying that, Gornuk and Ragnow looked at each other and laughed wildly.

If you are an ordinary person, you may be confused for a while when you hear the name Legnac, but among the three people here, Regulus and Bill, who are top students, know the history of magic quite well, and Cresswell is even more knowledgeable. They deal with fairies every day, so they quickly understood the meaning of this name.

"Could the Legnac family you are talking about be the descendants of the goblin king who forged the sword for Godric Gryffindor?" Regulus asked.

"I didn't expect you to have some knowledge." Ragno said, "Yes, it was Legnac I who forged the sword of Gryffindor. He was the best silversmith at that time."

"When Gryffindor chose to take the sword away, Legnac I swore not to create any treasures for humans." Gornuk took over, "And his descendants also inherited his legacy."

When the goblins said this, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became tense.

In the wizarding history of magic, the story about this incident is very different from that of the two goblins.

A more believable theory is that after King Legnac I forged the sword, he was unwilling to give it to Gryffindor as agreed because of his love for this rare treasure, so he claimed that Gryffindor had obtained it from him. The sword was stolen here and many goblins were sent to regain it.

It's a pity that Gryffindor was the top duelist and swordsman at the time. Regardless of whether he used a wand or not, those goblins were no match for him, and Legnac I's plot came to nothing.

The angry Gryffindor asked the goblins to tell Legnac I that if he dared to do such a thing again, he would take this sword and kill him and all his subjects personally.

After feeling the power of Gryffindor, Legnac I made no further attempts to take the sword out of fear for his own life.But the unwilling Goblin King still let the rumor that "Gryffindor stole the sword" spread among the goblin society.He wanted all goblins to feel his hatred for Gryffindor.Moreover, when Gryffindor died, he used magic to leave the sword in the Sorting Hat for use by wizards who were "courageous and in need of help", which further aroused the dissatisfaction of the goblins.

Because in the eyes of goblins, if a wizard passes something made by a goblin to another wizard instead of returning it to the maker, it is no better than stealing.In the seventeenth century, 600 years after the sword was forged, there were still radical goblins who used this rumor as a reason to incite their kind to rebel.

Bill and Creswell looked at each other, with a hint of worry in their eyes.