demon hunter at hogwarts

Regulus couldn't help but laugh as he read the goblin's letter hastily.

"It seems they are more impatient than me and can't help it so quickly...Kreacher, there's no need to hold that thing."

After saying that, Regulus took Henry V's helmet from the hands of the elf, pulled out his wand, pointed at the helmet and said: "Copy into pairs!"

"You're going to meet those two goblins?" Sirius looked at Regulus's actions and was a little confused.

"Strictly speaking, they are taking me to see Legnac XIII." Regulus looked at the two identical helmets with satisfaction. "According to what they said, they wanted to leave Gringotts during working hours. Two hours is not easy, so I have to take this meeting seriously... and better bring them some gifts."

Then he walked over to the box containing the Lake Constance ring and did the same thing.

"You don't think that such a clumsy spell can fool goblins, do you?" Sirius sneered when he saw this, "Those dwarfs can smell it just by moving their noses."

"We can keep the fake ones as souvenirs for ourselves, and we can find a craftsman to imitate them when we have time. As you said, these things that have lost their magic power have become scrap metal. There is no way I can run to a Muggle palace. Inside, dig out the gems from the Queen's crown, right?" Regulus rearranged the spell manuscript and the fake ring, then closed the box and put the real ring and helmet into his briefcase. , "Instead of letting them lie in the basement to completely rust and rot, it is better to use them a little bit more. As for using them as handicrafts... it makes no difference whether they are genuine or fake."

"If they know what you did, we won't be able to have a good rest for a week." Sirius glanced in the direction of the corridor, where portraits of the Black family's ancestors were hung, including someone who had included these two treasures in his collection. An ancestor said, "You didn't seem like someone who could do such a thing before...Who are you? Where is my old-fashioned, follow-the-rules idiot brother?"

"It's just a small price to pay." Regulus put MacNeill's ax into his bag. After looking around, he also took the old flail that Sirius had kicked aside. "They know I must find Legnac XIII, so they won’t be willing to let this commission fall into the hands of other goblins.”

"I'll go with you. I want to meet the best craftsman of this legendary goblin." Sirius looked a little itchy.

"They only made an appointment with me... you'd better not go, they don't trust wizards." Regulus said, "I don't want to give them an excuse to go back on their word, let alone let this matter drag on for too long."

"Okay, then I'll stay here and write a letter to Gilderoy Lockhart." Seeing that Regulus was serious, Sirius stopped joking, "Wild Creek Crescent... I do I’m a little curious.”

He picked up the Daily Prophet again.

When Regulus arrived at the agreed place in Diagon Alley, he found that the only elf waiting there was Ragnor.

"Don't we have to wait for your companion? The one named Gornuk?" Regulus asked.

"It's just an introduction. I'm enough." Ragnow's eyes were wandering.

Regulus quickly understood Ragnor's thoughts, and without further words, he immediately took the goblin on the road.

After leaving London, they headed west and finally arrived at a small town called Chipping Crowley in Gloucestershire at the mouth of the River Severn.

The town was relatively clean and tidy, not much different from the ordinary English countryside, but the direction the goblin took Regulus in was getting darker and darker.

Soon, they came to a dirty alley, a dead end, and Regulus couldn't help sniffing.

He smelled a sour odor similar to Mundungus' hair oil.

The ground was littered with garbage, including wine bottles, food scraps, and other unknown items, and there wasn't even a place to stay.

Regulus waved his wand, and the garbage was automatically pushed to the corners on both sides, leaving a path for one person to pass.

Ragnow stared at him deeply, then walked ahead, walked to the wall of the dead end, and tapped a certain piece of bluestone with his long, curled fingers.

The color of the stone changed, forming the shape of an ear, and Ragnor spoke a few babbling elf language into the ear.

Suddenly, the stone slab under their feet suddenly cracked, revealing a downward slide. Ragnow jumped directly into the slide without saying a word.

Regulus sighed secretly, and after taking a look at the dirty slide, he cast a waterproof and moisture-proof magic on himself before jumping in.

Inside is an underground bar with dim lighting and shabby furnishings. Even the Pig Head Bar looks much cleaner and tidier than this bar. In comparison, the air in the alley above is refreshing and pleasant.

There were many kinds of guests in the house. In addition to the goblins, there were also two dominatrixes eating fresh liver, and a skinny banshee with a green face and long hair that touched the floor.

After discovering that Regulus had entered, the diners in the room cast unfriendly glances.

"You see, they are not very popular in the wizard's bar." Ragnow found an empty table and sat down, saying in a rough voice.

Regulus wisely did not take up the topic.

"Want something to drink?" A stiff English voice sounded, and the bartender came over. He was a goblin with messy and dirty hair.

Even from the goblin's point of view, the waiter was short, thin, and looked malnourished.

"Same old." Ragnow seemed to be a regular visitor here.

The waiter muttered something in fairy language, and a wooden wine glass flew out from behind the bar, filled with a thick yellow-green liquid.

The closest thing Regulus had ever seen to that cup of liquid was the pus from the tuber of Barbo.

"Wizard?" the waiter asked Regulus again in stilted English.

"I don't have to..." Regulus suspected that there was no food for wizards in this bar.

The receptionist turned around and left without asking any further questions.

"So, Legnac XIII, how should I find him?" Regulus asked bluntly.

The waiter's hand wiping the table in the distance suddenly stopped.

"We are not far from our destination..." Ragno said mid-sentence, slowly picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then smashed it and opened his mouth.

"Of course... of course." Regulus smiled, and then took out the Henry V helmet from his bag, "The reward, right... you should know what it is."

Gu Ju</span> "It is indeed a collection of the Black family... This is Henry Lancaster's helmet. You can see the rose shape formed by these lines..." The goblin took the helmet, and his black eyes were on the helmet. He glanced back and forth over the decoration, "But can I assume that you have prepared something better than this?"

"I think you misunderstood." Regulus had no intention of continuing to increase the price. "I don't like bargaining very much. I usually only make a quotation once. As for whether the business can be successful...it depends entirely on you."

"Then I can only wish you good luck." Ragnow put his helmet on the table. "After all, Britain is not that big. With your ability, it won't be a problem to find him."

The negotiations reached a deadlock, and the goblin knew that there should be a gift for Gornuk in Regulus's bag, and his purpose was to keep this gift for himself.

Regulus saw through the goblin's intentions when he saw Ragnor appearing alone in Diagon Alley, and he had no intention of letting this greedy guy succeed.

"I can only express my regret." Regulus took the helmet back and put it back into his bag. "I will pay for this... wine... and thank you for introducing me to such a wonderful place. .”

After saying that, he placed two galleons on the table.

The thin goblin bartender pulled on his shoes and walked slowly over. Just as he was about to pick up the galleons on the table, four more people entered the bar from the chute.

From the appearance, they were indeed human beings, wearing tattered wizard robes, and the leader had vulgar golden ornaments on his ears. Regulus glanced at him, but felt that this man looked familiar, as if he was somewhere. Saw it.

When the drinkers saw these people, they immediately lowered their heads and stared at the things on their tables, trying to reduce their sense of presence as much as possible.

Several people immediately approached the waiter. The leader bent down, stretched out his hand and grabbed his collar, and said viciously: "What should we do to you? You can never give me Galleons on time... …You haven’t paid at all this month, so it seems we have to punish you… How about burning your shop down?”

After saying that, he stretched out his sharp nails and made a bloody gash on the waiter's face, then put his nails into his mouth and sucked it deliciously.

"You'd better take our words seriously," said another. "No one cares if there's an old goblin missing in this corner."

"Willy..." As soon as the waiter said two syllables, there was a bloody cut on the other side of his face.

"You filthy thing, how dare you call me by my name?" The leader viciously pushed the waiter to the ground and kicked him again.

Regulus suddenly remembered who this person was: the legendary Willy Widdershin, who was famous for selling biting doorknobs and causing the backflow of sewage in Muggle public toilets. He was later transformed by Greyback. He became a werewolf, attempted to attack Harry Potter on Halloween last year, was subdued by Sirius and Lupin, and was finally captured and imprisoned in Azkaban for several months.

It seems that Willy Widdershin's life was not very satisfactory after he was released. He didn't even have the money to buy himself a new set of clothes, and those flashy earrings... were most likely gold-plated and not worth much. money.

So they could only get some pocket money for themselves by blackmailing this old goblin who also had no background.

Of course, Regulus was more out of place than the four of them in this bar, and he caught their attention early on.

"Wizards?" One of them looked a little confused, "Don't we not accept wizards here?"

"No...he is not an ordinary wizard, he is Black." Willy Widdershin licked his lips and stared at Regulus with dead fish eyes, "The famous Regulus Black, we have fallen to this point. In this way, he also contributed a lot.”

Upon hearing Widdershin's words, several other werewolves immediately abandoned the bartender and turned to viciously gouging Regulus with their hateful eyes.

"In this case, we have to settle our accounts carefully." One of the werewolves pulled out his wand.

"You all heard it." Regulus sat at the table and did not move. "It might not be quiet here in a moment."

Hearing this, the goblins ran out immediately, followed by the two dominatrixes. When they ran out, they did not forget to grab a handful of livers each.

Finally, the banshee floated up the slide quietly.

As for Ragnow, he had already disappeared without a trace.

He regretted it now. If he had just agreed to Regulus's conditions, the helmet would be in his possession now.

But now his life safety is important, and he will not fight the werewolf for a helmet.

Soon, apart from Regulus and the four werewolves, there was only the bartender huddled in the corner.

"Are you just going to sit like this?" Willy Widdershin pulled out his wand and aimed it at Regulus with a grin. "Shatter to pieces!"

The spell did not hit the target. Regulus' wand was already in his hand, blocking Widdershin's attack.

The other three werewolves were not idle either, and colorful spells were sprayed out from their wands, but they all failed in the face of Regulus's armor spell.

The bounced spell blasted the old tables and chairs to pieces, the wine spilled on the ground, and the air was filled with a pungent smell.

The bartender let out a silent sigh and lay on the ground in despair, staring blankly at the ceiling with his cloudy eyes.But none of the five people fighting in the room paid attention to him.

"I heard that you taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts last year." Seeing Regulus's delay in fighting back, Widdershin couldn't help but mocked, "Did you forget how to attack others? Or did you have something wrong with it?" Do you think that if you resist, we will let you go?"

"Haven't you noticed yet?" Regulus said with a sneer, "I have already done it."

Widdershin was stunned when he saw several of his accomplices suddenly falling to the ground as soft as noodles and fainting.

He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the wand, and his body arched up warily.

Because he didn't understand at all what magic Regulus used to kill those three people.

"We have about 10 minutes to chat before people from the Ministry of Magic discover something unusual and rush here." Regulus said easily, "There is no need to try to escape."

While talking, Widdershin tried to use apparation to leave several times, but failed. When he wanted to chant a spell to Regulus again, he was horrified to find that the spell he was usually skilled in didn't listen to him anymore. The command is not to spray out from the tip of the wand.

"You... what kind of magic are you doing!" Widdersin was completely panicked.

"It's just some new application methods." Regulus said, "Originally I didn't plan to find you, but you walked in front of me today to cause trouble... I just happened to ask by the way, what were you doing when you left Azkaban? What good things have you done with time? You'd better tell the truth, because I can tell the truth from the lies."