demon hunter at hogwarts

So far, the trip had not lived up to Regulus' expectations.

In this dirty and dilapidated bar, his vision and sense of smell were severely damaged; the goblin he was looking for was not found, but he accidentally met several werewolves who were robbing the house, and the culprit Greyback even ran away. .

In the final analysis, the problem all lies with Willy Widdershin who suddenly ran out to rob.

Just when Regulus was thinking about how to deal with these werewolf scoundrels, someone else broke open the door of the chute and entered the bar.

"Put your wands down and raise your hands!" said a deep voice. "There are four wands pointing at you now. You don't want to be hit by a spell, do you?"

Regulus turned his head and saw the owner of the voice: a strong, middle-aged man with short, straight gray hair, wearing an old-style jacket.

The three wizards behind the man also pointed their wands at Regulus warily.

"Who are you?" Regulus felt that the middle-aged man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"I am an Auror from the Ministry of Magic, Delis." The middle-aged man was slightly surprised when he saw Regulus, but he still held up his wand. "We received a report that someone here was endangering public safety. Mr. Black, you'd better cooperate with us, put down your wand, and go with us to the Ministry of Magic for investigation."

"Mr. Auror, if you had come here three minutes earlier, you would have caught Fenrir Greyback. I remember that his wanted poster contained a large bounty." After hearing the purpose of their visit, Lei Gulus said angrily, "Instead of wasting each other's time here with me now, now that you know me..."

Greyback's name is familiar to every Auror.

Delis stayed for a moment, and then exchanged glances with several colleagues.

"...If you have any doubts, you can ask this guy what he is planning to do here." After Regulus finished speaking, a "quick resuscitation" hit the unconscious Willy Widersin.

Seeing Regulus reveal his hand, Delis couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although it was a resuscitation spell, the speed of Regulus' attack was completely beyond his expectation. He couldn't help but wonder in his mind whether he could dodge the spell just now if it was an attack spell suddenly released on him.

After quick calculations, Delis came up with the answer - no.

At this time, Willy Widdershin had regained consciousness. He first glanced at Regulus with his gloomy eyes, and then looked at the four Delis next to him.

"Of course, this guy's credit is not very good. If you don't believe him, you can also ask the owner of this tavern, and you will know that this guy and his accomplices are going to come here to extort money." Regulus pointed out Looking at Willy Widdershin, he continued word by word, "And I was just having lunch here, and I happened upon this incident by chance."

"I am willing to believe you, Mr. Black." Delis said in a businesslike tone, "But according to our regulations, you must come with us to the Ministry of Magic for questioning..."

"I'm not asking for your permission, Mr. Auror." Regulus said coldly, "I still have things to do, and I don't have so much time to waste."

Hearing what Regulus said, the two Aurors behind Delis immediately raised their wands and aimed at Regulus, but Regulus pretended not to see them and just stared at Delis.

"Okay, I believe Mr. Black will not do anything like blackmail..." Delis waved his hand gently to his subordinates, "Then let's take these four people back to the ministry for investigation..."

There was a flash of red light, and poor Willie Widdershin lay unconscious on the floor again.Rope erupted from Delis's wand, tying the four men into a string.

Under the control of Delis' men, four unconscious werewolves floated in the air and ascended along the slide.

"Greyback may still be thinking about them." Regulus suddenly said when Delis was about to get out of the chute.

Delis winked funny and said, "I'd really like to talk to him face to face."

After Delis also got out, Regulus and the bartender were the only two people left in the room.

"Is it the Ministry of Magic you reported to?" Regulus walked up to the thin goblin and looked down at him.

"When those four people first entered the room, I warned them. I thought they would come faster..." The bartender did not deny it, and then he laughed a few times and said, "I am really stupid. , would actually have expectations from the wizard’s Ministry of Magic.”

In the past few days, Regulus had a profound understanding of what kind of moody creatures goblins are, so he had no intention of answering the bartender's words.

Although he was a little curious about the method the goblin used to get the information to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible.

"...Thank you." The bartender suddenly said, "You just blocked the thug's spell. You don't have to do that."

"I just don't want innocent people to be involved. If I weren't here today, you might lose a few galleons and be fine." Regulus said calmly, "But if I fight with them, it will be fine." It cost you your life... I don’t want to be in debt yet.”

After saying that, Regulus walked towards the entrance of the chute, preparing to leave this messed up bar.

"Wait a minute." The bartender hesitated for a moment and then called him.

"Ok?"

"Excuse me, I just heard that you seemed to be asking about someone." The bartender seemed to have made up his mind before saying this, "Why don't you ask a few more people?"

"Why, do you know where he is?" Regulus immediately understood what the goblin meant.

The goblin nodded.

Regulus said: "Since you heard our conversation, you should also know that I will not offer a higher price than just now."

"That helmet? I don't need it." The goblin grinned, showing a mouth of sharp, yellow, and jagged teeth. "I can take you to see Legnac XIII. I'll find out what you want to see him after." After you do something, let’s talk about my...remuneration."

With the mentality of giving it a try, Regulus chose to believe the goblin's words.

Under the leadership of the goblin, the two quickly left the town and came to a hilly area.

The goblin was very familiar with the route and soon found a cave among the rolling hills.

The entrance to the Gushen cave is very hidden, and the road inside is even more difficult to walk.Regulus couldn't help but think of the path he took before entering Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets: the uneven ground was covered with moss-covered, wet and slippery stones, and the walls of the cave were also jagged with jagged rocks.

Water drops dripped from the tips of the stalactites hanging on the ceiling of the cave to the ground, and then flowed along the cracks in the rocks. The entire cave was wet.

"Are you sure there are creatures living here?" Finally, Regulus couldn't help but ask.

From the time he entered the cave until now, except for seeing a Motla rat with tentacles like an anemone on its back getting into a certain cave, he has never seen anything that can make him conclude that there is human-like intelligence. Something that had lived here even for a night.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this is an untouched cave.

"I'm sure." The goblin walked around a thick stalagmite and chose the fork on the left. "If this place is so easy to find, it can't be called a secret hiding place, right?"

Through the light emitted by the wand, Regulus could see that the edges of the stones here were no longer so sharp, and there were two shallow marks on the ground, as if they had been rolled over by wheels over the years.

The goblins walked very fast. Their short bodies were naturally suitable for moving in such places, and they seemed to be able to see the road clearly without lighting. Regulus had to be very careful not to hit his head on the stalactites.

After following the goblin for about 5 minutes, he turned a corner and drilled through a hole less than one meter in diameter. Regulus finally stood under a majestic oval dome.

Under the dome, there are four thick stone pillars with neat hollows.

The goblin snapped his fingers, and several bright flames appeared out of thin air, filling the vacancies there, and the entire space was illuminated brightly.

Regulus looked around. Judging from the marks on the rock wall, it might have been an underground reservoir many years ago. After it dried up, it was transformed into a residence by goblins.

Because it is filled with all kinds of stone statues and many small stone houses of different shapes.

"So, I should call you Legnarc XIII, right?" He turned to the goblin.

"To be honest, I don't like this surname." The goblin walked to a stone sculpture that had fallen to the ground, and his tone was a bit complicated.

Regulus also noticed the stone sculpture, which was also a goblin. He looked somewhat similar to the one in front of him (although in his eyes, all goblins looked similar). He also held a sword in his hand with a hilt. There is a hole the size of a pigeon egg.

Regulus, who had seen the pattern of Gryffindor's sword, expected that the hole should have been inlaid with a ruby.

"Did you see it? A thousand years ago, my ancestors were goblin kings. But now, I only have this dirty and shabby bar, and the money I earn has to be remembered by those stinky thieves... This It's all because of that family rule." The goblin helped the statue up, staring at the blank eyes of the ancestor's stone sculpture with its cloudy eyes, "Don't cast anything for wizards, do you understand what I mean?"

Regulus tried hard to digest the meaning of the goblin's words.

It sounds like Legnac I made a rule for his descendants in anger after he failed to ask for the Sword of Gryffindor.

But as far as he knew, with the development of the times, wizards' demand for handicrafts made by goblins has also declined, because many handicrafts made by wizards themselves look equally beautiful in appearance, but the price is only one-fifth of the goblin products.Therefore, the focus of the goblins' income has shifted to casting coins for Gringotts to earn the price difference.

Instead of minting anything for wizards, including coins of course.

Even if the Legnak family, which was once the Goblin King, had considerable wealth, it would have been exhausted long ago after 1000 years, leaving only the cave that records the family's glorious past, and the stone carvings that have lost their value.

"I haven't asked you yet, what do you want to see me for?" The goblin stroked the stone blade with his slender fingers, and the firelight reflected in his cloudy eyes.

"You just said that you have a family rule not to cast anything for wizards." Regulus shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I think it's better not to bring trouble on myself."

"Let's talk about it. Rules can be set or changed." Legnac XIII took two steps up the steps, standing half a head higher than the statue of his ancestors. "You just saved Even though I am a goblin, I still know some truth."

After hearing what the goblin said, Regulus no longer hesitated and took out his design draft and handed it to Legnac XIII.

"Let me see what this is...a scythe? No..." The goblin just glanced at the design and couldn't look away anymore.

Under the flickering firelight, the wrinkles on his face appeared deeper, but his expression became extremely focused, and his originally cloudy eyes became a little more lively.

Regulus stood aside quietly, watching the goblin's reaction. About five minutes later, Legnac turned the manuscript around and looked at the patterns on it from different angles.

"...Where did you get this thing?" Finally, the goblin asked.

"I dreamed about it. I wrote it down as soon as I woke up." Regulus said half-seriously, "Is there any problem?"

"I was rude..." Legnac thought that Regulus was unwilling to tell him the origin of this manuscript. "The design drafts in my house should all be thrown into the trash... But I noticed, You don’t seem to know much about the materials weapons are made from.”

"Indeed, I have never had any knowledge in this area, whether it is casting or alchemy..." Regulus admitted the goblin's statement generously, "So I can only come up with some things like 'sharp' and 'light' , 'Able to be compatible with magic', as for the general requirements, as for what materials can be used, of course it depends on experts like you."

"Expert... even so." Legnac returned the manuscript to Regulus and said, "Do you know what kind of metal can meet the requirements you just mentioned?"

Regulus shook his head again.

"Mithril." The goblin said one word solemnly.

"Mithril?" Regulus couldn't help but laugh, "Does such a thing really exist? I thought it was a fiction in a storybook... Are you kidding me?"

"Of course not... Mithril is lighter than steel, but much stronger. The most important thing is that it is very suitable for solidifying magic." Legnac said seriously, "According to the manuscripts of the ancestors, the main method of casting Gryffindor's sword is The material is mithril, so Gryffindor can attach his own magic to the sword, so that only those who meet his requirements can get the sword..."

The goblin's words didn't sound like nonsense, and Regulus couldn't help but scratch his head.

According to legend, mithril is extremely rare, and today's wizards have no idea where to get mithril.

However, Legnac continued talking to himself: "...according to his fellow tribesmen, Muggles seem to have been mining mithril in recent decades... They are simply wasting this material and even taking it away. A new name, called 'titanium' or something..."