demon hunter at hogwarts

Appearing from the flames again, what appeared in front of Regulus was not the majestic and mysterious Hogwarts Castle, but a dirty and dilapidated small bar.

The tattered wooden signboard hung on a rusted and weathered bracket, with a cut-off pig's head painted with wet blood. The blood seeped into the white cloth wrapped in it, which was vivid and vivid.

"Shouldn't we go to Hogwarts? Why are we here?" Regulus asked doubtfully.

"A friend wanted to talk to me and happened to drop by." Dumbledore said lightly, "How was it? How was the trip?"

"I can only say that it is more comfortable to take the train."

Regulus followed Dumbledore into the Hog's Head Bar. In fact, he had known about it for a long time, but he had never taken the initiative to come here.

The reason is simple, the environment here is really terrible.

The bar has two floors, and there is only a small, dark, and very dirty room on the first floor. Regulus suspected that the window sill and glass had not been wiped since the bar was built.

At first glance, you think the ground is compacted mud, but when you step on it, the feel of your feet will tell you that centuries of grease and dust have accumulated on the ground that was originally paved with stones.

What came next was a strong smell of mutton, which almost made Regulus faint.

Those old witches, drunkards and heavy smokers seemed to enjoy the environment here, sitting alone or in groups.

Regulus couldn't help but shudder as he watched a wrinkled wizard drink a glass of suspicious liquid that looked like lava.

"I'm going to the bathroom and I'll come back to you later."

"Okay, we'll wait for you in the second room upstairs. Would you like something to drink?" Dumbledore said happily.

"Butterbeer bar..."

A few minutes later, Regulus walked up the creaking stairs and arrived at the room Dumbledore had mentioned.

"...I saw a guy going to the Borgin-Bock store. He seemed to be a professor from your school. I don't know what he was doing there, but I feel it is necessary to let you know..." Through the door, Regulus said Already heard this breathy Irish accent.

The image of a short wizard with dirty and greasy hair, who was selling poisonous candles imported from Colombia, immediately appeared in front of his eyes. Regulus seemed to have smelled the terrible smell of inferior tobacco, alcohol and hair oil.

After casting a head-soaking spell on himself, Regulus opened the door and entered the house.

"Are you talking about me?" he asked coldly.

"What kind of monster are you..." The wizard took a closer look and recognized Regulus through the bubbles.

The wizard's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees, and he immediately started talking to him in a familiar manner, as if it was not him who had informed Dumbledore just now, "Yes, it's you. Let me tell you, the goods I have are much cheaper than those at Borgin and Burkes." Now, do you want to consider Colombia’s poisonous candles..."

"Ahem..." Dumbledore coughed twice at the right time, interrupting the wizard's ramblings.

"If there's nothing particularly important, I'm going back to the office to prepare lessons." Regulus stood up and prepared to leave.

"Be patient." Dumbledore stopped Regulus, then turned to the wizard, "Mundungus, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

At this moment, the tall, thin bar owner with a big beard and messy hair suddenly opened the door and impatiently slammed a large wine bottle on the table, making a loud bang.

Then he threw three dirty and greasy wine glasses next to the bottle, and finally left the room without saying a word, closing the door with force, causing the dust on the roof to fall.

Mundungus seemed to be afraid of the bar owner, and he shrank into his chair.

"Do you owe him money? It's rare for a wizard to be so disrespectful to you." Regulus' tone was full of sarcasm.

"We are old acquaintances. Don't worry about his bad temper." Dumbledore smiled, "Also, Mundungus is not allowed to enter this bar. He has already given us face today."

Then he prepared to pour beer into the wine glass, not caring about the dirty glass.

Regulus silently cast a "Clean Up" on his wine glass.

"Oh... By the way, I couldn't get in touch with the informants I used to purchase goods before. Scabior has been missing for a while. I know that he used to work with Death Eaters, but he only stayed there for a few days. Azkaban was released." Mundungus took a sip of beer and started talking again, "And Willy Widdershin, this guy besides reselling those biting doorknobs, he just likes to I wonder if he has any special hobbies when it comes to blowing up Muggle public toilets..."

Next, Mundungus mentioned a few more names, most of them were criminals like him who resold prohibited items. Regulus didn't even recognize them. Without exception, they all suddenly disappeared in the past month. .

After saying that, Mundungus disapparated directly, seemingly unwilling to go down the stairs and meet the bar owner again.

"Some trivial matters." Dumbledore concluded, "What about you, is there anything you want to talk to me about? We still have some time."

"Seeing this guy really reminded me of something." Regulus lifted the head-soaking spell and glanced at the door warily, "Are you sure no one is eavesdropping here?"

"I can responsibly say that if you are downstairs, you will definitely be eavesdropped..." Seeing Regulus' complex expression, Dumbledore changed the topic, "But it is safe here. If anyone dares to eavesdrop, boss Will throw him out."

"I just believe you... Today I went to Borgin-Bock's shop, and Borgin told me something... Many years ago, there was probably another one that was stolen along with Slytherin's locket. The golden cup is a relic of Hufflepuff." Regulus whispered.

Dumbledore stopped laughing.

"We all know what the locket is now..." Regulus stared into Dumbledore's eyes and said, "I can't help but have a question, if that golden cup... was made the same as the locket. Where are the things?”

Behind the half-moon lenses, sharp blue eyes narrowed.

After a moment, Dumbledore said thoughtfully: "No one has ever done this before, but if it is him, I don't rule out the possibility... I have to investigate. Borgin said that the locket was originally Was it bought by someone?"

"A distant cousin of Hufflepuff...he didn't say who," Regulus replied.

Then he quickly added: "I can't ask him anymore, he will definitely kick me out...I used some tricks at the time. But he has nothing to complain about, he got a piece of Merlin's first level Here’s the medal.”

"Sounds like a lose-lose situation." Dumbledore said with emotion.

"That's right." Regulus nodded, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip of beer.

His expression suddenly became very strange, and he tried hard not to spit out what he had put into his stomach.

"What am I drinking?"

Dumbledore smiled slyly and turned the bottle slightly so Regulus could read the label.

The label is full of oil stains, and the writing is very sloppy and sloppy, but it is still legible.

"I want butterbeer, not suet beer!"