demon hunter at hogwarts

The store is easy to find.

Because the shops in Diagon Alley are basically clean and bright, there are only two dirty shops.

One of them is the "Magic Zoo" which specializes in selling various magical pets.

The space inside the store was very narrow, and Regulus had to be very careful not to let his coat get on those strange things.

Various cages hang from the walls, from floor to ceiling.

A pink toad squatted in the cage, with bulging eyes, devouring cockroaches. Regulus only glanced at it, then turned away in disgust and looked in another direction.

Boring animals like velvet, slugs, and snails were not within the scope of Regulus' consideration.

There were several black mice in a cage in the corner. After feeling Regulus's gaze, they immediately began to squeak and jump happily in the cage.

"Sorry, guys, for your... safety, it's better for you to stay here." Although he thought these mice might be good pets, considering the relationship between Sirius and the mice, he still gave up. Got this idea.

In the glass box next to the window, an animal that looked like a huge turtle was lying there basking in the sun. There were red and green gems on its back shell.

Several pink birds stayed in the birdcage, opening and closing their sharp beaks, seeming to be chirping, but making no sound.

"Do you like badbirds, sir?" A clerk came over and sold the big pink bird to Regulus. "They are very beautiful, aren't they? But you must have a breeding license and give it to them every other month. Release the silent spell..."

Regulus shook his head and left the birdcage.

It's too much to keep pets and cast spells on them.

Further inside, several animals that looked like large ferrets rolled their black eyes and glanced at the guests maliciously.

"These are martens. They can talk to people and are your best companions when you are lonely." The clerk introduced them to Regulus.

As if to prove what the clerk said, one of the martens cursed Regulus a string of curse words.

"Most of the time it will be like this... They won't speak much, but you can try to teach them to say something polite..." The clerk awkwardly held up his work hat and tried to explain.

"If you don't mind, let me see for myself..." Regulus was mid-sentence when he suddenly felt something.

In the cage on the top floor, there was a huge ginger cat with a face that seemed to be squashed, staring at him closely.

"Oh, are you interested in the cat? His name is Crookshanks. He is very smart, lively and active." The clerk noticed that Regulus seemed to be very interested in the cat, and hurriedly started selling it, as if he wanted Regulus to Buy it now.

"Crooked legs? It fits its appearance quite well." Regulus looked at the cat carefully. Its legs were indeed a bit crooked.

At this time, it bristled at Regulus threateningly.

After thinking for a moment, he gave up on buying Crookshanks.

The reason is simple, its appearance is really unflattering.

"Oh, I knew it..." The clerk looked disappointed.

"What do you know?" Regulus became slightly interested.

"This cat has been in the store longer than me, and no one wants to buy it. I originally thought I could help it find a new owner today," the clerk said frustratedly.

"Maybe I have no fate with it." Regulus glanced in the direction of Crookshanks again. The big cat lazily closed its eyes and lay in the cage pretending to be a yellow blanket.

"But, I want this." Regulus pointed in another direction.

In the cage was a snow-white cat, half the size of Crookshanks.

Otherwise, he is not much different from other cats, except for his eyes.

The left eye is as crystal clear as sapphire, while the right eye is amber yellow with a hint of bright red.

"Ah! A wise choice!" The clerk opened the cage exaggeratedly, and the white cat arched its body warily, "It just arrived here this morning. I made a bet with someone that within a week, it will definitely be bought by someone. Walk!"

"Does she have a name?" Regulus stretched out his hand, and the white cat stepped on his arm and jumped on his shoulder.

"not yet."

"Then..." Regulus took the cat off his shoulders, just in time to see the red light in the cat's eyes, and an idea flashed across his mind.

"Just call your name Antares."

The white cat meowed, seemingly satisfied with the name.

After paying the clerk twelve galleons, Regulus was about to go to the pet store, but found that there were people blocking the door of the store.

It was a tall, thick man with messy hair and a beard. He was Rubeus Hagrid, the hunting ground warden of Hogwarts. He seemed to be trying hard to squeeze in, but was stuck by the door frame.

Regulus pulled out his wand and waved it, and the door frame seemed to come alive, and Hagrid was "vomited" outside the shop.

"Damn it! Oh...it's you, thank you." Hagrid recognized Regulus.

"Whatever you want to buy, I can go in and help you choose." Regulus had just bought a cat and was in a good mood.

"No need, I saw them, right over there..." Hagrid pointed to the large turtle-like creature with a gem on top of the glass box on the windowsill, "I'm going to buy some fire crabs, um... Professor Kettleburn Ask me to buy it for him, he may need it during class...you know his legs and feet are not very good..."

Judging from Hagrid's flushed face, panicked tone, and wandering eyes, Regulus was sure that he was not telling the truth.

But Regulus didn't bother to worry about what Hagrid wanted the fire crab for. He had another place to go, and some doubts had to be resolved.

"I wish you good luck." After Regulus said goodbye to Hagrid, he carried Antalis and walked to Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Unlike Crookshanks, Antalis was very quiet. She curled up in Regulus's arms, closed her unusual heterochromatic pupils, and looked like an ordinary white cat.

"Ah! Mr. Black, you're here again." Seeing Regulus come in, Mr. Ollivander walked out of the storage room, "Is there something wrong with the wand?"

"It works very well. It is indeed a good wand." Regulus handed the wand to Ollivander.

"It's in very good condition...perfect..." The wandmaker took the wand, observed it carefully, and murmured to himself from time to time.

"Mr. Ollivander, if a wand is destroyed, can it be repaired?" Regulus suddenly asked.

"Destroy? Do you mean the Ministry of Magic's method? Break the wand into two pieces?" Ollivander looked a little angry, obviously dissatisfied with the way the Ministry of Magic treated his product. "It can't be repaired, my boy." , if the magic material in the core of the wand is seriously damaged, its magic power will be lost, and even if its appearance is restored to its original state using a repair spell or other means, it will have no soul."

But Sirius's wand was indeed repaired and could be used normally, with considerable power.

"Nothing can be done?"

"Any means."

The wandmaker's tone was firm.