demon hunter at hogwarts

Chapter 135 Auror Command

Regulus was lying in his bedroom, looking at the newspaper clippings on the wall with unfocused eyes.

Those newspaper clippings showed Voldemort who had not yet taken off his mask. He successfully used the pure-blood wizard's arrogance and sense of crisis to win over a large number of supporters for himself.

"We don't have to hide anymore... By then, things will become simple, and wizards and Muggles will return to their positions... We have noble blood, and were born to rule those lowly Muggles and Mudbloods... they have been in a position they do not belong for too long, and I will make things right... For this, Lord Voldemort needs your service, give your loyalty, and I will give you glory... …”

At this time, Voldemort on the newspaper clipping had turned yellow and faded, but he still had an unbridled smile on his face, as if he was mocking Regulus' incompetence.

A year passed and he only destroyed one Horcrux.

And what about Voldemort?After being dormant for a long time, he finally began to plan his return.

Bellatrix escaped Azkaban and returned to serve her master.

The possessed Gilderoy Lockhart managed to escape justice by destroying his memory.Now, he has successfully left St. Mungo's as an idiot. No one knows what Voldemort has done and what he will do by using this writer in name only.

Barty Crouch seems to have been forgotten, and everyone seems to think that there is no benefit in trying to find such a serious, old-fashioned, inhumane old guy. Anyway, his life and death will not affect their own lives.

People thought that without the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort could not be resurrected, but according to the clues discovered by Dumbledore, Voldemort probably already had a body and was no longer a ghost.

Since an incomplete body could be created, it would only be a matter of time before Voldemort's magical attainments allowed him to be completely resurrected.

Most people are unaware that the shadow that once hung over the entire UK ten years ago has gradually returned.

Regulus' eyes moved to the bedside, where there was the Black family crest and the motto "Always Pure" that were carefully painted on the bedside when he was in school.

With everything he had done this year, he had completely stood on the opposite side of Voldemort.

In other words, he had already established his position many years ago when he took Kreacher into the cave.

"Master Regulus didn't have dinner..." Outside the door, the aging house elf muttered in a bullfrog-like voice, trying to persuade Regulus to go downstairs.

"I won't eat...forget it, I want a Yorkshire pudding." Finally, Regulus changed his mind, and the elf immediately went downstairs to get busy happily.

Soon, Yorkshire pudding was delivered to Regulus' bedroom.

He sat at his desk and looked at the night sky through the open window. The bright stars of Aquila and Lyra looked across the Milky Way and gradually sank toward the western horizon.

Thinking back to this time last year, he was sitting in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, watching the young wizards enjoying dinner.

I wonder what kind of welcome speech Snape would give him when he saw the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

And what kind of response can Quirrell's eloquence make?

Early the next morning, Sirius got up early. After breakfast, he dressed neatly and pushed his beloved motorcycle outside the door, looking ready to go.

Regulus was a little surprised. Harry had already gone to Hogwarts and didn't need him to pick him up.

"You are only allowed to get a salary at Hogwarts, and I am not allowed to do something to support my family?" Sirius explained this.

Then he put on his helmet and started the engine.

The motorcycle made a huge roar and disappeared around the corner, attracting side glances from the Muggles on the roadside.

Regulus didn't pay too much attention to this. His unreliable brother was always a restless guy. Harry was definitely responsible for being able to stay at home for several months.

Now that he didn't have to take care of Harry, it would be even weirder if Sirius didn't find something to do.

Just like Regulus himself.

Half an hour later, on a deserted and dilapidated street.

The dump truck parked on the roadside was filled with garbage that seemed to have accumulated for a century, and it was so full that it was overflowing.

There were several shabby-looking offices. Looking through the broken glass windows, there was no human figure, only dusty tables and chairs and spider webs hanging everywhere.

A tavern is still open, but the business is obviously not very good, which can be seen from the fact that it is as dilapidated as the Pig's Head Bar.There was a bald old man sitting in the tavern. His cloudy eyes crossed his aquiline nose and he stared blankly out of the window.

The wall of the tavern is covered with messy graffiti that stretches out for more than ten meters. There is also a bright red phone booth covered by the wall. Several pieces of glass are missing. The receiver of the phone hangs on the wall, flickering. .

"If I become the Minister of Magic, I will definitely renovate this guest entrance." Regulus carefully stepped over a puddle of sewage on the ground, walked into the phone booth, and dialed "62442" on the old-fashioned dial. "Five numbers.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please tell me your name and what you are here to do." A cold, loud and clear woman's voice rang in the phone booth, like an invisible receptionist standing next to Regulus. Somewhere around Si.

"Regulus Black, former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts." Regulus ignored the receiver hanging in his hand and just stood there upright, being careful not to get dust on his clothes. , "Come to talk at the invitation of Alastor Moody."

"Thank you, guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes." The flat and indifferent voice of the "receptionist" sounded again.

Then, a square silver badge slid out from the metal chute through which the phone ejected coins.

It read: "Regulus Black, for questioning."

Regulus pursed his lips and finally pinned the badge on his chest.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

As the female voice sounded again, the phone booth slowly sank into the ground like a Muggle elevator.

Regulus' eyes fell into darkness, and his ears were filled with the harsh grinding sound from the phone booth.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day today." After a long minute, a golden light broke through the darkness and shone on his feet, then gradually widened and enveloped his entire body.

The door of the phone booth opened, and Regulus walked into a splendid hall.

The floor of the corridor is polished, and there are two neat rows of fireplaces on the walls on both sides. A wizard will appear in the row on the left every few seconds, and in front of the fireplace on the right, wizards are lining up to leave. .

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain. The wizard holds his wand high, pointing to the sky, and beside him is a beautiful witch.

Statues of centaurs, goblins and house elves surrounded them, in a relatively low position, looking up at the two wizards with infinite admiration.

Sparkling jets of water spurted from the tips of wizards' wands, centaurs' arrows, goblins' hat tips, and house-elves' ears.

The employees of the Ministry of Magic did not notice the presence of Regulus. Most of them had a dull expression on their faces, as if they had lost all fun in the boring mechanical life.

Regulus followed the sign's instructions and found the security desk.

The wizard in charge of the security check casually scanned Regulus's body with various instruments, and checked his wand with a machine similar to a scale.

"It only took less than a year, right? Beech wood, snake nerve, nine inches long..." After reading the note spit out by the scale, the wizard finally showed a puzzled expression.

"Any questions?"

"No offense... Sir, it's just that the length of the wand is generally related to a person's height. You..." the wizard said hesitantly.

Regulus was tall, but his wand was only nine inches long, which was indeed rare.

"There are always exceptions, right?" Regulus said. "If that's all right, I'm going to get my wand back."

"Okay... here you go..." The wizard seemed hesitant to look Regulus in the eyes, and hurriedly handed over the wand.

After retrieving the wand, Regulus passed through the golden door at the end of the hall and came to a smaller hall.

There are exquisite golden fences with at least twenty elevators behind them.

Ludo Bagman, the Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, was trying to squeeze into an elevator with his beer belly bulging out. Next to him, a short, fat witch in a pink dress stared at Bagman with disgust.

Regulus accidentally saw the appearance of the witch and was secretly glad that he didn't eat too much for breakfast.

He squeezed into an elevator. In addition to the crowded wizards, there were also several paper airplanes stamped with "Ministry of Magic" hovering above their heads, used to convey messages.

The elevator slowly rose, and there were fewer and fewer people inside. By the time it reached the second floor, where the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic was located, Regulus was the only one left in the elevator.

He stepped out of the elevator, turned the corner, passed through two heavy oak doors, and finally entered an open area divided into many cubicles.

There, paper airplanes used to convey messages kept flying in and out of various compartments, giving people the illusion of being in a giant honeycomb.

A sign hung on the wall of the nearest cubicle, with scrawled writing on it: AUROR COMMAND.

In the nearest cubicle was a man wearing a purple robe and a long ponytail.

He put his feet in sequined boots on the table and muttered nonchalantly.On the table, a shorthand quill was writing in flying fonts on the report.

Regulus noticed that the walls of his cubicle were covered in posters of the Weird Sisters.

The man in purple robe and ponytail saw Regulus, but he didn't pay attention and was still dictating his report.

In a cubicle next to him, a man with short gray hair sat, and the wall was covered with photos of wanted criminals.

The man was reading the document in his hand carefully, and his name was written on the sign in the cubicle: Deluxe.

Most people didn't say anything when they saw Regulus entering the house. They were all busy with their own things, as if what they just walked in was nothing.

But a few people welcomed it.

"Hello, Mr. Black." A tall black wizard with shining ornaments on his ears stood up, walked out of his cubicle, and greeted Regulus in a low, rich voice.

"Sorry...are you?" Regulus looked at the wizard doubtfully.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt." The wizard introduced himself, "We had a chance to meet on Halloween last year."

"Nice to meet you..." Regulus said politely. He remembered that Dumbledore had indeed mentioned this name at that time. It seemed that he was one of the Aurors who stayed in Godric's Hollow to help Fudge deal with the aftermath.

"I have to remind you that in the past six months, people have often witnessed Muggle vehicles flying in the sky. It was a motorcycle..." Kingsley blinked, but his tone was businesslike, "We have to log out. He stole the memories of seventeen Muggles and made them believe that they were just confusing science fiction movies and reality."

"That guy..." Regulus reluctantly took a document handed over by Kingsley. After turning two pages, his eyes froze, "This is..."

He looked past the papers and into Kingsley's eyes.

"Some investigative reports." Kingsley's tone remained unchanged. "We think it would be more convenient to leave this matter to you as a relative."

"Indeed..." Regulus quickly folded the document and put it into his coat pocket, "You have found the right person."

Kingsley smiled, turned around and returned to his cubicle, chatting with a witch with a black eyepatch next to him through the barrier.

Regulus noticed that the pictures on the wall of Kingsley's cubicle were all extremely vicious and notorious Death Eaters, including Antonin Dolohov and August Rookwood.

And Bellatrix who was laughing maniacally.

"Williamson! If you let me see you sitting like that again, I'll burn your ass!" A rough voice suddenly rang, and the entire Auror headquarters seemed to be shocked by this voice. There were several Paper airplanes fall from the sky.

Regulus looked around and saw the purple-robed wizard with a ponytail cursing and putting his feet down from the table.

With a rhythmic clicking sound, Alastor Moody, dragging his prosthetic legs and looking ferocious, walked in from the main entrance of the office.

"You came on time, boy." Moody stared hard at the wizard named Williamson with his magic eyes, but looked at Regulus with his normal eyes.

"It's my first time coming to the Auror office. I'm worried that I'm not in the right place." Regulus replied.

"Let's go, there are many people here... let's change places."

Moody made no attempt to lower his voice, and many Aurors cast disapproving looks at him.

But they already knew their famous colleague very well, powerful but suspicious, and every day would feel like a wasted day if they didn't find twenty people preparing to murder him.