demon hunter at hogwarts

Chapter 121 The Lair

If we say that the teachers and students of Hogwarts represent the future of the wizarding world, it is a side full of light and hope.

So the place where people like the original Scabior lived was a dark and dirty corner of the wizarding world.

In the past, Scabio made a living by petty theft, reselling prohibited items, and various activities on the fringes, and he enjoyed it.

Similar in nature to Mundungus Fletch's "job".

However, Mundungus met Dumbledore, while Scabior met another person last year.

After the brief meeting, Scabior had a creed in his mind: "All actions must be given priority by the master's orders."

Although he has never even seen what this "master" looks like.

Occasionally, he would wonder who the "master" was and what he wanted him to do.

But every time this thought came up, he would be interrupted by a severe headache.

Soon Scabior gave up his efforts, because doing things for the "master" was not bad. He learned some black magic from the "master" that he had never imagined before.

This turned him from a gangster into a more powerful gangster and became the leader of a small team.

However, the degree of trust the "master" has in them is obviously limited.

Because one day, in order to ensure the loyalty of him and others, the "Master" ordered the most notorious werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, to transform all of their small team into werewolves.

This way he has no way out.

Of course, Scabior does not reject this change in his heart. For him, life is about doing evil anyway, and it makes little difference whether he changes into a werewolf or not.

Before Halloween last year, the "master" assigned them a task: to take the legendary savior, Harry Potter, away from the Muggle community where he lived.

Unfortunately, this major mission failed.

On Halloween night, before he could take action, he and three of his team members were knocked down by a strange man. He didn't even have time to see the man's face clearly.

I only remember that the man's voice was cold and the spell he used was like an invisible sharp blade.

Four people were seriously injured and sent to Azkaban. One of them could not bear the harsh environment there and died a month later. Scabior and the other two barely survived.

After they sat in Azkaban for six months and were released from prison, Scabior had only one thought in his mind: he wanted to become more powerful.

If you want to become stronger, the most direct way is to find the "master" and ask him to teach you more profound black magic. However, Scabio and others found that the "master" seemed to have disappeared and could never be found again.

They had no choice but to go back to their old business, making a living by reselling prohibited items, living in misery until one day a month ago.

Every time he thought about what happened that day, Scabior shuddered and had goosebumps all over his body.

like now.

"Damn it." Scabior shook his head hard, trying to get those bad memories out of his mind.

He originally thought that it would not take long to catch the unlucky guy who roasted the rabbit.

Whether it's a wizard or a muggle.

They had been wandering around the Black Forest for more than 20 days, and their mood had already reached a critical point and they needed to vent.

But 5 minutes passed and he didn't even see anyone.

Scabior blew his whistle, which was the signal for the three of them to communicate.

no respond.

There was only the rustle of the night wind through the treetops and the occasional chirping of insects.

"These two idiots!" Scabior cursed secretly, extinguished the fluorescence of the wand, stepped lightly, and returned to the place where they separated.

There was nothing unusual, the roast rabbit was still lying on the ground quietly.

He whistled again, the sharp whistle sounding very abrupt in the dark forest.

Still no response.

Scabior realized that something was wrong and decided to escape from here without checking the safety of his companions.

As soon as he turned around, he heard a voice speaking.

The voice was so close that it seemed to be ringing in my ears: "What are you looking for?"

"Looking for someone, here just now..." Scabior replied subconsciously, but immediately realized something was wrong, "Who are you!"

He raised his wand, ready to cast a curse, but suddenly he felt weak and weak.

Then, the magic power in his body that was supposed to provide him with strength instead brought him endless pain. He could no longer hold his wand, his legs weakened, and he collapsed on the ground.

"I should be the person you are looking for..." The owner of that voice walked up to him slowly. He was a tall and thin man. With a wave of his hand, Scabior's wand that fell on the ground flew away. into his hands.

Scabior couldn't see clearly the appearance of the person coming, and wanted to struggle to call his companions.

"Are you looking for them?" The man snapped his fingers, and two limp and unconscious bodies floated out of the bushes strangely and landed next to Scabior.

"Who are you?" At this point, Scabio calmed down.

"You don't need to know." The man said coldly, "I will ask the questions now, and you can only answer."

"You hide your head and show your tail, don't expect me to tell you anything..." Scabios said with an inward look.

"I didn't expect you to cooperate voluntarily." The man's voice was very soft, but Scabior had already heard the meaning clearly.

Just as he was about to protest, a thin green electric light bloomed at the man's fingertips and hit him.

That kind of magic turned into flames, and the pain that burned his own bone marrow ignited again in his limbs and bones at the same time.

Scabior wailed, but found that he could not make any sound.

"There are many creatures resting in the forest, and I don't want to disturb them..." The man smiled and said softly, "We have plenty of time, or do you want to try other tricks?"

This understatement sounded like a devil whispering in Scabior's ears.

"I said, I said..." Scabior found that he could speak out, but at this time, he could not think of shouting for help.

Maybe it was because that man knew that in this damn dark forest, no one would come to save him even if his throat was broken by screaming.

Or maybe, that person has seen through his mind and knows that after he recognizes the gap in strength, he will cooperate obediently and no longer try to resist.

I saw the man waving his magic wand and turning a stone in the ground into a chair. He sat on it, looked down at Scabior who was slumped on the ground, and asked: "Why are you here?"

Scabior scratched his greasy hair comically and began to tell:

"A month ago, we were selling captured baby trolls in the moors of North Yorkshire. We spent a lot of effort to catch it. You know, some people like to keep strange things as pets. We originally I thought I could make a lot of money..."

"You're quite capable, let's get to the point!" The man stretched out his left hand, and a small green flame ignited on the tip of his finger.

Although Scabior didn't know what kind of magic this flame was, he subconsciously felt that it would be something very dangerous.

He shrank, reorganized his words and said: "...The main point, okay...the original buyer didn't come, but a woman came, tall, black hair, looking crazy."

Hearing this, the man leaned forward slightly and seemed to be interested.

Needless to say, the person who interrogated Scabior was, of course, Regulus.

Based on Scabior's description, Regulus believed that the woman who suddenly appeared must be Bellatrix, who had just escaped from Azkaban.

"As soon as she saw us, she launched an attack without thinking about anything. Our troll cub was also killed by her..." Scabior said this with a mixture of anger and fear in his tone, "We can't defeat her. ... She took turns casting the Cruciatus Curse on us, saying it was to... punish us for not doing things well and missing her master's important events."

"Don't you know her?" Regulus asked suddenly.

Bella's reputation in the wizarding world is still very high, and a guy like Scabior who walks on the edge of darkness has no reason not to know Bella, unless Bella uses some tricks.

"There are so many crazy women in the world, how can I possibly know every one of them?" Scabior said irritably. "After being tormented by her all morning, we took a week to rest, but she came to see us again. , and also brought Grayback with them. They told us that the 'master' has a new task for us to perform. Let us go to Albania to find a strange big snake... She said that after completing this task, we can get a very high income. Honor, and maybe even a robe... We don't care about her tattered robe, we just want gold galleons..."

Scabior complained, but Regulus knew that the robes Bella was talking about were uniquely worn by Death Eaters.

Those who were not qualified to have the Dark Mark branded on their arms were not allowed to wear Death Eater robes.

The only person who doesn't have the Dark Mark but wears that kind of robe is Greyback, and that's because of his special status among the werewolves.

Therefore, according to Bella, it is indeed no small honor for someone like Scabior to get a robe.

"Who is the master?" Regulus asked with a thought in mind.

"'Master' is the master." Scabior's tone suddenly became very stiff.

After saying that, he suddenly stretched out his hands to hold his head, looking very painful.

Regulus sighed and waved his wand, and the expression on Scabior's face that had become ferocious due to pain softened again.

"Thank you..." Scabior said subconsciously, and then his expression became confused again, "What happened to me just now?"

"You should be lucky that what you just said is true." Regulus stood up and turned the chair back into stone. "Let's go, take me to your... lair."

"How do you know..." Scabior just said a few words before he realized the problem.

The person in front of me is fully capable of seeing through his brain and knowing whether he is lying.

So, he struggled to get up and said in frustration: "Let's go this way, this ghost forest is full of Muggle arrangements... Those things called 'landmines' are really powerful..."

Scabior led the way first, and Regulus followed behind, escorting his two accomplices. After walking silently through the forest for about half an hour, they finally arrived at their stronghold.

They were several bunkers built next to each other. One of them was very big, like a small house, and the other two were smaller. Unlike those abandoned bunkers, the shooting holes of these bunkers had also been sealed up. .

Scabior walked to the grass and lifted up an iron plate, revealing a step sloping downward.

"You're right, this place does look like...a lair." Scabior said mockingly.

There were three beds arranged randomly inside the bunker, clothes and food were piled on top of them, and there was a smell of corruption in the room.

"Not this one, I want to see what's inside." Regulus pointed to the larger bunker.

"Okay." Scabior said helplessly, walking to another place that looked like flat ground, "I need a wand..."

Regulus threw his wand back to him, not worrying whether Scabior would resist when he got it back.

Scabior took the wand, weighed it a few times, and finally pointed it at the ground and recited the spell.

Something similar to a manhole cover appeared on the ground. Scabiodang walked in first, followed by Regulus.

After passing through a tunnel of about ten meters, the two entered the interior of the large bunker.

A strange smell hit my nose.

On one side of the bunker were several iron cages, containing various captured magical animals, including pig monsters, hippogriffs, and even a unicorn.

At this time, the unicorn lay dying in the cage, looking at Regulus with beautiful but dull eyes.

On the other side, there are various animal offal, plant tubers and fungi.It is also the source of the strange smell in the bunker.

These things are still quite valuable when sold on the black market.

It seems that Scabio and others did not concentrate on completing the tasks assigned by Bella. Instead, they took this opportunity to poach here in an attempt to make a fortune.

Seeing nothing of value, Regulus was about to leave when the unicorn suddenly struggled to get up from the ground and hit the cage with its head.

Dark magic was obviously cast on the cage. When the unicorn's white fur touched the iron bars, it immediately made a hissing sound, and then quickly turned black, and it neighed in pain.

Regulus hesitated for a moment, then turned back to the unicorn's cage, waving his wand, trying to break the spell on the cage and free the unicorn from its pain.

Standing at the entrance, Scabior saw Regulus with his back turned to him without any defense, and thought that the opportunity was too good to miss.

So he grew evil, raised his wand, aimed at Regulus's back, and uttered the fatal spell: "Avadatho..."

"Too slow." Regulus turned back suddenly, and a green light spurted out from his eyes, hitting Scabior's chest.

Scabior's spell was choked in his throat and he could no longer recite it, and his heart felt a little cold inexplicably.

He lowered his head and was horrified to see that the place where his heart was originally located on his left chest had opened a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl, and the blood that was supposed to spurt out seemed to have been destroyed by the slightly burning green flames. Sear cleanly.

"I didn't intend to kill you, but who made you want to kill me?" Regulus said softly, as if talking to himself.

Unfortunately, Scabior could no longer hear.