demon hunter at hogwarts

Chapter 119 Demon Painting Scroll

Compared to the Leaky Cauldron, the standards of the Genestu Hotel are much higher.

There are intricately carved stone pillars on both sides of the corridor, and even the vaults are decorated with decorative paintings, which dazzles many wizards who come here for the first time.

The waiters are all wearing uniform black clothes and white-lined tuxedos, and they greet guests who come to the hotel politely.

Many wizards may even mistakenly think they are walking into a high-end Muggle hotel.

Regulus found his room, including a living room, study room, bedroom, and bathroom.

He decided to take a nap, as traveling with a portkey was not a very comfortable way.

When I woke up, it was already evening. Most of the guests who were still staying in the hotel chose to eat in the restaurant downstairs or go to the bar to kill time.

Unlike the Griffin Bar, which is only half a street away, the customers here are usually more restrained and the bar's style is relatively subtle.

"A glass of brandy."

"Sir, allow me to recommend our new combination to you. Just add a little chicken blood to the brandy, and you will feel a hundred times more energetic after drinking it..." The waiter promoted the wine to Regulus.

"That's for the newly hatched fire dragon. I don't need to be super energetic, I just need to relax properly." Regulus rejected the waiter's "kindness".

The waiter was a little disappointed, but still handed the ordinary brandy to Regulus.

As the number of guests gradually increased, Regulus chose a corner to sit down and observed the people in the room.

In addition to the French locals, there were also many African wizards who were chattering. In the dim room, the teeth and eyeballs of those African wizards were shining white.

Sitting near the door were several young girls. They all had waist-length, silvery hair that was as bright as a waterfall, exuding an intoxicating sheen.

The young wizards cast intoxicated glances in their direction from time to time, and Regulus noticed that two young men had gone back and forth five times.

"The half-blood Veela... really deserves her reputation."

And on the stage, an old wizard with white hair and beard appeared at some point, telling stories to the guests around him in a hoarse voice, telling those "young people who have never seen the world" that this Gila was Erden Street is so prosperous.

"...At that time, the war had not yet spread to France. Every weekend, a circus would come to the Place de Cache to perform. They brought monsters you could not imagine, various magical creatures, troll security guards, and half Fairy singers, the songs they sang are very delicious... Once, someone was causing trouble in the circus, the whole street was in chaos, vixens and elves were flying everywhere, and a big cat ran out... Or rather It's a lion. I've never seen that kind of animal. Its tail is like a long ribbon, longer than its body. I swear, it only takes one step to run from here to the bottom of the Eiffel Tower..."

"Dupont is bragging again." Some regular customers knew the old man's style and did not take what he said seriously. "Anyone who has studied the protection of magical creatures knows that there is no way you can run from the Place de Cache to the Eiffel Tower in one step. Of…what? Big cat?”

"He must have dreamed about it after drinking too much." Another guest said, "But speaking of cats, do you know that there are many civet cats in the Ministry of Magic? As long as you attack it, more and more cats will change. …”

However, his words were quickly drowned out by more laughter, and no one cared what he saw inside the French Ministry of Magic.

"Dupont, you'd better stop your mouth with your flute." A loud voice made a bitter joke, "What you play sounds better than what you say!"

Other drinkers immediately followed suit, but Dupont didn't care. He took out a strange bagpipe-like instrument from the tattered bag at his feet and started playing.And a worn-out lute with peeling paint jumped out of the handbag and played music on its own.

The music was very low at the beginning, but every note reached the ears of everyone in the room clearly.

The drinkers who were closest could not help but move their bodies to the rhythm of the music.

Soon, everyone started dancing, and no one stopped taunting them.

Even Regulus, who was sitting at the bar, subconsciously tapped the table with his left hand and beat the rhythm.

After knocking twice, he realized something was wrong and silently recited a calming spell to himself.

When he looked at the stage again, Dupont was still playing his bagpipe.

After an unknown amount of time, a piece of music finally finished playing. Most of the guests in the bar were in a state of waking up from a dream.

"What am I talking about!" The loud voice roared again, "What he plays sounds good!"

Everyone agreed.

Regulus drank the wine in his glass, silently left the bar, and walked slowly along the stairs to the top floor.

It’s not bad to occasionally look at the night scenery of an exotic country.

But when he walked to a corridor leading to the rooftop, he was attracted by a huge mural.

There are two people in the painting. One of them is a knight wearing plate armor. The ax in his right hand is leaning on the ground, but he is holding a wand in his left hand. There is also a sword hanging on his waist. It can be said that he is fully armed.

But his face was blurry, and it could only be seen that his hair was black and his beard was a little blue.

The other person standing opposite the knight was a handsome, even somewhat monstrous wizard. He was wearing a black cloak, with a magic circle under his feet. There was a cauldron being heated by fire in front of him. The wizard's left hand Holding a magic book, his right hand continued to add various materials to the cauldron, his lips opening and closing silently, as if he was reciting some lengthy spell.

Behind the wizard, a little black lamb is tied up. It looks frightened and helpless. It is huddled in the corner of the painting, but it is restrained by the rope and cannot escape.And on the shelf next to the lamb, there was a gleaming sword.

The atmosphere of the whole painting is weird and terrifying, and it is completely incompatible with the magnificent decoration in the hotel.

Valley Regulus stared at the flickering lines of magic array under the man's feet and felt a little familiar.

He had seen something similar in the Key of Solomon. If successful, the magic circle would summon a demon.

But when he drew this magic circle, he only glanced at it and saw a dozen mistakes, which were completely specious.

"You've just finished drinking. It's best not to go to windy places, as you may easily get sick." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Regulus' thoughts.

Regulus didn't feel too unfamiliar with this voice, because he had just been listening to the story told by the owner of the voice in the bar downstairs.

Dupont was walking up the stairs step by step, leaning on a cane and carrying his big, ragged bundle on his back.

"Thanks for the reminder, but I'm still in good health. At least I won't have any problems just because of a little beneficial evening breeze." Regulus looked away from the painting, stared at the old musician, and added One sentence.

"Should I call you the Bard Dupont, or the Duke Vincent de Tefler-Pique?"

He read out this string of difficult-to-pronounce names almost word for word.

"Oh, I was recognized... Young people have very good eyesight." Dupont - or Vincent - did not deny Regulus' statement, "I thought no one would notice a crazy person. Here’s the old bar musician.”

"This is normal. Most people don't think that their old neighbor is actually a legendary wizard recorded in the history of magic books 200 years ago." Regulus said, "Since you pretended that your head was chopped off, you fooled me. Everyone, it’s not difficult to pretend to be an ordinary old man. I don’t think all those executioners are Muggles, and they can’t even recognize a simple hiding spell.”

"If you hadn't used a large area of ​​confusion spell and ecstasy magic just now, I wouldn't have been able to discover your identity." At the end, he added.

"Most people just need to live their lives and forget those unpleasant things." Vincent said lightly, "I'm just doing them a small favor, what about you? I feel now that you seem to need help too. .”

"You have said so. If I don't ask you a few questions, it would seem that I am not respectful enough..." Regulus said, "You should be very familiar with this hotel. Why is there such a painting here?"

"Not many people can discover this painting. In most cases, it is just an ordinary landscape painting." Vincent also moved his sight to the painting and asked, "Do you know that there is something on this painting?" Who are the people?”

"I can only guess that this knight may be the dark wizard Gil de Rey from more than 500 years ago..." Regulus said uncertainly, "His blue beard should be the only feature that can be used to guess the identity. As for the other person, I don’t know him.”

"He is indeed Gilles de Rey." Vincent said approvingly. "Few wizards have studied these histories. Today's young people only care about the Quiberon Wranglers in the French Quidditch League." In the cup, he can win several consecutive championships... As for the other person, his name is Francois Prellati."

"François Prelaty?" Regulus repeated the name softly in confusion. There was no similar person in his memory.

"He is an Italian dark wizard. I assume you can tell that what he is holding is the Book of Roger El, but he mistakenly used the magic ritual on it to summon the devil." Vincent Pointing to the painting, Te said, "This painting records a real event. One midnight in the summer of 1439, Gilles de Rey believed that Francois could summon the name of 'Barbara, Duke of Hell' through this magical ritual. Long's demons, they activated this magic in the conference hall of Tiforge Castle..."

Regulus frowned.

Gilles de Rey had participated in the Hundred Years' War between England and France and had made great achievements.

But later, people discovered that he was actually a cruel dark wizard who used blood as raw materials and living people as sacrifices to conduct a series of heinous magic research. There were even legends that he was actually a vampire.

Eventually, wizards and Muggles teamed up to raid Gil de Rey's castle, defeated him and captured him.

After the trial, Gil de Rey had all his magical abilities sealed away, and was then sent to the gallows and hanged in the Muggle way. Finally, his body was burned to prevent his resurrection.

According to Vincent, the origin of the famous dark wizard's point of no return should be the scene in this painting.

"... Later, this guy named Francois was arrested together with Gilles de Rey. Because he was afraid of being judged, he used a sharpened spoon handle to slit his own throat in prison." Wen Wen Senter's tone was like telling a story in a bar, and he didn't feel at all how chilling the scene he described was.

"So he's just a bad wizard?" Regulus asked.

According to records, Gil de Rey summoned no demon at all.

"Things are not that simple. About 200 years after that incident, that is, when I was young, something happened in France... Those who hated the nobles wanted to find their remains and show them to the public, but they found that inside the tombs were Empty." Vincent said, "I investigated and found that... this Francois's teacher is called Jean de Fontanelle."

Regulus was familiar with this name.

If we talk about the famous dark wizards in the history of France and Italy, Fontanelle can be ranked high. It is said that he can summon demons from his own shadow, can fly on the feathers of swallows, and invented many weird black wizards. Potion.

"...After I learned about this, I was convinced that Gilles de Rey was being used by Fontanelle. The purpose of Francois's magic circle was not to summon demons at all, but to give Fontanelle Nair conveys power, so a large number of sacrifices are needed, and Gil de Rey...he was blinded by the power." Vincent said seriously, "And I am sure that Fontanel is still in this world. Somewhere alive.”

"Why are you telling me this?" Regulus was very confused.

"Because you have seen this painting. I said that in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a landscape painting of Paris." Vincent explained, "You must have studied magic related to demons and know how this kind of magic works." The danger... is like dancing on the edge of a cliff."

Regulus did not deny it.

"I noticed you downstairs. It's great that you were able to spot my confusion spell immediately." Vincent's eyes wandered back and forth between Gilles de Rey and Regulus in the painting.

"Since this painting is so dangerous, why do you still hang it here?" Regulus noticed the old man's behavior and couldn't help but said.

"If I could destroy it, I would have destroyed it long ago." Vincent shook his head helplessly, "This is why I am a 'bard' here... Can you tell me your next destination? Where? I have to remind you, if you must go to Italy, don't go to the castle near Tuscany, which was once a stronghold of Fontanelle."

"I have no intention of looking for Fontanelle..." Regulus said, "You can rest assured that I have no interest in Gil de Rey's research. I am learning these magics just to defeat a... terrible person. enemy."