Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead
Chapter 13 Vampire Scholar?
After class, the students poured out of the Transfiguration classroom one after another. Only Professor McGonagall slowly packed away the things on the desk. When she was about to leave, an old man took a look from outside the door.
The old man wore moon-shaped glasses and just stood there, like a stone sculpture, full of weight and reliability.
"Professor McGonagall, you are too impatient."
Professor Dumbledore smiled: "This is their first day. In the first class, they are required to learn Transfiguration. This is too harsh for them."
"Headmaster Dumbledore?"
Professor McGonagall heard what he said, packed her things and walked to the door quickly.
When she faced the old principal, she did not smile like others, but could hear a kind of respect for her teacher from her tone.
You know, although Professor McGonagall is old, over eighty years old, the old man in front of him has long passed the long life that people often say.
Professor McGonagall frowned: "I understand your thoughts, Headmaster, but as you said before, things are no longer the same now."
"The water in the dark is surging. Those dark wizards are like beasts that choose and devour people. They have been waiting for someone with power and power, waiting for a password, and they will assemble and rush to Hogwarts."
"And this person might appear soon, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, who knows?"
Professor Dumbledore stroked his long frost-white beard and laughed:
"So you want to see what the young man in the prophecy is like who can save the world? Do you see it clearly now?"
Professor McGonagall nodded: "I saw it. There are two people worthy of attention in this class."
"Oh?" Professor Dumbledore said in surprise: "Two people?"
"Yes, two people."
Professor McGonagall smiled as she talked about this:
"One is a little brown-haired girl, Miss Granger. She successfully cast the transformation spell in one attempt. She is extremely talented. In my coaching career over the years, she can be ranked in the top ten."
"The other is the Boy-Who-Lived, Mr. Potter. Although he didn't succeed, it's not because he has poor abilities or talents. It's because he first came to this magical world and he still had some concerns about what he saw. Not adaptable.”
"He failed to show it because his heart was a little shaken."
"Of course." Professor McGonagall handed over a document:
"The rest of the students also have good talents. Although they are not as good as these two, they are still talented. This is a list I made. Please take a look."
Professor Dumbledore took the document, adjusted his glasses, and squinted at it:
"There are quite a few."
"But when you gave me this, did you want to say something?"
Professor McGonagall looked serious: "You do extraordinary things in extraordinary times, Headmaster Dumbledore."
"I hope to allocate resources to cultivate the future pillars of Hogwarts. If something happens to Hogwarts, they will be the last flame."
Principal Dumbledore kept looking far away, and saw a calm black-haired boy outside the corridor who saw him. He was stunned for a moment and then said hello to him, and seemed to call him professor.
He smiled and nodded in response, turned to signal to Professor McGonagall, and asked:
"Professor McGonagall, do you think that child is a talented person?"
Professor McGonagall turned her head. The black-haired boy had turned away and she could only see his back, but she still recognized him.
She shook her head and said, "Meka Anders, I remember this kid."
"But I'm afraid he won't be able to achieve anything in magic."
"I saw him cast the transformation spell, but unfortunately, it seemed that he had taken the first step crookedly. In fact, he took the wrong path. If he goes further, he will make even worse mistakes."
"If he wants to learn Animagus in the future, he may lose his mind and turn into a pure beast within a few days because of the foundation of this transformation technique."
Professor Dumbledore smiled and said:
"Professor McGonagall, your idea is good, but it is difficult to implement."
"Look at this child, his future is defined by just one lesson. Let's just say you are right."
"But what about Mr. Potter? Did you see through him in just one class?"
Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and shook her head: "I can't see through it."
"Yes." Professor Dumbledore squinted his eyes: "You can't see through it, and neither can I."
"You said that Mr. Potter's talent is very good. Could it be that he is already comparable to the person you said will appear who will have power and power?"
"That man was once my student, and his talent made me feel uneasy."
"But when I look at Mr. Potter, although his talent is very good, he fails to give me this feeling."
"In this case, how can he fight against that person? How can he be the person who saves the world in the prophecy?"
Professor McGonagall looked thoughtful and said nothing.
She seemed to be re-examining her original decision, but when someone like her made a decision, how could she have her heart shaken by the rejection of others?
Professor Dumbledore shook his head: "Look, is it inconsistent?"
“Whether a person is a talent or not cannot be seen at a glance.”
"The creative talent you talk about is narrow-minded."
Professor Dumbledore walked slowly towards the distance, leaving only one sentence:
"What's more, people with excellent talents can not only become pillars, but also people who destroy pillars."
…
The boy didn't hear anything about what happened outside the classroom. Meka Anders left the classroom and walked around because he had nothing else to do.
After lunch, I went to the school library.
The school library is indeed very large, and it looks like a sea of bookshelves at a glance, which is breathtaking.
The bookshelf has become an ocean, and there are countless books on it. It is a real ocean of learning. It is indeed big, but it also looks boring.
Meka Anders was very interested in Transfiguration in class, but she knew too little about Transfiguration, so she finally found this library after wandering around.
Some books in which he looked for Transfiguration.
But Transfiguration is a big subject, there is too much knowledge, and the books involved are terrifyingly rich, so it is even more difficult to find an easy-to-understand introductory explanation.
Fortunately, Meka saw someone familiar.
He smiled, knowing that he had a savior, and walked to a bookshelf in the library. The long-brown-haired Hermione Granger was concentrating on reading the book, unwilling to sit down for a moment.
"Hermione?"
"Eh?" Hermione was stunned for a moment before realizing that someone called her, and turned around to see Meka Anders.
"Are you here too?" Meka said with a smile: "I know you are a person who likes reading, but I didn't expect you to be immersed in it on the first day. If I hadn't called you, you wouldn't have known it even after dark. ?”
Hermione scratched her hair and smiled charmingly:
"I'm like this at home too. I'm used to it. Usually it's my dad who calls me to eat at meal time."
She looked behind Meka and didn't see Harry or Ron. She guessed that Meka was here to find her, so she said doubtfully:
"Are you here to find me?"
Meka smiled and nodded:
"I'm looking for a book on transfiguration that I can understand."
"You know, I've just entered the magical world and don't understand anything. After taking a class on transfiguration today, I feel that I know too little about this thing. I guess that learning it will only lead to detours."
"I know you read a lot of books, so I want to ask you now, where are the books that are suitable for me to read?"
"A transfiguration book that you can understand?" Hermione quickly smiled and raised her eyebrows, but frowned when she heard the question. After thinking about it, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she slapped her palm and said:
"Oh! I know, you go that way, go to the end, there is a book in the second row from top to bottom on the right bookshelf that suits you."
"The book is called Philthorpe's Guide to Transfiguration."
She smiled reservedly and said: "I read this book half a month ago and bought it in Diagon Alley. But I didn't expect that there are so many books here. There are almost all the books I saw in Diagon Alley."
Meka remembered the name, glanced in the direction of her finger, said thank you and went to find a book.
Soon, he got the book.
The book is very heavy, but it may be written in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, so a little more ink was spent on it.
He opened it and looked at it, and was a little surprised to see familiar handwriting.
"Filthorpe?"
"How come this person's handwriting is exactly the same as "The Autobiography of a Vampire"?"
"Could this be written by the same person?"
Mercado flipped through a few more pages and confirmed that the handwriting was indeed almost the same. It was probably the same person. He was a little excited and understood that the owner of "Autobiography of a Vampire" was probably a scholar.
In this way, the optional legacy on him will probably be more valuable.
Meka tried to calm down, and finally, after more than ten minutes, he immersed himself in the book and carefully read some basic knowledge and introduction to the art of transfiguration.
The book was really easy to understand, and Meka read it very deeply. It wasn't until it got dark and he found that the text he saw in front of him was a little blurry that he realized that he had spent the whole afternoon here.
"It's time to go back."
Meka stretched, put the book back, remembered its location, and left the library.
…
at night.
Meka took out the old book from the suitcase, which was "The Autobiography of a Vampire".
He flipped through it casually and read a few pages. From the lines, he could see a sense of loneliness. It seemed that this gentleman living alone in a foreign country felt incompatible with the people here because of his identity as a vampire, and he felt like he was living alone. .
Ron saw him flipping through the book and rolled his eyes: "You've been in the library all afternoon, are you still reading?"
Harry was also sitting on the edge of the bed. Hearing this, he seemed to feel tired, so he lay down on his bed with a big font and let out a comfortable "eh" sound.
Meka heard Ron's words and smiled: "I won't read anymore. I'm going to sleep now."
He fell asleep holding a book.
The candlelight in the bedroom dimmed, and the moonlight coming in from the window seemed much brighter.
…
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