Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The boy, who had always had a cold expression, stared at the blue potion in Meka Anders' hand, and then looked at Meka's face.

Meka smiled at him, seeming to have forgotten what happened in the room.

The cold young man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

In one day, from being unfamiliar with the medicinal ingredients of a sedative potion to completing the preparation of a sedative potion, what kind of talent is this?

I also laughed at the other person as a mudblood with poor talent, and persuaded him to give up as soon as possible, but what was the result?

He recalled that it took him two months to learn the calming potion, and another five days to complete the production of the calming potion in this room, and he couldn't help but look lonely.

"very good."

Professor Snape still had a serious smile on his face and nodded lightly. He turned back to the indifferent young man and said:

"Fels, you go back first."

The young man named Bell Fells did not respond. When Professor Snape repeated it again, he came to his senses. After responding, he walked out of the office in despair.

He knew that this experience might be something he would remember for the rest of his life.

The office door closed again.

Professor Snape took the calming potion from Meka's hand, raised it to his eyes to identify it, and smiled when he saw a little green emerging from the shaking:

"How many times did you fail?"

Meka answered honestly: "Seventeen times."

Professor Snape pointed to the emerald green light spots emerging from the potion: "When the solution is shaken, there are light spots floating on the surface, indicating that the potion is of high quality. Although there is an element of luck, you are indeed very talented."

He looked seriously into Meka's eyes: "Will you be my student?"

Meka looked at him and nodded without hesitation: "Teacher."

"Okay, very good."

Professor Snape walked to the cabinet next to his desk, selected from inside, took out a few books, and solemnly handed them to Meka.

He said: "I hope you will read these books and understand them thoroughly within a month. The calming potion will be of great help to you in improving your potion-making skills, and you cannot put it down. After a month, I want to see that you will The success rate of refining calming potions has been increased to over 60%.”

Meka has tied up books, which are a bit heavy.

He nodded in response: "I will."

Professor Snape hummed: "Go back, it's getting very late, don't leave the dormitory at night."

After Meka walked out of the office holding the book, Professor Snape returned to his desk.

As he was packing his things to go out, he saw a notebook with beautiful handwriting open on the table. Thinking of his old friend, he smiled silently.

He was willing to teach this young man not only because his talent was good enough, but also because he was very similar to his old friend.

They all have the same calm temperament, and they all showed outstanding talents in the first Potions class.

Professor Snape rubbed his notebook with his thumb and said with a nostalgic look:

"Lily, I will prevent that person from resurrecting and protect your child."

He carefully put the notebook into the drawer, cleared the items on the table, and left the office to go on night patrol.

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Because there had been a lot of commotion in the abandoned classroom a few days ago, this place became the focus of Snape's attention. He walked in a hurry, and when he just arrived here, he frowned and saw Quirinas wandering nearby. Quirrell.

Professor Quirrell saw his figure from a distance, lowered his head and turned to leave.

But Professor Snape caught up with him, grabbed him by the collar, and said coldly:

"Were you responsible for the previous movements?"

Professor Quirrell raised his hands, looked innocent, and stammered:

"I...I don't know what...you are talking about? Professor Snape, we are...both professors at Hogwarts. I think we should...should get along well."

"Quirinus Quirrell." Professor Snape said solemnly,

"Don't play these tricks on me. I'm not Dumbledore, and I won't forgive you for this. You'd better explain clearly, what did you do here?"

Professor Quirrell shrank his neck unnaturally: "Professor Dumbledore... doesn't want us to quarrel like this. If we violate school rules, both you and I will... be expelled from Hogwarts."

"Are you willing to leave Hogwarts where you have lived for so many years? Professor Snape?"

Professor Snape saw what seemed to be an old man looking from afar. He squinted his eyes and let go of Quirrell's collar.

"Professor Quirrell." He patted Quirrell on the shoulder and said, "I will watch your every move."

"That's best." Professor Quirrell smiled: "Then I... will go first, Professor Snape."

Professor Quirrell straightened his collar, nodded to Professor Snape, and turned to leave.

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"Damn it."

Professor Quirrell walked in the open space, obviously complaining about Snape's rude actions:

"Master, have you seen it too? It's not that I don't want to go, but Snape always stares at me."

"Quirrell, do what you have to do and don't complain to me."

The hoarse voice came from nowhere, "I said, you must get that stone. Without it, I will only exist in your body forever."

"I also want to get the stone as soon as possible." Professor Quirrell was a little puzzled when he heard this. "Snape stared at me. The stone was still guarded by a three-headed dog. I don't know what was blocking it behind. , There are simply many obstacles.”

The hoarse voice said: "People, like animals, have weaknesses. The three-headed dog is just a magical animal. If you don't know its weaknesses, then go find the group of nerds who study magical animals, or its breeders."

Quirrell still wanted to complain, and snorted in a hoarse voice, with a cold voice:

"I know what you are thinking, it's just that you don't want to get too deep into me, but Quirrell, do you really think you can go back?"

"You and I have long been both prosperous and devastated."

Quirrell looked horrified: "Master, you have wronged me. I was just anxious and couldn't think of a way."

The hoarse voice replied: "Yes or no, I can see it in my eyes."

Someone walked by in front of him, holding a yellow lamp. It seemed to be Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts.

Professor Quirrell stopped talking, regained his composure, and walked forward.

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After Meka Anders left Snape's office, she went to the Great Hall to have dinner and then returned to her dormitory.

Seeing that it was still early, he read for a while. When it was late at night and the bedroom was full of snoring, he took out the self-portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black.

This self-portrait looks like a rough draft, with slightly messy strokes and uneven colors.

Once unfolded, an old man with a goatee can be seen.

He was wearing a distinctive silver and green Slytherin costume. He stood tall and straight, leaning on a cane. His slightly raised face looked solemn, not angry or intimidating.

One look at that aura, and you can tell that he is a person in a high position, the head of a clan, the respect of a school.

His identity is written in slightly lighter handwriting in the lower right corner of the portrait.

"Headmaster of Hogwarts from 1879 to 1926?"

"I wonder what I can get from him?"

Meka knew that every headmaster of Hogwarts was the best among wizards. They were either knowledgeable and had written books, or they had magic at their fingertips and were awe-inspiring just by their strength.

If I could learn something from them, even if it was just a scratch, it would be enough for ordinary wizards to rely on.

With this expectation, Meka folded the portrait again, held it in his hand, and covered it with the quilt.

The night was getting darker, and sleep soon came over me.

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