Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

In the darkness, footsteps hurried.

Meka Anders followed the team and suddenly felt something was wrong. He had been to the fifth floor before. This corridor should have been very long, but now it seemed to be shorter, and the end was already in sight.

He looked back while running and vaguely saw a door open in the night.

Where did the door come from?

Meka was startled. He slowed down and tried to identify the direction, but it was too dark and his sense of direction had already been messed up.

At this time, he heard the sound of the door closing, and when he looked again, the door behind him had closed.

"Stop!"

Meka immediately said, "Something is wrong."

He heard the beast snoring again, the sound was rough and clear as if it was in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Harry stopped.

Hermione and Ron also looked inquiring.

But the few of them soon found out the reason. The hazy moonlight shone in from the window, and there was a huge shadow crawling on the ground in front of them.

It seemed to be sleeping, its body undulating with the rough snoring, and the sleek hair around its mouth swaying back and forth.

"This is..." Ron looked up and saw that this shadow had three heads bigger than himself, and he swallowed his saliva in fear:

"What monster is so big?"

Hermione took a deep breath, holding the wand tightly in her hand, not daring to slack off for a moment: "The Hogwarts Encyclopedia records that all creatures that do not conform to common sense, or are extremely huge, or have alternative magical abilities, are collectively called magical animals."

"Go, while it's still sleeping." Harry noticed that its eyes were closed, it should be in a dream.

Maika was alert to the surroundings. He realized that the door was opened by someone, and their sense of direction was lost, and they were lured into the abandoned classroom of the three-headed dog.

Suddenly, there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

Thanks to the vampire's sense of smell, he had identified the source of the smell before the others noticed it. It was coming from the door that had just been closed.

He remembered that the three-headed dog of hell had an even more amazing sense of smell, so he quickly looked up. A head swayed and two huge lanterns opened in the darkness. They were two eyes.

Although several people had already walked back, when the three-headed dog's low roar sounded, everyone could no longer stop panicking and ran away.

Meka wanted to call them to follow him and walk out of the door.

But his voice was also buried in the roar of the three-headed dog, which seemed extremely excited.

Meka could only run for a while, and when he looked back, he found that everyone had dispersed.

The three-headed dog did not stare at him, but took steps in another direction. I don't know which unlucky guy it had set its sights on.

...

"What an alert kid."

In the darkness, a figure was shimmering, as if walking out of the water.

He was wearing a dark turban, looking pale, and looking at Meka Anders who was going away.

"It really works."

Professor Quirrell exuded the smell of sulfur, which offset the fragrance of flowers. He smiled:

"The smell of nettles from the snowy mountains can excite the nerves of the three-headed dog of hell, making it lose its remaining ability to distinguish."

"And the smell of sulfur can imitate the three-headed dog's kind, making it regard people with sulfur smell as its own kind. Under the blessing of nettles, it has no doubts at all, and may even get used to it and actively ignore it."

"Go." A hoarse voice came from behind, but no one appeared.

"Go, my servant, find the stone."

"I know, master."

Professor Quirrell bowed his head respectfully in response, and he walked towards the depths.

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"The smell of sulfur."

Meka, groping in the dark, immediately distinguished another strange smell in the air.

He looked at the source of the smell and knew that there was a person hiding there, a person who led all of them into this abandoned classroom.

"The direction of things has been messed up."

Meka did not think about chasing, but analyzed the current situation:

"I don't know what happened to this classroom. It may have been repaired after the last destruction. The professors cast some kind of spell, which makes people who enter here lose their sense of direction."

As he was thinking, he heard an increasingly high-pitched roar coming from the darkness, and he couldn't help but frowned:

"There are two smells here. One is the fragrance of unknown flowers, which seems to make the three-headed dog abnormally excited."

"The other is the smell of sulfur. The effect is unknown, but it is recorded in the book that the demons from hell have this smell. The use of sulfur by the hidden person at this time may be related to this."

The smell of sulfur gradually faded away, Meka took two steps, a whisper came out, and his body suddenly trembled and twisted.

With a flutter, the shadow illuminated by the moonlight curled up into a dark bat, flapping its wings and flew up.

"The most urgent thing now is to gather Harry and the others together and find a way out together."

Meka's goal was clear. As long as everyone gathered together, if there was a professor watching this scene at this time, they would be saved in time if danger occurred.

But if everyone was scattered, the professor might not have the spare energy to pay attention to so many people when an accident happened.

The bat that blended into the darkness opened its mouth, sharp teeth, and silent waves were transmitted.

A three-dimensional map appeared in Meka's mind. Several people fled separately, and one person was in a very embarrassed state, being teased and chased by a huge three-headed dog.

"Not bad."

Meka felt lucky that the three-headed dog was not as angry and bloodthirsty as last time. Instead, it seemed to be attracted by toys and became playful, chasing people like a cat playing with a mouse.

But he didn't dare to delay, fearing that the three-headed dog would be moody and snatch the person's head away with a bloody mouth.

He memorized the location where several people fled, spread his wings, and flew in one direction.

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"Harry, Ron, Meka?"

"Are you there?"

Hermione Granger clutched her wand tightly, called in a low voice, and walked forward in the darkness, feeling her way toward the wall.

There is a skylight above the head, and the dim moonlight falls, but even so, you can only see the road about a few meters around.

She didn't dare to walk fast for fear that the sound of her footsteps would be too loud and attract the three-headed dog.

"I can do that."

Hermione frowned and clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

She was scared and worried, and her voice was pitiful, but her steps never stopped, because among the few people here, she was the only one who had learned more spells. From this point of view, her ability was the greatest for the time being.

Suddenly there were light footsteps in the darkness. Hermione was stunned for a moment, then became nervous and stretched out her wand to point in that direction.

"who?"

She took a deep breath. In such an atmosphere, she had to be nervous and cautious.

Her breathing quickened as the footsteps approached.

"It's me."

The quiet voice echoed in the night, Meka Anders came out, raised her hands, and said with a smile:

"Calm down, Hermione, it's me."

"Meka?" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "It's great that you're okay."

Meka smiled, thought for a moment, and said:

"Hermione, you stay here. I'll go find Harry. I should know where he is."

"This..." Hermione hesitated: "Shall I go too?"

She remembered that Meka didn't do very well in Charms class, and she probably hadn't learned even a single spell yet.

Meka smiled and shook his head: "No need, my ears are very sensitive, it's convenient for me to do it alone."

Hermione was about to speak when she suddenly saw that there was no trace of color in Meka's black eyes, and there was no sign of fear at all. They were as peaceful as a windless lake.

She swallowed her words and nodded.

Meka turned and walked away into the darkness.

…

Not long after, Meka found Harry, and the three of them gathered together, and under his guidance, they got closer to the disturbing roar.

Harry pursed his lips: "Ron won't be chased by the three-headed dog all the time, right?"

Meka knew that Harry felt guilty and felt that all this happened because he agreed to Malfoy's fight, but he had to nod and admit that the unlucky guy who had been chased by the three-headed dog was Ron.

"I'm afraid so," Meka said.

"The most important thing now is to rescue Ron." Hermione lowered her voice, feeling a little ashamed: "It's a pity, I don't read many books about magical animals, otherwise as long as I understand their habits, there will always be a solution. ”

Meka was also thinking about any way to attract the attention of the three-headed dog so that several people could escape smoothly.

"Smell..." He wondered if there was something on him that could emit a scent that would attract the three-headed dog.

Suddenly the surroundings became quiet, and then there was the sound of a heavy door being pushed.

"roar!!"

In the darkness, the three-headed dog roared angrily, as if its territory was being invaded.

The ground shook, a huge shadow roared away, and dust fell from the ceiling.

Hermione opened her mouth in horror and clung to the wall to avoid falling. Fly ash fell down and turned her long hair white.

Harry didn't get close to the wall and fell to the ground.

Meka didn't stand firm either, his body swayed from side to side, but the vibration subsided slightly. He realized this was an opportunity, rushed over, and pulled out Ron who was huddled in the corner in the dark and shaking.

"Take this opportunity and follow me!"

Ron was covered in green mucus, and Meka knew very well that it was the saliva of the three-headed dog.

But he didn't have time to pay attention to this. He led the three people to run wildly in the dark to identify the direction, and finally came to a locked door.

"Hermione." Meka called.

When Hermione reacted, she touched the rusty door lock with her wand, white light flashed away, and the keyhole made a snapping sound.

Meka opened the door, and light shone in through the crack in the door.

Several people suddenly showed the joy of escaping death and rushed out of the door.

"There's no sound." Hermione panted. "It doesn't seem like Filch is here anymore."

Meka looked at the direction of the stairs. It changed back to its original appearance, leading directly to the first floor:

"Be quiet, let's go down."

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps again, and the footsteps were hurried.

Harry started, realizing that someone else was coming.

Meka saw a light in the distance. Someone seemed to be attracted by the sound of the abandoned classroom and hurried down from a high place. He saw the profile of that person.

"You go." Meka quickly ordered: "Go directly to the first floor. I will go to the sixth floor and lead people away."

Harry panicked: "Then you..."

"I'm fine." Meka smiled and said, "My eyes are also good. I can see a lot of things at night. This person will most likely not be able to catch me."

Ron finally regained some energy, and he gasped: "Let's go together..."

"Let's go!" Meka's face turned solemn, and the footsteps were almost overhead.

"Hermione, take them and leave."

Hermione hesitated a little, but thinking about Meka's calm behavior in the abandoned classroom, she gritted her teeth, pulled Harry and ran downstairs.

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"very good."

Meka smiled as he watched them reach the first floor and walk away toward the gate.

The footsteps above his head were getting closer and closer, as if stepping on the drumbeat of his heart.

He did not panic. His unique vampire blood gave him excellent vision at night, and he clearly saw who was chasing him down from the height.

"Since Professor Snape is here, my safety is guaranteed to a certain extent. In this case, don't blame me for fighting back."

Meka touched the syringe in the lining of his clothes and smiled.

He pushed open the door of the abandoned classroom behind him, his muscles squirmed and curled up, and his figure disappeared, and a black bat flew into the door.

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