Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The pale man had a strange smell, as if it was coming from his clothes.

But he was dressed very cleanly.

Meka looked at him.

The man avoided his gaze in panic.

"It's okay."

Meka took a step back silently and smiled.

The pale man stopped talking.

He pulled his headscarf down, as if to cover his face, and left the tavern as if running away.

Ding-dong.

The door of the tavern closed again, and the bell on the door made a crisp sound.

Meka Anders watched his back disappear into the tavern.

He picked up his luggage again and walked into the backyard.

The backyard was small, with broken tiles and rubble everywhere.

A lonely red brick wall occupied the entire field of vision.

Meka stood in front of the wall.

"How do I open the mechanism?"

He thought.

With a rumble.

The bricks and tiles of the red brick wall seemed to have life, and they separated by themselves, revealing a passage just wide enough for one person to pass through.

A pair of wizards and their disciples came out.

They looked at Meka pulling the suitcase and walked out of the backyard.

Meka hurriedly walked in while the red brick wall was still open.

…

The front and back of this wall seemed to be two different worlds.

The backyard was quiet and there was nothing special about it, but the Diagon Alley across the wall seemed like a strange dream.

A cobblestone path led to the distance, like a ladder to heaven.

On both sides were a dazzling array of shops, and wizards of all sizes, wearing pointed wizard hats, shuttled through the narrow passages.

Meka Anders saw the magic world for the first time and was amazed. He couldn't help but take a few more glances.

He didn't come back to his senses until someone pushed him.

"We have to go to the bank here first and exchange pounds for money from the magic world."

Meka looked up.

A giant western dragon spread its ferocious wings and stood on a tall tower.

This is a lifelike dragon that is hard to tell whether it is real or not, but it is covered with dirt and rubble, and looks like a stone sculpture.

Right below it is a bright sign, Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

Not long after, Maeka walked through the bustling crowd and came to the front of Gringotts Bank.

He just stood still, and a figure happened to trip over his big suitcase and fell down the steps.

Maeka hurriedly grabbed him.

Ah! The figure screamed, as if frightened, and hurriedly picked up the glasses that fell on the ground and put them on in a hurry.

"Oh! Thank you, thank you so much."

Maeka looked at him and smiled.

"You're welcome."

The man in front of him was also about eleven or twelve years old.

He looked very gentle, wearing a pair of glasses, and his short black hair fell down, just covering his forehead.

The most eye-catching thing was his eyes, he had a pair of emerald green eyes.

Maeka recognized who he was.

"Harry, it's time to go."

A deep voice sounded behind him.

Meka looked back and was startled.

A three-meter-tall giant wearing a moleskin coat, with his hands in his pockets, looked like a wall.

He had a full beard and waved to the boy named Harry:

"I have to buy a wand later."

"I know, Hagrid."

Harry smiled apologetically at Meka and hurriedly followed.

"I met the protagonist of this world."

Meka watched them go away, feeling a little strange in his heart, as if he was reading a storybook and fell asleep and ran into the book.

"Harry's talent should be very good, but I don't know how much difference there is between him and me."

Meka thought for a while, shook his head and laughed, and was about to step onto the stairs of Gringotts.

But it seemed that a golden light flashed in his mind.

At that moment, a message came in.

"Harry Potter."

"Spiritual level: Level 77."

Meka Anders was shocked.

If this information had not been sent directly into his mind, he would have thought that he had seen it wrong.

"Level 77."

Meka took a deep breath.

"This talent is a bit scary. Although I haven't seen the mental power level of other young wizards, I'm afraid that few people can compare to Harry's talent."

Meka calmed down and turned to walk into Gringotts.

Gringotts was very glorious, and the people who came and went were all short goblins.

They were dressed formally and politely, but their noses were a bit big and their skin was wrinkled, like old people.

"Welcome."

A goblin waiter greeted him.

Meka responded and simply handled the currency exchange business here.

The currency units of the magic world are gold galleons, silver Sickles, and copper nars.

One gold galleon can be exchanged for 17 silver Sickles, and one silver Sickle can be exchanged for 29 copper nars. One gold galleon seems to be a lot, but ordering a cup of hot chocolate here costs three silver Sickles, which shows that the prices in the magic world are not cheap.

The exchange rate between gold galleons and British pounds is 1:5.

When Maekar came out of Gringotts, he looked distressed.

He had 120 more gold Galleons on him, but the British pound had shrunk a lot. He consulted the goblins who handled the business, and found that none of the books and other equipment and tools needed for school were cheap.

Even a crucible was worth 10 Galleons.

…

After buying books and equipment, while it was still early, Meka walked and wandered along the roadside for a while, enjoying the charm of the magical world.

There are not only shops but also street stalls on both sides of Diagon Alley.

However, they only sell small items.

The items displayed at these stalls were even more dazzling. Meka saw some kind of porcelain tiles, strange green stones, and white feathers of some kind of creature.

The stall owner is a young wizard.

He has short blond hair and some freckles on his face. He is sitting on the ground with his hands folded.

He was wearing a gray robe, the collar was a little torn, and the cotton wool was exposed, like weeds. He looked like a down-and-out man.

Meka knelt down.

With a curious attitude, he picked up a burnt oil painting and looked at it for a while.

"If you don't want to buy it, please don't touch it with your hands."

The stall owner's tone was not very good.

It seems that he is too young to be able to afford things.

Meka nodded and put the painting back.

Seeing that the stall owner was unwilling to do his business, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Suddenly a broken branch-like object caught his attention.

It is gray-brown all over, with small lines on it. It seems that it was once a good handicraft.

"This is?"

The stall owner glanced at Meka and said coldly:

"This is the wand my grandfather used in his youth."

"oh?"

Meka asked casually:

"Is your grandpa okay now?"

"No, it's been more than ten years since he passed away."

Passed away more than ten years?

Meka felt a slight movement in her heart and squatted down again.

"I seem to be able to obtain the legacy of its owner from the relic. I wonder if this wand can trigger the world in my mind like before."

With such doubts, Meka asked intentionally or unintentionally:

"What material is this made of?"

"Hollywood."

"Oh? Hollywood?"

Meka looked closely for a while, then looked up at the stall owner:

"I have the habit of collecting old things, and I also have money - can I pick them up and take a look?"

The stall owner looked better and nodded.

Mekar picked up the broken wand.

He got closer and smelled it, and there was a fragrance of wood. Even after so long, the wand was still well preserved.

But how do you know if it's what you want?

Meka frowned.

He played with the aged wand again, and his brows quickly widened.

"Coming."

Meka thought.

A ray of light flickered, and seemed to follow the fragrance of the wood and come to his mind.

Meka sensed that world.

Under the gloomy sky, a strange room suddenly appeared. It was a simple house.

Meka vaguely saw a figure among them, but it was very blurry.

He had a plan, raised his head and asked:

"How much? If the price is right, I'll take it."

The stall owner looked at Meka again.

Maybe it's because Meka's eleven-year-old image doesn't look like he can tell the value of things. After looking at it, he showed whether he wanted to buy it or not.

"Three gold galleons."

"It's expensive."

Meka looked a little amused at how he pretended to be mature and sophisticated.

This stall owner is actually a few years older than himself now.

Meka stood up and sighed:

"The price is not right, forget it."

He didn't stop, clapped his hands, turned around and left.

"Hey! Stop it!"

The stall owner was worried.

He called out to Mekar: "One gold galleon is fine, I'll suffer a little loss, just one gold galleon, you take it."

Meka estimated the purchasing power of this world's currency and said casually:

"Three silver coins. If it's too expensive, I won't take it. It's just for decoration anyway."

The stall owner's face fell with sadness, and he was a little puzzled.

"Too little... Hey, forget it, take it, take it."

Meka paid three silver sikols and took away the broken wand, and also asked the stall owner for a piece of cloth to wrap it up.

"This stall owner doesn't look like he has a senior ancestor."

Meka thought as she walked.

"His grandfather is probably not a powerful person, and he may not get anything powerful from him."

"But even a little bit of magic-related knowledge is very useful to me. I just don't know what the stall owner's grandfather wished during his lifetime?"

Meka thought that if his last wish might be related to this stall owner, he might have to come back, so he went back and asked for the stall owner's address, on the pretext that he might buy something in the future.

He wrapped the broken wand and put it into the lining of his clothes, then raised his head to identify the direction.

"Now I have to buy a wand of my own."

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