Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

After receiving the Duelist Badge, Meka Anders tried to enter the space in his brain that day.

But the process of the ‘magic will’ integrating into his body seemed to affect his brain, and he couldn’t even dream, which made him look regretful and he could only temporarily put away the Duelist Badge.

“What a pity.”

Meka was originally looking forward to what kind of legacy a duelist with such an honor would bring?

He guessed that there might be a chance to gain some enemy skills and experience from this duelist, which was what he was most looking forward to at the moment.

Since the space in his brain could not be accessed for the time being, Meka could only focus on the ‘magic will’ in front of him, and absorb all the ‘magic will’ in the blood fetus and completely transform it into strength.

The blood fetus mark turned bright red, and Meka could clearly feel that most of the ‘magic will’ inside had been consumed and completely transformed into the proficiency of the spell.

In his mind, relevant knowledge or experience in using spells would pop up from time to time. As time passed, he absorbed and comprehended these thoroughly, and the level of the spell was improved again.

Soon, the blood of the magical animals was consumed, and there was no money left.

Due to the shortage of blood of magical animals, the purification and absorption of the "magic will" was interrupted.

This time, an unexpected situation occurred during the interruption, just like a withdrawal reaction. The last bit of "magic will" remained in the body, making trouble. Maika occasionally felt a headache and his memory was affected. Soon, he discovered a hateful fact:

"The level of the spell is actually showing signs of regression?"

Maika was heartbroken. This was a waste of so many gold galleons and silver Sickles he invested!

He soon realized that he had to absorb the last "magic will" as soon as possible, otherwise the spell would really drop in level. Its proficiency was already slowly regressing.

In this trouble, Halloween arrived.

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A blinking pumpkin lantern was hung at the door of the auditorium. A headless ghost floated by and revealed a transparent body in front of the lantern. It held its head, smiled at the crowd, bowed, and suddenly disappeared. This was the headless knight known to everyone in Hogwarts.

In the hall, the lights were bright, people and ghosts were having fun together, after Professor Dumbledore's speech, the students happily had their meal under the lights.

Meka was immersed in the food, eating steak slowly and leisurely. The food on the table was rich, much richer than before, mostly meat, emitting an attractive oily sheen under the light, with a translucent amber color.

Harry suddenly asked Hermione a question, he whispered: "Have you found all the information about Nick Flamel?"

Hermione shook her head, she mentioned her efforts in the library, a little discouraged:

"In the library, Nick Flamel's information seems to be blocked, it can't be found at all, let alone the content related to the stone."

Harry was surprised, he glanced at the professors in the distance, quickly retracted his gaze, and lowered his voice: "Could it be that Professor Dumbledore had prepared it in advance? The purpose is to prevent us from knowing the secret behind the three-headed dog?"

Hermione shook her head, she didn't know if there was this reason, she had another guess:

"It may also be that the stone is too eye-catching. After all, it is related to the secret of immortality. If someone knows it, it is estimated that they will try their best to get it."

Several people stopped talking tacitly, and a ghost floated over. It was the headless knight Nick. He put on the head in his hand and raised his glass to signal several people.

When Ron saw him doing etiquette, his head fell off again and he laughed out loud: "This ghost is really interesting."

The ghost floated away, and Meka was drinking mellow orange juice to relieve the greasiness. Hermione hesitated, touched Meka's arm, and asked aloud. She knew that Meka often went to Professor Snape's place and wanted to know when Snape was not in the office.

Meka was puzzled and put down the orange juice in his hand: "Why are you asking this?"

Hermione looked around. There was a lot of noise around. Everyone was talking about their own things and no one cared about them.

She said quietly: "I want to find a chance to go to the restricted book area. There should be information about Nick Flamel there, but Professor Snape's office is on that must-pass road."

Meka frowned. Hermione actually had this idea.

The restricted book area is forbidden by professors for students to go there. There are too many things that students should not see, or forbidden spells, or knowledge that is not allowed to be spread. If you want to go there, you have to risk being criticized or even expelled.

"It's hard to say." Meka told the truth. Professor Snape's whereabouts were uncertain and it was hard to tell his schedule. Sometimes he was in the office for most of the day, and sometimes he was not seen there all day.

Harry heard it from the side. He was surprised and worried: "Hermione, if we are caught, the school's punishment will probably be very severe."

Hermione was unhappy: "It's a pity. If I could go to the restricted book area, some doubts in my heart would be completely solved."

Meka smiled. She was in the spirit of breaking the casserole to get to the bottom of it. No wonder she answered questions so sharply in class. It turned out that the foundation of the academic master was here.

He saw that Hermione didn't speak again. He was picking up the glass of orange juice again. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. He was startled. The orange juice in his hand shook violently in the glass, and the overflowing juice spilled on his thumb.

Everyone was scared and focused their eyes on the door of the auditorium.

"It's over!" Professor Quirrell shouted in panic.

He pushed open the door of the auditorium and staggered in, with bright red blood on his head.

Professor Quirrell pointed outside the door and said in panic: ‘The troll came in, I didn’t stop it, hurry up… hurry up…’

Seeing Quirrell almost out of breath, Professor Dumbledore stood up and said:

“Don’t worry, Professor Quirrell, your head is still bleeding, are you okay now?”

“Blood?”

Professor Quirrell was stunned for a moment, he reached out and touched the top of his head, looked down, his hands were already covered with shocking blood.

He screamed in fear, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted directly.

This change directly ignited the panic in the entire auditorium, and some people followed suit and shouted in panic. Even the professor was knocked down, how could they guarantee their own safety?

The crowd was about to riot, and Meka saw Ron panicking and trying to escape, but he was pulled back by him.

“Quiet!” Professor Dumbledore’s voice calmed everyone at once. His voice was old but steady, just like his tall body, which made people feel reliable.

He looked at Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall got his signal, she stood up and said to the students present:

"Everyone leave the hall and return to the dormitory. Do not walk around. The prefects of each grade will supervise along the way. Those who violate the rules will be recorded and severely punished afterwards."

She looked at all the professors at the same table and said seriously:

"Madam Pomfrey, you will take people to send Professor Quirrell to the school hospital for treatment."

"Professor Snape, you are responsible for sending students to the dormitory safely and maintaining the safety of the scene."

"The rest of the professors will act separately and find the traces of the troll as soon as possible to stop its destructive behavior."

Under Professor McGonagall's arrangement, the scene was in order. The students lined up to leave in anxiety, and the professors left from the front door first to track the troll that suddenly broke in.

Meka walked behind the crowd and saw Professor Snape following the team. His eyes fell back on the unconscious Professor Quirrell.

Madam Pomfrey supported him and was going to send him to the school hospital. In the noisy and chaotic crowd, his fingers suddenly moved, and soon stopped, making people feel that it seemed to be an illusion.

...

The students lined up in a rough team and were heading towards the dormitory. The students' anxiety turned into whispers.

The Gryffindor prefect was leading the team in front, but Harry suddenly called Ron:

"Meka and Hermione are missing!"

"Missing?" Ron was stunned and looked around. Sure enough, there was no trace of the two.

He was also shocked: "The situation is so chaotic now, where can they run to?"

Harry's face was not good. He thought of a place that Hermione mentioned at the banquet.

He guessed that Hermione said that she wanted to go to the restricted area. The situation was very chaotic now, but it was the best opportunity to go to the restricted area because the professors had no time to pay attention to it. And Meka, he guessed that he was worried about Hermione, so he went with her.

"Restricted area." Harry took a deep breath.

"Ah?"

"Let's go." Harry took Ron's hand and quietly left the crowd.

"Let's run faster. We have to find them before the Gryffindor prefects and professors find out."

...

Outside the school hospital, a black bat hung on the treetops, its eyes were sharp, staring at the wards in the school hospital.

A figure quietly stood up and left the school hospital without anyone knowing. He strode away, and the direction he left was exactly the abandoned classroom where the three-headed dog was locked up.

"Professor Quirrell is going to the abandoned classroom again."

Meka took a deep breath. This was an adventure. He had no money on him. He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to harvest another wave of three-headed dog's blood, charge the blood fetus, and completely absorb the last "magic will".

He had a firm look in his eyes. He wanted to prevent the spell level from regressing and not allow his money to be wasted.

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