Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The footsteps were hurried and they soon arrived outside the door.

"Quick! Faster! Faster!"

Meka Anders felt anxious, and he hurriedly put away the blood-filled potion bottle and put it in his pocket.

The figure of the visitor was vague not far away, and the outline could be vaguely seen. It seemed that he had heard a strange noise and was coming quickly.

"And the syringe." Meka felt as if her heart was beating out of her chest.

He quickly withdrew the golden syringe from the three-headed dog and placed it snugly in the lining, and then a whisper sounded in the darkness.

The figure suddenly froze, and after confirming that there was someone here, he strode forward.

The outline in the darkness becomes clearer and clearer, and I have to break out of the darkness to meet him.

"flap!"

Meka's body shrank crazily, a flapping sound came from the darkness, and a shadow silently penetrated deeper into the darkness.

"Animagus?"

A figure came to where Meka was just now. He raised his head and revealed a familiar face, which was Professor Snape.

He looked at the direction in which the shadow left, thinking, who had broken into Hogwarts?

Professor Snape turned his head and looked at the huge figure crawling in the darkness. The three-headed dog was sleeping, its sleek and oily hair rising and falling with the sound of snoring.

"The three-headed dog was hypnotized?"

His face darkened, and he quickly focused on the 'culprit', his eyes resting on the golden harp floating in the darkness, playing alone.

Snape quickly understood. Someone had figured out the three-headed dog's dependence on music and used a harp to hypnotize it.

He rushed into the darkness and found the heavy iron door that led to the secret passage.

"Quirinus Quirrell, is that you?"

Professor Snape glanced at the broken chains on the ground and rushed into the dark secret passage without thinking.

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On the top of the tower where the abandoned classroom was located, a shadow suddenly burst out of the skylight and hovered in the night sky.

The black bat flapped its wings and glanced under the skylight with deep eyes. After finding that no one was chasing him, it retracted its wings and landed on the outer wall of the tower.

"The air outside is still clear." Meka breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not very tired at the moment, but his heartbeat was very fast, like beating a drum. No one wanted to do such an exciting chase and escape again.

"Huh?" Meka recalled the scene just now and was surprised. Something seemed wrong. Why was he so nervous?

He realized at this moment that Quirrell had entered the secret passage, and the people coming from behind were more likely to be other professors from Hogwarts.

He didn't do anything particularly bad. If he was caught, he would most likely be expelled from Hogwarts.

Of course, this was an unacceptable punishment. After all, losing his status as a Hogwarts student would make his education path difficult.

But it's not like facing life and death, where the heartbeat is ridiculously fast and breathing stops.

"Maybe it's because I'm a good student." Meka sighed.

This can only be attributed to the fact that he usually abides by the rules and rarely breaks them, and since he was drawing blood from Hagrid's pet and hurting his pet, he inevitably felt guilty.

Meka rested for a while, and felt a sharp pain in his head. He quickly flew down from the sky and landed in an open space on the ground.

"The remaining 'magical will' is at work."

He reacted quickly, took out the blood from his pocket in a deserted corner, and poured it onto the blood mark on the back of his hand.

"The absorption speed is much faster."

Meka saw that the dark red blood was just dripping and was absorbed instantly.

But the headache hadn't gone away yet. He continued to pour blood. He felt a little heartbroken as he watched the blood in the bottle become empty little by little. This was just a waste of money.

As the fourth bottle of blood was used up, the headache disappeared, and Meka breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally over." He painfully put away the empty bottle and the last bottle of blood.

"It's time to go back."

Meka felt that the 'magical will' in his body was being absorbed at an extremely fast speed, and inexplicable memories and fragments appeared in his mind. Correspondingly, the regression process of the magic level was terminated.

Now he needs to find a place to digest it. Maybe after today, the 'magic will' will be completely converted into spell proficiency and no longer exist.

"Now all the spells related to transfiguration are at level nine. Will there be any changes at level ten?"

Meka was looking forward to it. Level ten was considered a threshold after all. There should be some changes.

After taking a short rest, he glanced in the distance in the direction of Gryffindor's dormitory, and saw lightning flashing across the clouds.

"It looks like it's going to rain. We have to go back quickly."

Meka whispered, and the shadows on the ground squirmed crazily.

A pitch-black bat suddenly passed through the shade of the trees overhead, picked up a few leaves, and flew into the night sky.

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A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky.

The wind blew loudly, and fallen leaves swept through the air.

There is a washroom on the road leading to the forbidden book area. The sound of water is gurgling. The water overflows from the washroom. The sound of breaking rocks and tiles is heard frequently from inside. A thin figure hides in the washroom compartment.

She covered her mouth and held her breath, her trembling hands showing her fear and helplessness. The troll outside blocked her way. She escaped here, but was still caught up.

"What should I do?"

Hermione was anxious, now the troll was breaking apart the compartments, trying to catch her out.

She grasped the wand tightly with her other hand, but the power gap was too great. The giant monster could resist due to its huge size. The spell she cast was like water entering the sea without making any waves.

The roar in her ears was getting closer and closer, like a wild beast. She could imagine the giant monster looking fiercely for its hidden prey.

Boom! There was a loud noise, and a wall collapsed outside. White gravel powder fell into the water, and followed the water into the crack of the door.

The troll roared and struck everywhere. It was venting its anger, and a 'mouse' was hiding from it.

"It's turning its head, and it's going to start checking the compartment over here!"

Hermione's heart felt like it was on fire. She saw the shadow on the ground turn around and come over here.

Her mind was racing, trying to think of a way to escape, while she was praying, hoping that the troll would start looking for it from the far compartment.

But she was disappointed.

Bang! ! The compartment on the side was shattered, and Hermione saw flying tiles falling from above her head, hitting her feet and causing splashes.

She seemed to be speechless, this power was so overwhelming, her body was shaking like a sieve, and she shrank into the corner of the compartment.

"Go that way, be sure to go that way, don't choose the cubicle in this corner."

She prayed again, hoping for God's blessing, but her lucky heart was broken again and she froze.

The giant's gray soles came to the door. It stopped and chose this as its second target. Its hard soles easily crushed the stones on the soles of its feet.

Hermione felt a darkness hit her head. She looked up and saw a ferocious mace raised above her head and suddenly smashed down.

Boom! A corner of the compartment that could block the giant monster's gaze was broken, and the huge and ferocious head looked down and looked at her.

Hermione suddenly screamed.

She raised her wand to make the final resistance, chanted the spell quickly, and a white light shot out.

The giant monster tilted its head indifferently, and the light grazed its eyes, disappeared into its stone-gray face, and disappeared in a flash.

Its body swayed slightly, barely detectable.

Hermione was desperate, her eyes were gleaming with fear.

But stubbornness arose in her heart, and she wanted to resist. She pushed the door of the cubicle hard, trying to find a chance to escape, and ran as hard as she could!

But the door didn't move at all, being held up by the collapsed wall outside.

She felt something strange moving above her head, so she raised her head and stared at the monster's ferocious head.

The giant monster smiled indifferently, stretched out its huge palm, and came in from above its head.

"Is this what you want?"

Hermione's eyes widened, fear seizing her heart.

The troll's hand reached for her hair, and an irresistible force surged up, and her whole body was about to be pulled into the air.

"Hermione! Mekar! Where are you?" A voice called from outside, it was Harry.

The troll's hand paused.

Hermione was so surprised that she didn't even care about the pain. Someone was coming to save her?

"Troll...Troll..." Ron's voice trembled when he saw the giant monster.

There were footsteps in twos and threes, and it seemed that there were only two people. Hermione could tell that they were walking alone, without the professor following them.

The troll roared, turned its head, and cast an indifferent gaze.

Hermione was shocked when she saw the troll's movements, and she yelled at the top of her lungs:

"Run! Run away!"

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