Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The flames swelled and roared like a hurricane. The consuming heat seemed to burn everything to ashes. The flames were everywhere, the ashes were everywhere, and there was a burning and choking fog everywhere.

"What is this?" In the flames, a terrifying face surrounded by black mist frowned.

In the flames that soared into the sky, a body was immersed in golden light. He stood still, his long red hair dancing with the wind. In his right hand, there was a golden feather pen with light flowing on it.

The flames were all over the sky, carrying a terrifying high temperature, but they couldn't do anything to the figure in it. Even the robes were intact, with only traces of burns on the edges.

"Whose magic is this?" The face surrounded by black mist was gloomy as water. He was thinking, feeling that this magic was familiar, but it seemed that he had never met it before.

In the flames, Meka Anders was immersed in the golden light and finally came to his senses.

He felt the golden light flowing through his body, then looked at the face shrouded in black mist and asked, "Now, do you still have magic power?"

"Of course I still have." The mysterious man sneered with a pale face,

"But I see you are exhausted. You have used up your vampire blood and the life-saving feather pen. Are you just sitting back and eating up all the resources?"

Meka felt his gaze and suddenly felt cold on his back. He actually felt that the other party seemed to have the power to strike again.

But his eyes shone with silver light, so bright that he smiled and said, "Why don't you try again? I also want to know if I can hold on until Dumbledore returns and witness the end of a generation of Dark Lords with my own eyes?"

The mysterious man stared at the face that destroyed him and took away the Philosopher's Stone, then his expression sank and he replied, "Very good, I will remember you."

Boom! The ceiling seemed to collapse in the flames. A black mist passed through the flames and the firelight, and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye. He actually gave up.

Meka saw the mysterious man leave, still forcing himself to keep the light in his eyes. After a moment, he realized that the other party was not bluffing, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh..."

He felt very tired, and the silver lines in his eyes faded rapidly. The state of boiling blood had already reached the limit. He was just worried that the other party would see through his weakness, so he kept forcing the light in his eyes to not fade away.

"The fire is still big, we have to get out as soon as possible." Meka looked around.

He was about to check on Harry's condition, and the golden feather pen in his hand suddenly had the urge to fly up. He was stunned for a moment, followed the meaning of the feather pen, raised his hand, and suddenly golden light flashed on the feather pen.

"What is this?" Meka looked at the golden feather pen in his hand in surprise.

A bright light rose from the golden feather pen, and an old and familiar face emerged in the light. A very shallow voice was heard chanting:

"All the curses are over."

In the air, the terrifying fire snake that shook its head and tail and lost the guidance of magic suddenly twisted. The body of the flame was shining, but it was retreating rapidly and pouring into the feather pen in Meka's hand.

The speed of retreat was so fast that it seemed to have rolled up a strong wind, absorbing all the flames, smoke, and the ashes of the flickering fire in the air. Everything was absorbed in a moment.

When everything was clear, the room finally returned to its original dimness. All the broken things quickly returned to their original state in the golden light left by the feather pen. The collapsed ceiling was rising, the broken stone pillars were being recast, and the burnt marks on the ground were fading...

Finally, the golden feather pen lost its last luster, completely lost its magic, fell to the ground, and returned to an ordinary feather pen.

Meka picked up the quill and put it in his arms as a souvenir, then went to check on Harry's condition.

After finding that he was only slightly injured and had a slight fracture, he took out a bag with a gold rim from his arms and took out the black bottle of "Soul Splitting Potion".

In the enlarged transparent potion bottle, the bright red Philosopher's Stone was immersed in the black solution, floating in it, and a faint red light flowed into the black solution.

Finally, at this moment, the Soul Splitting Potion wiped away the misty black, revealing a clear solution, with bright light turning into bubbles, floating back and forth.

"This is... done." Meka smiled.

At this time, he heard footsteps outside, so he quickly took out the bright red Philosopher's Stone, wiped it, and stuffed it into Harry's hand.

Before leaving, Meka looked at the Philosopher's Stone that was cursed and could not leave the room with regret, and then turned into a bat and flew into the darkness.

After Maeka left, a figure in a black robe came late.

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In the dark night, Maeka returned to Gryffindor Tower and was greeted by Hermione and Ron.

“I thought you were buried in the belly of the three-headed dog. Thank God, you are finally okay.” Hermione made a gesture of praying to Merlin.

Ron, with a white gauze bandaged on his head, was relieved: “We couldn’t find you and were almost dying of anxiety, but I always thought that you would be fine.”

He was a little proud: “Now it seems that my intuition is right.”

“But what happened to you at the three-headed dog?” Hermione asked.

Maeka said the excuse he made up and laughed: “I was hiding from the three-headed dog in the dark and had to escape from that classroom, but I couldn’t find a chance to enter the secret passage again. Then, you know, Filch came with his cat.”

“I played a long game with Filch and his cat, from upstairs to downstairs.” Maeka shrugged,

"Of course, I escaped in the end. I thought that after such a long time, I would see you back in the dormitory, so I would come back and have a look."

"I see." Ron said, "Filch, that cat, does have a very sensitive nose. Most of the students who went out at night fell under his nose. But Filch is also very hateful..."

"Speaking of which," Meka said in surprise, "Where's Harry? Why are you waiting here instead of going back to the dormitory?"

Hermione said dejectedly: "Harry entered the level guarding the Philosopher's Stone at the back alone, but we were trapped at the front level and couldn't escape."

"This has something to do with me." Ron also sighed,

"Who knew that the wizard's chessboard was actually real? The chess piece made of the stone statue was taller than Hagrid, and he almost sent me away with a sword."

Ron explained that Hermione stayed there to take care of him and did not enter the later levels with Harry.

"So that's it." Meka nodded slowly.

"Later," Hermione continued, "I ran out and went to the shed to release the owl and ask Professor Dumbledore for help. Who knew I bumped into Professor McGonagall on the way, so I had to inform her of the situation."

Hermione said that after Professor McGonagall took Ron out and asked Madam Pomfrey to check briefly and bandage him, Ron woke up.

Now, the two were asked to return to their dormitory and had no way to go out. They could only wait in the Gryffindor lounge, hoping to see Harry and Meka return safely.

"I didn't find you at that time, so I told Professor McGonagall about your situation." Hermione said guiltily, as this might lead to Meka also being punished.

Meka smiled: "It's okay, but what is the punishment? Is it confinement again?"

"I don't know either," Hermione said. "Professor McGonagall said this is a big matter and we have to wait for Professor Dumbledore to decide."

…

Late at night, several people in the Gryffindor common room were driven to the dormitory to sleep by Professor McGonagall. She brought news about Harry, saying that he was fine, just injured, his shoulder was slightly fractured, and there was some blood. , I have to stay in the school hospital for a few days.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the dormitory.

After Ron fell asleep, Meka opened his eyes again from the bed, and he took out the bottle of 'Soul Splitting Potion'.

There was still bright light permeating the clear solution, and dazzling crystal bubbles were floating in it. He shook it, the bubbles shattered, and the light also broke into dots, like starlight falling into the bottle.

"This seems to confirm Ole Block's conjecture." Meka was observing the potion.

Ole Block once calculated on paper that if the black fog in the bottle dissipates and there are stars, it means that the soul splitting potion has been filled with some suitable power, and it has fully possessed the 'soul splitting' it should have. effect.

"Although I'm a little sleepy tonight, the night is nice, the moon is dark and the wind is high, so it's a good time to drink a bottle of 'Soul Splitting Potion'." Meka shook the potion and smiled.

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