Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

After taking the clear soul-splitting potion, Meka Anders felt a line of fire falling into his stomach, and then a warmth was emitted. This warmth was evaporating, going to his limbs and bones, and finally gathered to his head.

"Very comfortable." Meka closed his eyes in enjoyment.

He felt as if his head was soaked in a warm solution, and something was moisturized, which relieved his fatigue and made him energetic again.

In the darkness, something was taking shape, first revealing an outline, and finally completely revealing the "content" in it. It turned out to be the shape of a person, but without a face, and the face and body were silver-white.

"Is this a soul?" Meka guessed.

Soon, his guess was confirmed, because the warmth of the head was approaching there, and was "nourished" by the warmth, and the silver-white soul emitted a brilliant light, which was dazzling, like a small sun.

After that, the silver-white soul actually grew and filled up in a visible state. It grew from a small baby to a seven or eight-year-old child, and it still did not stop and continued.

However, Meka could not understand what happened next. The soul that had turned into a seven or eight-year-old child actually gave birth to the prototype of two faces, one in front and one behind the head.

"This is..." Meka was stunned.

He saw the facial features of the two faces grow up. Although they were still silver-white, he quickly recognized that one was the current appearance and the other was the appearance of a teenager in the previous life.

"Is this the difference between time travelers? My soul was born with two 'faces'?" Meka thought.

He had the memory of Ole Bullock's Horcrux and had seen him record this knowledge. In his description, the soul was just a slightly flat colloid, as if it was a puppet without internal filling, with only a face of the facial features of a young man.

But now under his observation, the silver-white soul with two faces in front and behind in his mind did exist, and it was even continuing to change.

The luster on the surface of the silver-white soul was moisturized to be more crystal clear, and the 'body' was also filling up, as if it had changed from a slight undulation to a real 'body', and finally began to expand and move towards hugeness.

"Hiss~~" Meka suddenly gritted his teeth, and he felt the twitching pain in his head.

The two faces in front and behind were actually struggling, as if they were alive. While the body was filling and expanding, it was actually pulling away from each other and splitting, as if something was cutting.

In the middle of the silver-white soul's head, there was a bright line that divided the body into two halves. The huge silver-white soul suddenly struggled into two pieces, and the cut was flat. Under the continuous nourishment of the warmth, it was filled again.

Finally, the two souls became two human-shaped silver-white souls with different faces.

They were full of luster all over their bodies, and the bright light they emitted was quietly fading. Finally, the remaining light merged into the 'subcutaneous' of the silver-white soul and disappeared.

What surprised Meka was that his split soul did not shrink as Ole Bullock said, but remained the same size as the beginning.

"Maybe this is the advantage of the soul of the time traveler?" Meka pondered.

He felt that this possibility was very high. In the previous life, there was a soul. In this life, it was nourished in the "mother's womb", allowing the soul to grow again, and as a result, another "face" was born. This was very reasonable.

Meka continued to observe and feel, and he soon knew that the silver-white soul had not yet recovered its original size, but their "potential" was very large. When absorbing the nutrients of the soul splitting potion, they had to absorb the remaining bright light that entered the "subcutaneous" area.

At that time, his silver-white soul was considered to be developed, and he could further send the split soul into an object, allowing that object to be used as a soul sustenance, and it also became his strongest means of saving his life.

"After all, the only one who has multiple souls now is the contemporary Dark Lord." Meka smiled silently.

However, he guessed that even the Dark Lord could not have such a soul with great "potential" like him, because this was probably a benefit unique to the time traveler.

In addition, the soul he separated in this gentle way did not have any sequelae, unlike the Dark Lord, who had the hidden dangers of split personality and schizophrenia.

"What object should be used as the next soul carrier?" Meka quickly thought about this critical question.

Only when the separated soul is attached to an object can the "Horcrux magic" be truly refined. At this time, this person can be said to have two lives.

And to be a soul carrier, the object itself should be hard enough to protect the silver-white soul from accidents.

Otherwise, if it is attached to a porcelain bowl, the porcelain bowl will break. Isn't it that the soul is divided in vain?

Meka tossed and turned in bed, thinking to no avail, and finally fell asleep.

The next day, when Meka woke up, Professor Quirrell's face suddenly flashed in his mind, and he thought of "treasure hunting" in his office and went to take a look.

"Professor Quirrell is dead, so will there be some surprises among his relics?"

Meka thought, even if he couldn't find the 'Horcrux carrier', he might have other gains.

"But it will probably be later." He looked outside.

It was not easy to go 'treasure hunting' in the daytime, so he had to go to the night to have a look.

So after washing up, Meka spent the whole morning reading in the dormitory.

But after noon, he was dragged by Ron and Hermione to go to the school hospital to visit Harry who was hospitalized there, because they went there once in the morning and Harry was still sleeping.

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In the school hospital, Professor Dumbledore also came to visit Harry and talked to him about his deeds in the Philosopher's Stone room. Harry was surprised and blushed when he learned that his deeds had spread in Hogwarts and were admired by many people.

"By the way, where are Meka, Ron, and Hermione?" Harry quickly changed the subject.

"Your friends are all very good." Professor Dumbledore smiled, "and brought you some gifts."

He pointed to the table full of flowers, where there were various gifts from visitors, including Ron's Bibi Multi-Flavored Beans, Hermione's handwritten Get Well card, and Meka also asked them to send a bottle of potion that was helpful for recuperation.

Harry picked up Hermione's Get Well card and smiled when he saw it, but soon put away the smile gift because he suddenly remembered another thing.

"Where is the Philosopher's Stone? Professor, is the Philosopher's Stone still there?"

Harry asked anxiously. He remembered that he was unconscious at the time and did not see the result of the fight.

He was worried that the Philosopher's Stone might be taken away by a mysterious person, or that it might have been taken away by an unidentified red-haired young man and disappeared without a trace.

Professor Dumbledore replied: "Don't worry, the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed."

Professor Dumbledore explained that the Philosopher's Stone was held tightly in his hand when he was unconscious. After he took it, he discussed with his good friend Nick Flamel and decided to destroy the Philosopher's Stone.

In this way, no one would think about this item and do something unforgivable.

"Hold it in my hand?" Harry was a little surprised to hear this.

He thought of the note and thought that perhaps this red-haired young man was really a friend of his parents, so he handed the Philosopher's Stone to him.

"Do you remember my parents' deeds?" Harry thought for a while and asked.

Professor Dumbledore smiled and responded: "I remember some. They were all studying at Hogwarts at that time."

"Then do you know if my parents have any friends with long red hair?" Harry asked.

"Friends with long red hair?" Professor Dumbledore thought for a while and shook his head.

"No?" Harry frowned.

He hesitated for a while, and finally told the story of what happened in the Philosopher's Stone room.

Among them, the red-haired young man had protected him, killed Quirrell with him, and then fought with the remnant soul of the mysterious man.

"Oh? There is such a story?" Professor Dumbledore smiled.

At this time, footsteps sounded at the door. Harry looked in the direction of the sound and saw Maekar, Ron, and Hermione coming to the ward.

"Harry, we are here to see you." Ron greeted him with a smile.

Professor Dumbledore was also looking at the door. Maekar looked up and found a pair of deep blue eyes looking at him, and he was stunned.

He pretended to greet as if nothing had happened, and then avoided the gaze without leaving a trace, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Because he was indeed guilty, the Philosopher's Stone was used by him to make potions, and there would probably be traces.

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Finally, the day passed, the sunset fell, and the night fell.

In the dormitory, Meka cleaned up his gold-rimmed pockets to make room, and then in the dead of night, he turned into a purple-eyed bat and flew out of the window.

He had inquired during the day, and because they were busy with the end of the semester, the professors had only sealed Professor Quirrell's office and had not yet taken any action.

"Don't let me down tonight, Professor Quirrell." Meka smiled silently above the Black Lake.

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