Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"It's a pity that I didn't get the 'Parchment'." Late at night, Meka Anders came out of the luxurious mansion.

The secret auction was over, and he didn't see the treasure he wanted anymore, so he could only leave with the emerald green crescent pendant.

The night was dark, and the silvery moonlight shone on the two figures.

"Where's the other one?" Meka noticed that the black masked guest was not there.

Mr. Borgin replied: "The blacksmith said he had something to do and left halfway."

"I see." Meka nodded, and then said goodbye to Borgin: "Mr. Borgin, let's say goodbye here."

"It seems that Mr. Pharmacist has gained something today and is anxious to go back." Mr. Bojin replied with a smile.

The two separated, and Meka walked into the alley in the other direction.

But when he walked into the dark alley, he heard footsteps approaching, so crisp in the night, as if they were coming directly towards him.

"Who is this?" Meka mused.

Soon, he had the answer, and the smell of familiar vegetation came to him.

"It turns out to be the guest with the black mask." Meka smiled.

He smelled it, it was the smell of "earth grave roots".

He guessed that this person came out halfway to ambush him?

"You can enter this kind of auction without worrying about lack of money. Why do you want to attack me?" Meka touched his chin.

He thought about it and couldn't figure out the reason.

But now everyone is coming out of the auction and about to leave. There will be a fight with others in the alley, which may lead to unknown changes.

"It's better to avoid the edge for now." Meka made a decision.

A whisper sounded in the night, and then a shadow rose into the sky at a frightening speed, disappearing into the night in an instant.

After a while, a figure wearing a black mask arrived.

He took off his mask, and he turned out to be an old man wearing silver thin-rimmed glasses.

He had black hair and a black beard, covering most of his face. His eyes were staring into the night with a gloomy expression.

After some arrangement, it was easy to find, but the other party actually escaped?

"Animagus?" the old man with silver thin-rimmed glasses murmured:

"It seems we have to find a way..."

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In the tavern, the lights were bright, and a shadow passed through the window of the room and turned into a black-robed figure on the red carpet.

"I don't know who Mr. Blacksmith is?" Meka stopped on the red carpet.

He changed out of his clothes, went to the bathroom to wash briefly, and then sat on the bed.

On the soft and comfortable bed, Meka took out the emerald green crescent moon pendant.

He felt the coldness in the palm of his hand, and also felt the "silver white soul" trembling in his body. This was the excitement of the soul.

"It seems that I will become the youngest person to refine Horcrux magic." Meka smiled.

The memory of Ole Block's Horcrux magic flooded his mind, and he recited the incantation of Horcrux magic.

A burst of gleaming light emitted from the body, and Meka concentrated his mind. He felt that a silver-white soul was emerging, breaking away from the shackles of the body and coming to his eyes.

"Here we come." Meka narrowed her eyes.

He noticed something foreign in his throat, opened his mouth and spat out a bright ball of silver-white light.

If you look carefully, you will see that there is an exquisite little man hidden in the bright ball of light. He has a familiar face, a vivid expression, and blinks his eyes.

"Go ahead," Meka said.

The silver soul villain immediately converged its light, and the bright ball of light shattered and went away.

It walked lightly towards Meka's palm, to be integrated into the crescent moon pendant named 'Frost Fang'.

The moment the silver soul touched the crescent moon pendant, a silvery white pattern was derived from it and extended to the emerald green pendant, covering the pendant, making it look a bit mysterious.

As the silver lines connect the two, the body of the silver soul is gradually integrating into the emerald green pendant.

Soon, Meka felt 'another body'.

And the magical thing is that this 'body' exists in the palm of his hand, and it is gradually condensing the silvery light.

"From now on, I am also a person with two lives." Meka thought of this, and his heart was filled with waves.

In the magic world today, there are probably only two people who have mastered Horcrux magic.

One is the Dark Lord whose name no one dares to chant now, and the other is himself.

Moreover, he is younger than the Dark Lord who first refined a Horcrux, and is now only a second-year student at Hogwarts.

"This is an opportunity." Meka sighed.

This kind of Horcrux magic is too difficult. Not only does it require extremely high wisdom and magical talent to learn, but its refinement also requires cutting the soul with terrible emotions to integrate it into a certain soul carrier.

Apart from the Dark Lord of this generation, there is probably no other person in the magic world who can possess such a talent.

And he only owned this Horcrux by relying on his 'ordinary' mind space and borrowing Ole Blok's talent and knowledge.

Meka closed her eyes again, deeply feeling the existence of the 'Horcrux', and getting used to the 'Horcrux' faster.

Then, he showed a strange expression: "I can actually share memories with the 'silver soul' on the Horcrux."

You know, even the Dark Lord can only communicate with the soul in the Horcrux through simple information exchange, but the memories are not actually connected.

But he discovered that all his current memories were actually shared with the 'silver soul' in the pendant, and they were changing all the time.

As Mekar becomes increasingly immersed in it, he and the Horcrux are no longer inseparable, and the consciousness and memories of another soul are conveying its discovery.

"Oh? So this is why the 'Frost Fang' pendant excites Silver Soul?" Meka looked surprised.

Because he sensed that Frost Fang was secreting a kind of cold energy, which was similar to the magic wave of some kind of black magic.

This cold energy is constantly being absorbed by the 'silver soul' and transformed into 'nutrition' for the soul. This is nourishing the soul!

"Although the changes are subtle, the strength and toughness of the soul are indeed improving little by little." Meka was observing.

He felt that there might not be any change in the 'silver soul' in a short period of time, but over time, the soul in the Horcrux must grow faster than the remaining 'silver soul' in the body.

This growth seemed to be accompanied by an increase in 'wisdom', because he felt that the consciousness of the other soul seemed to be rotating faster, as if it had broken through some stagnation and felt suddenly enlightened.

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The research on the 'Horcrux' continued until early in the morning, and by the time Meka fell asleep, it was almost dawn. So he slept until dusk, when he had to get up because of hunger and went outside the tavern to look for food.

At night, Knockturn Alley was once again shrouded in darkness, and not even a single light was on in the storefronts on both sides.

Meka walked in the dark alley, going back to the tavern.

Suddenly, there was a familiar smell of damp grass coming from a distance, and Meka suddenly became alert.

"You actually came after me?"

Meka was surprised that the 'Mr. Blacksmith' actually found him. Did someone reveal his identity and whereabouts?

But Mr. Borgin seems to be the only one who knows the 'Polyjuice Potion' face under his mask. Could it be that he was paid to betray him?

"It's really haunting." Meka looked at the darkness in the distance.

His eyes grew colder, and then he changed direction and walked into the depths of the alley.

He felt that this 'safety hazard' should be removed as soon as possible.

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