Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"That's it." After a while, Meka Anders finished writing a letter.

He dried the ink, folded it, and put it in the envelope.

Also sent with the envelope were various magical potions that I had taken the time to refine during this period. They were colorful and all of high quality.

The quality of some potions has been improved again, such as calming potions and polyjuice potions, which means that Meka has once again made great progress in the art of potions.

"If nothing happens, I will become an official potion master this year." Meka was very confident.

He had refined countless bottles of potions this year, and sometimes he would stand in front of the potion workbench for an entire afternoon, and he had been doing this for countless days.

His talent in potions is unmatched by ordinary people, and he has a terrible patience that his peers lack, but he still puts in efforts that ordinary people can't imagine.

And his efforts will eventually usher in a ‘big harvest’.

The speed of Meka's potion skills progress is enough to stun the average potion master. In just one year, he will rise from a potion apprentice to a potion master.

Professor Snape would probably be surprised if he found out.

"Harry's owl has almost become my personal messenger."

Meka tied the envelope and the small bag to Harry's owl's feet, then "bribed" it with some snacks and let it fly.

"The next step is to wait for the reply." Meka looked at the owl's retreating figure and smiled.

He believed that when he received a reply in a few days, Eva would send a batch of mandrakes.

As long as there are more mandrakes, the rune snake's 'remnant soul' will soon recover, awakening all memories and truly 'reviving' it.

This will save him a lot of time and allow the Rune Snake's 'last wish' to be completed in advance.

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"Flint, where are you going?"

The sun was shining brightly, and on the way to the Quidditch pitch, Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, asked with a frown.

Behind him were the members of the Gryffindor team, including Harry, who were heading to the pitch for training.

On the other side, the Slytherin team actually came. Their captain Marcus Flint said with a smile:

"Where else to go, of course, is the Quidditch pitch."

"I remember that today's Quidditch field was reserved by Gryffindor and has nothing to do with Slytherin." Wood frowned and said: "I made the reservation a week ago, Flint, are you Want to break the rules?"

"Don't worry, Wood." Flint shrugged: "I came here after getting permission."

He handed over a note, and Wood took it expressionlessly, and then read:

"I, Professor Severus Snape, give permission for the Slytherin team to practice on the court today to train their new players."

Behind him, Harry and other members of the Gryffindor team looked at each other.

It sounds like Professor Snape supported the Slytherin team and allowed them to break the rules agreed upon by both teams.

"New golfer?" Wood asked, "Can I ask who it is?"

"Of course." Flint smiled and made way for him, and then, a figure with light blond hair walked out.

"It's you." Harry was a little surprised.

"It's me, Potter. You look surprised?" Malfoy smiled, "But the fun is yet to come. You can take a look at what other changes our team has made."

"It's actually Nimbus 2001..." Ron looked at the broom in his hand in surprise.

He and Hermione also arrived at some point.

Soon, everyone in Gryffindor discovered that everyone on the Slytherin team was holding the Nimbus 2001 broomstick. This is the latest model, and each one is worth a lot of money.

"Where did this come from?" Ron couldn't imagine how much it would cost.

Flint responded with a smile: "This is a gift from Malfoy's father to the team."

"It's incredible, isn't it, Weasley?" Malfoy also smiled:

"My father can afford such an expensive gift. To you who can only buy second-hand books, this should be considered a fantasy?"

Hearing this, the Slytherin team members laughed, which made Ron blush.

Hermione suddenly stood in front of Ron and said, "At least everyone in Gryffindor doesn't need to spend money to get into the team, Malfoy."

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, anger flashing in his eyes.

Then he stared at Hermione's face and sneered: "Who did I think was talking? It turned out to be some dirty Mudblood from Gryffindor."

"You!" Hermione suddenly blushed with anger. She had read a lot and knew that this 'obscure' word was an insult to her humble background.

Wood on the side couldn't help but frowned: "You are going too far, Malfoy."

"Have you passed?" Malfoy glanced at him coldly.

"What's this?" Flint laughed:

"Malfoy is telling the truth. Isn't her blood born to be so humble? This is not something Malfoy can change with just one word."

Behind him, there was a Slytherin who fondly stroked the expensive broom in his hand. After listening for a while, he also echoed.

He sneered: "Do you really think that if you can learn magic, you will be like us? No matter how smart you are and how hard you work, can you compare with us who are born with pure and noble blood? It's really ridiculous."

Harry had already stood in front of Hermione, protecting her behind him, staring coldly at the Slytherins in front of him.

Ron also glared at each other, holding up his wand, and suddenly rushed up to cast a spell on Malfoy, the instigator:

"Eat slugs!"

A flash of green light passed, but the wand broke, and the spell backfired.

Ron was shocked by the green light and flew backwards, his face was ashen, and he vomited a ball of disgusting mucus with worms crawling in it, which gave people goose bumps.

Malfoy and his group were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"What a waste, Weasley, I thought your magic would work, and it made me nervous for a while." Malfoy shook his head and laughed.

"Let's go, Captain Flint, we should go to practice."

Malfoy took the lead to leave, and suddenly bumped into a figure head-on, and sat on the ground with a bang, his nose was sore and sore, and he was about to cry.

He raised his head and saw that the Slytherin people who had just been "respectful" to him were now "holding back their laughter", as if he looked very funny now.

His face looked a little ugly, then he turned his head and saw a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and was stunned.

"Anders, it's you again!" he gritted his teeth.

"Yeah, long time no see, Malfoy." Meka smiled "kindly", as if he meant something.

He said, "I just came from the library. Why are you sitting on the floor? The floor is cold. Let me help you up."

"Get out! I don't need you!" Malfoy angrily pushed Meka's hand away.

He climbed up, touching his red nose, glared at Meka fiercely, and then left with the Slytherin group.

Meka looked at his angry back and shook his head and laughed.

He came to Ron who was vomiting, glanced at the disgusting mucus and worms on the ground, and said in surprise:

"What's wrong with you, Ron?"

"Don't mention it." Ron said uncomfortably, "My wand was broken on the "flying car" that day, and the spell backfired, ugh..."

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