Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

After studying hard all night, Meka Anders rubbed her temples and felt that she had not slept well.

It seems that you still have to focus on sleeping at night. Not only is staying up late inefficient, it can also easily affect your mental state the next day... He opened the panel and looked at the learning results of the whole night:

"Fire Curse: Level 25... Well, not bad. If everything goes well, it won't take long for the Fire Curse to be at the same level as the Transformation Curse."

"But now it's better to fill your stomach. If you study all night, even if you study in a dream, you will still be hungry..."

Meka touched her belly and felt it was dry.

He got up from the bed and glanced at the bed next to him. Harry and Ron had already gone out, which was somewhat rare.

But he thought about today's classes... Well, there are no classes today, no wonder the two of them got up so early.

To be honest, during the holidays in his previous life, he got up very early, but that was not enough for school, and he was used to staying in bed.

Meka put on Gryffindor robes, walked out of the dormitory, and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Breakfast was cereal and rolls with some eggs and bacon.

The oatmeal is steaming and cooked with milk, exuding a rich milky aroma.

The outside of the roll is baked very crispy, and when you take one bite, your mouth is filled with the aroma of wheat, and there is chocolate sauce inside. Although it is a bit sweet, it feels good to eat with oatmeal.

Well, the eggs are also very good, and the edges are fried a little crispy. They are much better than the soft ones with milk yesterday... Meka ate a piece of egg and took another sip of hot oatmeal, feeling warm in her stomach. Yes, very satisfied.

After breakfast, Meka returned to the dormitory again.

He took out a gold Galleon and moved it back and forth between the fingers of his right hand while thinking:

"We must find out what happened to the sneak attacker, but there are currently no clues, not even a hair, so we may not be able to divine any useful information..."

"Well, let's give it a try...but what questions do you want to ask? Let me think about it..."

He pondered for a while, closed his eyes, and asked himself in the darkness: "Is the sneak attacker someone I know?... Is the sneak attacker someone I know?... Is the sneak attacker someone I know?"

Various scenes of the attack that day came to mind, including maze-like towers, swarms of rats as dense as a sea wave, half of the face with a beard...

bite!

The gold coin flew into the air and landed in his palm. He opened his eyes, opened his closed hand, and saw the Norwegian Ridgeback pattern on the gold coin. This is the back.

He immediately narrowed his eyes:

"Very good. As expected, this question is very simple. It can be divined out of thin air without any clues... Well, now I have confirmed my previous guess. The sneak attacker is someone I don't know at all."

"Then, the next step is to use the next divination to try to narrow the scope so that I can find clues about this person so that I can go further with the divination problem in the future."

"Well, this time, I have to ask the same simple question... This sneak attacker is someone I don't know, so is it possible that I have seen him somewhere before, or heard about this person from others?"

Meka thought and closed her eyes again:

“Did I hear or see this attacker before I was attacked?…Have I heard or seen this attacker before I was attacked?…Have I heard or seen this attacker before I was attacked? …”

bite!

Wow, the gold coin turned into a piece of sand this time.

"The information I know is not enough to get the result of this divination..." Meka frowned and threw the sand turned into gold coins into the trash can with his backhand.

He looked out the window, wondering when Dane in France and Madame Tevasa in Greece would reply.

The letter you sent is a few days old, right? Calculating the time, the reply should be coming soon...

I hope to get some information about this sneak attacker from the two of them, otherwise, the divination will really not continue unless he can reach the level of divination like Fina Gudenl... Well, but this is more difficult. Outrageous.

He got the inheritance, knowledge, and some experience of Fina Gudenl, but not all.

Too much time has passed, and the thoughts stored in the silver bracelet have become too incomplete...

"Until Dane and Mrs. Tewasha reply, we can't let go of the improvement of the Fire Spell level..." Meka scratched her chin, thinking.

"Well, during this period, we have to pay attention to whether anything strange happens in Hogwarts. I believe that even if that person can hide, it will be impossible not to leave any traces..."

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Hermione had just finished her potions class in the afternoon and walked out of the classroom when she saw Harry running past her and heading towards the long corridor in the distance.

Why is Harry so anxious? Could it be that something bad happened again... She frowned and said loudly:

"Harry, where are you going?"

Harry stopped and turned around, "Hagrid said that his backyard was robbed again. I suspect it was that person..."

"Who?" Hermione followed and asked, "Sirius Black?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded. He hesitated and said, "Last time about the Fat Lady's portrait, she probably wanted to break into the Gryffindor dormitory to find me... Mr. Weasley said that he would definitely think about it. There is a way to kill me. If the last thing didn't work, then he will definitely hatch the next plan, so..."

Hermione frowned: "So you think Sirius Black was responsible for the theft in Hagrid's backyard, and you want to go and see if you can find anything?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded again.

"Hagrid's backyard was stolen?" A familiar voice came from behind.

Hermione turned around and saw Meka stroking her chin, seemingly thinking.

"Can I come along?" Meka asked.

"Of course, that's Hagrid's place. He welcomes everyone." Harry replied, then looked at Hermione: "Are you going too? Hermione."

Of course, I read "Sherlock Holmes" on my father's bookshelf this summer, and I have made a lot of progress in logical reasoning. How can I not participate in such things that can be reasoned... Hermione pursed her lips reservedly and nodded. A sound.

"By the way..." She looked back and found that Ron, who used to follow Harry, was gone, and she said a little strangely:

"Why isn't Ron with you, Harry?"

Harry didn't look surprised. He said, "Ron had a wizarding chess date with Neville. He should have gone to the common room long ago."

ha? Ron asked Neville to play chess? Isn't he crazy? Can Neville remember which piece he just played?

I think he wanted to play chess and wanted to go crazy. He didn't find anyone and actually let Neville suffer. Well, Neville would probably be so anxious that he would pull his hair into a broomstick shape... Hermione thought about this scene and wanted to laugh a little, but He quickly suppressed his smile and suggested:

"Then let's go now?"

The three of them quickly arrived at Hagrid's hut. Hermione knocked on the door, but no one opened it. She looked back at Harry:

"No one?"

"No." Harry turned around and left, "He must be busy in the backyard."

Hermione and Meka looked at each other and followed.

After a while, Hermione's scalp felt numb as she looked at the scene in front of her. Take a deep breath:

"What's going on...didn't you say it was just stolen..."

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