Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"Oh? This is..."

In the library, Meka Anders picked up a newspaper and squinted his eyes.

The front-page news in the newspaper was still the wanted order for 'Sirius Black', which showed that the Ministry of Magic really took this matter very seriously. But what surprised him was that in the lower right corner of the wanted order, there was also a small wanted order attached, which read:

"Boguna Rocco, a prisoner who escaped from the Dark Forest Prison in Albania, with a reward of 800 gold galleons-British Ministry of Magic."

Under the text, there was a black and white portrait of a hunchbacked old man.

He was serious and seemed to hear the sound of taking pictures, so he turned his head and looked at the camera.

"It turns out that the fierce man who assassinated the Minister of Magic of the United States was such an old man... Well, the new wanted order issued by the British Ministry of Magic is a bit interesting..." Meka guessed.

As expected, there was an explanation next to the wanted poster:

"According to the analysis of the Auror Office of the British Ministry of Magic, Boguna Rocco entered the UK on August 28 and his current whereabouts are unknown... If anyone knows about this, they can report his whereabouts to the Auror Office, and the reward ranges from 50 to 100 gold galleons..."

For such a powerful person, the reward is 800 gold galleons, and the reporting of whereabouts is only 50 to 100. It can only be said that the British Ministry of Magic under the leadership of Minister Fudge is worthy of it.

However, this Boguna Rocco has actually entered the UK... Meka touched his chin, recalling the divination results of Boguna two days ago.

"The entry date is August 28th. In this case, Boguna Rocco has every chance to sneak into Hogwarts when the students are enrolled."

"Then the probability that he was the attacker that day becomes even greater."

"No result was obtained on that day. Perhaps there was insufficient information and clues..."

Meka looked at the hunchbacked old man on the wanted poster, quickly put away the newspaper, registered with the administrator, and left the library.

...

On the way to the hall, Harry recalled the tragic death of the goats and frowned.

He had a brief conversation with Hermione, and both knew that this matter was definitely not simple. The goats might have contracted an infectious disease.

From Hagrid's careless words, it was also learned that it took less than a day for the goats to become dying from the abnormality. This is enough to show that this is a very serious and highly contagious disease.

Thinking that this disease might be related to Sirius Black, he was worried.

Worried that it was really because of me that Hogwarts would suffer a terrible disaster.

"If this infectious disease can be transmitted from goats to humans..." Harry took a deep breath secretly.

"Harry, will we play wizard chess in the hall tonight?" Ron's voice came.

Harry turned his head to look at Ron on the side. He was chewing a licorice stick in his mouth, looking relaxed and happy, as if he had once again gained the upper hand in the chess match with Neville in the afternoon.

"No." He thought about it and replied sullenly.

"What's wrong?" Ron looked at Harry, then at Hermione who was also unhappy, scratched his head, and asked:

"Are you two hiding something from me? Since you went to Hagrid's hut that day, you have been looking like this... Be happy, there is nothing that can't be solved."

"This is really unsolvable. If that kind of thing really happens, Professor Dumbledore may be helpless..." Hermione murmured.

"What?" Ron looked at her in surprise, as if he didn't hear what she said clearly.

Hermione walked with her head down and didn't answer him.

"What? Why don't you explain it clearly..." Ron said dissatisfiedly, and looked at Harry again:

"Harry, tell me..."

"Do you really want to know?"

Harry looked at Ron's serious face, hesitated, and said:

"I should have told you that Hagrid's place was robbed?"

"Yeah." Ron nodded, and said complacently: "I guessed it a long time ago, it must be related to this matter..."

"Hagrid has three goats dead."

"What's the matter? Hagrid had at least a dozen chickens dead last semester."

"It's different this time." Harry looked around and didn't see anyone. He turned back and took a deep breath and said:

"This time even Professor Dumbledore wore a mask to check the goats. The situation, even Professor Dumbledore took it so seriously..."

"Is that it?" Ron was stunned, as if he didn't expect to get such a reply, and then he laughed:

"When Filch's cat was petrified before, Professor Dumbledore also looked very serious, but in the end, even Filch's cat was fine.

I think you two are overthinking, there is nothing to worry about."

"No..." Hermione suddenly retorted, she stared at Ron very seriously:

"This time is different, although petrification is terrible, with Professor Dumbledore here, the basilisk dare not wreak havoc..."

"Then what?" Ron still didn't take it seriously, just put the licorice stick in his mouth and chewed it, and took the time to look at Hermione.

Hermione frowned at him and continued:

"And this time, if it is what we think, then Hagrid's goat should have contracted an infectious disease.

With this speed of transmission and the symptoms it causes, once it spreads in Hogwarts, it may cause the same consequences as a disease called 'cholera' in the Muggle world."

"What consequences?"

“In 1866, another cholera outbreak occurred in England, killing a total of 14,378 people.”

"How much?" Ron opened his mouth, and the licorice stick fell from his mouth.

"14378..."

"Miss Granger!" A stern voice interrupted the conversation.

Harry looked up and saw Professor McGonagall's originally elegant face turned very gloomy.

Caught... Harry saw Professor McGonagall staring at him with sharp eyes, and he also followed the example of Hermione next to him and lowered his head.

"Hagrid should have told you..." Professor McGonagall's voice was low, as if it contained the calmness and gloom before the storm. "It's best to keep this matter in your own stomach and not spread it to the outside world, right?"

Harry looked down at the shadow of Professor McGonagall, who seemed to be looking at him.

He thought about it again and again, but finally suppressed his words:

"Um."

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor House..." Professor McGonagall said without any doubt:

"Also, if it is passed on to even one more person, then you will face more serious penalties."

Her voice paused:

"Believe me, you don't want to see this kind of punishment happen to any of you..."

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"Boguna Roco is the one who sneak-attacked me... Boguna Roco is the one who sneak-attacked me... Boguna Roco is the one who sneak-attacked me..."

In the dormitory, Meka closed her eyes, holding Boguna's newspaper in her left hand, holding a gold galleon in her right hand, and asked herself repeatedly in her mind.

The light on the wall suddenly flickered.

at the same time,

The portrait of the hunchbacked old man on the wanted poster, the maze-like Gryffindor Tower, the swarm of rats like a sea, the rat-like Scabbers...scenes of scenes flashed quickly in his mind.

bite!

With a flick of his right thumb, the gold coins flew into the air.

Meka opened her eyes, slowly opened and closed her right hand, and smiled.

"It's him."

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