Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The evening sun set and it got dark. Meka Anders went to have a meal and continued to practice spells after returning.

It was not until about ten o'clock in the evening that he heard the voices of Harry and Ron coming from outside the door.

The evening self-study in the auditorium had ended and the students were returning to the dormitory one after another.

Meka dispersed the fire spell, glanced at the panel, and couldn't help but smile:

"Fire spell: level 42, Transfiguration spell: level 43... It seems that the two spells will soon be at the same level."

...

The shadows of the trees swayed by the Black Lake.

The hunchbacked old man stood under the shadow of the tree, glanced at the gray mouse kneeling in front of him, threw out a bag, and said:

"At night, when the beast is asleep, use this bottle to put it in the bag."

Put it in the bag?

Peter Pettigrew, who looked like a mouse, was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he was going to take action.

It's good to have action. If there is action, it means that the master is going to take action on the little wizard and will soon complete what he wants to do.

As long as the matter is settled, is it far from leaving Hogwarts?

As long as I leave here, hide my identity again, and do things more cautiously, Sirius will never find me again, let alone kill me, hehe... Peter Pettigrew thought of the freedom in the future, and his heart beat faster and he was a little excited.

He stretched out his mouse claws, hooked the bag to his feet, and said in a very pleasant but respectful tone:

"I understand, master."

Borguna hummed, and then said:

"Before tomorrow afternoon, I have something for you to do. Come to see me after you finish it-well, keep the beast with you during this period, understand?"

Before tomorrow afternoon... It seems that the master is going to take action during the Quidditch game? That's right, at that time, the eyes of the whole Hogwarts were focused there, even Professor Dumbledore would be there, it was indeed a good time... Peter Pettigrew thought of this and nodded quickly:

"Please give me your orders."

Boguna looked at it and suddenly smiled:

"You seem very happy? Are you happy that you can escape from Hogwarts and avoid Sirius Black's pursuit?"

Peter Pettigrew looked at his expression, and somehow, he was a little flustered, and hurriedly replied:

"I am happy that I can help you do something and that you are about to achieve your goal, not because of anything else..."

"Don't be nervous." Boguna shook his head and laughed, "As long as you work hard, you can cry or laugh as you want, I won't blame you for it."

Huh, it seems that everything is fine, I thought I would be punished again for this, I don't want to be tortured by the spell in my mind again... Peter Pettigrew looked at his seemingly sincere smile, and after hearing this sentence, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course..." Boguna's voice suddenly sank.

Peter Pettigrew was startled and raised his head suddenly. He saw that the master's face was a little uncertain under the shadow of the tree.

He narrowed his eyes, staring at Peter Pettigrew with his wolf-like green eyes, and said:

"If my business fails because of you, then you should pay the price for it."

Pay the price, the price he said might be death... Peter Pettigrew's heart sank, and at this time, his face twisted.

The spell in his head jumped, bringing a pain like a cone stirring his brain.

He clenched his teeth and dared not say a word, fearing that he would cause more trouble.

He didn't even dare to raise his head again, and didn't dare to look at the master again. He just propped his paws on the cold ground and listened to him continue his previous instructions.

…

"Harry, hurry up."

The next day, outside a Gryffindor dormitory, the young and handsome captain of the Gryffindor team, Oliver Wood, was holding a flying broom and urging Harry outside the door, saying:

"We have to get to the venue as soon as possible. While there is still time, we can go to the stadium and practice for a while, and adjust today's state by the way."

"After noon, the venue will start to be arranged, and there will be no chance then."

"I know..." Harry hurriedly stepped into his shoes.

As he jumped out, he stretched out his right hand and hooked his heel. Finally, he put on his shoes and hurriedly left with Wood.

Maeka looked at this scene and smiled. He turned to Ron who was washing up and said:

"Aren't you going to the Quidditch field with me?"

"Yeah... Gurgle..." Ron rinsed his mouth and stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth again, while mumbling:

"But I have to brush my teeth first... Bah! Okay."

In a few seconds, Ron finished brushing his teeth, without even washing his face. He wiped the white foam around his mouth with his hand and rushed out the door.

"Wait for me, Harry!" His voice echoed in the corridor.

These two are so energetic... Maeka shook his head and laughed, closed the doors and windows, and prepared to start his unfinished spell practice.

It seems that Finer Gudner's legacy is about to run out... He closed his eyes and felt the memories left by Finer Gudner. He found that more than three-quarters of these memories had been absorbed and consolidated by himself, and the remaining less than a quarter were mostly related to the Transfiguration spell.

But now the Transfiguration Spell and the Fire Spell must be kept at the same level, so that the composite spell ‘Flame Bow’ can be cast.

Therefore, he dared not touch the memories related to the Transfiguration Spell again in the short term.

"It's time for another exciting spell practice session..." Meka stretched his waist, raised his right hand, and chanted a spell without a wand:

"Flame!"

A spark emerged, suddenly expanded, and turned into a scorching flame.

The flames shrank, and the flames shrank into two small fireballs, suspended in the center of the palm, rotating back and forth with each other.

Well, after a whole night of late night work, the proficiency has been improved again, and the bottleneck of the 42nd level of the flame spell is about to be opened...Meka felt the roundness brought to him by the two flames, and was very satisfied.

With a flip of his hand, the flame spell was dispersed, and the spell was chanted again.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and time passed little by little.

Meka felt the burning brought by the flames on his hand again and again, his face seemed to be feverish, and sweat could not help oozing from his forehead.

After practicing repeatedly, he closed his eyes to recall the feeling of casting just now, and summarized the gains and losses, but this time the feeling of closing his eyes was completely different.

This is...Meka only felt a bang in his mind, as if a lightning bolt struck.

He suddenly opened his eyes and chanted:

"Flames become arrows!"

He raised his left hand, holding a heavy and ferocious longbow in his hand, hooked his right index and middle fingers, and placed them on the bowstring. A raging flame instantly turned into a long arrow, and a hot breath rushed to his face.

Meka only felt a surge of power in his body waiting to be released. He looked at the white wall in front of him and turned around suddenly.

As soon as the two fingers of his right hand loosened, the bowstring jumped and a layer of white ash swung out.

The light flaming arrow suddenly flew out of his hand, and instantly crossed the lake outside the window, stirring up a layer of surging white waves and sweeping away!

Hundreds of meters away, a white rabbit that jumped out of the bushes was suddenly pierced through the head, and a cloud of blood mist burst out.

The next moment, whoosh!

The flames rose, and instantly the body of the white rabbit turned into black ash and fell down.

As a gust of wind blew, the ashes floated all over the sky and fell back to the lake.

"It's done."

Meka smiled and looked away, a golden light flashing in his eyes, and the panel instantly took shape in front of him.

…

…