Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The crowd in the distance was bustling and gathered into a long dragon, with a few lights mixed in. Someone was holding an oil lamp to illuminate the way ahead, but Professor Quirrell was going in the opposite direction of the students. He was alone, hiding in the shadows, and was silent.

A black bat flew in the air, and his dark eyes took in everything.

After Professor Quirrell passed a majestic old tree, he stayed for a while, and when he came out again, he had changed into a strange face.

He put on a black robe, covering his rough new face under the robe, and his pace suddenly accelerated.

He had to hurry up and rush to the abandoned classroom while the chaos was going on.

"Very alert."

Meka Anders praised this vest-wearing behavior, and the bat flapped its wings and followed.

"The power of these wings has really become much stronger."

Meka was surprised. He felt that his wings were majestic, flying in the air, almost like an eagle, and the speed was actually increased so much with just a slight flap of the wings.

He felt that he was going too fast, so in order not to be noticed by Quirrell, he slowed down again.

"I don't know when I can grow again?"

Therefore, Meka felt that his Animagus might be different from the Animagus of ordinary wizards.

Now the wings of bats have the potential of eagles, so if they grow again, they may be able to approach or even catch up with those magical animals.

He saw Professor Quirrell's figure suddenly disappear, and there was a residual smell of garlic leaving quickly. This was because he cast the Disillusionment Charm to become invisible. He quickly tightened his attention and caught up.

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In front of the abandoned classroom.

Professor Quirrell, who had rushed all the way, stopped in front of the door. He touched the pocket under the lining and smiled. This time he came prepared, and all plans were going smoothly.

"Quirinus." A hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him.

"The more it is at this time, the more we cannot let down our guard."

Professor Quirrell put away his smile and whispered, "I know, Master."

He pointed his wand and clicked. The rusty door lock opened. He pushed open the heavy door, strode in, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Keep your distance this time."

The bat hanging on the corridor turned its dark head. Meka was very cautious. He couldn't be discovered by the hoarse voice again. He came to fish in troubled waters this time, not to die.

He waited for the footsteps to fade away. A flapping wing turned into a shadow from the far end of the corridor. Just as it was about to fly into the door, it suddenly froze. It stopped flying and its feet were pressed against the cold ceiling outside the door.

Thanks to the mutant sense of smell brought by vampire blood, the smell of garlic that had been cleaned up had become very faint, but it could still smell it. It didn't move. It was near the door.

Meka's heart was pounding. Was he discovered? Are we going to stage another great escape?

In the darkness, there was silence.

No one inside or outside the door moved, and a game of courage and patience was quietly going on.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and a suffocating atmosphere spread in the darkness.

Suddenly,

Meow~~

A shrill cat cry sounded slowly, it was Filch's cat.

It had been sleeping in the shadow in the corner, and no one noticed it. After waking up, it stretched and slowly walked outside the door.

At this time, a voice finally came from inside the door.

"It's a cat, master." It was Quirrell's voice.

"Maybe I sensed it wrongly." The hoarse voice said, "I always feel that there is a pair of eyes watching us. It seems that I have been sleeping for too long and my senses have become dull."

Quirrel did not answer, he took a step forward.

"Quirinus, you should be more cautious because of this," the hoarse voice said indifferently, "Don't let me down again."

Qiluo stopped again and lowered his voice: "I will, Master."

The footsteps and the smell faded away together, and Maika breathed a sigh of relief. This time he really left.

"Not bad."

Maika knew that if it weren't for his unique "vitality sense" and his overly sensitive to the smell of herbs and biological materials, he would probably not be able to escape this time.

Of course, there are other factors.

"This cat does look handsome today." Maika praised silently.

It twisted its dark head and looked at the skinny cat under its feet. It never felt that this cat was so well-proportioned and had the potential to be "white and beautiful". It was worthy of being called Mrs. Loris's cat.

Maika stayed quietly for a while, and fluttered into the door again, silently.

...

Professor Quirrell walked in the darkness. He could hear the snoring of the beast in his ears. It was so clear that he did not stop and continued to walk deeper, approaching the sound.

At some point, the snoring disappeared.

Quirrel stopped and looked up with a solemn expression. The three-headed dog might have woken up. Its senses were too sharp.

In the darkness above his head, a huge lantern suddenly bloomed, and its terrifying eyes stared at the "ant" under his feet.

The hell three-headed dog stood up. Its body was huge, and there was a huge sound when it stood up. There was a sound of water flowing in the darkness. It was the smelly saliva flowing from the corners of the three-headed dog's mouth.

"Three-headed dog."

Professor Quirrell's expression was tense. The threat emanating from it was too great. No matter how many times he saw it, he always felt creepy.

He clenched the wand in his hand, and the other hand was freed to grope in his arms.

The three-headed dog walked over, its huge paws stepping on the ground, it felt like an earthquake, it seemed to be still growing, and its size was even bigger than the last time I saw it.

Three ferocious heads drooped, spewing out hot and smelly breath, the fangs in the bloody mouths were scary white, like human bones.

Professor Quirrell's hair stood up, he quickly took out a light-colored pocket from his arms, and in this palm-sized pocket, he actually took out a golden harp the size of a human head.

He placed the harp on the ground and stretched out his wand to aim at the strings on the harp.

"Roar~~"

The three-headed dog's eyes fell on Quirrell, and it was about to get close to his body, sniffing the smell of "food" with its nostrils.

The dripping saliva flowed on the ground, surrounded Quirrell, and formed a green pool under Quirrell's feet.

Quirrell felt that his feet had sunk into the sticky liquid, and the cold feeling surged from the soles of his feet, stimulating his spirit.

He whispered to the harp at a rapid speed:

"Ottomachi, Pagiers!"

The white light flashed like lightning.

On the golden harp, the strings were rustling, and a pair of invisible hands were playing music.

The melodious sound of the harp seemed to blow from the lake.

The three-headed dog's head drooped, and a trace of trance flashed across it, and it was stagnant in place.

"It really works."

Qiluo breathed a sigh of relief and quietly loosened his hand in his pocket. Some golden and white powder slipped out. This was the nettle powder and sulfur he prepared, but it seemed unnecessary now.

He still stared at the three-headed dog.

The sound of the harp was soft and ethereal, as if there was a clear spring flowing in the mountains, which soothed people's hearts.

The three-headed dog's huge eyes were half open and half closed, and the eyelids fought. After a while, they finally closed completely.

The huge body lay on the ground, with its head leaning on its front paws, and its expression was peaceful and tranquil, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep and was completely hypnotized.

"We have to speed up next."

Quirrell did not forget that although the chaos outside was still going on, it would eventually calm down. He didn't have much time, so he had to speed up and grab the coveted stone.

He walked quickly to the iron door leading to the underground secret passage, pointed his wand, and the heavy chain quickly fell off and fell to the ground.

Finally, with a clang, the iron door opened completely, revealing a dark passage that seemed to be bottomless.

Quirrell's face showed joy. He looked back at the three-headed dog and saw that it was still sleeping peacefully, so he turned around and walked into the corridor.

...

In the darkness, a black bat landed lightly on the ground, and the shadow on the ground quickly expanded and shrank and struggled. A figure in a black robe walked up to the three-headed dog.

"Sleep very soundly? But you will sleep well, you will sleep well."

Meka smiled.

He took out the golden blood-drawing syringe from his bosom, and from the bulging pockets on both sides of his body, he took out five empty potion bottles and filled them all at once!

"I'm sorry, Hagrid's hair."

Meka stroked the fur of the three-headed dog. He had no choice. If he didn't do it, the money would be wasted. He couldn't just watch the spell level and spend money to increase it, and now watch it fall, right?

Weighing the pros and cons, he could only wrong the three-headed dog.

"But with such a strong body, five bottles are not too much, right?"

Meka comforted himself. He moved quickly and filled the empty bottles with dark red blood.

For a moment, the three-headed dog in his sleep twitched. I don't know if it was cramped or the blood was drawn too quickly, and the body reacted.

This scared Meka, who was afraid that it would wake up suddenly. Fortunately, there was no danger.

He moved faster to avoid accidents.

Everything went on quietly, and no one knew.

Just as Meka was putting the cork into the bottle filled with blood, footsteps sounded again in the darkness.

"Oh no!"

Meka was startled again. Someone came from the corridor and was coming here quickly.

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