Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

Snape had just finished his first class of the semester and when he walked out of this tower-like building, the frosty-haired Professor Dumbledore walked side by side with him at some point.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I have rarely seen you pay so much attention to a child."

Professor Snape looked at him and seemed to know who he was talking about, and replied: "I can't let all the knowledge in my head rot with me."

"This is the second time I've met this child." Dumbledore glanced at the figure in the distance and smiled: "We are quite destined. What do you think of his talent in potions?"

Snape pondered for a rare moment and said, "His familiarity with potion vessels is almost innate. If I hadn't looked at his appearance, I would have thought he was a man who has been engaged in potion research for more than 20 years. The wizard of the year.”

"Oh? Such a high evaluation." Professor Dumbledore narrowed his eyes: "Do you think he is a natural talent for potions?"

Professor Snape shook his head: "He is impeccable in his mastery of potion equipment, but this does not mean that he is suitable to be a potion master."

"If you want to become a potion master, you also need to see whether he has a unique perception of medicinal materials and whether he has enough perseverance and perseverance."

"This is, after all, a craft that requires a lot of experience."

He took two steps and stopped, his expression seemed to be a little more serious: "In short, I still need to observe for some time."

Dumbledore looked at him with such an expression, and his whole body became much more energetic, so he smiled and stroked his beard and said:

"It seems that having an extra student is a good thing for you."

…

After returning to the dormitory, Meka looked at the white owl flapping its wings next to Harry's bed and smiled.

"The owl thing is settled."

"But in order to get the current situation and photos of the Phelps family, I'm afraid I have to gain her trust in the letter first."

"I had to have a legitimate identity to talk to her about."

"Yes!" Meka thought for a while, clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Phelps's student, this identity suits me very well."

Meka sat down at the table, thought about it, picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper:

"Ms. Cressy whom I have never met."

"I am a student of Mr. Philthorpe. My teacher has been dead for many years. I am so sorry that I have not replied to you until now."

"When my teacher took me to study, he would always mention his distant hometown unconsciously. I once asked him why he didn't go back. He said: 'What shame do I have to go back? My sister did nothing, but I Taking away her feet and her face.'"

"Mr. Felthorpe, he has been doing research on transfiguration all his life, but I am too young to know what he is researching. His experiments continued until ten years ago, when a black man broke in rashly. The wizard took his life."

Meka frowned and thought for a while.

The purpose of writing Philthorpe's experiment into the letter was to let others see Philthorpe's thoughts. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a tragedy that Philthorpe had worked hard for so many years and no one knew what he had done? ?

What's more, this is also a way to comfort the hearts of his family.

Meka continued:

"After my teacher died, I was immersed in grief and couldn't extricate myself. Later I left there and left that sad place."

"It wasn't until last year that I came back from a foreign country and wanted to sort out the teacher's belongings. From his diary, I found the truth about the teacher's experiments."

"It turns out that the teacher wants to transfer a certain bloodline from his body to his sister."

"Later, you also knew that the teacher lost his life in an accident, and the experiment ended without any problem."

"I read his entire diary, which was full of enthusiasm and expectations for the experiment, but was inadvertently tainted with some gray. Some of the words he wrote in the diary seemed to be explaining the aftermath.

I was confused and asked a friend who specializes in transfiguration. He said that blood and people are inseparable. Once transferred, people will die. "

"In other words, if this experiment succeeds, its results will definitely be earned in life."

Meka rubbed his wrist. It was time to tell his purpose. He finally wrote a paragraph:

"I found the teacher's wishes in the book. He wrote more than once that he wanted to know how his sister, his father and mother were living. He also wanted to see recent photos of his family, especially Clay. West, that’s you.”

"I could only feel sorry for the teacher. I didn't have his home address, but fortunately, at the end of the diary, I found this address. I sent this letter with a glimmer of hope."

"If you can receive it, please write a letter to inform you and your family of the current situation, and attach a recent photo of your family. I hope to place this reply letter and photo in front of the teacher's tombstone to comfort the teacher's soul. "

Meka examined the letter, waited for the ink to dry, and then folded it.

Then he put it in a smaller envelope and tied it to the owl's talon, then opened the window and let the owl fly out.

Thrilling.

Watching the owl disappear quickly, Meka smiled:

"The next step is to wait for a reply."

…

September 7th, the weather was cool and cool.

The class today was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but no magic was taught in this class. Professor Quirinus Quirrell of Defense Against the Dark Arts only briefly talked about some simple things to prevent against black magic.

It is worth mentioning that

Professor Quirrell was a strange man whom Meka Anders had met once at the Broken Axe. At that time, he looked terrified and left in a hurry after bumping into Meka.

When the bell rang, Meka Anders came out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and was about to go to the dormitory to see if Harry's owl had returned and whether it had brought a reply from Phelps' family.

As he was walking, he saw Professor Snape coming and calling him, which surprised Meka. He didn't understand why this cold-tempered professor wanted to see him.

Professor Snape was still the same as before, with no fluctuation in his tone: "Meka Anders? Is that his name?"

"Yes." Meka nodded.

"Have you ever been exposed to potions before?" Professor Snape asked.

Meka shook his head: "Never touched it before. The first time was a few days ago in your class."

Professor Snape hummed:

"Very good, it seems that you have some talent in potions."

"Are you interested in potions?"

Meka was stunned, looked at Professor Snape's expression, and replied:

"Interested."

"Do you have time this Friday?" Professor Snape asked.

Meka showed a puzzled look. What is he going to do on Friday?

He thought for a while and said: "Besides class, I have nothing else to do. There is no class the day after tomorrow afternoon."

Professor Snape said: "Come to my office on Friday. Before you come, I hope you can understand the method of making sedatives."

He paused, and his tone was more serious: "I will test whether you have enough ability to go further on the road of potions."

Professor Snape turned and left, and Meka stood alone, thinking.

Test whether I have the ability to go further?

He touched his chin.

What did Snape mean by that? He wanted me to be his official student and pass on his knowledge of potions?

Suddenly, there was a shadow in front of him.

Meka was startled and turned around. It was Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a turban and had a pale face.

He looked up and stared at the direction where Professor Snape left.

After a while, Professor Quirrell lowered his head and looked at Meka. He rolled his eyes, as if his eyes were uncomfortable, and then stammered: "Meka Anders?"

Meka felt a chill on his neck for some reason, and he shrank his neck involuntarily: "Yes, professor."

"Nice to meet you."

Professor Quirrell looked at his face, smiled in an ambiguous way, and then walked away.

"What do you mean?"

Meka was puzzled. He looked at Professor Quirrell's figure going away and scratched his head.

The professor's smile, combined with his pale face, really made people panic.

He frowned and walked away quickly.

...

At the same time

A white owl glided from the sky and landed in Meka Anders's bedroom.

It had a bigger and newer envelope tied to its feet.

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