Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

There were some remaining stone cakes on the snack plate on the table, some crumbs were scattered on the edge of the table, and there was a little milk hanging on the wall of the cup.

Professor Dumbledore retracted his gaze and sat down.

Hagrid brought a glass of milk, handed it to Professor Dumbledore, and said with a smile:

"It was Meka who came over just now."

"Oh, Meka Anders, he is a freshman at Hogwarts this year, and lives in the same dormitory with Harry."

"Oh? A very familiar name." Professor Dumbledore took the milk and took a sip: "It seems that these young children like you very much, Hagrid."

Hagrid scratched his head and smiled: "Not bad."

The somewhat old black canine Fang was licking a bone in the corner. Professor Dumbledore looked at it for a while, then looked at Hagrid with a smile:

"You have a pure mind, so it is easy to attract the love of those children, and even these small animals are close to you."

"Speaking of this, have you settled your three-headed canine Fang?"

"Okay." Hagrid nodded, looking a little worried:

"But professor, Fang is still young, can he really deal with the thief who wants to steal the stone?"

Professor Dumbledore Hearing him say this, he laughed and said, "Hagrid, you underestimate Fang. Even if it is young, its huge size is enough for wizards to drink a pot."

"But." Hagrid took out a crumpled newspaper from his arms, pointed at it and frowned:

"The person who wanted to steal the stone has broken into Gringotts, which is the safest place besides Hogwarts."

Professor Dumbledore shook his head and comforted him, "Don't worry, Hagrid, if there is an accident, our professor will not stand idly by."

"Besides." He smiled: "I'm still here."

He drank the whole glass of milk, squinting his eyes with satisfaction, then stood up, patted Hagrid's arm, and smiled:

"I should go, Hagrid, thank you for your hospitality."

"Don't worry, even if Fang is in that abandoned classroom, we will take good care of it."

Hagrid quickly followed suit.

Seeing that Hagrid was going to see him out personally, Professor Dumbledore waved his hand:

"No need to see him off."

The old man stepped out of the threshold of the hut under Hagrid's gaze, and his figure gradually disappeared.

...

Meka Anders, who left Hagrid's hut, finally waited for the night to fall with anticipation.

While the students had not returned to the dormitory yet, Meka took out a small glass bottle filled with a viscous green solution. To be honest, this thing looked a bit disgusting.

He peeled off the cork, picked it up and smelled it, and took it away with some disgust.

This thing smelled fishy, ​​like spoiled meat, and just smelling it made people want to vomit.

"You have to endure the bitterness of bitterness."

Meka comforted himself, stretched out his right wrist, and fully unfolded the pattern of blood-colored petals on his wrist. Against the backdrop of the night, the petals became even more scarlet.

He slowly poured the green solution in the bottle out of the bottle mouth and dripped it on the blood-colored pattern.

When the viscous green solution first touched the skin, it felt cold, like ice, and then it made people feel disgusting stickiness similar to spider silk.

The solution flowed on the blood-colored petals, and just when Meka was wondering why there was no reaction, a red light seemed to flash on the blood-colored petals.

Meka saw that the pattern on the wrist seemed to become blurred, and the second petal vaguely emerged. The green solution on it was quickly absorbed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Meka put down the bottle, and he felt his body getting hot, but there was a hint of coolness mixed in it, flowing through his body.

Knowing that some kind of physical change was going to happen, Meka followed the instructions in his heart and closed his eyes.

The cool breath flowed from the wrist to the lower abdomen, then rose to the position of the heart, stayed for a while, and continued to the head.

Soon, the cool breath seemed to have fissioned, and more cool breath flowed out from the heart, starting with two, becoming more and more, and finally even Meka gave up counting.

He only felt as if there were at least hundreds of cool breaths all over his body, flowing with blood all over his body, pouring into his limbs and bones, and all the deep changes were quietly going on.

When the hot feeling on his body was completely covered by the cool breath, Meka finally opened his eyes, and it seemed that a blood-colored light flashed across his eyes.

He opened his mouth and seemed to feel a pair of sharp teeth growing, but they had not come out completely.

The nose also seemed to benefit, and the cool feeling continued, as if some changes were still brewing.

Meka was feeling his body, and suddenly he was stunned, and the information about this change came into his mind.

"Get the gift of Animagus: Blood Bat."

"This is a natural gift of vampires. Their achievements in Transfiguration are truly amazing. Even the most outstanding Transfiguration wizards have to admit their terrifying potential in this area."

"Blood bats are a species unique to the magical world and belong to the branch of bats. They can not only confirm their location through sound waves, but also have excellent vision that ordinary bats do not have. Their eyes are comparable to human eyes."

"But it should be noted that due to the incomplete vampire bloodline, the performance of Animagus can only last for half an hour a day."

"Good." Meka was inevitably excited and laughed out loud.

Although he could only maintain the Animagus for half an hour, Meka didn't care at all.

After all, you have to know that this is the "Animagus" that many wizards are eager to get.

Generally, wizards have to go through a boring and long period of learning from learning Transfiguration to being able to touch the extremely high attainments of Transfiguration such as Animagus, and this is just being able to touch it.

To completely learn Animagus, you have to go through a complex arrangement and preparation in bad weather like thunderstorms, and then overcome the fear of death, take extremely high risks, and fight for a chance.

To grasp this chance, you need to be meticulous in every detail, otherwise any slight mistake may cause yourself to completely turn into an unconscious and unintelligent animal.

As far as Meka knows,

there are very few wizards who can practice Animagus, almost only one or two out of dozens, and almost all of them are adult wizards of a certain age.

Meka lowered his head to look at his hands, and then looked at the blood-colored pattern on his wrist. There were two blood-colored petals, but one of them was very blurry and the color was very pale, as if it would disappear at any time.

Meka touched his face again and felt that his face seemed to have changed.

He walked to the mirror in the dormitory and looked at himself.

In the mirror, the young boy had a calm temperament, and his black eyes were like a pair of black jade, crystal clear and bright, making people unable to help but look at him a few more times.

His originally good-looking facial features seemed to be more profound and three-dimensional after this change.

He suddenly glanced out the window: "Why don't you try Animagus?"

But then he shook his head: "It's better to wait until later, when everyone is asleep. Then we won't make too much noise."

Meka suppressed the excitement and impulse in his heart, picked up the book on Transfiguration and started reading, patiently waiting for everyone to fall asleep.

...

Finally,

the night was silent, and only the sound of the wind blowing over the lake outside the window was gently echoing.

The whole Hogwarts fell into a deep sleep.

Maeka tilted his head in bed and glanced at Harry and Ron's beds. Seeing that they were already snoring, he quietly got off the bed.

He walked to the mirror, closed his eyes, calmed down, and whispered:

"Animagus."

As soon as the spell came out, Maeka felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerated rapidly. After a while, it was like a drum beating, thumping non-stop.

He opened his eyes and looked at the mirror.

The boy in the mirror suddenly grew black fur all over his body, and his muscles seemed to be twitching and squirming.

But even so, there was no pain at all, and even the discomfort that Animagus should have as described in the book did not appear.

The black eyes gradually became darker, like the water in a deep pool, so deep that it made people panic.

The black fur seemed to be overturned ink, gradually dyeing the boy's face black.

His nose began to shrink, becoming small and sharp, and the rest of his facial features also changed at the same time, and soon he looked like a bat.

Meka felt his sight suddenly drop, his whole body shrank crazily, a pair of wings grew from behind his shoulders, and his shadow on the ground shrank and squirmed crazily.

Soon, there was only a black bat flapping its wings in front of the mirror.

"It's a very special feeling."

Meka felt it quietly, spread his wings again, and flew out of the window.

He planned to see if he could find the location of the three-headed dog and get some saliva from it, preferably blood.

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