Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

These golden words, like musical scores, just floated in the air.

It swayed like a curtain.

What is this? The golden finger of the time traveler?

Meka was a little surprised and a little unbelievable.

He tried to reach out and touch it.

A white light, like a membrane, blocked his finger.

It seemed that there was a message hidden in the light, and at this moment it passed through his finger and into his mind.

"Complete the wish of the owner of the relic before his death?"

Meka looked at his mother's back.

She still repeated that sentence, as if she would never get tired of it.

"I hope my child will grow up healthy and safe in the future. He doesn't need to become a powerful person or know much magic. As long as he can grow up safely, it's enough."

"As long as I know this, I can feel at ease."

"What was my mother's wish before her death?" Meka frowned.

"Is it related to what my mother is saying now?"

"As long as I know this... my mother has left, how can I let her know this? How can I let her know my situation?"

Meka walked towards the desk.

The ground seemed to have become a pool after the rain, with ripples blooming under his feet.

Meka had come to his mother.

The mother sat there, her eyes were red, her face was unhealthy white, as if she had been infected with her father's disease.

Her eyes were dull, and she said the last words she said here before she died.

Meka lowered his head and tried to look her in the eye.

But Sophie Anders did not react at all, still lowering her head to write the letter in her hand, as if this letter was very important.

Meka hesitated for a while.

"Mom?"

A ray of light fell down like frost.

The woman in front of the desk seemed to be injected with magical energy.

Her body became real from blurry, and her eyes became lively from dull.

Sophie Anders seemed to have woken up from a dream that lasted for an unknown period of time.

She uttered a cry, as if she was frightened, and raised her head.

Meka just happened to meet her eyes.

"Who are you?"

Sophie's eyes revealed a hesitant look.

It seemed that the person in front of him was very familiar, but he was not sure.

"It's me."

Meka, who was only eleven years old, took a deep breath.

He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt, with fair skin, black eyes like gemstones, and short black hair hanging down smoothly.

"It's me, mother, I'm Meka Anders."

"Meka?"

Sophie was shocked.

She stood up from the chair in disbelief, and squatted down to look at Meka's face.

It seemed that she saw the shadows of herself and her husband from Meka's face.

"Meka."

She murmured, and hugged Meka and cried bitterly.

"Oh~Meka, my child, my poor child..."

Sophie hugged Meka and cried for a long time.

Meka heard her breathless and sad cry, felt the tears that wet her collar, and saw her drooping short hair.

She was too haggard.

On one side was her sick husband, and on the other side was her hungry child.

She couldn't leave anyone, but she had no choice at the time.

She was under a lot of pressure.

The separation may have caused her a lot of pain.

Meka was touched and reached out to touch his mother's hair.

His voice changed from hesitation to calmness.

"Mom, I'm fine. My grandma and I have lived well in the past few years."

Sophie sobbed, and she finally raised her head and touched Meka's forehead, eyes, and nose.

Her movements were slow and careful, as if she was worried that she would accidentally break such a beautiful dream.

"My child, you have grown up so much."

"Are you doing well, Meka, my child?"

"Yeah."

Meka felt the warmth in her hands.

"My grandma and I lived in the house on Bread Street. In the morning, I could smell the aroma of bread coming from the coffee shop. The owner of the coffee shop was a young aunt. When I passed by, she always gave me a candy."

Meka began to tell the story that happened when he was very young.

Sophie hummed softly, listened quietly, and asked after a long time:

"Is it the Ximel Café?"

"Yes."

Sophie stroked Meka's hair: "The Ximel Café was there ten years ago, but the boss was an old grandfather before, and that aunt should be his daughter."

"Meka, my child, keep talking, I want to know more about you."

The two squatted on the ground.

Meka told his story, and Sophie listened quietly, without any impatience.

I don't know how long it took.

Sophie's face has been better for a long time, and the sadness in her eyes is no longer revealed.

She stroked Meka's hair and face, and her expression was full of love.

But her body began to glow, and there were spots of light on her shoulders, and the whole person disappeared.

Meka was startled and wanted to stand up.

"My child."

Sophie held Meka's face with both hands reluctantly and smiled.

"I know you are living a good life and I am very satisfied. It is a gift from God to be able to meet you again after death."

"I am proud of you, my child. Even though we are not by your side, you still take good care of yourself."

"What a pity. It would have been nice if I could have stayed a little longer."

Meka was silent for a while, and he felt that he was going to lose something important.

He hesitated for a while.

"Mom, how did you die?"

Sophie was stunned.

She shook her head, and her smile became as warm as the morning sun under the light.

"Meka, my child, you don't need to carry the things we left behind. It's too heavy."

"Don't think about revenge for us. Your father and I both mean this."

"Go forward, take care of yourself, take care of grandma, grow up peacefully, and we will bless you in heaven."

The last ray of light seemed to be blown away by the wind.

Sophie's smiling face completely disappeared in the wind.

Meka looked at the place where his mother had just stood, and his heart was empty.

He did not tell his mother about the death of his grandmother, and

his mother did not tell Meka about the cause of her own death.

It was like an inexplicable tacit understanding.

He sighed and looked at the sky in this place, but he only saw a thick black color like dark clouds.

A golden ripple was like the last light left by Sophie Anders, floating under the dark clouds.

Sophie Anders, his biological mother, was gone forever.

But she left something behind.

The golden ripple fell like rain, sprinkling all over Meka's body.

"Randomly obtain the legacy of Sophie Anders."

"Medium potion making talent."

As this light fell, Meka felt as if something was added to his body.

An ethereal voice sounded in his mind, like a shaking bell. Under the cleansing of the sound, his mind became much brighter than before.

His hands seemed to be moistened by the light, the strength of his ten fingers was increasing, and his flexibility seemed to be changing and growing like bamboo shoots.

This light fell for a long time like rain.

Finally, it stopped.

Meka thought the changes had stopped, and was about to stretch his hands to feel the changes that had just been brought about.

A friendly woman's smiling face flashed in his mind.

Another light rain fell from the sky.

"Sophie Anders voluntarily gave her remaining soul to her beloved child."

"Achieve a level 10 spiritual power."

This was a more magnificent rain of light.

Meka felt that the changes brought about by this rain were much greater than those just now.

It seemed that his mind was undergoing amazing changes.

The golden light seemed to have penetrated into his mind, and even if he closed his eyes, everything in front of him was golden.

This golden light was like the best nutrition, nourishing the originally dry field in his mind.

Meka seemed to have experienced a sublimation of his soul, a sense of comfort from his soul, and swam to every part of his body, especially his head, as if he was being massaged by the world's most outstanding massage master.

This rain lasted for a full ten minutes.

When the light rain dissipated, Meka opened his eyes.

The world in front of him seemed to be much brighter than before, with richer colors and refreshing.

At this time, all kinds of information about himself came into his mind.

"Meka Anders."

"Potion making talent: medium (originally low, total talent is divided into: inferior, low, medium, high, top)"

"Spirit level: 18. (8-＞18, the average wizard apprentice is level 6, the better the talent, the higher the spiritual level)

"Magic: None"

"My physical talent seems to be average." Meka didn't care.

He looked up, the sky gave him confidence, and there might be a chance to reach the peak of wizards in the future.

"What is this?" Meka was suddenly stunned.

In the dark sky like dark clouds, a vortex rolled up at some point.

Meka felt dizzy.

The next moment, he suddenly woke up from the bed.

"Is it a dream? "

Meka looked at his hands and felt something different.

He closed his eyes.

In his mind, there was a vague empty area, like stars twinkling.

It was not a dream.

…

On August 31, Meka Anders got a boarding certificate from the London school. After getting through the Dean couple next door, he took his luggage to the Leaky Cauldron hidden in the downtown area.

This is a bar opened by a wizard.

The bar is very small, like a rat hole opened in the cracks, and the plaque hanging on the top is crooked. , has long faded, and the words "Leaky Cauldron" can be vaguely seen.

This is the only passage to the wizard's trading area, the famous "Diagon Alley".

Maeka wants to borrow this passage to buy school textbooks and wands used by wizards to cast spells.

Squeak~

Maeka pushed the door open.

It was like a beam of light shining into a mouse hole. In the dim bar, all the customers looked over.

Maybe it was because of the dim light, Maeka felt that these people were pale and their eyes were not so friendly.

"Welcome, what would you like?"

The hotel owner called enthusiastically.

He was a hunchbacked middle-aged man.

The smooth bald head, because of the hunchback, he had to bend over, the proportions of his body and head were a little asymmetrical, and it looked like a pumpkin head was planted on his thin body.

The hotel owner saw the small body of Maeka Anders and showed a surprised look.

"So you are a child?"

"If you want to go to Diagon Alley, please go to the backyard. ”

The hotel owner has obviously seen many children of this age passing through here to go to Diagon Alley.

He pointed to a door in the corner behind him.

Meka thanked her and walked to the backyard with her suitcase.

Suddenly everything went dark, as if he had hit a wall.

Meka looked up.

A pale man stood in front of him, lowering his head and looking at himself.

He was wearing a turban and looked frightened, as if he had encountered something terrible. He stammered:

"Yes, sorry."

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