Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The sun was just right, and a falcon flew high in the sky, attracting Meka Anders' attention.

He raised his head and saw the falcon flying over the open square, passing through the shadow cast by the tower and rising into the sky.

"What a big bird."

A voice appeared beside him, and Meka turned around to see a chubby little man with a simple and honest face.

Seeing Meka looking towards him, he laughed innocently.

Meka glanced at the thing he was holding in his hand. The color was like glass and eye-catching.

"Hello." He introduced himself with a smile, and asked curiously: "What is the thing you have on hand?"

Little Fatty glanced at his hand, which was a crystal-like sphere.

"My name is Neville Longbottom." He scratched his head, "I have forgotten the name of this thing. Anyway, it was given to me by my grandma. It is a very important thing."

"This is a memory ball."

Hermione followed him at some point and explained: "It can help people recall some things they have forgotten. Neville has a bad memory, so this thing is very useful to him."

"Hermione." Neville smiled broadly when he saw an acquaintance.

Hermione smiled back.

A few people were about to walk to the center of the square, when they turned around, they suddenly saw the blond Malfoy looking behind them, followed by two tall and large followers, who happened to block their way.

"Malfoy." Hermione frowned immediately, "What are you going to do?"

Malfoy was staring at the memory ball in Neville's hand and did not respond to Hermione. He just glanced at Meka, sneered, and turned away.

Apparently he still remembered Meka hitting him on the bridge of the nose.

The two followers also walked away.

Meka shook his head and laughed. This guy is quite vindictive and he still remembers the beginning of school.

Rolanda Hooch, the flying instructor, soon arrived.

She has brilliant short silver hair, piercing eyes, like the eyes of an eagle. She wears a white shirt with a formal black robe, and a pair of short boots for easy movement.

The Hogwarts flying expert looked around, looked at the students present, and smiled:

"It is a pleasure to teach you flying lessons. I am your flying lesson professor, Rolanda Hooch."

"You can call me Mrs. Huo Qi, or Professor Huo Qi."

Mrs. Hooch asked people to distribute the brooms under their feet. These brooms are called flying broomsticks in the magic world. They are commonly used flying tools, or vehicles, for wizards.

After Meka got it, she touched the broom lightly and saw golden lines all over it, full of mystery.

Some students came into contact with this kind of flying prop for the first time, and they were so happy that they couldn't put it down.

The other students were also very excited and talked a lot.

There is a game called "Quidditch" in the wizarding world, which is as popular as football in the real world.

The scoring system is similar to that of football, except that in Quidditch you ride a broom and hit flying 'balls' into the net to score points. Students usually like to talk about which Quidditch team won the game last month, and broomsticks have become people's favorite products and tools.

Seeing that they all liked it, Mrs. Huo Qi couldn't help but smile and said: "This will be your partner in the classroom from now on. You must take good care of it."

When she saw someone brave enough to ride on a broom, pretending to fly, she immediately straightened her face and scolded: "Don't try it in a hurry. Do you want to try the feeling of falling from the sky?"

The bold students were glared at by her and had no choice but to put away their brooms.

"Flying is a science. Don't think that you have great talents. Conceit will only breed stupidity."

Mrs. Huo Qi then withdrew her gaze and introduced the key to getting started with broom flying:

Resonance, magic diversion, and a calm mind.

With the help of magical resonance, you can create a connection with the broomstick, which determines whether you can fly.

Magic diversion allows the magic power of the body to communicate with the broomstick. It is the key to controlling the speed of the broomstick and also plays an auxiliary role in controlling the direction.

A calm mentality enables the person driving the broom to make effective decisions and judgments when facing danger, avoid danger, or stop losses in time.

The first two are closely related to the wizard's talent. Generally speaking, people with excellent magic talent have advantages that others do not have in controlling flying broomsticks, and can get started and become proficient faster.

After Mrs. Huo Qi explained the key to flying, she demonstrated it herself.

She flew into the air on a broomstick and hovered at low altitude. For a moment, her speed was as fast as a shot arrow, causing the students to marvel and shout.

She stopped flying and taught the students how to land in times of crisis. At this moment, a classmate suddenly screamed and flew straight into the sky on his broomstick.

A crystal-like sphere fell to the ground. After rolling for a while, it fell into the crowd and disappeared.

Hermione screamed: "Neville!"

Meka didn't react, the accident came suddenly.

He was just surprised, and when he raised his head, he saw Neville ascending high into the sky, wandering among the towers, barely able to control his direction.

Neville's face was already wrinkled with fear. He swung along with the broom, and the broom was so fast that he almost hit the surrounding buildings every time, or flew vertically upside down and hit the ground.

It is conceivable that if they really collided, it would be a scene of chaos.

Harry also pursed his lips tightly, extremely nervous.

He and Neville often ate together in the auditorium and had long been friends.

"Get Madam Pomfrey from the school hospital."

Madam Hooch pointed at two students and gave them an order. With a whistle, she was already driving her broomstick to chase Neville.

Most of the students were silent, worried about seeing the bloody scene. If it really happened, they would be traumatized by picking up a flying broomstick in the future.

Fortunately, just when Neville was about to hit the ground, Madam Hooch finally caught him.

She breathed a sigh of relief and put Neville on the ground.

Neville was so scared that his face turned pale and he lay on the ground weakly, then he remembered that something on his body was lost.

"Where's the ball?" He groped around his body, twisted his neck, and shouted hoarsely in Harry's direction:

"Ball."

As soon as he said this, he fainted.

Harry heard what he said and was stunned: "What ball?"

Seeing Neville fainted, Madam Hooch quickly checked Neville's body and shouted: "Is Madam Pomfrey here?"

Someone responded: "No."

Madam Hooch hurriedly called someone to follow her to send Neville to the school hospital.

With such an incident in the flying class, the class can't be held.

After a thrilling experience, everyone finally let go of their worries and started talking about it.

"Where's the ball?" Hermione shouted, "Neville's memory ball is gone."

Harry then realized that the ball Neville was talking about was the memory ball that Neville received from home when he was having dinner in the hall a few days ago.

Ron patted his shoulder and said, "Look, it's there."

Harry turned around and saw Malfoy holding a beautiful crystal ball in his hand, playing with it back and forth in his hand.

"Malfoy," Harry said, "Give me Neville's memory ball."

Malfoy glanced at him and smiled, "Why?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "Well, if you can catch up with me, I'll give you this ball."

Without waiting for Harry to speak, he drove the flying broom and suddenly soared into the sky.

This action caused a scream, thinking it was another accident.

But Malfoy soon hovered in the air, looking very familiar with the flight, and smiled at Harry below: "Come on, Harry."

"Don't go."

Hermione was angry and anxious, and advised, "Harry, you have never touched a flying broom. It is too dangerous to fly rashly like this, and Madam Hooch is not here."

"This..." Harry hesitated and held the broom without moving.

Malfoy pretended to throw the memory ball, and said with a smile:

"If you don't come, I will let go. If this ball falls from here, it will be broken into pieces, right?"

Harry thought that Neville's words were directed at him, probably asking him to keep the memory ball.

The kindness in his heart made him grit his teeth, and the broom suddenly flew into the air and bumped.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted hurriedly: "Madam Hooch said, stay focused and calm!"

Harry took a deep breath, and the broom below finally stabilized.

He tried to fly low for a while, and after making sure he could control the broom, he suddenly accelerated and headed towards Malfoy.

Malfoy was startled and a little surprised.

He didn't expect Harry to be so talented in flying.

He quickly reacted and accelerated suddenly, pulling away from Harry.

The two chased each other for a while, attracting the attention of all the students. For a while, the two flew too high and too far and disappeared from sight.

Malfoy seemed to enjoy this feeling of being in the spotlight. He watched Harry grit his teeth and chased him. At one point, he pulled Harry so far that he couldn't see the figure, so he laughed triumphantly.

Who knew that a figure suddenly jumped up from the ground, passed in front of him, and swept the memory ball from his hand.

"Oh no." Harry was shocked. He didn't expect the ball to be too slippery and his hand didn't catch it.

Harry quickly turned around and rushed to the ground, reaching out to grab it, but the ball fell very fast.

Hermione hurriedly took out her wand and wanted to cast a spell to save the ball in the air.

The crystal-like sphere reflected the bright sunlight and fell straight down. It was about to fall to the ground, and suddenly a hand reached out and caught it.

Harry exhaled, and the flying broom stopped.

Hermione patted her chest and said with lingering fear: "It's okay, it's okay."

Meka threw the broom in his other hand to the ground and sighed. He really didn't have the talent for this now.

He put the memory ball into his arms with his other hand.

He smiled at Malfoy who was chasing him.

Malfoy stretched out his hand and said coldly: "Meka Anders, give me the ball."

Meka smiled and said: "Why?"

Malfoy was stunned. This sentence sounded familiar.

He looked at Meka's smiling face and was furious.

"Hmph!" Malfoy snorted coldly: "Do you dare to bet with me once?"

Meka said, "Oh," and asked curiously, "What are you betting on?"

"Betting on the ball." Malfoy said, "Whoever wins will own the ball."

Meka was surprised: "Is the ball yours?"

Malfoy choked and sneered, "What if it's not? As long as the thing is in my hand, no one dares to take it from me."

"Oh?" Meka took out the memory ball from his arms and asked in confusion, "The memory ball is in your hand?"

Malfoy choked again.

"Betting thirty gold Galleons." He changed his words and said, "There is a tower in the south, which is full of abandoned classrooms and warehouses. Usually no one goes there. At eleven o'clock in the evening, on the sixth floor, we will solve the problem with magic."

"If you win, I will give you thirty gold Galleons. If you lose, you give me thirty..."

Malfoy uttered an "oh", slapped his head in annoyance, and said with a smile: "Look, I'm confused. I forgot that you are different from me. You should not have 30 gold Galleons, right? If you lose, just give me the memory ball."

"What? Do you dare?"

Meka only heard the words 30 gold Galleons, and felt that Malfoy was really rich.

Before he responded, Harry came over, put away his flying broom, and said:

"I have money, I'll bet with you."

...

The flying class ended and the students left.

Meka and his group had just left the square and were walking through the corridor to the auditorium for dinner when they ran into Professor Quirrell.

"Professor." Hermione greeted politely.

Professor Quirrell smiled and nodded in response, and walked over.

Meka turned his head and looked at his back as he left, wondering what he was doing here?

Before he figured it out, he was pulled by Ron.

Ron urged, "What are you daydreaming about? Meka, it's important to eat. I heard that we can eat all you can today..."

Professor Quirrell stopped at the corner of the corridor, looking at the figures of Harry and his group, and smiled.

He was attracted by the high-altitude chase between Malfoy and Harry. He originally came to watch the fun, but he didn't expect to get an unexpected reward.

A hoarse voice said, "Excellent bait."

"Yes."

Professor Quirrell responded, as if talking to himself, "I will lead them to the three-headed dog tonight and use them to test whether what the magical animal expert said is true."

"Very good." The hoarse voice praised, and suddenly changed the subject:

"It would be better if this so-called savior could stay there forever."

Quirrel heard this and said in surprise, "Master, do you also believe in the prophecy of salvation?"

"Just be prepared." The hoarse voice said indifferently,

"Since there may be a threat to me, it is better to get rid of it at the same time."

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