Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

Hogwarts Library.

Meka Anders stayed here for two hours, and while she was busy checking Principal Black's information, the three of Harry also arrived. They came to look for books related to "Quidditch" to help Harry participate in the next college quiz. Preparing for the Dodger Game.

The three of them were about to enter from the main entrance of the library, and Harry's face suddenly turned cold. They met a boy with light blond hair. It was Malfoy who had a fight with him but gave up.

Malfoy raised his head and saw a few people blocking the road. He smiled and said, "What? Are you blocking here so early in the morning? Do you want to cause trouble for me?"

Not to be outdone, Ron sneered: "How dare we find trouble with a shameless person? What if we get angry with such a person and make ourselves very angry?"

"Shameless?" Malfoy glanced at him sideways, his face suddenly turned cold, "Are you insulting me?"

"It's not insulting." Ron looked at him coldly, his aura weakened, and he snorted, "It's just telling the truth. You proposed a fight, but you didn't go, and let us go."

Malfoy groaned: "So that's what I'm talking about. I just happened to have something to do and couldn't go. It was too late to inform you at that time."

When Hermione heard this, she was unhappy and glared at him: "That's nonsense. Do you think you can hide Filch's matter?"

"Filch?" Malfoy looked at her in surprise, "What does this have to do with Filch?"

"It's a hidden trick." Hermione saw that he was acting and immediately exposed it.

Malfoy stared at her for a while, sneered, turned around and left without responding.

Two tall followers came from a distance and followed him. They seemed to have just come out of the school's Quidditch field, holding the batsman's bat and a black ball in their hands.

"Looks like it hit him where it hurts." Ron smiled happily.

"I almost forgot." Malfoy stopped and looked back at Harry, "I heard that you are planning to participate in the Quidditch match?"

Harry didn't give him a good look either: "What does this have to do with you?"

Malfoy smiled and said: "Of course it does matter. You are the only Quidditch player in the first grade. I am afraid that you will make a fool of yourself from the air and bring shame to our first grade, just like this..."

The dark ball slammed into Harry.

"Bludger?" Hermione was startled and recognized that it was an iron ball, used in Quidditch matches to knock down players in the air and prevent them from moving.

She hurriedly took out her wand and tried to chant a spell to stop the ball, but Malfoy's movements were without warning. The ball was traveling very fast and was too close, so there was no time.

Harry was also stunned. He didn't expect Malfoy to do this suddenly. He could only watch the black ball magnify in his field of vision.

"Veravito."

An obscure voice sounded from behind, and a white beam of light suddenly shot into the black Bludger.

The sphere suddenly squirmed and curled up in mid-air, bang! The next moment it suddenly expanded, exploding into countless pieces of cotton and falling on Harry's face.

"Transfiguration spell?" Malfoy was stunned for a moment and looked towards where the voice came from.

A young man with a calm temperament smiled at him. He put his wand into the lining of his black robe, stepped on black leather boots, and walked over slowly.

"So it's you." Malfoy said with a gloomy face, "Meka Anders."

Meka smiled and nodded. In response, he looked at Harry and asked:

"Why are you here too?"

Hermione glared at Malfoy fiercely, then turned to respond to Meka:

"In the last flying lesson, Harry's performance on the broomstick was seen by Professor McGonagall. She recommended Harry to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"Harry doesn't know much about Quidditch, so he came to the library to have a look."

"So that's it. Congratulations, Harry." Meka congratulated Harry, turned around and saw Malfoy still staring at her, and said in surprise,

"Why are you still here?"

Malfoy's face turned red with anger. He hated others ignoring him the most, and he responded coldly:

"It's none of your business, Anders."

"Potter." Malfoy looked at Harry and said sarcastically,

"You are too timid and not suitable for Quidditch. You should stay in bed. I'm afraid you will be frightened to the point of peeing on the field."

Harry knew that he was deliberately trying to provoke himself and make him angry, but he couldn't help but glared back in anger.

Ron was indignant and retorted on Harry's behalf, "If this Bludger hits you in the face, you will be scared and overwhelmed."

"Bludger?"

Malfoy pointed at the ball of cotton on the ground and laughed, "Do you really think that ball is a Bludger? It's just a Quaffle dyed in the wrong color and made of leather, you idiot."

He smiled and left, followed by two followers, swaggering.

Ron's face was already red with anger, and he said bitterly:

"I really want to kick him into the shithole."

"Don't be angry because of him, it's not worth it." Meka consoled him with a smile.

But Ron was not angry anymore, but Harry's face was ugly.

He had been fostered in the home of his aunt and uncle since he was a child. Whatever he did would be met with disapproval from his aunt, which inevitably gave rise to some inferiority complex. Malfoy's words made him completely unconfident.

Hermione was very attentive and noticed his changes, and carefully looked at his face: "Harry, do you remember the Hall of Honor we visited this morning?"

Harry nodded absently.

"Your Quidditch talent is very good," Hermione said. "Has Mr. James Potter not received enough Quidditch honors? You are his child, so you will naturally inherit some talents from your parents."

Harry hummed, his voice was not loud, but it was no longer so dull.

Meka smiled and patted his shoulder: "Harry, Hermione is right, your talent is innate, and it would be a loss for Quidditch if you don't play Quidditch."

Harry blushed after being praised by him, and it seemed that he had completely walked out of the haze.

Meka stayed for a while and left alone.

He happened to pass by when he was looking for a book and helped Harry. Now that he had nothing to do, he went back to look up information.

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A few more hours passed, the sun outside was getting hotter, and it was already noon.

Meka, who was exhausted, suddenly smiled and picked up a biography of Principal Black. After spending a whole morning, he finally saw some key information from this biography.

"Phineas Nigellus Black was born in the ancient Black family in 1847. He has three brothers and sisters, Sirius Black, Elladora Black, and Yola Black."

"In 1853, Phineas's elder brother, Sirius Black, passed away. This incident dealt a great blow to the young Phineas."

"Sirius?" Meka chewed on the name.

The book also contains a newspaper from a few years ago as a reference. There is a news report from ten years ago, reporting an event related to the Black family:

"On November 1, 1981, Sirius Black, the eldest son of the ancient Black family, was arrested and imprisoned on suspicion of murder. It is reported that the deceased is Sirius Black's good friend, James Potter, Lily Evans..."

"Informed sources revealed that Sirius Black and James Potter met at Hogwarts. The two had a close relationship, almost like brothers. James Potter trusted him very much and even let him be the godfather of his child. Who knew that Mr. Black would be willing to kill him? It's unbelievable."

"Poor Black family, now the eldest son is in prison, the second son is missing, and only an old elf is guarding the house alone."

"It turned out to be this Black family." Meka smiled and finally confirmed the family situation of Principal Black. As long as he showed this newspaper to Principal Black, he would have the idea of ​​​​a deal.

Meka smiled and closed the book. He asked the librarian about Sirius Black, borrowed the book after getting permission, and walked out of the library.

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Night.

Meka Anders held his self-portrait and rested his head on the biography of Blake. The fatigue of the whole day surged in his heart, and he fell asleep soon.

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(I sent the wrong chapter, so I uploaded it. I will update it twice a day, and there is one more update left today)