Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

In the brightly lit room, the old man woke up from the darkness again. He looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, his expression getting colder.

He pointed to the door and said:

"You are not welcome here."

"go out."

"Wait a moment, Principal Black." Meka Anders opened the book in her hand, took out the yellowed newspaper, and replied:

"If you read this newspaper and still don't welcome me, then I will leave immediately."

He stepped forward, placed the newspaper on the table in front of the old man, and took a few steps back:

"There is a piece of news in the newspaper from ten years ago that reports on the current situation of your family. I'm sorry to tell you that the situation is not very good."

The old man didn't move for a moment, and stared at him coldly for a while before looking at the newspaper in his hand.

He unfolded the newspaper and flipped through its contents. Suddenly his eyes froze and he read over and over again.

"You don't believe it either, right?" Meka said at the right time,

"The Black family, which was supposed to be at its peak, has become like this after you left."

The old man was still reading the newspaper without any reaction, and didn't pay attention to Meka's meaning at all.

"I'm still young and haven't experienced what happened that year." Meka thought,

“But I asked someone about it, and there was something strange about this incident back then.

Your great-great-grandson, Mr. Sirius Black, is an arrogant but loyal man. The day before the accident, he and his good friend James Potter got together and had a great conversation. "

"The relationship between the two is very pure, they are both classmates, there is no interest involved or any conflict.

What kind of situation would make him suddenly decide to kill his friend? "

The old man was quiet for a long time, finally raised his head and said in a deep voice:

"Who framed him?"

"It's hard to say." Meka shook his head, "I'm just sure that this matter is an unjust case."

The old man was silent for a while and said, "I promise to trade with you."

Meka smiled and finally got Principal Black to agree to the deal. He made a promise to the old man:

"I can ensure that your great-great-grandson can be released from prison safely."

He was very sure, because he had the memory of his previous life, and he knew clearly that Sirius would leave the prison called "Azkaban" safely within a few years.

"Very good." The old man responded in a low voice, "In addition, send me a letter. It cannot be mailed. You must hand it over to the servants of the Black family in person."

Meka was surprised and didn't understand why it couldn't be mailed, but he didn't ask any more questions, he just asked who to give it to.

"The servant you are talking about refers to the old elf?"

"yes."

"No problem, but how do you know whether I have completed this commission?"

The old man replied: "I will leave the magic method in the letter. As long as the letter reaches the ancient house, I will naturally know it."

He took the letter from the drawer on his desk.

Meka hesitated and suggested:

"You'd better leave some means of protection. Your great-great-grandson will be imprisoned. Either the enemy is very powerful and can deceive everyone, or the enemy is someone close to him, so he is hard to guard against."

The old man gave him a surprised look, surprised that this young man would give such advice.

He lowered his head again, dipped in ink on the table and started writing, revising it repeatedly. When he finished the letter, he bit his finger and blood flowed out. He smeared the blood on the back of the letter, and the bloody lines flashed away and disappeared. on the letter paper.

After doing this, his face lost its color and became pale.

Meka took the letter, folded it briefly, and put it away without looking at it.

The old man was a little surprised: "You won't do a check-up? Aren't you afraid that I will write something detrimental to you?"

Meka smiled and said: "You are the principal of Hogwarts, and I am a student of Hogwarts. How could I suspect that my principal wants to harm me?"

The old man's eyes were moved, and he finally looked at the young man in front of him.

He nodded lightly and said, "Okay, very good."

…

Meka walked out of the room. The outside was gray, which was the original appearance of this space.

Bang, the door to the room closed automatically. He looked back, and when he turned around again, he suddenly noticed a change in front of his eyes, and there were golden words:

"A pact with Phineas Nigellus Black."

The golden text faded away like ink marks, and when it reappeared, it was another text:

"The optional legacy is:"

"1. The image becomes a magic spell."

"This is the secret that Phineas's portrait can speak. It was created by Phineas, a top wizard, when he was young. It was modified and molded over decades. It is a spell with astonishing effectiveness. This is why he can Get rid of the confusion and communicate directly with you. ”

"2. Transformation spell rune."

"This is the secret of the Black family's glory for hundreds of years. The Black family has studied runes, and after generations of accumulation, they can be used to improve the talent of transformation. This has made the Black people extremely good at transformation.

This rune fuses part of Phineas' mental power. As long as you absorb it into your body, you will not only gain an increase in your mental power talent, but also gain a higher level of transformation talent. "

"3. Skynet Curse."

"This is an excellent perception spell paired with the portrait spell. It was originally created by Phineas. As long as the portrait is there, even messages from thousands of miles away can be grasped. Phineas once relied on it to protect The whole of Hogwarts, he would know even if a fly flew into it."

Meka read each word with salivation. Principal Black was indeed the first principal in the history of Slytherin. It can be seen from these legacy that his talent is evident.

"The combination of the portrait-in-spirit spell and the Skynet spell is simply an astonishing intelligence network. As the saying goes, strategizing can lead to victory thousands of miles away. Isn't that what it is?"

Meka really wanted to take them all into his pocket, and his eyes would light up when he saw them, but unfortunately, he could only try his luck and get one of the treasures at random.

"The descendants of the Black family usually have better talent for transformation than ordinary pure-blood wizards. It turns out that they rely on this secret. The biography says that Principal Black once taught runes. I am afraid it is a family inheritance. reason."

Meka gained a lot of knowledge of transfiguration from the spirit in the painting, and was about to turn it into strength. The only thing missing was this talent.

"It's a pity that we can't have both."

Meka reluctantly watched the golden words disappear. He knew that he was about to wake up from his dream tonight.

…

"Fred, why are you alone? Where is George?"

Meka came to the dormitory of the Weasley twins. He knew that these two people knew many people and were well-informed, so he came to ask them about the address of the Black family. He wanted to send a letter to meet the old elf.

Fred was lying weakly on the bed, but when he saw Meka come in and knew that there was business to be done, he got up.

"George? That's just a traitor." Fred said angrily when talking about George, "He went into business on his own, taking private orders and pocketing the rewards. I couldn't wait to stuff him from the bed into the bathroom at night. ”

"Really?" Meka laughed, he was indeed amused.

"Don't talk about that." Fred said enthusiastically, "Why did you come to see me?"

Meka took out a silver Sickle from her arms, "I want to know the address of the Black family."

"The Black family?" Fred was surprised, "Do you have a personal relationship with the Black family? Listen to my advice. Now the Black family has a bad reputation. Don't get involved."

Meka smiled: "It's okay, I just delivered a letter for someone. Once the letter is delivered, it has nothing to do with me."

"That's good, that's good." Fred looked at the Silver Sickle in his hand, salivating, "What about the reward?"

Meka clapped Silverxico in the palm of her hand and said with a smile: "If you can write down the address of the Black family now, it will belong to you now."

When Fred heard this, he beamed: "The Black family is very hidden. Most people don't know where their ancestral home is, but fortunately I am well-informed."

He rummaged through the cabinets and found a business manual, which recorded the addresses of some big families. This was for the convenience of doing business with these big families in the future.

"Found it." Fred took out a pen and paper, copied it immediately, and handed it to Meka.

Meka exchanged Silver Sickle, joked with Fred for a few words, and asked about the servants of the Black family, and then left.

…

Back in the dormitory, Meka spent more than ten minutes and finally roughly wrote the letter.

He learned from Fred that this old servant was almost two hundred years old and had served the Black family for several generations. It has a withdrawn personality and is rarely willing to step out of the ancestral home, so if you want to make an appointment with it, there must be a reason that it cannot refuse.

Principal Black lived until 1926 and was the old master of this servant.

The master and servant have been together for many years, and Meka believes that as long as there is news about Principal Black, even if it is not necessarily true, the elf servant will be overjoyed and eager to know more news about his old master.

So Meka wrote this paragraph in the letter:

"For some reason, Principal Black left behind some means before his death to break through the boundaries of life and death and talk to people. He entrusted me to deliver a letter to you personally, saying that it is related to the future fate of the Black family."

"I am flattered and solemnly accept this commission, so I am writing to you at this moment, hoping to meet you in the 'Pig's Head Pub' not far from Hogwarts. If you wish, you can send a letter Seal, make an appointment.”

Meka polished it briefly and wrote the servant's name 'Kreacher' on the letter.

"Finally done."

Satisfied, he folded the letter, put it in the envelope, and asked Harry's owl to help him run around with the letter.

After doing this, Meka watched the owl fly away and smiled:

"Then, just wait for the reply."

…

During these days of waiting for a reply, Meka Anders focused on practicing potions. Because it was approaching the day when Professor Snape was going to check his homework, he was not distracted and stayed in front of the potion workbench almost all day.

Benefiting from his advanced potion talent and the sense of life brought by his vampire blood, his progress was astonishingly fast.

The sun was setting outside the window and the moon was rising. Day after day, he didn't feel bored. He was also preparing the potion for the meeting with the old servant of the Black family, so that he could hide it from everyone and go to the appointment quietly.

Soon, the day comes to check your homework.

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