Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The old elf Kreacher unfolded the letter tremblingly. He just glanced at the beginning and burst into tears: "It's the old master's handwriting, it's the old master's handwriting..."

It knew that with its old master here, the Black family to which it had been loyal all its life could be saved.

The letter is not very long and the handwriting is friendly. It says:

"Kreacher, I'm sending this letter from the underworld. I need you to do something on my behalf to save the declining Black family."

"I already know the news about my great-great-grandson, Sirius. I have entrusted someone to help rescue him, but I need your constant attention. Regarding the disappearance of Sirius' brother Regulus, please write a letter in my name. Please Come to my former Slytherin student for help. The address is..."

"I made a lot of friends during my lifetime, and there were a lot of powerful people there, but I'm no longer alive, so I'm afraid these connections are no longer very useful. But I still have some methods left for you to use."

Kreacher watched hungrily, weeping and wiping away. It was so excited that it crawled on the chair.

The old master still has some connections left behind, but most of them are people he has benevolenced in the past and have reliable relationships. With these people here, as long as the old master sends a specific message, they will help the Black family get back on their feet, and secretly Protect Black's descendants.

At the end of the letter, there was a blood-stained sentence:

"This letter can save your life at a critical moment. After Sirius returns, leave the letter to him for safekeeping."

"Remember to keep it close to him and never take it off under any circumstances."

Kreacher recited it repeatedly to make it memorable and not to forget such an important event.

Its voice was trembling and sharp, echoing faintly in the historic ancestral house. In the darkness, a self-portrait hanging on the stairs suddenly opened its eyes.

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Hog's Head Bar.

Hagrid looked at the strange man who came uninvited in front of him in surprise. He asked politely: "Who are you?"

Professor Quirrell responded with a smile: "I just came here. I am a traveler from the south. I want to tell you about the magical animals around here. I am very interested in them."

These words sounded like those rogue poachers, and Hagrid's face darkened: "You want to hunt them?"

"No, no." Professor Quirrell waved his hand quickly.

"I am a fan of magical animals. This trip is to find more magical animals, observe and understand their habits. I have absolutely no intention of imprisoning or killing them."

Hagrid was dubious and stared at Quirrell's covered face: "You are dressed very strangely, you don't look like a good person."

Professor Quirrell explained: "I got a strange disease during the trip. Herpes appeared on my face. The locals said it was contagious because I had to cover my face."

Professor Quirrell spoke again, and his sincere attitude finally dispelled Hagrid's doubts. He pretended to be the same fan of magical animals as Hagrid, and the two of them talked about many topics related to magical animals.

"Speaking of these large magical animals." Hagrid regretted, "I have raised many, including eight-eyed spiders, three-headed dogs... I originally wanted to raise another dragon, but dragons are too rare here, and I have never had the chance. ”

Professor Quirrell's eyes lit up when he heard this. He said oh and laughed, "You want to raise a dragon? That's a coincidence. I happened to collect a dragon egg a few days ago and I still have it with me. "

He took out another light-colored bag from his arms and threw it in front of Hagrid.

Hagrid caught it hurriedly. He glanced at Professor Quirrell and opened the bag after getting his approval.

There was indeed a black egg inside, with mysterious raised lines on it, and it moved from time to time, as if it hadn't been long since it hatched.

"Are they really dragon eggs?" Hagrid beamed. He had absolutely no resistance to these little creatures.

Professor Quirrell smiled and said: "Can I still lie to you? It's useless for me to keep this dragon egg. I rarely raise such a big magical animal. I'm afraid I won't be able to raise it, so I just gave it to you."

"this……"

Hagrid was very torn. With his simple nature, he really liked the little creatures in dragon eggs, but he also knew that dragon eggs were rare and should not be taken away from others.

He thought again and again and pushed his pocket back: "It's better to keep this dragon with you. If you don't know how to raise it, I can teach you."

Quirrell's face was serious and he said displeasedly: "I said I would give this to you, what? You don't recognize me as your friend?"

Hagrid blushed and hesitated to explain that this was not the case.

Quirrell used the excuse that he had to travel and didn't have time to take care of it on the way, so he finally let Hagrid accept the dragon egg.

Hagrid was as excited as a child. He opened his pocket and observed it for a long time, then reluctantly put it away and clinked his glasses with Quirrell.

At this time, someone was playing pickle, which is a popular local card game. They were playing enthusiastically, so Quirrell suggested playing pickle.

The two drank and played cards. Two hours later, Hagrid was red in the face, drunk, and started talking nonsense.

Professor Quirrell tried a few words, knowing that he was unconscious.

"Hagrid, do you know what the three-headed dog is afraid of?" Quirrell asked with a smile. He wanted to find a better way to deal with the three-headed dog.

Although the nettles and sulfur powder from last time worked, as long as he touched the iron door leading to the secret passage, it would cause the three-headed dog to go crazy. He had no chance to open the door of the secret passage and enter.

Hagrid lay on the table, heard Quirrell's words, and replied incoherently: "I...I don't know." "

Professor Quirrell's face darkened when he heard this. Could it be that tonight's efforts were in vain?

"But my furry..." Hagrid burped, "it will fall asleep when it hears music, and it will scream no matter how hard it is...can't wake it up..."

Professor Quirrell smiled again. He ignored Hagrid, got up and left the Hog's Head Bar, disappearing into the night.

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In the early morning night, everything is silent.

Just when Professor Quirrell left the Pig's Head Bar, Meka, who was already asleep in the dormitory, suddenly shook his body and entered the dream space.

The fire in the fireplace was burning, and the old man was no longer sitting at the table. He was standing in front of the portraits of the previous principals, seeming to be reminiscing. By the time Meka Anders arrived, his body had gradually become transparent, and he Gotta go.

"Thank you for your help, young man." He turned around and bowed to Meka to thank him.

Meka was startled and quickly avoided his gift: "This is my honor, Principal Black. The letter has been taken away by Kreacher. I think it should be safely returned to the ancestral home."

"I can feel it." The old man nodded in response, "There is a portrait of me in the ancestral house, which resonates with the method I left in the letter. I received this message immediately, so I asked you to come here from your sleep. "

Light spots flew up from his body, and his face gradually became broken, like scraps of paper flying around. He smiled and said:

"I'm about to leave, and I want to give you something before I leave."

"This is a deal." Meka shook his head, "You don't owe me anything."

"The less you want it, the more I want to give it to you." The old man laughed, took out a golden quill from his arms, and threw it to Meka, "Take it, this is the only thing I have left, although It’s not precious, but I believe it will help you.”

The old man couldn't refuse at all. He seemed to suddenly give up resistance, and most of his body disappeared. The silver light spots in the sky were like heavy snow flying, which was very spectacular.

"Principal Black?" Meka was surprised at how quickly he disappeared, but she had no choice but to watch him disappear.

The old man's last face disappeared in the 'heavy snow', and his concerned voice became distant.

"The Black family..."

Mekar held the light quill tightly, raised his hand to say goodbye, and said loudly:

"Principal Black, thank you for your gift."

The old man responded with laughter, and his voice echoed in the space. Soon, the entire house shattered and flew away in the wind.

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Meka sat quietly alone in this gray wilderness. He waited for a while and saw a golden rain of light falling from the sky. The golden rain fell on his face, which was ice cold.

He knew that Principal Black's legacy was coming.

"Obtain the legacy of Phineas Nigellus Black: the Rune of the Transformation Curse."

"This is a rune that can be carved and hidden in the body. After many years of cultivation by Phineas, this rune has absorbed abundant spiritual power and can combine with the host, making the rune Perfectly integrated into the body, it’s like the human body has an extra organ.”

When Meka was reading these words, blood lines first appeared on his face, spreading from the center of his eyebrows, and soon spread all over his body, with red light flashing.

He lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves, saw the exquisite and mysterious lines on his hands and arms, and marveled at the skillful workmanship of the Black family.

Meka soon felt the heat, as if there was a furnace hidden in his body. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and the clothes on his body were quickly soaked. A physical transformation was underway.

This transformation went deep into the body, red light overflowed from the body, the blood all over the body boiled, the blood vessels seemed to be burning, and the body was already red with heat.

He felt an unusual burning pain on the back of his right hand. When he lowered his head, he saw that the blood traces of the vampire were so bright red that they actually combined with the blood lines of the runes to form a lifelike bloody rose.

This change involved blood, and he vaguely felt that the vampire's natural Animagus seemed to have undergone some kind of change.

The blood lines on his body glowed brighter, and Meka quickly closed his eyes. He gritted his teeth and persisted. The burning pain on the back of his right hand spread to his whole body. It was really painful.

For a while, the pain was so severe that his teeth were about to break, but he still held back and did not yell out because he was afraid that he would also scream out in his sleep.

After this pain, the heat in his body subsided, and he soon realized that the changes were ending.

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