Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

A group of people came to Cooper Rickman's office, including professors, who were all here to seek the truth.

"This..." Professor Flitwick was surprised.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a golden-haired figure lying against the wall, his chest pierced by a broken chair leg, and blood stained the wall behind him.

Everyone looked at each other, and there were tables and chairs around that were severely damaged, with all kinds of wood chips and broken wood thorns everywhere, and Cooper seemed to have been pushed to the ground in the fight, and just hit the broken chair leg and died.

"This is the letter that Cooper sent to the dark wizards." Ster showed them the "evidence" of Cooper's crime that he found.

The professors were circulating this letter, and in the letter, there were indeed some words about illegal transactions with dark wizards, explaining that he had traded potions and sold them to the most bloody and cruel force among dark wizards - the Death Eaters.

"The words in the letter are indeed consistent with Cooper's handwriting, and the Death Eater mark at the end is also correct. There are strange fluctuations on it, which are unique to the magic of Death Eaters."

The professors reached a consensus and handed the letter back to Ster.

After all, this is an internal matter of the Potion Guild, so this evidence will be sent back to the Potion Guild for further review by the top leaders of the Potion Guild.

"How could this be?" An accompanying staff member of the Potion Guild was in a trance.

He didn't believe that this cheerful team leader actually had such a side.

He cried loudly and wanted to rush over to hug the body of the blond young man who had always taken good care of him.

Someone stopped him: "Calm down, don't destroy the scene, we still need to distinguish the truth of the matter."

Everyone stayed in the room for a long time, and finally came to the previous conclusion:

"Cooper did die accidentally, and there was no magical fluctuation on his body; the evidence is also true, Cooper smuggled potions and sold them to Death Eaters."

"Things are unpredictable." The professors sighed, looking at the different expressions of the people in the Potion Guild, they walked out of the office.

"Professor Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall asked him if he saw anything wrong.

Professor Dumbledore shook his head: "All the evidence is good, all appropriate, and there is no doubt at all."

Professor McGonagall thought, there was something behind his words.

I'm afraid someone covered up the scene. It was precisely because there was no doubt that it seemed like a deliberately performed "play".

But this is an internal matter of the Potion Guild, and it is really not easy to get involved too deeply.

They walked into the night quickly.

...

The retro clock was moving, and time passed slowly.

Finally, Ding Dong, a crisp sound echoed in the night, and at the same time, a figure opened his eyes in the darkness.

"It's time."

Meka was a little sleepy, he patted his face to make himself more awake.

The night outside the window was hazy, he got up from the bed, came to the window quietly, and whispered.

His facial muscles suddenly moved, and the shadow on the ground struggled wildly. Soon, a black bat flapped its wings and flew into the night.

"This feeling of flying is really joyful."

Meka sighed, the whistling wind rushed towards him, and soon all his sleepiness was gone.

Every time he flapped his wings, he could feel the majestic and powerful wings, and he took advantage of the wind to fly like an arrow, leaving everything behind.

"St. Willis, I hope you won't let me down tonight."

Meka murmured in his heart. He flew through the deep night, flew out of the shade of the ancient trees above his head, and landed on the fence of a tower to rest for a while. Below was the office of Cooper and St., separated by only a wall.

A wild owl landed not far away, looking at him from a distance, just becoming his cover, erasing the abrupt appearance of a bat alone.

"It seems that there is no movement at all?" Meka frowned.

The room below was silent, with only a slight breath, which meant that someone had fallen asleep.

In the dark night, only the owl was stretching its wings, and all other creatures seemed to be hiding and motionless.

Finally, a figure walked out of the darkness, silently. He took a last look at the situation in the room and turned away.

"Who is this?" Meka was surprised.

Only then did he see that someone had been squatting here.

He wanted to see who this person was, but the figure was wrapped in a black robe and quickly blended into the night. He disappeared without seeing his face.

The breathing in the room stopped for a moment, and then quickly recovered. This change attracted Meka's attention.

"Did the people in the room notice that someone outside had left?"

"Everyone is very patient." Meka smiled silently.

He guessed that the people in the room were still worried and would probably wait for a while before there would be any movement.

Finally, the breathing sounds in the room dissipated, someone was walking, the door handle was turned, and a figure that blended with the surroundings walked out from under the tree in the distance, came to the door at his feet, and walked in.

"The person who was squatting left." Ster's voice sounded, "The traces of magic in the next room can no longer be covered up, and the means you left behind will disappear."

On the other side was a strange and deep voice: "I know, Willis, I came here for this."

The two figures quietly opened another door. No one knew what happened in the room. They stayed for a while and came out again.

Ster breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally I feel relieved."

The deep voice said: "Then I should leave."

"Aren't you going to leave your name?" Ste's voice said, "You borrowed my knife to kill people, but I haven't even seen their faces. This is too unfair to me."

"Don't be too curious, Willis. It's not good for you to know too much." The rich voice faded away, "Besides, if you don't have murderous intentions for Cooper Rickman, how can you listen to me? "

The figure disappeared into thin air in the distance, and the footsteps and voices quietly dispersed.

Ste closed the door to his room. He seemed to lie back on the bed, his breathing gradually became steady, and he really fell asleep.

"Interesting." Meka laughed silently.

He really couldn't identify who the strange voice was, but the smell of that person was so familiar to him, it was as dazzling as a bright bonfire at night, and he recognized it immediately.

"As expected, it has something to do with you, Professor Quirrell."

Meka sighed in his heart, flapped his wings, and a shadow disappeared into the darkness.

"Someone has to expose this."

His dark eyes fell on a familiar office in the distance, and he had an idea.

…

The clock ticked three o'clock in the morning.

A dark shadow passed by, leaving a note, and the hoot of an owl sounded in the night.

The door to the office opened, and Professor Snape looked far away, finally stopping at the string that fell off the owl's foot.

"Did someone send a note?"

Professor Snape picked up the note on the ground and unfolded it, his brows suddenly furrowed.

"St Willis once conspired with Quirinus Quirrell, and the two seemed to have an ulterior secret."

A beam of fire flashed, quickly burning the note in his hand.

"Quirinus Quirrell..."

Professor Snape murmured. He paced in place and thought. He quickly returned to the house and wrote a letter to his friend in the Potions Guild.

"Mr. Rowan Sandler, I'm sorry to write to you so late. Something unfortunate happened to your guild's staff here. The matter has been determined, but there are some doubts that I still don't understand..."

Professor Snape finished the letter, and whispers resounded in the night.

A blue elk walked out of the darkness, its body glowing softly. It flapped its hooves and made a subtle cry.

Snape stroked its head: "Go and take this letter to the Potions Guild."

The blue elk bit the envelope, and the figure walked out of the house, unexpectedly rose into the wind, climbed high into the sky, and disappeared from sight in an instant.

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The next day, the Quidditch match was held as scheduled, and the crowd was buzzing.

"Good morning, everyone, and welcome to the annual Quidditch Tournament at Hogwarts."

"The two sides in this match are the Gryffindor team and the Slytherin team..."

The host's passionate and high-pitched voice explained in the field, and the appearance of the teams of Gryffindor and Slytherin aroused enthusiastic cheers.

Harry was walking at the end of the Gryffindor team and was a little uncomfortable with the excitement. He, the only first-year member, was a bit eye-catching and attracted a lot of attention.

The game is about to start, and the players from both sides are ready and standing in the center of the field, just waiting for the whistle to blow.

"Strange." Meka was sitting in the audience and suddenly his eyes narrowed.

There are actually many empty seats in the stands dedicated to professors, and only a few people are sitting there, including Professor Quirrell, Madam Hooch, Madam Pomfrey...

"Both Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore are not here?"

Meka thought, are they still dealing with the Cooper Rickman incident last night?

At the other end of the stand, Professor Quirrell looked at Harry Potter from afar, and suddenly showed a stiff smile.

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