Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The black-haired old man Rowan Sandler saw that Ste still didn't know what to ask. He shook his head and laughed:

"I checked your file, and I don't know if I didn't read it. In just a few years, you violated discipline twenty-seven times, including smuggling, kickbacks, abuse of public power, and shielding subordinates, causing direct or indirect losses to the guild of hundreds of thousands of galleons. "

"All of them are so unsightly that you should tell me every one of them?"

"Oh?" Meka Anders in the stands was surprised. This guy has actually done so many bad things? In this way, it is indeed a big cancer in the magic world, well done.

Ste's expression changed when he heard this. He asked himself that he had handled these matters very cleanly, so how could he be found out?

"You are very efficient in doing things, but you are too conceited. You always think that you can cover the sky with one hand. This is a bad habit." The black-haired old man Rowan smiled and said

"Also, there is the matter of Rickman. I don't believe your wording either."

Ste quickly denied: "I have asked the professors at Hogwarts to confirm this matter, and it indeed has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" said the black-haired old man Rowan,

"I just came from Rickman's place. The scene was handled very well, and even I couldn't find anything suspicious. This shows that you are very careful, but no matter how carefully you arrange the scene, you still can't hide the fact."

Ste denied again: "This matter has absolutely nothing to do with me, I dare to swear to Merlin."

The black-haired old man Rowan shook his head and did not listen to his excuses. He looked solemn:

"I now suspect you of killing guild members and want to arrest you and bring you back to the guild for investigation. Do you have any objections?"

Ste's expression changed continuously, and suddenly he moved and put the wand on Madam Pomfrey's neck. He threatened:

"Get out of the way, let me get out of here, otherwise she will die with me!"

Madam Pomfrey's expression was tense, and she felt like flames were coming out of her neck, and the scorching heat was corroding her skin.

"You." The black-haired old man Rowan sighed.

He apologized to Professor Dumbledore, "I've caused you trouble. I'm afraid that my lack of academic skills will hurt the professor of your school, and you will need your help to arrest him."

Professor Dumbledore's silver hair was fluttering in the wind. He adjusted his silver moon-shaped glasses and said with a smile: "If you are somewhere, you are a guest from afar. As a host, you should do a favor."

He flicked his sleeves without even saying a spell, and the firelight flickered in his pupils.

Sturt was suddenly shocked. The flame spell on the wand actually backfired, and the surging flames swallowed up his entire arm. He quickly threw away the wand, and a golden flame cage instantly enveloped him and imprisoned him in place.

The students present immediately exclaimed.

The black-haired old man was amazed: "As expected of you, Professor Dumbledore."

He stepped onto the stand, stretched out his wand, and St. Willis, who was imprisoned in the flame cage, suddenly passed out. He pointed again, and a white light flashed, and a figure floated behind him.

When the black-haired old man Rowan passed Professor Quirrell, his eyes paused: "You..."

"Hello...Hello..." Professor Quirrell's face was stiff.

He felt a force probing his body, and he could only stand there, not daring to move.

The black-haired old man Rowan shook his head and smiled, "I must have seen it wrong."

He walked down the stand and said goodbye to several professors. The Potions Guild staff who stayed here also came, and the group left with the professors sending them off.

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The Quidditch match had twists and turns, and finally came to an end after half an hour.

When the host congratulated Harry Potter and Gryffindor for winning the Golden Snitch in an astonishing tone, thunderous applause broke out and lasted for a long time. Harry made a comeback against the wind and captured the Golden Snitch for the team. He scored 150 points, completely won the game, and was thrown into the sky with cheers from his teammates.

"Congratulations, Harry, for winning the first Quidditch trophy in your life." When walking out of the field, Meka was happy for Harry. He patted Harry on the shoulder and told him jokingly that this was That first trophy, and more to come, would probably fill the bottom of his bed.

Harry was so praised that he scratched his head and turned red: "I'm not that good. Maybe this will be the last trophy."

"Who says he's not awesome? Harry, that time you caught the Golden Snitch, my god, I'm afraid no other Quidditch player can do it except you..." Ron immediately retorted, he was very excited, he was a A true Quidditch fan.

Harry's face turned red again at the praise: "That's not my fault alone, it's the fault of the entire Gryffindor team, including of course all the Gryffindors cheering for us in the stadium."

Hermione, who had been quiet all this time, looked solemnly when she mentioned the several abnormal situations he had experienced on the field.

"Do you feel like someone is targeting you maliciously?"

Harry also looked unhappy when he heard this topic. He nodded and said:

"The Bludger and my broomstick must have been controlled, but I've been looking for it for a long time to no avail. I don't know where the man is hiding at the scene."

He said with a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, when the professors came later, that person gave up."

Several people walked towards Gryffindor's dormitory while talking.

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"What happened?" Professor Quirrell left the Quidditch field and walked on the bright corridor. He touched the side of his face, feeling a little confused.

Why did Cooper notice something wrong with his profile, but this obviously powerful figure from the Potions Guild had stopped to look at it, but didn't seem to notice it?

"Quirinas." The hoarse voice was a little weak,

"This old guy from the Potion Guild has abnormal perception ability, so I cast a spell in advance to cover you up, but it didn't take long for me to wake up, and these two invisible games consumed me too much energy."

Professor Quirrell suddenly realized that it was this same man who was covering up the death scene of Cooper Rickman last time, so that he could hide it from everyone. He quickly thanked him in panic, and then asked: "Then how can I help you recover?"

"The Forbidden Forest." The hoarse voice said, "The bright unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, their blood is especially suitable for me now. Go, I need a lot."

"Unicorn?" Quirrell was surprised. He had heard that the blood of this sacred creature was cursed, and those who drank it would have a difficult death, but the adult in his body sounded like he wanted to drink enough?

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At night, a snow-white owl took advantage of the moonlight, glided across the sparkling lake, and landed in front of a window. It rested its feet and made a cooing sound. There was a reply letter tied to its feet.

"Finally a letter." Meka smiled and stroked the owl's head.

He took down the letter and unfolded it. Sure enough, it was a letter from Knockturn Alley, signed Eva.

"I wrote this letter with excitement. Thanks to your blessing, I took the bottles of potion samples you sent and won orders from several famous customers for the potion shop. "

"You may not know how excited they were when they got these bottles of potion samples. Some even claimed that if I was unwilling to cooperate with him, he would lie at the door and not leave. As I write this, I I even snickered secretly, while my daughter Ariel looked at me strangely..."

"The potion problem seems to have been solved." Meka smiled.

The letter said that these high-profile customers were either big businessmen in other places or elders of some large families. Their demand was very high, so it would be impossible to cooperate with them in the potion store in her hands. It's too bad.

The part that was eroded by Ste Willis will eventually be taken back soon, Eva said she is very confident.

At the end of the letter, Eva thanked her several times again. She was really excited, her hands were probably shaking, and even the last words were inevitably a little distorted.

"Thank you for your help when our family was in trouble, and also thank you to the distinguished potion master. The gold galleons in the letter are my thank you gift. Since the cost of maintaining the potion shop has been too high recently, there is not much left. I hope you will Don't be disgusted."

"Oh? And thanks?" Meka took the envelope back, shook it, and indeed took out a gold-rimmed pocket.

"So light? Is it a bag that has been cast under a traceless stretching spell?"

He made a guess, and when he opened it, he saw that there was a large space in the bag, enough to fit a table. There were golden Galleons placed inside. After careful counting, there were as many as thirty gold galleons.

"Good things. The bag and the gold coins are both good things." Meka smiled and took out a gold galleons, flicked it, and listened to its crisp sound echoing in his ears.

"One part needs to be returned to the Weasley twins, and the other part needs to continue to purchase more materials from the Potions Guild to refine the potions and deliver them to Eva's order."

Meka quickly finished his plan. When he put away the gold Galleons, he felt the sound of waves echoing in his mind, and he suddenly felt something:

"Ryan's last wish is fulfilled."

Meka smiled, this was the greatest good news.

When it got late, he held the golden duelist medal in his hands and wanted to meet Ruian one last time in his dream.

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