Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"Meow~~~"

A sharp cat cry sounded in the night, no longer lazy as before, followed by footsteps, approaching the restricted area at a rapid speed.

"Is Filch back? The footsteps are chaotic. Is there anyone else coming with him?"

Meka's heart was beating fast. He was worried that someone would follow Filch. Filch was just an ordinary person. He could easily conceal it, but if a professor came, it would be hard to say.

He listened to the sound becoming clearer and clearer, and his mind was turning frantically, thinking about whether to take the book away? If he took it away, would it cause a bigger commotion?

"Opportunities and crises coexist." Meka changed his mind and decided to do it.

He put the leather ancient book into his arms, whispered in the dark, his body was changing, and suddenly he felt that the ancient book in his arms was beating, as if it came alive, and there was a sound coming from his arms, and the movement was getting louder and louder.

"What's going on?" Meka quickly stopped chanting and took out the ancient book.

The black leather ancient book actually grew a pair of sharp teeth under the title, like a vicious beast, it was biting something, and the teeth in its mouth made a knocking sound, which made people feel sour.

When he looked at it, the black leather ancient book seemed to sense it, and it stopped moving its mouth, opened its mouth as if stunned, and then it was about to scream!

"No!" Meka reacted immediately, and he immediately blocked the mouth tightly on the edge of the bookshelf to prevent it from opening.

He understood the reason why the ancient book suddenly moved, because he sensed that there were familiar light spots jumping around in the body. This was the magic fluctuations silently radiating, which were captured and swallowed by the ancient book, giving it energy.

"This is not easy." Meka frowned, he realized the difficulty of taking the book out.

If the magic is not superb and the magic fluctuations in the body cannot be controlled, even if he can use Animagus to take the book out of the forbidden book area, he will become the focus in the dark, because he carries a screaming ancient book with him.

He looked at the yellow bell that was making a sound again, thought for a moment, and put the ancient book back. The sound of the bell stopped, and he was completely convinced.

If the book is not returned to its place, the bell will give a warning. If it is carried with it, the fluctuation of magic power will cause the ancient book to "revive", scream, and become a "light bulb" at night.

"In short, you have to find a good opportunity to take the book out."

Meka regretted that if the "soul membrane" was completely formed today, he could take a gamble today, but the risk is too high now. I am afraid that I have to wait until the next chaos to fish in troubled waters and take the book away.

He was sharp-eyed and saw a light in the distance through the gap in the window. Who would turn on the light for no reason at this late hour? Could it be that someone was startled by the sound of the bell? He was a little surprised that the sound could spread so far?

"Fortunately, Filch is an ordinary person and does not understand magic."

Meka was sure that Filch was the only one outside, so he dared to stay here. The sound was getting closer and closer, and he saw someone startled in the distance. He knew it was time to leave.

"I'll come to see you next time."

Meka patted the cover of the ancient book, reluctant to leave.

He gave up the idea of ​​opening the window and flying out. Filch was the only one there, so there was no need. Moreover, if one of the closed windows suddenly opened, everyone would realize that someone had indeed visited here, and even leave more clues, letting people know that this person knew how to fly, or at least knew Animagus.

"Alaho!" Meka quickly used a spell to open the door, and then grabbed the edge of the door with his hand and closed it by inertia, not daring to touch the dusty brass handle.

The door closed with a click, and he had turned into a black bat again, moving through the darkness and disappearing into the night.

Not long after, the skinny Filch came late. He looked at the dust on the brass door handle, listened to the movement inside, and showed a surprised look:

"It seems that there is no one? Or did someone leave?"

No one answered him, only Mrs. Norris at his feet made a lazy cry and rubbed his feet with her tail.

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In the dark night, the golden moonlight happened to be blocked by the clouds, leaving only a brilliant corner.

A black bat soared silently in the sky, flapping its wings and galloping in the wind.

"Huh? In that direction, it seems to be the Forbidden Forest?"

Meka stared at the distance in surprise. In a dense jungle, a flash of light flashed, like lightning, but it was silent. It was estimated that no one noticed it in the dark night, but it happened to be observed by it in an excellent position at high altitude.

"Someone is casting magic in the Forbidden Forest. Is he hunting?" Meka thought.

He circled in the air for a while, and when he saw no more movement, he flew away. No matter how curious he was, he would never go to see such a thing. There was no benefit, and it was easy to be killed by curiosity.

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In the Forbidden Forest, a white light like lightning struck the head of an eight-eyed giant spider, and the huge spider head exploded with a bang, breaking into pieces, and a large amount of disgusting venom and sticky body fluids fell like a torrential rain.

"Still no results." Professor Quirrell, wearing a black robe, avoided the green slime falling from the sky. He pulled the brim of his hat and sighed.

He knew that unicorns existed in the Forbidden Forest, but when he came here to look for them, he found that this magical creature that emits light was so difficult to find at night.

How many days and nights have passed, and he has walked through at least a quarter of the Forbidden Forest, but he has not seen even a hair dropped by a unicorn. If he wants to find a unicorn, he may have to find another way.

"There are races with human heads and centaurs living in the Forbidden Forest. They should be familiar with the Forbidden Forest. Perhaps we can start from them?" Professor Quirrell thought.

"Go to the restricted books section of Hogwarts." A hoarse voice spoke,

"I remember someone did a survey on the habits of magical animals in the Forbidden Forest and recorded them in a book. Maybe there are records of unicorns among them."

"Go to the restricted books section?" Professor Quirrell was stunned. This was a direction he had never considered.

He quickly considered whether he could apply directly to the school to enter, but he quickly denied this idea. Unicorns are very rare. The death of each one would probably attract attention, and he who applied to read this book would definitely be the first person to be investigated.

The hoarse voice hummed: "But since I entered there and caused some things, the supervision should be stricter now. You may have to make some preparations yourself."

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Christmas is coming, and the festive atmosphere is even stronger.

It's snowing outside again. The snow is all over the sky. Meka is sitting alone in the dormitory. Snow drifts into the windowsill and falls on the book he is reading.

"It's snowing again?" He wrapped his robe tightly around him and was about to close the window when he suddenly froze.

He saw that the blood-colored 'rose' on the back of his hand had completely withered and dimmed. At the same time, a stream of heat flowed through his mind and spread all over his body, with a bright light emanating from his body.

"The 'blood fetus' has completely exhausted its potential, and the soul membrane' has finally taken shape?" Meka was surprised.

He hurried back to the bed and closed his eyes to sense it.

In the darkness, a black bat figure emerged. Its body emitted a hazy luster, and silver lines derived from its wings spread all over its body, making it a little weird. It looked holy under the white light, and evil because of its dark and sharp face.

The silver light did not last long, and the mysterious lines disappeared under the skin after the light faded. Only a pair of originally dark eyes emitted a faint purple luster in the darkness.

"The existence of the 'soul membrane' has made this bat completely mature." Meka smiled.

He knew that when he used Animagus again, the magic fluctuations would be completely restrained. As long as he did not show strange behavior, most wizards would probably think he was just an ordinary bat.

"With this layer of 'soul membrane', we can prepare to explore the restricted area again."

Meka was excited. Christmas was coming, something was about to happen, and with this membrane, the opportunity to enter the restricted area again was coming.

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