Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

A few days later, Christmas finally arrived.

On the corridor outside the dormitory, the colorful ribbons and lush green leaves on the Christmas tree swayed in the cold wind.

Most of the students at Hogwarts left school and went home in the evening, and the entire castle became much quieter. On this night, Meka Anders received a Christmas gift from afar.

"Oh? Is it from Knockturn Alley?" Meka smiled.

He unfolded the letter, and Ryan Rickman's wife Eva wished him and the "mysterious potion master" a happy Christmas in the letter, and attached two gifts, one for him and one for the "mysterious potion master".

She also described the delivery of the potion order in the letter, and was excited about it, thinking that the future was promising.

"The North Asia family in the north, after receiving a batch of magic potions they purchased, signed a new order with me within ten days. The magic potions they needed were more than six times the last time."

"One of them said that he hadn't seen magic potions of this quality for a long time. What's more rare is that each bottle of magic potion is of excellent quality and the quality is quite stable, which is beyond everyone's expectations.

He told me that such potions will be snapped up at a crazy speed when they flow into the market, and there will be no surplus."

Eva said that because of this, the North Asia family reached a permanent partnership with her, hoping that she could continue to provide such magic potions to their family.

At the same time, the North Asia family, as a well-known northern family, will cover all the remaining magic potions for her. They also purchased a lot of magic potions of each ordinary quality in return.

"It seems that my magic potion is still quite popular." Meka smiled.

He had a feeling that the potion would be very popular, but he did not expect that his success rate and stable quality would be the biggest selling point. After all, how could an ordinary potion master handle such a large order, and how could he keep every bottle of potion at the best quality.

"The gift is in the bag, please do not miss it." This was the last sentence Eva said.

Maeka put down the letter, and he got two more bags of "Stretching Space Spell". He took out an item from one of the bags, which was a silver ring inlaid with sapphires.

"Oh? What is this?" Maeka looked at the silver ring in his hand.

The ring seemed to be made of some precious material. It felt warm when touched, and seemed to drive away the coldness of the body. Its surface was decorated with exquisite floral patterns similar to tulips. Under the light, it seemed that there was light flowing in the patterns.

He soon realized that this was a rare spell ring, engraved with the Iron Armor Spell. It only needed to be carried on the wizard to automatically charge, and each charge could release the Iron Armor Spell three times.

"What a good thing." Meka was a little surprised. This magic ring does not need to be chanted, it can be used at will, which can save lives at critical moments.

He put the ring on his hand directly, and just when he felt that the silver ring was a little dazzling and easy to attract attention, the luster of the ring faded and turned dark.

"Can it change color?" Meka was surprised.

He saw the magic ring on his finger, which now looked inconspicuous, just in line with his thoughts.

"And there is a gift for the 'Potion Master'." Meka took out a set of exquisite potion-making utensils from the bag.

The material of this set of utensils is like glass, with a silver luster flowing under the light, and it is worth a lot at first glance.

Eva introduced it in words, saying that this is the work of an alchemist. When making potions, the 'coolness' emitted by the utensils themselves can eliminate fatigue for the potion master and restore a certain amount of energy.

"It's also a good thing. Now I don't have to keep rubbing Professor Snape's potion tools." Meka was overjoyed, and he put it away carefully.

"Another Christmas gift without a mailing address."

Meka took the gift from the corner of the bed, opened the gift box, and saw a set of black wizard robes inside.

"Who sent this?"

Meka looked at the note and said, "It's Harry. What a coincidence."

He smiled, because he also sent a gift to Harry, also a set of wizard robes.

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In the Gryffindor common room, the firelight of the fireplace flickered, driving away the cold after the snow.

Harry put the snow-stained package he had just received in the hall on the ground. He checked it and found that there was only a red gift box in it, and there was no name and address of the sender. He was a little surprised.

"Without a name, who could send it to me?"

Harry searched again and found a note at the bottom of the package. He unfolded it and saw:

"Your father left this thing to me before he died. Now it should be returned to you. Use it well."

"Father?" Harry was stunned. It was a little unexpected that his father actually left him a "Christmas gift"?

He opened the red gift box impatiently, took out the gift, and slowly unfolded it.

"Is this a black cloak?"

Harry wondered, why did his father leave a black cloak for him? He looked at the hem of the black cloak, which almost fell to the ground. It seemed to be an adult size?

He tried to put it on, and soon found something surprising. The arm he put into the cloak disappeared?

"Is it an illusion?" Harry was surprised.

He quickly put on the whole cloak, looked in front of the mirror in the common room, and found that his figure had indeed disappeared.

In the mirror, he could only see the fire in the fireplace behind him burning slowly, making a sizzling sound.

"This is an invisibility cloak." Harry confirmed the cloak's function.

He looked out the window, the night was getting darker, and suddenly a bold idea came to his mind:

"Hermione has always wanted to go to the Restricted Zone to find out the origin of that stone. Most of the people in Hogwarts have gone home tonight. Maybe I can go and take a look on her behalf?"

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"Has Harry received this special gift?"

On the stairs in the common room, Meka, who was about to walk out of the dormitory corridor, took back his steps and turned back with a smile.

"The next step is to wait for the night to come."

Meka knew that Harry was going to take this invisibility cloak and go on an adventure late at night.

He returned to the dormitory, read a book on the bed and waited quietly. The vintage items on the wall were always ticking and time was passing by.

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Late at night, Meka saw Harry suddenly put on a black cloak and disappear in the dormitory. There were footsteps disappearing. He waited for a while and then got up from the bed. He turned into a bat with purple eyes and disappeared into the night.

Soon, he saw a figure wearing a black robe, also rushing towards the restricted book area, exuding a familiar smell.

"Professor Quirrell is here as expected." Meka laughed silently. This was the best time to fish in troubled waters.

He followed Professor Quirrell all the way to the tower where the forbidden book area was located. He hung from the ceiling and disappeared into the darkness, quietly.

Professor Quirrell was also hiding. Someone was patrolling with an oil lamp. It seemed that due to the last abnormal movement, the area had been strengthened.

"Mrs. Norris, we have to be careful these days."

The gatekeeper Filch was talking to the cat at his feet, with disgust on his face: "We can't let those students who are born evil have the opportunity to come here and become thieves and steal precious books."

Mrs. Loris, the gray Maine Coon cat, purred "Meow~~" as if in response.

The light from the oil lamp was dim, and as he walked around the corner, the light faded away, and Filch's skinny figure disappeared from sight together with the cat at his feet.

Professor Quirrell walked out of the shadows. He looked at the direction in which Filch was leaving, and quickly walked in a hurry and came to an ancient door.

"Finally we're here." Professor Quirrell smiled and stretched out his wand, pointing at the brass door handle. The light flashed away and the door was locked.

"Quirinas, there is a mechanism on the door." The hoarse voice reminded, and there were fluctuations of magic power on it.

Professor Quirrell then carefully opened the door. He looked up and saw the yellow copper bell. When it was about to sound, it spilled an unknown black liquid. This was some preparation he had made for the magical mechanism in the forbidden book area.

The yellow copper bell suddenly made a corroding sound. He then recited a mantra and pointed at the copper bell. The mantra was combined with the black liquid. White smoke suddenly emitted from the copper bell, and a layer of light red light appeared on the surface of the copper bell. It appears, and then disappears little by little.

"Okay." Professor Quirrell smiled, which was a sign that the spell on the bell was broken.

"Are you trying to crack the copper bell mechanism on the door?" Meka from a distance took in all this and smiled silently. If so, this would have removed the only obstacle to taking away the ancient leather book.

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