Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"You have to wait patiently and let Quirrell leave first, so that I can enter the forbidden book area and retrieve the ancient book."

The bat transformed by Meka Anders hides in the shadows, silently, with a pair of purple eyes watching calmly, and a 'soul membrane' working secretly to block all the fluctuations of magic power emitted by the body.

He saw the figure of Professor Quirrell looking around in front of the quaint door. After making sure that no one was there, he walked into the restricted book area and the door closed with a creak.

"You can move forward and listen to some noise."

Meka waited for a while, then flew forward to a suitable distance and pressed against the wall to listen to what was going on inside.

There were crisp footsteps in the wall, and the steps were hurried. He listened patiently. After a few minutes, there was the sound of turning papers inside, as if he was searching for some kind of information.

"Found it!" Professor Quirrell's voice sounded joyful.

The door creaked and opened again, a figure walked out, and he closed the door lightly.

There was a whisper, and the figure suddenly disappeared into the darkness. As soon as he took a few steps, dim lights lit up on both sides of the door he had just closed.

"What's going on?" Meka was startled.

He was suddenly startled, felt a strong threat, and wanted to fly away.

The light that seemed to be emitted by an ordinary oil lamp was illuminating the surroundings. It only affected him and made him feel that his body was being 'eroded'. He wanted to break his Animagus and shine his figure out from the darkness!

"How is that possible?"

There was also a surprised voice in the distance. A figure was about to leave. Suddenly his invisible body was illuminated by the fire. A crystal light rippled on his body, and then shattered. The phantom body curse was broken in one go. .

Professor Quirrell's face looked shocked in the faint moonlight.

If he raised his head, he could see a bat with purple pupils hanging on the ceiling in the distance, but he had no time to pay attention to it at this time, because at the end of the long corridor in the distance, there was the crisp sound of leather boots approaching, and a strike The loose black robe fluttered in the wind in the darkness.

"Snape?" Professor Quirrell's expression changed.

He turned around and fled in a hurry, moving very fast towards the other end of the corridor to get away from the people chasing behind him.

A flapping sound was masked by the sound of footsteps, and a black shadow took the opportunity to go away, disappearing into the night again.

"It's okay." Meka breathed a sigh of relief.

The 'invasion' of the firelight was actually blocked by the 'soul membrane'. He vaguely noticed that the mysterious lines on his body were glowing under the skin, and he was frantically resisting, and finally won with a slight advantage.

He was a little surprised. This 'soul membrane' is so powerful?

The bat that Meka turned into hovered in the night sky, gathering his thoughts and observing the situation in the distance.

"What is that?" Meka was shocked.

In the night, an invisible blade screamed like a hurricane, penetrating half of the corridor and hitting Professor Quirrell's departing back in the distance.

Professor Quirrell turned around in panic, and a layer of crystal armor appeared on his body. However, despite such a long distance, the crystal armor was immediately shattered and shattered all over the ground. The whole person was rolled on the ground by inertia.

"Quirinus." Professor Snape's deep voice sounded in the darkness.

He was chasing after him in a hurry, and Professor Quirrell didn't even think about it. He got up from the ground, wrapped himself tightly in his black robe, and fled frantically.

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"I can't see them anymore. The two of them are completely gone."

Meka stared into the distance. Only now did the shock in his heart disappear. He couldn't imagine that the invisible blade was so powerful?

He looked at the door of the forbidden book area. The dim firelight on both sides seemed to have burned out and disappeared.

"Will this fire suddenly light up again?" Meka worried.

If we do it again and we happen to meet someone, our identity may be exposed.

But after some thought, he gritted his teeth and fell from the sky, resting in front of the ancient door. The shadow expanded and shrunk wildly, and the sharp bat head faded away to black, revealing a human face.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

The light flashed away, and the door lock was removed. Meka put away her wand, glanced at the oil lamps on both sides that were no longer lit, and walked into the door.

Not long after, he walked out clutching an ancient black leather book, showing uncontrollable joy, and closed the door.

"Finally got it."

Meka glanced at the ancient leather book in his hand. He tightly covered the gaping mouth on the cover, but it was of no use. Its sharp scream was still about to erupt.

But before it exploded, Meka stuffed the ancient leather book into his arms, a whisper sounded, and a purple-eyed bat flew into the night sky from where it was.

"efficient."

Meka sensed that the mysterious lines on the bat's body were taking effect. The 'soul membrane' blocked all the magic power fluctuations emanating from the bat's body, without any escape. The ancient leather book lost its 'magic supply' and suddenly became honest.

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Because there had just been a heavy snowfall, the wind was very cold at night.

Meka felt the wind whistling beside his ears. It was about to fly higher into the sky. Suddenly, he became alert and fell back. He felt eyes monitoring the night sky. He lowered his head slightly. There seemed to be a figure in the distance holding on to the railing and looking out.

"Is it Professor Snape? Didn't he catch up with Professor Quirrell?"

Meka noticed his probing gaze and was worried that he would suddenly launch another invisible blade and chop her figure down in mid-air.

"It's too empty here."

Meka noticed that there was no obstruction around him. He could only continue to fall back from the night sky. When he got close to the tower where the forbidden book area was located, he felt that the eyes on him disappeared.

He was flying close to the edge of the tower, trying to find a good angle, avoid all eyes, fly into the sky, and leave here completely.

"Oh? Someone triggered the book's 'scream' again?"

Meka, who was flapping his wings, suddenly heard a familiar shrill scream coming from the forbidden book area he had just escaped from.

His purple pupils were shining brightly, and he looked back, with a guess in his heart.

"Is it Harry?"

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"What the hell!"

In the forbidden book area, Harry broke into a cold sweat when he was frightened by the screaming books. The oil lamp in his hand fell to the ground. The fire went out and the glass cover shattered all over the place, making a harsh sound in the night.

He hurriedly wanted to clean up, but he heard footsteps approaching quickly in the distance, coming from different directions. He thought of Professor Snape who had escaped halfway, and hurriedly put on the black cloak again, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the forbidden book. District.

"Is Filch here?"

Harry heard the cat's meow. He waited with bated breath for the opportunity. A figure pushed open the door to the restricted book area. He had withered hair and a thin body, looking at the room with doubtful eyes.

"No one?" Filch asked. When he came closer, he saw the broken oil lamp and oil stains on the ground. He narrowed his eyes and sneered,

"It seems that there is really a 'little mouse' hiding here, Mrs. Lorris, we can't let go of this 'little mouse' who has a habit of stealing."

Mrs. Norris was barking, as if in response.

It wandered around, sometimes raising its head, and once it came to Harry, making him nervously clutching his black cloak.

"This is an opportunity." Harry took a deep breath.

He looked at the half-open door behind Filch, and then at Filch who was looking at the fragments of the oil lamp on the ground, and realized that now was a good time to leave.

He quietly pressed against the wall, walked around Filch's back, moved his steps little by little, and finally left the dark room.

"Huh?" Filch felt something moving on his body and cast a surprised look, but a gust of wind caused the door to sway.

"It turns out to be the wind..."

"Phew..." Harry breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the forbidden book area without any danger.

He did not stop, but continued to move towards the distance, because he saw the figure of Professor Snape also coming.

"Originally, I wanted to find the connection between Nick Flamel and the stone in the forbidden book section, but I just picked up the first book and was kicked out."

When no one was seen anymore, Harry showed a helpless expression under his cloak.

He discerned the direction and walked towards the dark corridor.

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"That door actually hides a magical mechanism."

Professor Quirrell, who was hiding in the shadows, was panting and his face was gloomy. He had already made some investigations and preparations, but he didn't expect that he almost overturned.

If it hadn't been for the fact that someone happened to be passing by when he was using the Disillusionment Curse and attracted Snape away, I'm afraid he would still be running away like crazy now.

"Who could be this person passing by?" Professor Quirrell thought for a while.

He raised his head and stared blankly. There was a dark shadow flying in the air at a very fast speed, attracting his attention.

"This is... a bat?" Professor Quirrell thought of his last encounter with the three-headed dog and looked surprised:

"Is it the vampire from last time? It actually escaped from the three-headed dog and didn't become food?"

Professor Quirrell quickly collected his thoughts, his expression returned to solemnity, and Professor Snape's footsteps were approaching again.

He didn't dare to make a sound, but Snape seemed determined that he was here and kept wandering around, seemingly unwilling to give up until he found something.

"Find a way to lure Snape away again."

Professor Quirrell thought of something. He raised his head again and stared at the bat that was about to fly away in the distance, his eyes flickering.

"A vampire who fell from a height or fell to death should be enough for him to go check it out."

Quirrell smiled and chanted a spell in a low voice: "Split into pieces!"

He raised his wand, and a light-colored light flashed like lightning and flew into the night sky.

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