Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"20 years?"

Meka Anders was a little surprised.

This kind of experience in using potion tools is very valuable for someone who has ideas about potion science.

He flipped through the textbook of potion science.

The first sentence on the cover of this book is:

To become a great potion master, you rely not only on the talent of potion science and the mastery of herbology, but also on the most important experience in using tools in practice.

It can be said that even if you want to become an ordinary potion master, you have to spend a lot of time and resources to accumulate experience in using such tools.

Meka doesn't know much about this thing, but he is very sensitive to money.

All tools related to potion science are very expensive, costing more than 10 gold galleons.

In the potion refining where accidents often occur, once there is a slight mistake, the tools may cause explosions and damage, and they are heavy consumable tools.

He knows even less about herbs and various materials.

But he has seen in the window of Diagon Alley that a small can of dragon liver is worth several gold galleons. This thing seems to be quite common and can be seen in many stores.

It is enough to think from here that the herbs and various materials used in potion learning may be quite expensive.

This is a profession that burns money.

But now, someone has given 50 years of experience in using instruments, which is almost equivalent to giving a lot of time and money. Meka Anders has to take it seriously.

"It would be great if I could choose this kind of legacy myself. If I choose it randomly, I might miss it, which would be a waste."

Meka sighed.

He looked at the old man named Domon Levitt again.

The old man was still busy and indifferent to him.

"Do you want to accept this wish?"

"I don't know if there will be any punishment if it cannot be completed?"

Meka thought for a while and made a decision.

"Accept it."

"If it doesn't work, ask the professors in Hogwarts for advice. There is the youngest potion master in Hogwarts, and there is also Dumbledore."

"Maybe if it cannot be completed, there will be no punishment."

"Give it a try."

Meka thought of this and walked up to the old man.

"I wish to help you complete this potion formula."

The old man's whole body shook, as if he had been electrocuted.

He raised his head, revealing cloudy eyes.

A golden light fell into his body like raindrops, filling his vague ghost-like body.

The old man's eyes brightened, and gradually became spirited.

He asked:

"Can I trust you?"

Meka spread his hands: "Even if I can't complete it, it won't be a loss for you."

The old man was stunned and smiled bitterly.

"Yes, in that case, I'll leave this wish to you."

"I hope to see this perfect potion formula before I completely leave this world."

As the voice fell.

The spirit in the old man's eyes disappeared, and it seemed that something was missing in his body.

A gust of wind blew, and Meka felt a little cold.

At this time, something more appeared in his mind.

"Luck potion formula."

"Grass ridge worm, quicksand grass stem, fire ash ostrich egg shell..."

Feeling this information, Meka was slightly surprised.

"Luck potion? Why do I remember that this world already has it?"

"Could it be that the teacher of old Domon has been researching this?"

"If so, that would be great. Just show the old man the formula that already exists."

Meka pondered and came up with an idea.

"Whether it is or not, after getting Hogwarts, find a chance to see if their formulas have something in common."

This world seemed to be about to rain and became dim.

Meka looked up and saw the dark cloud-like darkness gradually rolling up a vortex.

The eyes spun for a while,

and the whole person disappeared in this space.

...

After Meka woke up, he saw that it was already late.

He simply washed up, packed his luggage, and hitchhiked a ride, rushing directly to the King's Railway Station from more than ten kilometers away.

Inside the King's Railway Station, there is a train that can go directly to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Meka got off the train and looked up.

A huge clock was ticking at the top of the railway station, and the second hand was turning.

It was almost 11 o'clock.

"The train will leave at 11 o'clock."

Meka hurriedly pulled the luggage and ran towards the train station.

He quickly came to the train station, took a glance, and saw several huge stone pillars, which seemed to be the load-bearing pillars of the station.

Meka came to a stone pillar and looked up and down.

"Platform nine and three-quarters."

This is the only hidden platform in this King's Railway Station.

Constructed and developed by people from the magical world, the train can go directly from London to the village next to Hogwarts.

"It is said that people with wizard talents can rush in directly, but who knows, in case of some accidents."

Meka stood in front of the stone pillar and stretched out his hand tentatively.

Pop!

It was like touching a membrane made of water.

A wave similar to the surface of a lake rippled on the texture of this stone pillar.

"Magic."

Meka's eyes lit up, and he was amazed by such a special experience.

He had a bottom line in his heart, and rushed in with his suitcase.

This collision was like jumping into the water.

At first there was a lot of resistance, like jumping into water, but then it was freed from the resistance, and it was like escaping from a huge spider web.

The field of vision that was originally restricted due to the squeezing of the eyeballs suddenly became clearer!

Woo~~!

The train whistle sounded melodiously.

Noisy sounds suddenly crowded into the ears.

Meka paused.

Outside the stone pillars, there are modern people wearing suits and leather shoes, or fashionable clothes.

Inside the stone pillars, a group of young wizards wearing wizard robes and pointed hats were walking toward the train door, making people feel as if they had traveled through time and space and arrived in the Middle Ages or earlier.

The contrast in this scene is so great that it feels like a world away.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

"The train will leave if we don't hurry!"

The middle-aged wizard who looked like a conductor shouted, and the crowd quickened their pace.

Meka joined the crowd.

When he was about to pass the car door, he and another person were squeezing each other, and no one could get in.

Meka looked at this man and suddenly smiled.

It's a familiar person.

"It's you!"

The boy wearing glasses screamed in surprise. When he raised his head, he revealed the glasses with broken lenses and the green eyes under the glasses.

"Well, it's me." Meka smiled.

"You are actually a new student at Hogwarts too!"

Harry was a little surprised.

Obviously, in such a strange place, meeting people you have met before gives you the feeling of meeting fellow villagers, and it is inevitable to be pleasantly surprised.

"People in front, hurry up!" someone shouted from behind.

"Oh, sorry." Harry was confused by the cry.

Meka and Harry passed the car door one after another and walked towards the car.

"Nice to meet you."

Harry was a little excited, looked at Meka, and felt inexplicably friendly.

Meka looks fresh today.

His face was very pale, and he had a quiet temperament that was inappropriate for his age.

His eyes were as black as gemstones, and his hair was as black as Harry's. The short hair fell down softly and was scattered on both sides.

He was wearing a black collared jacket with a white shirt underneath. The exposed wrists had distinct joints and were indeed very thin.

He was also pulling a silver suitcase.

The look, and the suitcase, make him look more Londoner than native to the wizarding world.

"My name is Harry Potter."

Harry introduced himself, turned around and asked, "You live in the wizarding world?"

"No."

Meka responded with a smile: "Bread Street in Surrey, that's where I live."

"My name is Meka Anders, just call me Meka."

"Oh!" Harry exclaimed excitedly: "What a coincidence. I am also in Surrey, but on Privet Drive."

The two chatted for a while.

Just like this, I passed two carriages from the front of the car. When I was about to go forward, a compartment suddenly opened.

A boy with red hair poked his head out.

His face is covered with freckles, and his upper body is wearing a colorful shirt with some patches.

"Harry, come here!"

He saw someone following Harry and was stunned for a moment.

"Um, what is this?"

"Meka Anders."

Meka smiled and stretched out her hand: "Hello, young Weasley."

"You recognize me?"

Hearing this, Weasley seemed to satisfy his vanity at this age.

He also shook Meka's hand excitedly.

Meka felt his strong hand.

"My name is Ron Weasley, and you're absolutely right."

"Quick! Come in, Harry, you come in too."

Several people entered the compartment, placed their luggage, and sat on the only small table in the compartment.

At this time,

The train started to move and the compartments shook.

Meka looked out the window.

A row of steam was like morning mist, hazy in the sky.

The surrounding green mountains and green waters began to recede, and the train whistled again, leaving everything in sight behind and heading towards the famous magic school in the magic world.

Meka Anders smiled and felt something in her heart.

"A strange magical world, here I come."

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