Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

In the silent night sky, a purple-eyed bat was soaring, about to soar into the sky, when suddenly a dazzling light caught his attention. He lowered his head slightly and saw a figure holding a magic wand emerging from the air, and immediately a warning sounded in his heart!

"No, I'm exposed!"

Meka Anders reacted immediately, and with his majestic and powerful wings spread, his figure actually broke through the air, bursting out at a speed far beyond that of a bat!

He didn't expect that he was already very alert, almost flying close to the edge of the tower, avoiding the direction of Professor Snape and Quirrell's escape, but was still noticed by Quirrell who was hiding in the corner.

Sure enough, as he expected, the spell was coming towards him, flashing past his side face, and the scattered light dissipated like lightning in the night, making his hair stand on end!

"Is this the cutting spell?" Meka was surprised.

He had a hunch that if this spell hit him, it would probably tear his body apart and create a bloody rain in the sky!

"Oh?" The figure on the corridor seemed surprised.

He paused in his spell, as if he had not expected the bat to have such an amazing speed.

But he quickly aimed his wand again, whispered, and with a creepy taste, several rays of light flashed away.

The cold wind whistled in Meka's ears, and his heart tightened. He suddenly changed his posture of flying into the sky, lowered his body, and avoided a spell of light.

"Is he restricting me from entering the high altitude?"

Meka took a deep breath, and he realized the other party's purpose. Was he trying to attract Professor Snape's attention?

He stared calmly at the several rays of light attacking from the front and back, and a high-altitude emergency brake happened to pass by a beam of light from the right wing, and two more rays of light broke through the air like sharp arrows. The bat's body suddenly retracted its wings, and the whole body fell in the air. The two beams of light brushed against the body and shot away, gradually dissipating in the night.

"There is still a long distance, so there is a certain amount of reaction time... Wait?!"

Meka, who was about to flap his wings and fly away, was suddenly shocked to find that there was a spell hidden behind the previous light, avoiding his detection and approaching in an instant, leaving him no time to react. It was going to pierce his head at this moment? !

At the critical moment, Meka felt that the noise in his mind dissipated at once, and the whole person entered a strange state of calmness and excitement. This was because the relevant fighting scenes in his mind were stimulated.

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"Success." Professor Quirrell, who was looking from afar on the corridor, smiled.

He was taking back his wand and was about to cast the Disillusionment Spell to leave conveniently. Suddenly, his eyes fixed and he showed a look of surprise.

The beam of light symbolizing the spell of fragmentation had hit the target. The light flickered for a moment, and the next moment it seemed that there would be a blood waterfall across the sky, but it was blocked by a layer of crystal light in an instant. It seemed that there were stars shining in the night sky!

Then a black shadow rose into the sky, swept across the moonlight, and disappeared into the horizon.

"Armored Charm?!"

Professor Quirrell recognized the origin of the crystal light, but he was still surprised.

How could he cast a spell in the Animagus state?

"Not good!" Professor Quirrell's body disappeared into the air and left quickly.

He heard Snape coming. The two rays of light resisting each other caused a lot of noise. Even if it was just a moment of brilliance, it was too dazzling at night.

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The bat with purple pupils soared in the night sky, flew over the top of a tall tower, and rested nearby. The high-intensity movement in a moment made its body feel uncomfortable.

"Finally safe." Meka breathed a sigh of relief.

If Ryan's fighting experience had not given him a strong heart and extremely fast reaction speed, and had not triggered the 'Armored Charm' on the spell ring in an instant, I'm afraid his body would have been torn in half by the Slicing Charm.

He occupied the high ground and stared at the shadow chasing on the corridor in the distance. It was Professor Snape who was about to catch Professor Quirrell.

"This is a case of losing more than gaining." Meka smiled silently.

If Professor Quirrell hadn't attacked him, he might have waited patiently and had a chance to leave safely. Now he must pay some price.

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"It's over."

In the dark corridor of the restricted book area, Harry hid in the corner, his heart beating like a drum, and he didn't dare to breathe. Two figures rushed to him, making him dare not make any movement.

"What did you do this time?" Professor Snape grabbed Professor Quirrell's bloody collar and asked indifferently.

"I... I was just... looking around..." Professor Quirrell stammered in response, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his robe torn, and his figure in a mess.

"Don't use these useless words to evade me, Quirinus." Professor Snape sneered, "I always know what you are planning. What are you looking for in the restricted area? Dark magic? Or some kind of evil ritual?"

"I..." Professor Quirrell explained hurriedly,

"I am just interested in the books in the restricted area. Apart from that, I have no other ideas."

"I swear... I have no actions or thoughts to look for dark magic in it."

"Your words are still so hypocritical, Quirinus. What about the light just now? What do you think... huh?" Professor Snape suddenly turned around and stared, as if he saw something in the corner.

Harry, who was hiding in the corner, met his gaze and hurriedly lowered his head.

He was worried that the eye contact would attract the other party's attention and realize that there was someone here.

Professor Snape looked at the shadow in the corner in surprise for a few times, and finally turned around to continue questioning Quirrell.

Harry didn't dare to stay any longer, and moved slowly with his face against the wall, trying to leave.

He turned the corner and walked along the wall for an unknown amount of time before he could no longer hear the conversation between the two. He was relieved.

"Why did Professor Snape threaten Professor Quirrell? Was it because he entered the restricted area? But wasn't Professor Quirrell qualified to enter the restricted area?"

Harry pondered, thinking of the blood at the corner of Professor Quirrell's mouth, and felt that he was treated badly.

"Maybe the two of them have some interests involved, or did Professor Quirrell prevent Professor Snape from obtaining some kind of benefit? Is it related to the stone?"

Harry was thinking, and suddenly he turned his head sharply, and a very ordinary wooden door opened behind him. He saw light flashing inside. Was it a mirror reflecting?

"Why is there a mirror here?"

He looked around curiously, and finally walked into the wooden door. An ancient mirror with a golden frame appeared in front of him.

There seemed to be a wave of water in the mirror, and two faces that were both strange and familiar emerged.

"What is this?" Harry was stunned.

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"Someone is coming with a lantern. It should be Filch."

Meka, who was standing on a high tower in the distance, narrowed his eyes. The scene in the night was reflected in his purple pupils.

Filch arrived with an oil lamp and ran into the two professors who were clashing in the corridor. He had a conversation with Professor Snape.

On the other side, Quirrell quickly fled the scene while Professor Snape was not paying attention.

"I've seen enough of the show and rested. It's time to go back."

Meka put away his idle thoughts, flapped his wings, flew into the sky, and rushed away in the whistling wind.

Soon, he arrived at the dormitory and took out the black leather ancient book in his arms. The vague figure in his mind suddenly appeared, and it became more solid. This was to completely activate the space in his mind.

"Oler Bullock..." Meka smiled.

He held the leather ancient book in his hand, turned over and fell asleep, and wanted to see this talented black wizard who was connected with Horcrux magic in his dream.

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