Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"It seems Chilo has restrained himself in the castle."

Meka Anders noticed that the cutting spells coming from behind were greater in number and speed than before outside the restricted book area.

He therefore guessed that Quirrell did not dare to make too much noise outside the forbidden book zone last time, so he restrained his strength.

"But fortunately, I have also grown up." Meka said with a smile in his eyes.

He calmly watched those dazzling light blades approaching rapidly, and suddenly his wings flapped, and his speed, which was already comparable to that of a goshawk, actually increased again.

Quirrell, who cast the cutting spell, had difficulty predicting that he had reservations before and did not burst out at the fastest speed. Therefore, although the light blade was fast at this moment, it lacked agility.

Under the strange flight path of the purple-eyed bat, the sharp blades of light either brushed behind the ears, or leaped from below, or were blocked by the tall ancient trees, bursting out with their final power in the night, causing a commotion This caused the birds to flee in panic.

The remaining light blade just fell on the bird's body, and the flesh and blood suddenly shattered like a watermelon, and the feathers and blood were scattered everywhere.

"At a high place, I obviously have the advantage." Meka knew it very well.

Therefore, flames burst out like arrows, and the purple pupils were already filled with firelight, but it still maintained its original clear thinking.

Boom~ The sound of burning in the air was very loud in the flames. Meka flew forward at a certain speed without any panic, and quickly hid behind the birds when the flames hit.

Bang! The flames were blocked and exploded, and the splashing sparks carried terrifying heat, burning all the birds in contact with them into charcoal.

"What a powerful fire spell." Meka exclaimed.

He realized that Quirrell was highly skilled in fire spells.

That kind of temperature cannot be touched at all. Once the flesh and blood body is knocked down, he will either die or be maimed. If he touches it head-on, he will not survive unless he uses the iron armor spell engraved on the magic ring to resist it.

"Are you coming again?" Meka looked back from high in the sky and saw the flames on the ground igniting again, but suddenly extinguished. This made him startled. Soon, he heard the heavy sound of horse hooves approaching on the ground. .

"The centaurs have arrived." Meka smiled, and the silver arrow he shot in the direction worked, attracting the centaurs.

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In the dense jungle illuminated by the golden moon, a group of men and horses rushed in from a distance with bows and arrows on their backs, breaking through the white mist and raising dust all over the sky.

Upon hearing the sound, Professor Quirrell's expression changed and he quickly covered his face with his robe.

He hurriedly walked back and took out a light-colored bag from his arms. He wanted to kill the struggling and moaning little unicorn on the ground completely and hide it in the retractable bag.

laugh! A silver arrow pierced the ground hard, and the splashed dust was thrown high and sprinkled on his boots and robes. One can imagine how powerful the arrow carried.

"Bastard!" Professor Quirrell was furious. He almost brought the unicorn back, but was delayed.

He knew that this was the invisible 'mouse' that was causing trouble, and if he wanted to destroy its plan, if he could not see its appearance clearly, he would have to write down this 'mouse' and make it pay the price of blood one day.

"Let's go, Quirinus." The hoarse voice said:

"The centaurs here are quite strong. If you are surrounded, you won't be able to escape."

Quirrell's eyes flickered, as if he was thinking, and suddenly he saw a tall figure looming in the dust behind him, approaching quickly.

So he could only grit his teeth and give up. His black robe unfolded and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

A group of centaurs finally emerged from the mist. Their upper bodies were human, but their lower bodies were horses. They were naturally strong and tall, making them intimidating.

"It seems that someone deliberately lured us here..." An older centaur with gray hair shawl walked out of the team.

He looked around but found no one, and finally came to the little unicorn and looked at its miserable appearance.

"The person who escaped just now seems to be the wizard who recently hunted unicorns..." The Arima man looked at the direction in which the black-robed figure left.

"Want to chase?" asked another centaur.

"No." The older centaur shook his head:

"As long as it doesn't affect the centaurs tribe, everything has nothing to do with us."

"Let's go, it's a farce."

The horse people leave just as quickly as they come.

The little unicorn was left groaning in the darkness. It tried to stand up many times, but kept falling. Its body's light was dim, as if it was affected by its injuries.

"It's really miserable." Meka walked out of the shadows.

He looked at the injuries and blood stains on the little unicorn's body, and with the thought of not wasting any time, he took several potion bottles and received them. Only then was he a little embarrassed when the little unicorn's blue eyes stared at him, and he put away the filled bottles. medicine bottle.

"To be honest, I feel it's still not enough." Meka said in a deep voice,

"How about you lend me some more blood, and I'll exchange it for a medicine that can heal your injuries?"

The little unicorn didn't understand, and still stared at Meka.

It recognized Meka in front of it as a human who had been attacked by a werewolf. It made a childish cry and stretched its head to rub Meka, as if thanking him for saving his life.

Meka was rubbed affectionately by it, and even wanted to lick his face with her tongue. After all the 'service', Meka was completely unable to open her mouth. This time she was really embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, I give up." Meka sighed. Unicorn blood was very expensive, and he originally wanted to make more.

He took out the blood-replenishing potion, bone-growing potion and other magic potions he carried with him from his arms, some for him to take, and some for external application.

"The blood is my gift for saving you, and these medicines are a reward for helping me scare off the werewolves before."

Meka said to himself, not caring whether it understood or not, while giving it the potion and applying it on the wound. When he saw that the wound was healing, he stood up and prepared to leave.

The little unicorn called out childishly and reluctantly, as if it regarded him as a friend.

It wanted to get up and follow, but its injuries were still a little serious. The light of its body was recovering, and it couldn't stand up for a while.

"I don't have a place for you to heal your injuries. It's not good to follow me." Meka was also worried.

It seemed that it would cost a lot of money just to feed such a big unicorn.

But Meka soon smiled again, because he saw a figure approaching.

The little unicorn also saw it, and it made a joyful cry, which seemed to be a familiar person.

"It seems that your friend is here, so I can leave with peace of mind." Maika said goodbye with a smile.

He whispered a spell, and his figure turned into a bat with purple eyes, rising into the sky in the night.

After a while, a centaur with deep blue eyes came alone. He was strong and tall, with long platinum hair. He squatted down to check the injury of the little unicorn and carried it on his back.

"Three unicorns, one is dead now, one is found, and there is one left."

The centaur Firenze sighed, "It's really a troubled time."

He carried the little unicorn away, and his figure disappeared in the forbidden forest.

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Back in the dormitory, Maika did not take the unicorn's blood immediately because he felt that the time was not right.

"The changes in the fire dragon's blood are still continuing."

Maika felt that the dragon's blood was still emitting residual heat and transforming his body. This change made him feel tired every night, as if it was a burden on his body.

He guessed that if dragon blood was a burden on his body, adding unicorn blood would probably drag down his body and cause unnecessary damage.

"Take it tomorrow."

Meka felt that by the time the detention ended again tomorrow, the effect of dragon blood would have completely disappeared, and that would be the best time to take unicorn blood.

He took a simple bath and went to bed quickly, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

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Although there was no good news in the first two days of detention, there was no bad news either.

But on the night of the third day, when everyone gathered together, Harry brought out a bad news:

"Someone killed a very tall unicorn and sucked its blood dry."

"Tall unicorn?" Meka was startled. He recalled the shape of the little unicorn and it should not be it.

He only then knew that in addition to the little unicorn, there was another unicorn in the Forbidden Forest.

"What happened?" Ron asked. He also saw the dead unicorn, but he didn't know the situation yet.

"At that time..." Harry was about to speak, but suddenly saw Malfoy leaning over to his ear, and immediately shut up.

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The detention was completely over because the clues Harry got this time, and several people wanted to celebrate in the Gryffindor common room and let Harry tell what he saw.

But it was too late, Ron began to feel sleepy and dozed off, so the activity could only be postponed to tomorrow night.

Late at night, Maika began to prepare for the test and absorb the unicorn's blood in the dormitory.

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