Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

In the dim cave, a yellow oil lamp suddenly lit up, and the crisp sound of leather boots rang out. A figure walked from a distance, gradually revealing a face as broken as porcelain.

"Long time no see." Meka Anders, who was waiting in the cave, said, "Mr. Block."

"What a fine work of art." Ole Block did not respond, but sighed.

He looked at Meka Anders and showed a gratified expression:

"When I started to study 'Life Alchemy', many people said I was crazy and that I was wasting my talent. It's a pity that they didn't see this moment..."

Ole asked, "Can you let me see my results?"

"Of course." Meka nodded.

He urged the blood in his body to boil, and silver runes emerged in the blood, extending silver mysterious lines, flowing out a silver luster, and flowing through the body with blood.

When the blood in his head was all dyed bright, his bright black eyes also began to float with silver light, and silver runes flickered in them.

Meka stretched out his hand and could feel the abundant power filling his body. His physical quality had greatly increased compared to before, and a surge of magic flowed in his body.

"Exquisite, really exquisite." Ole stepped forward to observe, and he exclaimed, "This is the blood of a vampire I have never seen before. Compared with yours, their blood is simply nothing new."

"But this is also my masterpiece." Ole Block smiled and sat on the only golden bench in the cave. He raised his head and drank the last glass of red wine.

Click, the porcelain-like face suddenly shattered, Ole Block smiled and passed away, and his body turned into ashes in the wind.

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"Obtain the legacy of Ole Bullock."

"Improved Horcrux magic."

"Legend has it that an ancient wizard created crude Horcrux magic in order to escape death. In order to create a Horcrux, he once brewed a huge disaster, and his blood dyed a wide river red."

"Later, when Ole Bullock was collecting top black magic, he was attracted by this Horcrux magic, improved it, and left many insights and annotations in his works."

"And some bolder improvement methods have always remained in the mind of Ole Bullock, a powerful black wizard, and have never been seen by the world, because it seems to be just an unrealizable conjecture."

"Now, he will pass on all the knowledge of Horcrux magic to you."

Meka was suddenly startled, and a large piece of broken pictures flashed in his mind, appearing in front of his eyes, as if he was playing a film, and then there was a feeling of headache, as if something was about to squeeze out of his head.

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In the dilapidated old house, the old servant and the long-dead master guarded the relics of his lifetime.

On this day, a young wizard came to visit. He was allowed to look up some ancient books on the bookshelf that had been in disrepair for a long time.

"Oh?" The young wizard was stunned. "The Horcrux magic that pursues immortality?"

He was quite interested, so he lived in the old house for a long time, studying ancient books day after day.

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"What a pity."

Time flies, the young wizard has entered middle age and just finished an experiment.

He handled the corpse on the experimental table very neatly and recorded the results of this failed experiment on the side.

In the dim corner, there was hair all over the ground, scarlet mess, like a small mountain.

"The inventor of Horcrux magic is too rude." The middle-aged wizard shook his head.

He felt that with the founder's method, even if he killed many people, he might not be able to refine the Horcrux magic.

Because the conditions are very harsh, and there are some unknown factors.

"We need to find out this unknown influencing factor." The middle-aged wizard said to himself.

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Another countless years passed, and the middle-aged wizard's face was covered with long beards. He suddenly laughed up:

"Found it! Found it!"

The middle-aged wizard was extremely excited. He was disheveled and pale, and he was recording the factors for the success of this experiment.

"It turns out that killing is to split one's soul, and the key to splitting the soul is to make oneself do unacceptable evil things."

"This is the key to the success of Horcrux magic. You must first tear a crack in your soul."

In the iron cage beside the table, there were tattered dresses left in it, and blood was flowing at the bottom of the iron cage, but the person in it had long disappeared.

The middle-aged wizard suddenly felt pain, as if the brain in his head was stirred, and he wailed. This was the soul splitting.

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"Although the Horcrux is good, this way of splitting the soul is too deadly."

In front of the dim desk, the middle-aged wizard was writing something.

His face was still the same, as if the years could no longer leave traces on his face.

"Soul splitting in this way will cause noise in the brain, which will gradually make people mentally ill." The middle-aged wizard was writing, and he suddenly frowned, felt an unusual headache, and reached out to knock his head. "This noise will make it difficult to concentrate, which will have a great impact on my research on magic." "If there is another way..." The middle-aged wizard wrote two words on the draft: "Immortality, Horcrux." ... One day, the middle-aged wizard was drinking alone in the tavern, and suddenly a newsboy shouted outside the door: "Good news, good news, the alchemist Nicolas Flamel from the French magic world has created the Philosopher's Stone."

"Some people say that this stone can turn stones into gold and make people immortal..."

"Eternal life?" The middle-aged wizard was stunned. He came out of the tavern and asked the newsboy for a newspaper. His eyes lit up.

"The creation of Horcrux magic requires the power to fight against life and death. If this "philosopher's stone" exists, it may be a new research direction."

He searched for his friends and finally came to an ordinary two-story house, where he met an old man in his fifties.

He got permission and touched a bright red crystal. At the moment of touching it, it seemed as if lightning struck his soul.

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"It turns out that the Philosopher's Stone is used as a primer to make a unique potion to split the soul."

Meka finally broke away from those pictures. He felt mentally exhausted, but his eyes were bright and surprised.

This is another conjecture of Ole Bullock about the creation of Horcrux magic. When he touched the "philosopher's stone", he felt that the power really involved life and death, and it could penetrate the soul and act on the soul.

So after he went back, he came up with the idea of ​​making a harmless "soul-splitting potion", and formed a specific conjecture through thinking and trying.

"Whether this conjecture can succeed is still ambiguous, and there is almost no possibility of experimentation."

Meka saw from the later scenes that he had offered to buy the stone, but Nick Flamel refused. He seemed to have a last resort and even refused the idea of ​​refining another philosopher's stone.

Therefore, Ole Bullock could only leave with regret. He also studied magic and alchemy, so he also respected Nick Flamel. This conjecture ended in vain and could not be verified whether it would succeed.

"Isn't the philosopher's stone the same as the previous magic stone?"

Meka smiled. Ole Bullock had no possibility of experimenting with the conjecture, but he should have.

Moreover, this conjecture would not completely consume the magic stone, nor did it need to be held all the time to refine the potion. It only needed to be soaked in the refined potion for a while to borrow some of the special power in it.

"This is simply prepared for me." Meka smiled.

"But this 'soul splitting potion' seems difficult to make?" He was recalling the formula and method of refining this potion.

He found that even Ole Bullock, who was also a potion master, had to refine it for several days before he successfully refined the first bottle, and then he didn't know where the bottle of potion went.

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After waking up from the dream, Meka sent a letter to the Potion Guild to buy medicinal materials, and began to collect materials for this 'soul splitting potion'. He also consulted the information, learned the method of making this potion, and understood the efficacy of the special medicinal materials in it.

"I'm afraid that ordinary potion apprentices can't make this potion at all." Meka sighed while learning.

This potion is worthy of being created by a top dark wizard like Ole Bullock. It is ridiculously difficult, and the control of the efficacy and potency is extremely strict, which is simply to a terrible extent.

He guessed that even if it is a potion master, it must be those potion masters with a prominent reputation to be able to successfully refine it.

"Fortunately, I have a plug-in called 'smell of vitality'." Meka was thankful and began to try again and again.

The sun rose and the moon set outside the window, time passed quietly, and the school was about to usher in the end of the semester.

On this day, an owl suddenly visited the principal's office. Professor Dumbledore received a letter from afar. He unfolded it and then showed a surprised look.

"The Ministry of Magic has an urgent matter and wants me to go to London to deal with it? And at this time?"

He paced in the office, thought for a while, called Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape respectively, explained some things, and left the school.

Professor Snape finally saw him off and chatted with him on the way. He looked at Professor Dumbledore's back and said to himself:

"Let me continue to wait patiently, maybe there will be unexpected gains..."

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"I feel that I can definitely make the 'soul splitting potion' today."

In the afternoon, in the empty dormitory, Meka Anders was making a new attempt.

He was confident that he could make this extremely difficult potion today and prepare for the upcoming Philosopher's Stone.

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