Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The night was dark, dark clouds covered the golden moon, and there was no one in a dark corridor of Hogwarts, but footsteps suddenly sounded.

"Ouch." Ron suddenly cried out in pain: "Who stepped on my foot?"

"Be quiet." Hermione glared at him, "What if someone hears it?"

Ron snorted: "It's too crowded in this cloak, and I didn't mean to make any noise."

Meka Anders listened to the conversation between the two "lively treasures" and smiled as he led the way. The group soon arrived at the door of the abandoned classroom. He lifted a corner of his cloak, and the light of the wand flashed, and clicked, the lock on the abandoned classroom opened.

"Let's go." He entered the door first, followed by several people behind him.

In the dark, several people groped forward, and in the dark corner of the classroom, they found a golden harp playing automatically, and the melodious sound only echoed within this range, which was very magical.

Maika stood beside the harp. He looked up and saw a huge figure crawling on the ground, with sleek hair and the snoring of a wild beast sounding like thunder above his head.

"Sure enough, someone has come here and hypnotized the three-headed dog with the sound of the harp." Hermione lowered her voice.

She suggested that everyone should speed up their pace to see if they could still stop the Philosopher's Stone from being stolen.

"The secret passage is here." Harry had already found the iron door leading to the underground secret passage. He had escaped from the bloody mouth of the three-headed dog and came here.

Maika and others helped to move the thick chain away, and then pulled the heavy iron door together. Finally, they saw the dark passage below. It seemed quite deep and they didn't know where it led to.

"Suddenly I feel a little scared..." Ron looked over and his legs wanted to tremble.

"I'll go in first. If I'm okay, you can jump in." Harry was taking a deep breath and was about to jump into the dark passage.

"I'm afraid there's no time." Maika warned.

He was very keen to notice that the sound of the piano seemed to be suppressed by some kind of magic, and the sound became fainter and fainter, as if it would disappear at any time.

He guessed that this was the defensive measure given by the professors after the three-headed dog was hypnotized last time. Although it failed to defend against Professor Quirrell, it was no problem to defend against them.

Hermione and the others looked at it in surprise.

At this time, in the darkness not far away, a huge figure was shaking his head, as if he was about to wake up completely.

After Maika's bloodline growth, his eyes were clear, and he could see in the darkness at a distance that ordinary people could not reach, so he was alert.

Maika quickly explained to them that the three-headed dog was about to wake up, and sent the flustered people into the secret passage, and then he jumped into the dark secret passage.

The moment he jumped into the secret passage, a whisper sounded, and a dark shadow fluttered up and disappeared into the darkness.

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"What the hell is this place?" Ron groaned as he fell into the secret passage.

He found himself in a patch of black vegetation, which seemed to be some kind of vine. The place where his palm pressed felt slippery, and when he lifted it up, it actually brought up some disgusting mucus.

"Strange, where is Maeka? Why hasn't he come down yet?" Harry soon realized that one person was missing.

He looked around, but he didn't see Maeka's figure. He only vaguely saw a shadow passing by in the dark, which scared him.

Harry looked again and found nothing. He looked thoughtful, could he have seen it wrong.

Hermione was also looking for Maeka's figure, and suddenly heard the angry roar of the three-headed dog above her head, so she frowned and guessed:

"Could it be that he couldn't come down? I heard that the three-headed dog has woken up, and I'm afraid it has been guarding the passage. "

"But." She listened carefully for a while, "Maeka should be fine. The three-headed dog has been above his head and has not moved. Maeka is probably hiding."

"That's fine." Harry was relieved after listening to her explanation.

He was about to get up when he suddenly stumbled and found that black vines were climbing up his legs. He was startled and shouted:

"Be careful of the vines under your feet, they will move!"

"I know..." Ron said vaguely. His whole body had been wrapped in vines for a long time. His mouth was blocked and it was difficult to speak.

...

In the darkness, a bat with purple pupils was hanging on the ceiling covered with vines. A strange smell entered its nose. Its eyes revealed a human look, and it was actually thinking.

"I didn't expect to smell Professor Quirrell here."

Meka himself was a little surprised. Professor Quirrell had obviously left here long ago, but he could actually smell the subtle smell of garlic in the air.

He quickly guessed that this was probably another change brought about by the improvement of vampire blood. His sense of smell was further strengthened.

"The smell disappeared from here, so the passage is probably behind?"

Meka was thinking, and suddenly felt that the vines on the ceiling were moving very fast, as if they were going to bind his body.

So he flapped his wings again, hovering in the air, avoiding the siege and blockade of the vines.

"Then give it a try, and break through this vine-filled level from here."

A shadow was wriggling and expanding in the darkness, and a figure appeared at the position of the bat just now. He walked forward and the magic wand emitted a light:

"Fluorescent flash!"

The dazzling light immediately took away the vines on the ground and the wall. They were like a group of snakes afraid of light, fleeing madly into the distance. After a while, an old wooden door appeared in front of him.

Meka smiled silently, approached and stayed where he was, listening to the sounds inside, and pushed open the wooden door after noticing that no one was there.

Meka looked outside the door. It was also dark and quiet inside the wooden door.

He took out the compound potion and took it, and his face twisted into a young man with red hair. He stood outside the door, waiting for the change to disappear, and then put on a set of decent black robes to hide his face.

"Very good. Next, you need to move faster and catch up with Professor Quirrell as much as possible." Meka made a plan, walked inside the door, and closed the wooden door.

He wanted to catch up with Professor Quirrell and observe in the dark, because he was worried that his actions would cause some changes and accidents, so he had to hide in the dark, understand Professor Quirrell's actions, and know himself and his enemy.

Meka left, and suddenly there was a bright light on the wooden door behind him, which seemed to be some kind of warning spell.

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"Boom!" At the final level of approaching the Magic Stone, the black flame door blocking the way suddenly burst into flames, and a figure escaped from it in embarrassment.

"Asshole! The medicine is fake!"

Professor Quirrell was furious. Snape actually left a backhand in the flame door. It seemed that he had memorized his magic fluctuations. After he used tricks to solve the puzzle left by Snape, he had to pass through this door. When it suddenly broke out, he almost died in the sea of ​​​​fire.

At this moment, his black robe was ignited by sparks and smelled of burning. The complete and decent robe became torn and old, and his long hair fell down.

"Damn, damn Snape..."

Professor Quirrell's face turned purple and he threw the potion in his hand to the ground.

The potion bottle was broken, and the icy blue solution scattered on the floor suddenly faded and turned into light gray, exuding a rotten atmosphere and turned into a steaming gray mist.

Professor Quirrell realized that his body was poisoned and took the forbidden medicine that he had prepared. Immediately, the poison spreading in his body was suppressed and the purple color on his face faded.

"Fortunately, I prepared some potions..." Professor Quirrell's face was still gloomy.

He looked in front of him, and the flame door was still blazing and intimidating, completely blocking where he was going.

The poison in his body was temporarily suppressed, but he couldn't try again. If he drank another bottle of poison, he would probably die on the spot.

"Quirinas." A hoarse voice came from the back of his head:

"Don't be anxious. The means I left behind have been touched. Someone is already coming here. He will open the way for you."

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