Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The next day, students from Hogwarts came out in droves and boarded the magic train to leave Hogwarts.

After Meka said goodbye to Harry and others, she got off the train at King's Station in London. As soon as she left the station, she took the route to the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley. After asking around, she finally arrived at Knockturn Alley.

Although Knockturn Alley is a place for buying and selling, it is a no-nonsense zone.

There is a mixture of people here, and the atmosphere is weird. Pedestrians are walking with their heads down and in a hurry. Few people make loud noises on the roadside because they are worried about provoking some weird and extremely dangerous dark wizards.

Meka Anders looked like a brown-haired young man, wearing a black robe and walking in the alley. By chance, he saw the smell of garbage coming from the alley on the side of the road, and bright red liquid flowing out of the wall.

He caught a glimpse of several black figures hiding in the darkness, seeming to be sizing him up as well, and left in a hurry without daring to look any further.

"We need to find a place to sleep first." Meka stopped on the roadside.

He knew that when he came to Knockturn Alley this time, he probably wouldn't be able to leave in a short time.

Because the target of 'revenge' this time is also a dangerous person. If you want to kill him, you must first understand and make sufficient preparations, otherwise you may miss and put yourself in danger.

On the other hand, he still has to wander around here to find a suitable 'Horcrux', which is probably also a laborious and time-consuming task.

The shops at both ends of the road sell weird things that you can't see at all in Diagon Alley. For example, right now, Meka saw a shop window displaying blood-stained humanoid creatures. ear.

"Finally found it."

Not long after, Meka came to a magnificently decorated tavern. This was the 'Underworld' tavern, and it was also a hotel where people could stop and lie down peacefully for a while.

Clang.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the sound made all kinds of people inside look over, most of them looking inquisitively. Some people were buried under their robes, their faces were covered, and strangely only one eye was exposed, staring at Meka who came in. .

"Welcome." The boss is a middle-aged man with black hair. He smiles and squints his eyes:

"What do you want?"

Meka walked in calmly and met his gaze. He dropped a few gold galleons and said:

"Stay here for a week, and give me a glass of mead."

"Mead?" Someone mocked, as if this slightly sweet wine shouldn't be drunk here.

Meka didn't care, drank the mead, and then went upstairs to the room to rest for a while. After all, he had been tired from the journey today and hadn't rested yet.

Suddenly, his face turned cold, and someone stopped him.

The pale wizard stared at his pocket greedily, stood up drunkenly, and put his hand on Meka's shoulder.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Lend me some money, young man."

Meka looked at him for a while, and then said:

"roll."

The pale wizard was startled, as if he didn't expect the other party to be so tough. He pointed his wand at Meka and smiled:

"I know you are a baby, and you are most likely a white wizard. I have seen too many people here, and you have developed these eyes a long time ago. You can't hide it from me."

"Show me the purse," he said.

Meka looked at the tavern owner aside. The owner seemed to be deliberately busy with other things and pretended not to notice.

The patrons in the tavern all looked at him, as if they were watching a show.

"It's going to be a good show." Someone was saying, "I'm afraid the 'Bald Ghost' will have a big harvest tonight."

"Whitehead?" Meka heard the name.

He looked at the wand pointing at his face, smiled, and then picked up the empty wine glass on the table next to him.

"Don't move!" the white-headed ghost threatened.

Meka ignored it at all, bang! He smashed a corner of the empty wine glass, revealing its sharp edge.

"Don't move!" the white-headed ghost said sternly, and he began to retreat.

Meka, expressionless, advanced towards him.

The white-headed ghost saw Meka getting closer and closer, and the eyes under his robe looked at him coldly.

His eyelids twitched, feeling as if he was being targeted by those dangerous dark wizards who were used to seeing life and death. He didn't dare to hesitate, chanted the spell quickly, and fired a burst of flames to devour Meka's head.

"Buzz!" A white light flashed away.

A ring flashed under Meka's robe, and the invisible armor offset the flames. He suddenly stepped in front of the white-headed ghost, and the empty wine glass plunged into the white-headed ghost's neck with a pop.

Blood immediately flowed from the white-headed ghost's neck into the half-empty wine glass, and then overflowed, flowing down Meka's hand and falling to the ground.

There was silence in the tavern.

"Don't worry." Meka smiled, "You can't die, I have a sense of discretion."

He let go of his hand, took a white hand towel from the bar, and wiped the blood off his hands.

The glass wine glass actually sunk deeply into the neck of the white-headed ghost and did not fall off. The blood continued to flow. The white-headed ghost made a "ho-ho" sound, and his trachea seemed to be cut open. His face turned pale with fear and he collapsed on the ground.

"But it won't necessarily happen next time." Meka said with a smile.

He turned and left, nodded to the black-haired boss who was also in a daze, and walked up the stairs.

After he left, the tavern recovered from the 'suffocation'.

"The white-headed ghost is a ghost this time." Some people looked at the wine glass still stuck on the white-headed ghost's neck and couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"The Iron Armor Curse was cast without a wand." Some people speculated that this was a dark wizard who deliberately concealed himself, which was very dangerous.

"Could it be an alchemy tool? I feel like his voice is very young, and the magic cannot be so exquisite." Someone also raised this idea.

But he was soon greeted with sneers from others: "You'll know if you try it, won't you?"

The man fell silent for a moment and lowered his head to drink.

There were also wizards who kept their expressions as before and were quietly enjoying the wine, but when Meka left, he looked at them a few more times.

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On the second floor of the tavern, Meka, who had memories of duelist fights, seemed unaffected. After washing up, he actually lay on the bed and read the yellowed papers he got from Professor Quirrell, trying to learn the magic in them.

"In the world of dark wizards, it is best to know some black magic." Meka suddenly understood this 'truth'.

He felt it was a pity. If he had known the 'Death Curse' just now, the other party would have apologized on the spot the moment the wand lit up.

In addition, knowing black magic and having the identity of a dark wizard may make it easier to act here.

After studying for half an hour, Meka got some sleep, and then went outside in the evening to find the revenge target of the owner of the silver pocket watch, Paz Uriel, in an alley north of Knockturn Alley. The dark wizard 'Kane'.

"We need to know where he lives, his living habits, and his strength..." Meka planned to ambush the opponent, trying to kill him with one blow and quietly.

Unfortunately, he did not meet the dark wizard Canet that night.

However, after returning to the tavern, Meka paid people to inquire and confirmed that the person who killed Paz Uriel a year ago still lived in the alley to the north.

"I'm afraid I'll be very busy in the next few days."

Meka will explore and learn all the information in the Dark Wizard's card in the next few days.

On the other hand, you should also make some preparations in order to kill the opponent without accident.

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Late at night, someone took advantage of the darkness and came to the largest store in Knockturn Alley, Borgin Burke's Magic Shop.

"You want to sell this treasure on consignment?" Mr. Borgin, the owner of the magic shop, was surprised.

Because he has been running the store for many years, from his perspective, it is not difficult to see that this treasure is very precious, and it is probably the work of a certain alchemist master.

"Alas." The man sighed,

"I can't help it. Someone told me that the Ministry of Magic may be seizing the dark magic items in private houses. I keep them as a collection. It's not worth it if I am imprisoned in Azkaban for this."

"Can you help me see what the valuation is?" the man asked.

Mr. Borgin put on a pair of dark pince-nez and squinted at the jade-like green pendant in his hand.

"The material of this thing is very strong. I think the color and shape should be the teeth of some rare magical animal."

"Yeah." The man said:

"This thing has been caught in the fire of a fire dragon and has been burned for several days. It is still intact. Please estimate the price for me."

Mr. Borgin nodded. After a long time, he finally said:

"I think if this thing were to be sold, it would probably be worth 1,500 gold galleons."

"Less." The man frowned, and after thinking for a while, he said:

"I will keep it on consignment with you for three days, with a price tag of 2,000 gold galleons. If no one buys it, I will take it away after three days and find a buyer elsewhere."

"I'm afraid this time is too short and it will be difficult to find a buyer." Mr. Bojin hesitated, but finally nodded:

"Okay, but if it sells, I will take a 5% commission."

"I know that." The man nodded, said he would be back in three days, and then left in a hurry.

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