Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

A huge black dog emerged from the darkness and ran towards the prey in front of him.

Three heads so huge that they almost burst the ceiling roared in the air, and green saliva fell from the corners of their mouths like a heavy rain.

Boom!

The entire floor seemed to vibrate with its falling footsteps.

Professor Quirrell looked back, frightened, and ran away frantically.

"idiot!"

The hoarse voice said angrily: "You still smell of garlic. Didn't I ask you to clean it up?"

"I'm used to it."

Professor Quirrell gasped: "I once traveled abroad and dealt with vampires frequently. If I didn't have this smell on my body, I would have died countless times."

"Besides." Professor Quirrell was a little puzzled, "I have no research on magical animals. How did I know that three-headed dogs are so sensitive to smells."

"You..." The hoarse voice was speechless for a moment, as if he was really angry with this servant and had nothing to say.

Boom!

The air behind him seemed to be squeezing crazily. The speed of the monster known as the three-headed Greek hell dog increased sharply, and gravel flew under its feet.

Affected by its terrifying speed, the gravel shot out like bullets, falling like a rain of gravel.

"Behind me!"

The hoarse voice reminded hurriedly.

Professor Quirrell glanced out of the corner of his eye and was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat. He pointed his wand and recited an obscure spell quickly:

"Wingardim, Leviosa!"

Levitation spell!

Buzz!

A large ray of light suddenly enveloped the field of vision.

Strands of white light flowed away from the wand and shot into the gravel that was moving rapidly like bullets, and unexpectedly caught every gravel aimed at him one by one.

The next moment, white light flashed from the rubble, as if a huge air current was generated, sweeping all the rubble aside with a loud noise.

No time to admire his masterpiece, Professor Quirrell ran away again, extremely anxious.

The door to this abandoned classroom is right in front of you, very close at hand!

"Hurry, hurry!"

Just ten meters away.

Ten meters, seven meters, six meters...

There was great joy in Professor Quirrell's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to grab the door.

But he only heard a roar coming from the back of his head, almost shattering his eardrums!

He just turned his head and saw the huge body behind him. The air above his head was already roaring. When he looked up, his eyes were wide open.

A huge black claw as big as a door spread out and fell down!

Seeing that the giant black claw had completely buried Professor Quirrell, suddenly a sharp shout came from the darkness:

"Armor protection!"

Iron Armor Curse!

A ray of light was so strong that it revealed huge black claws!

Countless golden lines flashed in the air, and a huge transparent shield took shape, completely protecting Professor Quirrell.

The huge black claw fell.

Bang! !

Huge air currents swept up, and there were invisible ripples in the air that shook wildly like ocean waves. The shield formed by the Iron Armor Curse was smashed out of nowhere, and cracks spread wildly in an instant.

Professor Quirrell hurriedly jumped out from behind the shield, rolled towards the side and ran away.

The next moment,

The invisible shield shattered!

The three-headed dog's huge black claws slapped on the door, causing the entire abandoned classroom to change. The red and fiery lines were like running water, instantly surrounding the entire classroom.

That formidable force only caused a few ripples when it was slapped on it, like water droplets on a lake!

The lines like flowing fire flashed away.

"Dumbledore's method."

The hoarse voice was gloomy: "Dumbledore has been alarmed, leave quickly!"

Professor Quirrell was annoyed: "Where to go? The door is blocked."

"Someone!"

A huge airflow swept through half of the abandoned classroom, and a hoarse voice sneered: "On the ceiling on the right, there is Animagus."

Professor Quirrell looked up and actually saw a bat hiding in the shadows!

"Vampire?" He was stunned, "Why are there vampires here?"

The hoarse voice continued: "If you like to hide, let him be the bait."

Professor Quirrell reacted very quickly. The moment the bat moved, he stretched out his wand and pointed.

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"Oops!"

Meka Anders, who was hiding in the ceiling, suddenly felt like she was dead.

He was hiding here because the noise just made was too great and he couldn't evacuate in a hurry, so he could only hide on the ceiling and move slowly towards the door against the wall.

This was originally a risky move, but unexpectedly it was discovered.

A drop of blood-colored liquid flew out from Professor Quirrell's wand and fell in front of the bat's eyes. Suddenly, the blood-colored liquid drop expanded, as if there was a spring inside, and suddenly turned into a downpour of blood.

Meka didn't even have time to escape, and was soaked all over.

But this thing didn't hurt or itch at all. Just when he was thinking about the significance of Quirrell's move, a strong smell suddenly penetrated his nostrils.

"Is it blood?!"

The strong smell of blood immediately covered the faint smell of garlic in the air.

The three-headed dog's attention was drawn and he looked towards Meka.

Professor Quirrell's figure disappeared in this moment, as if it had been erased by an eraser, and no trace could be seen.

Meka is spreading her wings and preparing to venture out of the classroom door.

There was a bang,

The door has been completely locked, and the rusty door lock clicks, locking it tightly.

"Quirrell ran out!"

The only way out is cut off!

Meka was startled, and before he could think of the next idea, the three-headed dog had already turned around and came towards him.

With the three-headed dog's head, it could crush him to death without even stepping on its feet as long as it walked in front of him.

"What should I do?"

"How can I escape?"

His heart was beating like a drum, and Meka was very anxious. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

The bat's body opened its mouth, and there seemed to be silent waves extending in all directions.

At the same time, a three-dimensional classroom map instantly took shape in his mind.

"What is this?"

Meka's eyes turned and he saw a crack in the southeast corner of the classroom!

The crack was pitifully small, but the bat's body should be able to barely squeeze in.

"Roar!"

The three-headed dog drooled and walked slowly.

The huge body was already in front of him, and it stretched out its claws to catch the little bat, like a cat playing with a mouse, with a playful heart.

"Fortunately, it's a wild beast, it has no wisdom."

"There should be a chance to escape."

Meka suppressed his anxiety, "Wait, wait a little longer, don't provoke it, otherwise it will run away and I won't have time to escape."

The three-headed dog stretched out his hand to catch the little bat in front of him, with a teasing look in his eyes, and he was not in a hurry.

His saliva dripped down, just soaking the bat.

Meka felt cold all over, but still didn't dare to run away, just raised his head to take a look.

This look made him suddenly refreshed:

"The opportunity has come!"

In the eyes of the three-headed dog, there was no longer the vigilance of the wild beast when hunting.

Meka's bat wings flapped, and the whole body shot away.

The three-headed dog was stunned for a moment, and was about to chase.

Meka got into the crack, squeezed hard, and disappeared in the abandoned classroom.

"Roar!!"

Seeing that both prey disappeared, the three-headed dog raised the middle head and roared angrily.

Dust fell from the ceiling.

…

"Finally escaped."

"This seems to be a utility room."

All around were various tables, chairs, brooms and other old things, covered with a thick layer of dust.

Meka's whole bat body was lying on the ground, unwilling to move even a little, he was really tired.

He rested for a while, and just as he was about to get up, a half-folded painting in front of him attracted his attention.

"What is this?"

Meka moved his feet and touched the painting with his bat's claws. It seemed as if water drops fell in his mind, very crisp.

A vague figure appeared in the space of his mind, looming.

"It turned out to be a relic."

Meka was a little surprised.

He looked around and listened to the sound again. He didn't hear anyone coming, so he put away the Animagus.

A figure appeared in the dim utility room.

He picked up the painting and slowly unfolded it. It was a portrait of an old man.

The ending is: "Self-portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black, Headmaster of Hogwarts between 1879 and 1926".

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