Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"Hermione?" Harry was startled. He heard Hermione's voice coming from the corner. Was it blocked by the troll in the corner of the bathroom?

"Hermione! Are you okay?" he shouted, wanting to know about Hermione.

"I..." Hermione was coughing, dust was flying in the bathroom, and her voice was hoarse:

"I'm fine... let's go..."

There was a sound of something falling.

The troll loosened its grip on Hermione and stared at Harry's face. It twitched its nose as if it was trying to identify the scent of its prey. It was actually more interested in Harry and the others. It turned around and headed towards Harry.

Hermione groaned in pain, and her voice came from the closed compartment:

"Let's go!"

"Harry, take Ron with you, we can't deal with it!"

"Ron." Harry took a deep breath, "Are you scared?"

Ron swallowed: "Afraid, of course I am, such a big monster..."

"You go first, Ron." Harry did not blame him. He raised his wand and faced the giant monster and said, "I will contain it. You leave quickly. If you run late, we may all have to stay." Here."

"I..." Ron's teeth were trembling. He suddenly gritted his teeth, grabbed the gravel on the ground, and threw it at the troll, "Fuck you Merlin pants!"

Harry was startled, wasn't he afraid?

The stone hit the giant monster's body and shattered immediately. It was provoked, roared, and walked towards Ron and the others. The water on the ground surged under its feet, and its speed became faster and faster.

"Harry, it's staring at me now, you take the opportunity to fuck Hermione...fuck..."

The ferocious huge mace suddenly fell down, creating a hole in the ground. The gravel flew into the ground. The two of them were unable to avoid it and were thrown away by the aftermath. Fortunately, there were no sharp things around. The two of them grimaced in pain. The ground got up.

Ron stared at the sweeping mace, his eyelids trembling. If this mace hits his head, will it explode like a watermelon?

"I'll do it."

Harry rested against the wall for a while, and then quickly ordered Ron to find an opportunity to move some large rocks outside the compartment to rescue Hermione.

He stared intently, raised his wand, and faced the ferocious giant monster, he whispered:

"All petrified!"

A white light flashed away.

Traces of petrification appeared on the monster's face. It stopped, tilted its head, and suddenly roared violently. The traces of petrification immediately shattered. As it shook its head, some stone skin fell to the ground. Turn into powder and dissipate.

Harry was surprised. The spell didn't work at all?

Hermione noticed the light of the spell. She anxiously told the reason why the troll was not afraid of the spell. This was probably because the troll was too big. She advised:

"We can't fight it. We need to find the professors. You should leave quickly. I'm fine now."

Harry smiled. How could he not hear the tremor in Hermione's voice? She was obviously scared, but she was pretending to be okay.

"Ron, are you leaving?" he asked.

"Why are you walking?" Ron cursed, "I've been beaten, so if I run away now, I'm really a weakling. George and the others can laugh at me forever."

Harry heard sobs coming from the compartment, and Hermione heard their conversation. He didn't know whether he was scared or moved, but he had no intention of comforting him. He saw the troll looking suspiciously at him, but he was not smart enough. shallow?

He was alerted. Was this giant monster more interested in his prey?

The troll no longer twitched its ugly nose. It completely locked onto Harry, with excitement in its eyes, as if it was the best prey.

The mace with sharp bone spurs dragged on the ground, and the troll rushed towards Harry, swung the club and smashed it into his face.

Harry was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and the death threat made him unable to breathe smoothly. He avoided it in a panic, and the mace whizzed past his head, removing the wall covering and carving a hole in the top of the wall.

Under the huge force of squeezing, some gravel scratched the side of Harry's face, causing blood. It almost passed through his eye and blinded him.

"This power..." Harry quickly crawled away, taking advantage of the troll to pull out the mace from the wall, and he pulled some distance away. He was panting, and his face was bloodshot from the strenuous exercise.

He quickly understood that there was a huge disparity in power, and if he wanted to escape, he had to outwit them.

"You can't aim at the giant monster's body. The magic spell is ineffective against it, but if you don't aim at it, how can you hurt it and force it back?"

Harry's heart was beating violently. He was scared and thinking of a way. He stared at the mace, and lightning seemed to flash through his heart.

Ron's eyes were worried. After he glanced at Harry, he walked around to remove the stones blocking the compartment. He held his breath and did not dare to take a breath because he had to pass by the giant monster's thighs. side.

Harry also saw Ron's movements. He prayed for Ron and stared closely at the troll's movements. Suddenly, the troll suddenly turned its head and stared at the mouse passing by its feet with indifferent eyes. ’

Ron lowered his head and did not dare to look. There was a huge shadow covering him. His legs began to shake, but he still moved forward little by little.

Harry was so frightened that he wanted to raise his wand and use the magic spell to attract the troll again and rescue Ron, but he quickly breathed a sigh of relief. The troll turned its head and looked towards him, as if it was only interested in him. One person is interested.

"It seems that my flesh and blood may be more fragrant."

Harry pretended to laugh at himself and relieved some of his nervousness. He took a deep breath, grabbed a stone on the ground and threw it at the troll's eyes.

"Come here!" he challenged.

The giant monster took one step forward, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey. The hard soles of its feet crushed an unknown amount of gravel, and dust rose up under its feet. It cracked the corners of its mouth, as if it was mocking the 'rat' in front of it for not overestimating its own capabilities.

It picked up the ferocious mace and put the bone spurs against its face, intending to smash Harry's head into pieces!

"Buzz!" Harry's ears were ringing, and there was a roar that shook his eardrums. He blindly jumped backwards, avoided some distance, gritted his teeth and raised his wand to face the mace.

Ron's attention was drawn. He was pushing away a stone slab, and the sight took his breath away for a moment.

The mace hit Harry's head with overwhelming force. Harry used his tiny wand to resist, almost like a mantis trying to block the car. Ron's eyes were horrified, as if he had seen Harry's head bleeding.

The dazzling white light suddenly exploded!

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Floating spell!

The huge mace suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the huge inertia brought up strong winds, blowing off Harry's glasses.

The giant monster's eyes showed surprise. It was surprised that it couldn't control the mace in its hand. The veins in the hand it was holding suddenly popped out.

Before Harry could breathe a sigh of relief, the mace moved, and the huge force came back. The wand in Harry's hand flew away. He looked surprised and reached out to grab the wand.

There was a shadow falling on his head, he raised his head suddenly, his heartbeat was about to jump out of his chest, the giant monster was grinning ferociously, it picked up the mace and faced him again, this time it was probably going to smash his face completely into his skull!

"Harry!" Ron roared, grabbing the stone at hand and smashing it as hard as he could.

"Asshole! Look at me!"

Hermione heard the movement outside and her voice trembled: "Harry, leave me alone and run!"

Harry's heart was beating extremely fast. He was defenseless and couldn't hide. He gritted his teeth and stared at the giant monster that wanted to kill him, trying to remember its face!

Boom! The air screamed, then suddenly became silent.

Harry watched the huge mace stop on his face, already touching his hair, making him break into a cold sweat. He was surprised and delighted, what was going on?

The next moment, he saw the troll roaring unwillingly. He put away his mace and ran wildly into the distance on all fours. The speed was frightening, and he disappeared into the night after a while.

Soon, footsteps sounded at the end of the corridor, and a short figure walked towards him with disheveled hair.

He has messy silver hair on his head, an old face, and limbs like a child. He is coming at a very fast pace. This is the professor of Charms, Filius Flivy.

"Are the children okay?" Professor Flitwick arrived.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground. He lay on his back and gasped for air.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and his face was no longer ferocious, but the voice in the cubicle began to cry.

Professor Flitwick used his wand to move a large piece of huge stone, and rescued Hermione from the compartment. With a serious look on his face, he criticized several people for not listening to the professor's words, not following the rules, and actually running out privately. Finally, he explained why Came suddenly:

"Professor Snape was worried about your safety and asked me to come to you."

Harry and others were surprised, how could it be Snape? He didn't have the slightest fondness for Harry and repeatedly targeted him in class.

But Professor Flitwick was very sure that it was Professor Snape who was worried about them and asked him to take care of them many times. He also asked several people what kind of punishment they would receive:

"You almost lost your lives. This lesson must be deeply remembered by you. You can tell yourself how to punish you?"

Ron stammered: "How about deducting some Gryffindor credits?"

Professor Flitwick shook his head, this was impossible.

"Professor Flitwick." Hermione begged while wiping her tears, finally hitting Professor Flitwick and he relented.

"Forget it, I'll let you go this time. If there is a next time, I will inform Professor McGonagall about this and she will punish you twice. I hope you will remember it."

"Then Meka..." Harry thought twice, but still told Meka's whereabouts, saying that he had not found Meka yet and was afraid that Meka would be in danger.

Professor Flitwick looked serious: "This is not something you should consider. I will find the whereabouts of Meka Anders. You should go back to your dormitory as soon as possible and don't come out again."

Under his arrangement, Harry and the others left in the opposite direction of the troll, heading back to Gryffindor's dormitory.

Professor Flitwick stared at the direction in which the giant monster disappeared. He was puzzled. How could this giant monster know how to listen to footsteps? It seemed to have intelligence that was different from other giant monsters.

He put aside his thoughts and moved quickly to chase the fleeing giant monster to prevent anyone from being injured or even killed by it.

Soon, Professor Flitwick's short figure quickly disappeared into the night.

…

The black bat soars in the night sky. Its wings are much more majestic than those of ordinary bats. It can fly a long distance with a single flapping in the night sky.

It was looking at the situation on the ground with bright eyes, alerting people who arrived suddenly, and preventing its whereabouts from being noticed and its identity being revealed. Suddenly, several figures came into view.

"Harry's face was actually hurt?"

Meka Anders was a little surprised, because in his opinion, the trolls were not smart enough and could easily be tricked by others. With Hermione and Harry's wit and magical talents, they should be safe and sound just like the memories of their previous lives. That's right.

"Could it be that my 'butterfly' caused the change?"

He flapped his wings, flew down from the air, turned into a human form in the corner, and met several people walking in the corridor at the corner.

"Meka?!" Harry said in surprise. He was worried when he unexpectedly met Meka around the corner.

Ron and Hermione were also very happy. They were all safe and sound, with only some superficial injuries.

They hurriedly asked where Meka had gone.

Meka looked at the tears on Hermione's face, and it seemed that something unexpected had happened, but luckily she was not in danger.

He responded with a smile:

"I also rushed to the forbidden book area, but I encountered a troll running rampant on the way, so I chose to take a detour. I didn't expect to miss you all the way."

"Eh." Ron covered his heart, "You don't know how powerful that giant monster is..."

As they talked, they walked faster, trying to get back to the Gryffindor dormitory before others noticed.

…

In the secret passage under the abandoned classroom, there were net-like vines that blocked the entire dark space. The walls and floor were covered with them. An invisible figure was exploring it and walking through every corner.

"This place is actually full of dead ends."

Professor Quirrell looked ugly. He had spent so much effort and finally entered the secret passage, but it turned out that this was a confined space. There was no trace of ordinary stones, let alone the thing he was eager to get.

"Is Hogwarts playing tricks on me?" He tore off a piece of the vines on the wall in a rage. If that was the case, he might still have to return empty-handed.

"Is this?" Quirrell was suddenly startled and hurriedly left the place to stay away from the wall. He felt the ground moving and black shadows flashed past. He looked down and saw that they were actually those dark green vines. It's actually moving!

"Is this a magical plant?" Professor Quirrell understood immediately that this seemingly ordinary vine was actually not a natural vegetation, but a magical plant that someone had raised here, and it had strange abilities.

He was not angry but happy. This magical plant was probably protecting something when it stayed here. This meant that he was on the right track, but what kind of magical plant was it?

Quirrell left the place again, and the vines were climbing up his body, seeming to trap him in the huge vines.

His steps were fast, but his face became solemn. If he was surrounded, he would probably die here. He felt that these vines were extremely tough and powerful and could strangle people alive.

"Quirinas." A hoarse voice sounded at the right time: "This is a devil's net. Use light and heat to disperse them."

"It turns out to be a devil's net." Professor Quirrell suddenly realized. He stretched out his wand and whispered. The wand lit up with bright white light, dispelling the darkness.

Under the illumination of the light, the vines around the feet faded quickly. They moved very quickly, as if they were afraid of the light, and were gathering towards the depths of darkness.

The hoarse voice seemed to have noticed something strange and said, "Go to the right. There is a road behind the Devil's Net."

"Road?" Quirrell turned around quickly, and sure enough he saw the vines crawling quickly, and accidentally leaked a small gap. What was behind them was not a wall, but darkness. This was indeed a road!

Quirrell was pleasantly surprised. He headed there and used light to disperse the remaining vines blocking the road. Soon, a passage gradually opened up behind the vines, almost large enough to accommodate him.

But he immediately put away the wand, the light on the wand dissipated, and the surroundings returned to darkness. He hid in the corner vigilantly, without making any noise, when someone came from behind.

"Quirinus Quirrell."

A cold voice came from the darkness, and a tall figure stepped out of the shadows. He stared at the place where Quirrell was hiding with cold eyes.

"Come out, thief who came to Hogwarts." Professor Snape took out his wand.

"Snape?" Quirrell knew he couldn't hide, so he walked out with a solemn expression on his face, because the man in front of him was talented and powerful in magic.

"Oh?" Professor Snape's indifferent expression flashed with surprise, "You actually changed your face specially, Professor Quirrell?"

Quirrell didn't answer at all. He just thought that he was an outsider, not a professor at Hogwarts. He suddenly asked:

"How did you get here?"

"Of course we are here to catch the thief." Professor Snape looked at him coldly. He raised his wand, and a sharp invisible blade pierced the air, making a horrifying sound like a swarm of bees tearing apart.

Professor Quirrell dodged in horror, and the sharp edge passed by him, tearing countless devil's net vines behind him into pieces, and large pieces fell down, even the wall was pierced, leaving horrific knife marks.

He knew that he was invincible. If he was touched by such a sharp edge, his body would probably break into several pieces. He fled in a hurry, and his body disappeared from the place. He had already used the Illusion Body Spell to become invisible.

Professor Snape chased after him, the light piercing the darkness like lightning, the invisible edge was venting, and the horrifying sounds came one after another, chasing after him like gangrene in the bones.

The two rushed out of the secret passage one after another and came to the abandoned classroom outside. There was a soft harp solo, accompanied by the snoring of a three-headed dog.

"etc!"

Quirrell's face was ugly, and there were several deep blood marks on his body, which were as deep as the bones. They were just scratched by invisible sharp edges in the dark. He saw Professor Snape making another move and hurriedly said:

"Aren't you afraid something will happen to Harry Potter and Meka Anders?"

"What do you mean?" Professor Snape narrowed his eyes.

Seeing him stop his movements, Professor Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief. He was right. Snape really valued the two of them.

He smiled and asked: "Have you seen that giant monster?"

Professor Snape didn't respond, staring at him coldly.

Professor Quirrell said to himself: "When I was taming this giant monster, I sent it to hunt for food. I was surprised to find that it had intelligence that was different from ordinary giant monsters. It knew how to hunt and would quietly hunt. Hide yourself and wait for prey.

Then when the prey is defenseless, use the mace you carry to smash the prey's head into pieces, like this..."

He imitated the movements of the troll and made a 'bang' sound from his mouth.

Professor Snape looked at his actions and said coldly: "What do you want to say?"

Professor Quirrell smiled and continued: "It seems to be the leader of the giant monsters, so it has such amazing hunting skills, but what I'm more surprised about is that it holds a grudge. It will run away when it is outmatched. Remember the breath of the creature you fought with, and you will kill that creature when it is alone and is off guard."

Professor Snape's face darkened, he knew what Quirrell wanted to express.

Sure enough, Quirrell took out two hairs from his pocket and added with a smile:

"This is the hair of Harry Potter and Meka Anders, with their scent, I gave it to the giant monster to smell..."

Professor Snape's face turned gloomy.

Professor Quirrell suddenly stopped smiling, pointed his wand, the sound of the piano ended, and the snoring stopped.

In the darkness, the huge lantern suddenly opened, roared, and a bloody mouth suddenly bit down on the unsuspecting Snape!

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At the same time, Meka and Harry were walking in a hurry, and finally saw the Gryffindor Tower in front of them. Ron was beaming with joy, and they chatted quietly. No one saw them along the way, and they avoided being punished by the school. This was undoubtedly Great thing.

The late night is as silent as water.

Meka Anders' expression suddenly changed. He pushed Harry away, and a huge figure rushed out from the corner. The mace fell on his head, trying to kill both of them!

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