Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"Is everyone here?"

In front of Hagrid's hut, everyone gathered, and he began to plan today's exploration route. He asked several people to circulate the map he drew, and then arranged:

"It's still the same as yesterday, me, Ron, and Hermione are in a group, and Harry and Malfoy are in a group." He hesitated, "Anders, why don't you come with me, or go with Harry and the others? Have a companion?”

Meka shook his head with a smile and refused: "I'm still alone."

He explained again that he was born to be sensitive to sounds, and whenever something happened, he would leave immediately and seek help from them.

Seeing that his persuasion was fruitless, Hagrid could only solemnly tell him to be more careful.

"I will," Meka responded.

Several people came to the Forbidden Forest, which was still shrouded in fog, and separated at the edge, each heading towards the planned route.

Not long after, on a certain road in the Forbidden Forest, a shadow burst out at an astonishing speed and soared into the sky.

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"This unicorn is injured, but it's still running so fast?"

Quirinus Quirrell looked at the animal footprints on the ground with a gloomy expression.

Hogwarts had already responded last night. Someone came to search Lin. He knew that he had to speed up the process and capture the unicorn.

"Since it's difficult to chase, we have to find another way." Quirrell thought.

The night was dark, the trees in the Forbidden Forest were full of shadows, and strange bird calls were faintly heard in the distance. Professor Quirrell soon came to a cave and waited here.

This cave was originally home to a pair of unicorns and was very secluded. Later, the adult unicorn died in his ambush and was drained of its blood. The remaining young unicorn also tried to protect it. The mother was injured.

As a result, the adult unicorn screamed before dying, and the baby unicorn began to run for his life.

"The book I got from the forbidden book section said that unicorns are spiritual creatures with human emotions. If that's the case, I don't believe that the little unicorn won't come back."

Quirrell thought clearly. He would wait here today and not go anywhere, because the little unicorn might become homesick and come back to see the cave where he and his mother once lived.

There was some regret in his heart. If a powerful centaur hadn't bumped into it, he wouldn't have left the adult unicorn's body behind.

He believed that as long as he had the flesh and blood of the little unicorn's mother on hand, and he could cut off a piece of it, the little unicorn might be stimulated and follow him all the way.

"Sure enough, it's here." Half an hour later, Professor Quirrell smiled.

He saw a bright light running in the night in the distance, and a white unicorn walked out of the light. Looking at the familiar cave, it lay on the ground and let out a childish cry like a cry.

When the little unicorn had no time to pay attention to its surroundings, a bright flame, like an arrow, hit one of its front hooves, igniting a fire that completely enveloped its front hooves in the terrifying heat.

The unicorn screamed, and burst out with brilliant light to extinguish the flames. It was about to escape in panic, but it had already noticed that someone was ambushing it, so it turned around and ran wildly, staggering.

"Still want to escape?" Quirrell followed with a sneer.

The injury on the little unicorn's right hoof did not allow it to run any faster. After a certain distance, Quirrell caught up with it.

"Split into pieces." Quirrell muttered the incantation.

A series of terrifying dazzling blades shot through the air, blocking the little unicorn's path.

There was a creepy scream in the darkness, and a sharp blade of light shot into the ancient tree. Suddenly, the tree surrounded by the two was cut into a huge gap, and the green ancient tree fell, almost killing the unicorn. buried.

The unicorn's body glowed with white light and it avoided the fallen ancient tree. The wound on its right hoof that was blackened by the fire was gradually healing. It made an anxious cry and tried to find a way to escape.

Poof! The white light blade whizzed past, pierced its other front hoof, and brought up a handful of silver blood. It fell to the ground, crawling desperately on the ground, making helpless and childish screams.

"咴咴~"

"It's time to end." Professor Quirrell walked slowly over, his wand emitting a suffocating light, intending to send the Avada Kedavra, which symbolizes death, into its skull to end its life. .

"Pfft!" A sharp roar broke out in the night, and a long silver arrow penetrated Quirrell's arm like lightning, and blood burst out.

"A centaur's arrow?" Professor Quirrell was startled. Unprepared, he couldn't avoid it and blocked it with his other hand. As a result, the shielded hand was torn apart by the silver arrow.

The wand in his hand almost fell off, and the unskilled Avada Kedavra dissipated, and the green light went out.

"Who?!" He endured the severe pain in his hand and shouted towards the place where the arrow came from.

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In the darkness, one of the countless ancient trees with leafy branches, a shadow sat quietly on the treetop, silently, smiling in the night.

"I finally found this unicorn, and I plan to borrow some blood from it. How can I let you take it away?"

"But it's not easy to maintain the shape of the arrow all the time."

Meka always maintained the transformation spell, preventing the long silver arrow from turning back into a dead branch.

The shape of this arrow was imitated by him. He met a team of horsemen in the Forbidden Forest on the road. Most of them carried such long silver arrows on their backs. The reason why he imitated it was naturally that he wanted to borrow horses. The strength of men forced Quirrell back.

"To be on the safe side, we have to do one thing first." Meka turned back and looked into the distance.

He chanted a spell in a low voice, and the dead branch he threw turned into a long silver arrow. It was not aimed at the enemy, but at the way it came from, and soon disappeared into the night.

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"When did the centaurs become so insidious?" Seeing that the visitor was silent, Professor Quirrell looked gloomy and mocked him with a hoarse voice.

But the visitor was very patient and did not respond at all. After waiting for a long time, there was no movement in the night, only the cry of the strange bird.

"This person is pulling my spirit and trying to force me back." Quirrell's face was as dark as water.

The arrows that were not shot in the dark were the most fatal, because he didn't know where they were shot from, and they could kill him at any time. Therefore, he didn't dare to relax for a moment, and was alert left and right. Finally, after several minutes, he saw the grass shaking in the distance, rustling.

"Here?" Quirrell was happy.

A white blade of light suddenly cut into the bushes, a handful of hot blood spilled into the air, and a black rat the size of a human head flew up on the spot, its body cut in half.

"Is it a rat?" The smile on Quirrell's face suddenly withdrew, and his face became gloomy again.

He turned his head and was about to look elsewhere, but suddenly his face changed drastically, and he jumped away from where he was standing. A long silver arrow plunged into the place where he had just stood. The terrible speed and power carried by the arrow overturned the soil and tore the thick roots of the ancient tree on the ground directly into pieces.

Quirrell was immediately shocked and broke into a cold sweat. The arrow was aimed at his head just now. If it hit, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Come out!" He shouted coldly, looking at the direction of the dead rat. The arrow came from there.

"Not there." The hoarse voice finally spoke, and his voice was no longer as weak as before.

"Are you awake?" Quirrell was surprised.

This lord had fallen into a deep sleep since drinking the blood of the unicorn, and now he finally woke up.

The hoarse voice hummed and said, "Quirinus, the magic power is fluctuating on the tallest ancient tree on your right."

Qiluo looked over there and saw an ancient tree with lush branches and leaves standing in the bushes. He showed a cold smile, and the blazing fire roared away, tearing the night. In the terrible explosion, a shadow jumped up from the treetops and swept away.

The instant high temperature had already melted the treetops of the ancient tree directly, and the dense branches and leaves were burned cleanly. The flaming leaves fluttered down like fire butterflies.

"Animagus?" Quirrell sneered. It turned out that the "rat" was pretending to be a centaur.

The next moment, he pointed his wand at the flying birds in the distance, and rays of light flashed like stars in the night.

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"It's still discovered." Meka soared in the sky.

He was about to duck into the bushes to hide himself when he was startled. He heard the sound of a swarm of bees whistling. Looking back, he saw dazzling white blades of light bursting out at a terrifying speed, approaching him continuously.

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