Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

The chess game on the wizard chessboard was about to end. On the other side, in the room of the flame door, Professor Quirrell suddenly felt something strange in his body after his ambush failed.

His body suddenly felt cold, his skin turned pale, and black lines stretched on it, with a certain disturbing aura.

"This is..." Professor Quirrell's pupils shrank, and he had some bad guesses.

He saw black mist overflowing from his skin, forming a black snake mark with its head and tail connected in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant. He reacted suddenly and took out the banned drug that he had taken countless times from his arms. The aura of the two was almost the same.

"Oh? Did you finally notice it?" A hoarse voice laughed.

Professor Quirrell held the bottle of gray forbidden medicine, his hands trembling: "You...you are transforming my body to make it...more suitable for you?"

"As you said." The hoarse voice said,

"Quirinus, you are not a stupid person. You should know that I hate those subordinates who are clever. Therefore, my subordinates are either loyal Death Eaters or dead people."

"But I..." Professor Quirrell's face turned pale: "But I have always obeyed your orders and fulfilled my duties. Why do you..."

"But you have made mistakes, Quirinus." The hoarse voice said,

" You used Snape as an excuse to delay entering the abandoned classroom, and refused my order on the Quidditch field, unwilling to take action against Harry Potter. "

"You don't want to get too deeply involved with me, and want to leave yourself a way out. I understand this thought, but ah..."

The hoarse voice suddenly became cold: "What I hate most in my life is such subordinates. There have been wizards who say that I am autocratic and dictatorial. Although I don't want to admit this vulgar description, he is right."

"Of course." The hoarse voice eased:

"If you are loyal, I will naturally not occupy your body. After all, your body is too cheap and I don't like it."

"In addition, after accepting my transformation, your body has become stronger, and the magic power has been stained with my breath. Maybe one day I can save your life..."

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"Who could this be?"

In the wizard chessboard room, Harry frowned and looked at the note in his hand.

He didn't know much about his parents, and now there was suddenly a "mother's friend" in Hogwarts, which made him confused.

Just as he was about to look around to see who had sent the note, a rumbling sound came from the chessboard, waking him up. The White Queen smashed the stone statue of the Knight with a sword and returned to its original position.

"Harry, is Ron okay?" Hermione asked, because from Harry's angle, he could just see Ron blocked by the broken stone statue.

"He doesn't seem to be injured, but he's unconscious." Harry took a deep breath, "Wait for me a moment, I'll end the game soon."

According to Ron's instructions, he came to the stone statue of the White Queen and "checked" the White Queen again. The White Queen had nowhere to hide, and the stone statue immediately abandoned the sword, which fell to the ground with a clang, and the metallic luster faded.

A bright light flashed across the surface of the chessboard, as if all the remaining stone statues had returned to sleep, which also meant that this long-lasting chess game was finally over.

"Hermione, you take care of Ron." After Harry checked that Ron was fine, he quickly ordered Hermione to stay and take care of Ron, and then informed Professor Dumbledore of the news here through an owl.

Because all signs showed that the tests and enemies here were not something they could handle, he was worried that there would be accidents later.

Hermione hesitated for a long time and finally agreed. She looked worried and watched Harry enter the door of the next level.

The moment she turned back, a shadow rushed past and also entered the door.

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Meka Anders entered the room quietly again. He was very cautious because he knew that Professor Quirrell was probably hiding in a corner, waiting for someone to help him pass through the fire door.

"It seems that Professor Quirrell doesn't want to cause trouble. He is probably worried that Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape will suddenly come?"

Meka was alert for a long time and found that the other party did not intend to take action here.

He guessed that Professor Quirrell would only show up for the Philosopher's Stone when they arrived in the Philosopher's Stone room.

"Now we have to wait for Harry to pass the test of the fire door." Meka looked at Harry's back.

Half an hour later, in front of the black fire door with blazing flames, Harry finally solved the puzzle on the table. He picked up one of the gray potions and shook it slightly. The solution of the potion faded from gray to some kind of ice blue liquid.

"It should be this bottle. It seems that just one sip is enough..." Harry paused for a long time and took a big sip with gritted teeth.

He chose to believe his reasoning and believed that this bottle of potion was not the so-called poison, but the only way to pass the fire door.

"My body is a little cold." Harry was feeling the changes in his body.

He was suddenly stunned, and seemed to see two imperceptible lights flashing in front of his eyes, and then there was a rustling sound in the bottle, and the solution churned.

The remaining ice blue potion suddenly turned into a black, purple and blue liquid, and the three colors were slowly merging in the transparent potion bottle.

"What's going on?" Harry frowned and thought.

After the solution was mixed, a strange smell came out. He felt that he could not drink it anymore and put the bottle of strange potion back on the table.

Could it be that this level only allows one sip of potion? A flash of doubt flashed through his mind.

"The Philosopher's Stone..." Harry came to the flame door, looked at the blazing flames, took a deep breath, and rushed in.

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"Good guy, one bottle of potion for three people."

In the darkness, Meka Anders smiled silently.

He saw that most of the solution in Harry's bottle was replaced by two "conversion spells" and turned into some strange potion mixture, which was quite interesting.

However, even if this bottle of potion was not replaced, it would self-destruct. When he cast the conversion spell, he had already felt that the potion was undergoing some changes. This was obviously Professor Snape's method.

"Professor Quirrell seems to have gone in a long time ago." Meka waited for a while and quickly made a judgment.

Just now, he observed that when Harry stopped in front of the flame door, there was a flame fluttering, as if someone passed through, but he was not sure.

Now he knew that it was Professor Quirrell who passed through the flame door.

Thinking of this, Meka picked up the ice-blue solution he had replaced and was about to drink it in one gulp. Suddenly, he was surprised and saw a brilliant light on his chest.

"What is this?" Meka took out a feather pen with golden light from his arms and was stunned.

This was the feather pen given by Principal Black. Because Principal Black said that this feather pen would help him one day, he always carried it with him. Why is it suddenly glowing now?

"It seems to be absorbing the magic power in my body?" Meka felt a familiar magic fluctuation in it.

He held the golden feather pen in his palm, and the golden lines flashed. He regained his tranquility, and something suddenly appeared in his mind.

"It can resist a fatal injury for me, but I need to borrow some more magic power to use it?" Meka smiled, and he came at the right time.

He tried to feel the magic power of his body and speed up the delivery of magic power. He wanted to activate the ability of the golden feather pen as soon as possible to add a back-up to his many preparations.

"There should still be enough time." Maika felt the energy of the golden feather pen gradually filling up.

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Inside the flame door.

When Harry walked down the dark stairs, he found a figure waiting in front of him, and his expression was stunned:

"Why is it you?"

He gradually showed a surprised look:

"Shouldn't it be Snape? I always thought...it would be Snape, and he wanted to take away the Philosopher's Stone..."

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