Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

In the dead of night, people from all directions merged into a certain street and alley, walking through the dark night.

After Meka Anders came to Borgin Burke's Magic Shop, at the invitation of Mr. Borkin, she wanted to follow another customer whose face was hidden under a black mask.

When Meka arrived, the black-masked guest glanced at him, seemingly observing.

"It's time to go." The guest in the black mask urged.

Meka was also looking at him. A black mask covered the man's face, and the rest of his body was wrapped in a black robe, making it airtight.

But there was a certain smell emanating from this man. Although the smell had been processed, the remaining smell was still too obvious to Meka like a candlelight in the dark.

"The smell of earthen grave roots?"

Mercado glanced at the guest in the black mask. The grave root was the root system of some kind of herb that grew beside the grave. It was often used to neutralize the putrid smell of corpses.

This shows that the other party often deals with dead people.

"Here is your mask." Mr. Borkin handed Mekar a silver moon-patterned mask.

Meka put away the Silver Moon Mask, put it on under the cover of her robe, and followed the two of them into a hidden alley.

"In the secret auction, all guests are called by code names." Mr. Borgin explained for Meka.

"This black-masked guest is nicknamed Blacksmith." He introduced the black-masked guest to Meka, and then asked: "What about you? What name do you plan to use?"

Meka thought for a moment and replied: "Medicine Master."

The road leading to the secret auction was very bumpy. The group of people took many twists and turns, bypassed many intersections and alleys, and went deep into a dark alley.

They came to an inconspicuous dilapidated house, entered the secret passage behind the dusty bookcase, and arrived at their destination.

In the secret passage leading underground, there is actually a luxurious place, with crystal fountains flowing under the light, colorful and beautiful floral decorations, servants and attendants stopping, and a group of extraordinary characters wearing various masks waiting.

"Mr. Borgin." Someone greeted from a distance, a figure wearing a golden mask.

He was upright and well-dressed, wearing a black dress-style robe, a white bottoming shirt, and a gemstone brooch, and he walked slowly.

"Oh? It turns out to be Mr. Secret Blood." Mr. Bojin responded with a smile.

He introduced Meka and the guests of Black Mask: "This is Mr. Secret Blood. He has a distinguished status and comes from an ancient family."

The golden-masked 'Secret Blood' smiled and shook hands with the two of them and had a brief conversation. When he turned around, a strand of long pale golden hair emerged from the edge of his robe.

Soon, the secret auction will begin. All the masked figures enter the door of the luxurious house. There is a waiter holding a golden basin filled with "clear water" and waiting at the door.

"When you ask guests to come in, simply wash your hands." An old man in black robes with white beard and hair said.

The first guest wearing a purple mask put his hands into the basin. Black mist filled the basin, and then fire and blood appeared in it, as if a blood-stained past event was being shown.

The guest in the purple mask observed with interest. When he took out his hands, the black mist gradually disappeared.

Another waiter handed over a clean handkerchief. The man in the purple mask took it and wiped his hands. He took another look at the basin of 'clear water' and stepped into the inner room.

"Is this a test of the identity of the dark wizard?" Meka stared at the basin of 'clear water'.

To be more precise, he was looking at the golden basin.

He guessed that this was some kind of alchemical product that had the ability to detect the identity of a dark wizard.

"But what is the principle of detection?" Meka frowned in thought under the mask.

"It seems they are on guard against the Ministry of Magic." A masked guest said from the side.

"There have been a lot of incidents recently, it would be better if the inspections were stricter," another customer commented.

"The next one." The old man in black robe said.

One by one, the guests washed their hands in the golden basin and then entered the luxurious house.

It was the turn of a man wearing a white mask. He put his hands into it. The black mist filled the air for a while, then clicked, as if something had broken. The black mist dissipated, leaving only a light light. Drifting on the basin, he was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting this to happen.

"White Wizard." The old man in black robe said softly.

After the words fell, several people in black robes instantly surrounded the man in the white mask, and a wand was pressed against his neck.

"Wait a minute!" The man in the white mask panicked: "I am not a white wizard, how could I be a white wizard? I come from the Ferrell family..."

The old man in black robe took out a broken black gem from his arms. He smiled and crushed the black gem completely.

"It's useless." The old man in black robe said: "Alchemy objects cannot hide your identity."

He clapped his hands: "Let's do it."

A sinister green light penetrated into the head of the man in the white mask. He let out a shrill cry, rolled his eyes, and collapsed. His body was exuding a thick black fog, and he was already dead.

"So decisive." Meka's eyes narrowed.

It seems that this secret auction is not so easy to enter, he thought to himself.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and a man wearing a gray mask sent a magic spell into the head of the waiter on the side, knocking him down. He quickly wanted to escape from here.

The old man in black robe saw it, his face turned cold, and he shouted: "Catch him!"

Several figures in black robes rushed out, and bright light shot out from their wands, aiming to penetrate the body of the gray masked man.

Zhila! The invisible armor emerged, resisting all the spells, but the light was too strong and carried some terrible power, making the invisible armor unbearable and gradually shattered.

The man in the gray mask did not panic at all, but instead sneered:

"It's really a den of thieves, full of dark wizards."

"Sooner or later you will all be eradicated."

He recited the incantation quickly, and his body glowed with gleaming light. The air screamed, as if a vortex was about to form in the air, sucking his figure in.

"It's ridiculous." The old man in black robe shook his head.

A tall figure in black robe suddenly appeared in front of the man in the gray mask. In his horrified gaze, a green light tore through the night like lightning, pierced through his relieved 'Iron Armor Curse', and shone into his body.

The body of the gray masked man bowed down, as if in pain, as if an illusory soul had detached from his body, raised his head and let out a blood-curdling scream, and then instantly turned into ashes and dispersed.

The rest of the guests wearing masks were watching, and most of them were very calm, as if they were used to this kind of life and death scene.

"Sure enough, there is an Auror lurking in." The old man in black robe sneered, and he took out a medal representing the Auror from the gray masked man.

"Go on," he ordered.

Several more people came in one after another, and Meka also saw that the golden basin was also related to memory.

'Wash your hands' will not only reveal the traces of 'black magic' existing in the body, but will also reflect the bloodshed in the past, because this is the 'essence' of the black wizard, and therefore, the white wizard who wants to lurk in has nothing to do. Escape.

"It's my turn."

Finally, it was Meka's turn to enter. He put his hands into the 'clear water' in the golden basin. Black mist filled the water, and there was an inexplicable power that forced him to recall the past.

Meka frowned under the mask. It felt like his brain was being stirred, and it was a very uncomfortable feeling.

He mobilized the bloody memory of Paz Uriel. The black fog was soon filled with fire and blood. Then, he calmly took the handkerchief handed to him, wiped the water stains on his hands and entered the auction. will be internal.

The old man in black robe on one side nodded without any trace: "Next one."

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After Meka entered the luxurious mansion, a waiter led him to a private room and served him some exquisite refreshments.

"Please be patient, the auction will start soon." The waiter said, and then left.

"It tastes good." Meka was waiting, enjoying the refreshments.

Soon, the host of the auction came on stage. It was the old man in black robe who had been maintaining order outside the door just now.

He smiled and said: "I will be the host of this secret auction."

"The next treasure is the 'Aston's Poison Dagger', which comes from the ancient dark wizard family. This dagger is an alchemical product. Just a trace of the poison contained in it is enough to make ordinary wizards lose the strength to resist. , the starting price is 300 gold galleons..."

"Oh?" Meka was very interested in such ancient things and wanted to take action.

But he quickly gave up because the price of the dagger was exaggerated, and he also heard that the starting price of the crescent-shaped pendant he wanted would be very high.

"Let's wait." Meka planned to buy the 'Horcrux' first before talking about anything else.

A quarter of an hour later, an emerald green crescent pendant was finally presented.

The old man in black robe smiled and introduced:

"This is a work from Alek, an outstanding alchemist master who passed away in the past hundred years. The pendant is named: Frost Fang. It is of great collection value."

"The material is extremely strong. It has been burned in dragon fire for several days and has not changed. However, its material has been processed and it is no longer clear what kind of magical animal it comes from."

"The pendant has a soothing effect. Wearing it with you can keep your mind highly alert, which is very helpful for learning magic..."

"The starting price is 1,200 gold galleons."

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