Chapter 11: Domon's Legacy

Meka Anders vaguely saw, in the depths of her mind, a boy looking out the window at the moon.

The young man squinted his eyes and opened his mouth in discomfort, as if there was a foreign object inside.

Under the moonlight, a pair of fangs appeared from the side of the mouth, sharply sharpened, like a wild beast.

"vampire?"

Meka looked surprised.

Such vampire creatures are rare even in the magical world.

Vampires attended Hogwarts? It is indeed a very novel thing.

"What will be the legacy of vampires?" Meka was quite interested.

"Magic? Talent? Knowledge?"

"Or blood?"

No one knows.

But the task tonight is to fulfill the last wish of the old man Domeng first.

Meka found something else to pad the table to prevent it from tipping over.

He collected the old book again and put it in his luggage.

He made the bed, spread the quilt, and looked at the wind blowing directly against the bed. It was indeed a bit strong, so he closed the window a little, and then went to bed.

Before going to bed, Meka held a broken wand in her hand and fell asleep listening to the snoring of Harry and Ron in her ears.

A ray of light like golden sand emerged from the broken wand, swimming in the air like a fish, and finally fell into Meka's head.

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In a dark wooden house.

The old man turned his back to Meka and was refining the potion with concentration.

Glass utensils made a crisp sound inadvertently.

The old man's hands are very flexible. He doesn't look like an old man, but like a fish swimming through many appliances.

His technique is sophisticated, even pouring the medicinal materials, pounding the medicinal materials, or stirring the solution, it makes people feel pleasing to the eye, as if it is an art performance.

The old man was intoxicated and didn't know the changes of the sun and the moon, day after day.

Meka watched quietly for a while before stepping forward.

He looked at the old man's face. It was still as bumpy and bumpy, like a dirt road after the rain, and like a honeycomb, which made people unbearable to look at it.

The old man was doing what he was doing obsessively, murmuring:

"It's going to happen."

"It must happen."

"Teacher's potion recipe, I must complete it."

He kept repeating these words, as if he had lost his soul, and kept talking.

Meka was recalling the formula of the "Fu Ling Potion" he got from Brother Fred. He would occasionally open his fingers and count the types of medicinal materials in the formula. Only when it was correct did he smile.

He shouted to the old man named Domeng:

"I'm here to fulfill my promise."

"I have completed your teacher's recipe."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the entire wooden house seemed to be shaken.

The large area of ​​darkness seemed like the curtain was trembling in the wind, and even the shape of the wooden house was a little distorted.

A golden light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes. He looked at Meka with disbelief in his eyes:

"What did you say?"

"Did you finish the recipe?"

He watched Meka's reaction expectantly. When Meka nodded, the old man's hands trembled with excitement and he said repeatedly:

"Hurry up!"

"Hurry up and let me take a look!"

"My teacher and I studied this formula and looked up scriptures. I don't know how long we searched, but we were always a little bit wrong. I knew that there must be some missing medicinal ingredient, but, alas, I couldn't find out which ingredient it was. I can’t find any medicinal materials.”

The old man looked at Meka again with an excited expression:

"Quick, let me see now."

"I didn't bring anything in."

As soon as Meka said these words, the old man suddenly slumped down, and the light on his face dimmed, as if he was about to return to his previous wandering state.

Meka was a little surprised when he saw this situation, and quickly added:

"But I have it in my mind so I can recite it to you."

The old man's eyes seemed to light up: "Do you really remember?"

Meka nodded: "Of course."

Meka told the old man everything he knew about the Fuling potion formula. When the old man heard about the medicinal ingredients that were not in his formula, his eyes seemed to be filled with mist.

When Meka read "Shrimp Goo Bulb", he felt like he was in another world. He looked down at the potion on the table and murmured:

"It turns out to be a shrimp goo light bulb."

"It turns out to be a shrimp goo light bulb."

"It turns out to be the most common medicinal material..."

When the old man raised his head again, Meka saw that his eyes were filled with tears, and he sobbed:

"Teacher."

"It's no use being a student."

"It turns out that at the end of the potion, it was difficult to combine its effects into one place. It was missing a shrimp-gu light bulb... Unfortunately, I have been searching for decades, but I still haven't found the most important part of the potion. The medicinal materials are right under your nose.”

The old man leaned over and took all the potions and materials on the table into his arms like a madman. He was already in tears.

Meka looked at the old man looking a little crazy and said nothing. He knew that this old man's lifelong wish was finally fulfilled, and he wanted to vent the emotions accumulated over countless days and nights.

The sound of crying in the wooden house was intermittent, sobbing, as if a child was crying. After an unknown amount of time, the old man finally stopped holding the potion ingredients on the table.

He calmed down and stood up again. His body was already dyed red and green, and seemed to smell of blood.

The old man's body had begun to become transparent, and something like white cotton wool flew away from his back and his hair, as if his flesh and blood had turned into cotton wool, and could no longer withstand the wind and was about to completely dissipate.

Although he stopped crying, there were still tears in his eyes. He looked at Meka Anders with turbid eyes and whispered:

"Thank you, Meka Anders."

"Thank you."

Meka nodded, as a response to his thanks.

The old man showed the purest smile, as if he had suddenly turned from an old man into a child.

His body was like sand in an hourglass, disappearing in a gust of wind, along with the wooden house and the potions and herbs on the table, all blown away to an unknown place.

Meka looked at this scene with some melancholy, and was moved by the old man's stubbornness.

He watched the old man turned into sand and flew away into the distance. In that direction, it seemed that the rain had passed and the sky had cleared up. A golden light fell straight down, illuminating half of Meka's face.

A piece of information poured into Meka's mind, making him look happy.

"Randomly obtain the legacy of Domon Levitt."

"20 years of experience in using potion equipment."

Golden rain fell from the sky, watering Meka Anders' body.

Meka felt the cool rain, drilling into his brain and into his hands, subtly transforming his memory and habits in the most gentle direction.

He was dazed, as if he saw himself turning into old man Domon, standing at the table for making potions, standing there for countless days and nights, and standing there for decades.

He remembered every action he had done during this period, as clear as if it was engraved into his mind. Even if concentrated sulfuric acid was poured in, this deep memory could not be washed away.

Meka seemed to be possessed. In the empty and vast world, he raised his hands and made silent movements, as if he was refining some kind of potion, or like the most outstanding pianist showing his music.

Golden raindrops fell one after another, accumulating into golden streams, surrounding his hands and flowing with his agile hands.

I don't know how long it has been,

Meka opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a trace of vicissitudes in his eyes. He finally put down his hands and stared at them blankly.

At this moment, it seemed that words that only he could see appeared in front of him:

"Meka Anders."

"Potion making talent: medium."

"Potion equipment use level: 20 years."

"Spiritual power level: 18th level."

"Magic: None"

Meka was a little unbelievable, and a little bit amused. In this eleven-year-old body, there were twenty years of experience in using potion equipment.

He remembered a sentence from his previous life: "Recruiting fresh graduates, requiring 20 years of work experience."

At this time, a vague and hazy voice, coming from nowhere, shouted into his ears:

"Meka."

"Wake up."

"Wake up."

Meka was stunned, his consciousness was a little trance, this sound was like a hammer, smashing everything in front of him, boom! The ground seemed to collapse, and his body seemed to fall into a bottomless vortex.

The sky was spinning.

……

Meka woke up from the bed.

The white light in front of him was dazzling, he stretched out his hand to block it, it turned out to be the sunlight coming in through the window, it turned out to be morning.

Harry pushed Meka's shoulder, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him wake up:

"Meka, you are finally awake."

"There is a Transfiguration class at 8 o'clock in the morning, get up quickly, I have to wake up Ron."

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