Chapter 30 The Gift of the Spirit in the Painting

On the red carpet, the owner of the ancient mansion sat on a chair, holding a willow cane in his hand and looking at the distant night scene.

The door is open, letting in night light, as if waiting for the arrival of guests.

Not long after, a figure arrived belatedly.

"Coming?" The old man with a goatee greeted with a smile.

Meka Anders nodded. He saw cracks on the old man's face, like broken porcelain. He hesitated: "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to be relieved." The old man chuckled: "Good thing."

He got up from the chair, walked to the door, looked outside, stretched out his hands, and said cheerfully: "I almost forgot how long I have been in this painting. I can finally breathe fresh air." The air is gone, although it may be fake.”

Meka also followed his gaze and saw a bright moon hanging high there, the moonlight shining through the clouds like silver gauze.

He knew that the old man realized that this was not the real world, but a certain space in his dream. He smiled and said:

"It doesn't matter if it's real or fake, as long as you're happy."

The old man laughed loudly. He bent down and looked at Meka's face, and praised him: "You are so smart at such a young age, you actually know how to please the elderly."

"That's okay." He stretched out his finger and pointed on Meka's forehead, smiling:

"Then I'll give you the little I have left."

Meka felt a coldness on his forehead. His fingers were like ice cubes, glowing with coldness. A white light quickly rose from his fingers. He was stunned for a moment, and his thinking seemed to have stopped.

Immediately afterwards, there was a roar in his mind, as if a door had been opened, and he saw fragmented pictures passing by in front of his eyes, and knowledge poured in like a tide.

He didn't know how long it had been, but when he opened his eyes again, the old man's face was pale, cracks appeared all over his body, and dim light came from the cracks.

As if noticing his gaze, the old man leaned against the door with his hands behind his back and laughed weakly:

"This is the knowledge that Black has stored in my mind. I gave it to you. It can be regarded as an inheritance with a beginning and an end, and the knowledge has returned to Hogwarts."

His eyes also dimmed, like a candle in the wind that was about to be extinguished at any moment. The look of him about to die made people feel sad.

Meka saw the old man open his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else, but the sound was no longer clear. He listened carefully, but still couldn't hear clearly.

The old man smiled casually, stopped talking, and sat at the door.

He looked up at the golden moon, closed his eyes, and his body was covered with cracks. With a clang, the entire mansion and the bright moon in the sky were shattered into a mess, and gradually disappeared into this space.

Meka looked at this scene with a feeling of loss. This old man, whom he had only gotten along with for a short time, passed away quietly after giving him knowledge.

He was so disturbed that he simply closed his eyes and looked at the extra things in his mind.

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"Phineas, don't you want to learn transfiguration? I'll send you to Hogwarts, where there will be many like-minded people learning with you."

In the ancient house, the middle-aged man lowered his head, leaned down, touched the head of the child who was reading on the ground and said with a smile.

The child Phineas nodded. Although he tried his best to hide it, there seemed to be light flashing in his eyes. He happily responded:

"I'm going to Hogwarts."

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"Phineas, it's already midnight and you're still reading?"

In the dormitory, the young man was sitting at the table, reading at night with a light on his face, looking attentive. His roommate gave a friendly reminder:

"There are still classes tomorrow, don't be too late."

The young man turned over a page, looked at it intently, and replied slowly:

"I know."

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"Phineas, don't work too hard and remember to eat on time."

The woman put the lunch box on the table, lowered her head and kissed the man's forehead.

The man was slumped in a pile of books, unconscious, forgetting to sleep and eat, and he didn't even know that the food was cold.

He occasionally picked up the ink-dipped quill to mark in the book, and sometimes put the ink-stained quill into the food, then turned around and fed the dark food into his mouth.

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"A gift from the spirit in the painting."

"Acquire most of the knowledge of Transfiguration that Phineas Nigellus Black learned between the ages of eleven and twenty-seven."

"Note: Knowledge and magical experience are not the same thing."

Meka felt that there was a huge amount of knowledge in his mind, most of which was broken, but the knowledge he learned at Hogwarts was intact and vivid in his mind. He seemed to have experienced all the Transfiguration courses from the first to seventh years of Hogwarts.

He opened his eyes, and golden words appeared in front of him like beautiful music:

"Meka Anders."

"Potion making talent: Advanced."

"Potion equipment usage level: 20 years."

"Mental power level: Level 20. (18-\u003e20)"

"Animagus: Bat."

"Magic: Transformation Spell Level 1, Transformation Spell Level 1, Humanoid Appearance Spell Level 1, Color Changing Spell Level 1, Restoration Spell Level 1, Bird Summoning Spell Level 1."

Meka looked at the words in front of him and looked through the memories in his mind. Scenes of broken pictures flashed in his eyes. They were the newly acquired spell-casting theories and processes.

He was immersed in it, unable to extricate himself, until the changes in this space caught his attention.

"Is this?" Meka narrowed his eyes.

He was already in a strange room. The lights were bright, and there was a fire in the corner, spreading warmth. There were portraits of old people hanging on the wall, and the words underneath told their identities. They were Hogwarts. The successive principals of Ci.

There was a long table in front of him. The old man sitting at the table looked solemn and intimidating. He asked:

"Who are you?"

Meka was a little puzzled. This space always had problems when it came to Principal Blake.

He looked at the old man's face. He looked the same as the spirit in the painting, but his temperament was completely different. Compared with the solemnity of the old man in front of him, the spirit in the painting was much more easy-going.

He got up from the ground, bowed to his elders, and replied:

"Principal Black, I am Meka Anders, a freshman who entered Hogwarts in 1991."

"Oh? 1991? I have been dead for so long." The old man stretched out his fingers to estimate, and then asked: "Who is the principal now?"

"Professor Dumbledore."

"It turned out to be Albus." The old man nodded and looked at Meka, "You woke me up from the dark, what do you want to see me for?"

Meka thought for a while and decided to tell the truth: "I can help you fulfill your last wish, I hope you can tell me your last wish."

The old man smiled and refused: "I have been dead for decades, what last wish do I have? Besides, even if there is one, why should I tell you, why do you do things for me for no reason?"

Meka said sincerely: "To be honest, as long as I fulfill your last wish, I can get something from you in return. This is a deal."

"Oh? Get a reward from me?" The old man stared at Meka, his eyes became deep.

When Meka looked into those eyes, he could actually feel the overwhelming force. There was a force invading his mind, and he was horrified, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid the gaze.

The old man suddenly smiled: "You are telling the truth, but I still don't want to accept this deal, so leave."

He pointed at Meka.

Bang! The door of the house opened, a gust of wind whistled, the light was distorted, and Meka was swept away, and then it closed with a bang.

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"It seems that if Principal Black wants to agree to the deal, we have to come up with enough chips."

Meka woke up from his dream, he packed up and washed up, and rushed to the library. He wanted to look for books about Principal Black's life and find the people or things that the principal cared about during his lifetime.

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