After returning to his dorm, Morris had a good night's sleep.
As soon as it got light, he went to the restaurant for lunch on time.
At the Ravenclaw dining table, Cho Chang and Marietta were discussing a Potions question—when should the chili pods be added when brewing Pepperup Potion?
"Just put it in before it boils," Morris replied casually. "If you add it after it boils, you'll only get a pot of awful paste."
"You've tried it?" Marietta asked, looking somewhat skeptical.
It's important to know that Pepperup Potion are a rather specialized kind of Potions.
In their textbooks, it is only briefly mentioned, and practical application is not covered until at least the fifth grade.
Morris nodded matter-of-factly. "If you don't believe me, you can try it yourselves."
"I still think you're bragging," Marietta muttered.
Morris shrugged. "Trust me, you won't lose points for answering Snape like that... unless you're Harry Potter."
Qiu Zhang nodded gently. "I believe you, Morris. That's how you'll write it during the exam."
"A wise choice."
Perhaps because the exams were approaching, a strange atmosphere permeated the Great Hall.
The students ate much faster than usual.
Everyone seemed a little distracted, hurriedly swallowing their food.
Only Morris remained unhurried, scooping up the sweet porridge spoonful by spoonful, looking completely calm.
Soon, the restaurant was less than half full.
When Harry appeared on the Gryffindor table, Morris immediately darted over.
Harry looked preoccupied, with very noticeable dark circles under his eyes—clearly, last night's events had affected his sleep.
Ron and Hermione weren't in much better shape either. Ron was yawning constantly, and Hermione's already messy hair was now a complete tangled mess, a sight to behold.
Morris walked up behind them and said, "You guys aren't doing well. Did you go out and do something bad last night?"
Harry was startled, and when he saw Morris's face clearly, he looked around and waved frantically.
"Come closer, Morris, I have something to tell you."
He felt he should tell Morris what had happened last night.
Because Morris was his friend, knew about the Philosopher's Stone, and was one of the few who wasn't afraid of the name " Voldemort."
Moreover, Morris is generally reliable and might be able to offer useful advice.
Morris did as he was told, and listened intently.
Just as he expected, Harry was referring to what had happened in the Forbidden Forest the previous night.
A strange man in black was drinking the Unicorn Blood, while the Centaur Firenze saved Harry and claimed the shadowy figure was Voldemort...
Strangely, however, Morris did not appear in Harry's story.
This left him somewhat disappointed.
He was quite curious about how Harry would perceive him after he appeared yesterday.
"Now we know why Snape stole the Philosopher's Stone," Harry said uneasily. " Snape wanted to resurrect Voldemort. He must have wanted to use the Philosopher's Stone to restore his master's powers."
"Don't say that name." Ron's expression was panicked.
"Alright, then I'll call him You-Know-Who." Harry glanced at Morris, and seeing that the other man's expression was normal, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Hermione didn't speak; as Muggle-born wizard, she didn't feel particularly afraid of the name Voldemort.
"So what are you planning to do, Harry?" Morris asked.
"I don't know," Harry shook his head, "I was just about to ask for your advice, Morris."
Seeking advice?
Morris blinked and immediately said, "Then why don't you just find a way to get your hands on the Philosopher's Stone? That way, Snape will have to leave empty-handed."
Harry sighed. "We don't even know how to handle that Three-Headed Dog."
Ron and Hermione nodded silently.
"I'm sorry, I can't come up with a better idea," Morris patted Harry on the shoulder, his expression firm, "But if you ever need my help, just let me know."
He didn't know when Harry would act, but if he missed it, his Philosopher's Stone would most likely be lost.
It's all up to you, Harry.
come on!
Harry looked into Morris's earnest eyes and felt a warmth in his heart. "Thank you, Morris."
Morris smiled slightly, "We're friends, after all. Even if it means losing points, I'll still help you."
These words deeply moved Harry, and his unease subsided considerably.
Finally, June arrived as scheduled, and Hogwarts entered exam week.
The first-grade exams were so simple they were almost boring for Morris.
Except for the final sections on the History of Magic and Potions, Morris felt he could get almost perfect scores.
He failed the History of Magic exam because he hadn't studied it properly, and as for Potions, he figured Snape must have mistakenly given him his fifth-year exam paper.
Although he could answer most of the questions above.
The day the exam ended was sunny and bright.
By the lake, Morris, the Weasley Twins, and Lee Jordan were together.
Fred and George were discussing Skiving Snackboxes, and now that they could finally focus all their attention on it, they were both extremely excited, their mouths never stopping from beginning to end.
Lee Jordan was idly teasing a large squid in the shallow water.
Morris, on the other hand, was considering how much cumin he would need to add to make it flavorful when he wanted to cook it as grilled squid.
Just then, Harry came over and sat down next to him.
Harry pressed one hand to his forehead, his face pale.
"My forehead has been hurting for the past two days," he said anxiously to Morris. "Do you have any pain- Potions?"
Morris raised an eyebrow slightly. "I don't carry all sorts of Potions with me... but coincidentally, I happen to have some headache medicine."
As he spoke, he took a small bottle out of his pocket and handed it over.
Harry took the lid, opened it, hesitated for a moment, then, as if remembering something, asked, "Drink it directly or use it externally?"
"Drink it straight," Morris replied.
Harry smiled sheepishly and immediately drank the Potions.
As expected, Morris is the most reliable.
After taking the medicine, although Harry still felt a terrible headache, he suddenly found he could tolerate it, perhaps due to psychological factors.
Soon after, Hermione and Ron also came over.
Fred and George grabbed Ron and started stuffing something into his mouth with a laugh, while Hermione and Morris discussed the exams that had just ended.
A leisurely scene.
Suddenly, Harry stood up, his face pale.
"I just remembered something!" he suddenly said to Hermione beside him. "We have to go find Hagrid."
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked immediately, stopping her discussion with Morris and looking at him worriedly.
Ron broke free from the twins' clutches, his mouth still smeared with some unknown powder, and looked at Harry as well.
"We'll talk about it on the way," Harry said gravely.
Seeing this, Morris raised an eyebrow and said to Harry, "If you need my help, come find me right away."
He had a feeling that today might be a crucial day.
Harry nodded emphatically.
The three immediately left the scene.