When Dumbledore raised the Philosopher's Stone above his head, there was no sound and no dazzling special effects.
The deep red stone began to decompose, turning into countless tiny particles that, like grains of sand blown by the wind, gradually dissipated into the air without a sound.
To the naked eye, the scene was so bland and even somewhat boring that it didn't live up to the grandeur expected of the Philosopher's Stone.
However, in Morris's perception, the scene was quite different.
An indescribable, boundless torrent of magical power suddenly erupted from within that small stone, sweeping across the entire space.
The powerful magic assaulted his senses, even causing him to feel a slight dizziness and nausea.
"You must have some other purpose, Morris?" Dumbledore asked suddenly, holding up the Philosopher's Stone.
"No."
Morris shook his head blankly, then realized something and said, "Ah, maybe there really is."
He extended his hand, palm up, fingers spread, and then, " Energy Gathering."
In an instant, the vast magical power that was gradually dissipating seemed to be guided and quickly converged towards his palm.
Morris had never attempted to gather so much magic at once.
Under the impact of the surging energy, cold sweat soon appeared on his forehead, and his arms began to tremble slightly.
About thirty seconds later, the physical form of the Philosopher's Stone completely disappeared, and Morris breathed a sigh of relief.
In his hand, a white, transparent crystal, about half the size of a fist, appeared, gleaming with a warm light and weighing heavily.
Dumbledore walked up to him, examining the energy crystal with undisguised curiosity. "Amazing... Morris, what have you done?"
"Making use of waste, Professor," Morris said, holding up the energy crystal to examine it closely. "This is the magic that spilled out when the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed—I collected it. But unfortunately, I could only gather this much; the rest all disappeared."
He paused, then explained, "But don't worry, it no longer has the original function of Philosopher's Stone; now it's just pure magic."
Dumbledore nodded slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the almost transparent white crystal.
He didn't press Morris on how he did it, nor did he offer any further comment. He simply said earnestly, "I hope you can make good use of this magic, Morris."
oh?
Morris glanced at Dumbledore with some surprise.
To be honest, he thought Dumbledore would confiscate the crystal he had conjured, after all, it was a remnant of the Philosopher's Stone.
He took this into special care.
He had just put his other hand in his pocket and quietly condensed a second energy crystal, intending to hide it away...
It seems that Dumbledore's leniency towards him far exceeded expectations.
"It's getting late," Dumbledore said, looking at Harry lying on the cushion. "Could you help move Harry to Madam Pomfrey's Morris? I think he needs treatment as soon as possible. Young people are always a bit more agile than I am."
"Of course," Morris readily agreed.
Let's go now.
Dumbledore spoke, he turned and walked toward Quirrell, who was already cold against the wall.
He saw a clear footprint on the back of the other person's head.
Is it that Morris was bold, or that he was simply audacious?
Morris put away the Skeleton Unicorn, cast a Levitation Charm on Harry, and quickly carried him away from the scene.
When he arrived at the chessboard room, he also gave Ron a ride.
It's the middle of the night, and it's really pitiful to see them sleeping here.
At that moment, Dumbledore stood quietly beside Quirrell's body, gazing absently in the direction Morris had gone.
He stood there for nearly five minutes before letting out a barely audible sigh.
Morris Black, a student he could not understand at all.
What will happen...?
Dumbledore murmured softly, his voice fading into the silent air.
The semester is officially over.
In the days that followed, the students somehow learned about Harry Potter's thrilling experience that night, albeit with some reasonable rhetoric and simplification.
The version passed down by word of mouth goes something like this: Quirrell tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and the brave Harry Potter, along with his two friends, thwarted Quirrell's plot, but was unfortunately injured in the process.
So Harry, who was lying unconscious in the Hospital Wing, received a whole bunch of gifts and well wishes from the students.
In addition, the final Quidditch Match also came to a close, with Ravenclaw emerging victorious.
This is something to celebrate.
Morris relaxed for a few days as the Philosopher's Stone fell into his hands in another form, and he had no regrets for the year.
Finally, the End-of-Year Feast arrived.
The Great Hall was decorated in green and silver, a symbol of Slytherin's victory in this year's House Cup.
"Just a little short," Qiu Zhang said with a hint of regret beside Morris. "If only we could have gotten a few more points."
However, second place for Ravenclaw is also pretty good.
Sitting opposite him, Kyle nodded and looked at Morris. "I remember you must have earned Ravenclaw quite a few points, Morris? Professor Flitwick praised you a lot in Charms class."
Morris slowly toyed with the two round little balls in his hand. "The more points you add, the more points you lose... it's almost even."
At least he didn't drag his own college down.
Upon hearing this, Qiu Zhang asked curiously, "Points deducted? Why?"
She was a second-year student and didn't know anything about first-year students.
Kyle sighed and answered for Morris, "Skipping classes and being late."
Morris shrugged. "Unfortunately, the professors always seem to choose to teach when I'm engrossed in my research on magic."
Qiu Zhang was taken aback. "I think you've got it backwards..."
Just then, Dumbledore's cheerful voice came from ahead.
"Another year has passed! Before we indulge in these delicious dishes, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's cliché..."
As Morris listened, he looked at the two small balls in his hands.
This was precisely the crystallized energy he had condensed using the magic of the Philosopher's Stone.
If he is not mistaken, this should be an enhanced version of Gap Energy Crystal.
What should it be used for?
I wonder if there will be enough Guantou for the next Undead Creature Advancement Ritual.
He plans to try again during the summer vacation.
... This means we need to make some small changes to the decor here.
Suddenly, Morris noticed that everyone around him was cheering. He looked up and saw that the green and silver decorations had turned into red and gold, representing Gryffindor.
He immediately understood what was going on.
Dumbledore gave Gryffindor a huge bonus, snatching the House Cup from Slytherin.
Their principal is so blatantly biased...