After the advanced rituals involving Guantou and Yanhua were completed, Morris suddenly found himself with nothing to do.
After studying magic in the dark and damp basement for several days, he finally decided to go outside for some fresh air.
When he entered the store, he found Frick talking to a man with a strange appearance.
The man wore a dazzling blue robe, had meticulously styled blond hair, gleaming white teeth, and a radiant smile.
Behind him stood two tall, thin men, shrouded in robes from head to toe.
As Morris approached, he could clearly feel two wary gazes lingering on him for a moment before casually looking away.
bodyguard.
And they're quite professional.
Morris immediately made a judgment in his mind.
"Oh, perfect timing," Frick said, pulling Morris close as he saw Morris. "Mr. Lockhart, let me introduce you. This is Black; he's the one who made the Skeleton Dog you ordered."
Morris immediately understood what was going on.
This person must be the big culprit who ordered those twelve Skeleton Dog... oh wait, I mean, the major client.
What do they want so many Skeleton Dog for?
Frick suddenly leaned close to Morris's ear and whispered, "This guy has already paid the deposit, but he seems a bit hesitant now. Go and say something."
After saying that, he patted Morris on the back without leaving a trace.
Morris understood, stepped forward, and extended his hand to Lockhart. "Hello, Mr. Lockhart."
He recognized the man: Gilderoy Lockhart, a bestselling author whose photo appeared in a book he had previously bought.
Lockhart saw Morris's youthful face, a hint of surprise and doubt flashing in his eyes. "Oh, Mr. Black, I didn't expect you to be so young."
Morris flashed a perfectly timed smile and exclaimed, "I never expected that you, Mr. Lockhart, would be the one wanting to buy these Skeleton Dog! I'm a big fan of your books!"
"My favorite book of yours is ' Wanderings with Werewolves.' I still clearly remember you saying in the book that your ideal birthday gift would be for all people, whether they have magic or not, to live in harmony."
Upon hearing this, the doubt in Lockhart's eyes quickly vanished, replaced by an intensely satisfied joy.
He let out a loud laugh and patted Morris on the shoulder forcefully. " Wanderings with Werewolves! That's definitely one of my proudest works. Ah, it's wonderful to have readers who appreciate my work!"
It's safe!
Morris, maintaining a flattered expression, asked, "So, Mr. Lockhart, are you the one who wants to buy my Skeleton Dog?"
Lockhart nodded reservedly, his smile still radiant. "Yes, darling, it's me. But before buying them, I'd like to know where these little guys came from."
As he spoke, he turned to the wall to the side.
The twelve Skeleton Dog were all sitting there obediently, staring straight at him.
Morris said, "They were all left to me by my great-great-great-grandfather; they might be something special."
"A special existence?" Lockhart asked with slight interest.
"Yes," Morris said seriously, "As you can see, they are extremely rare and possess unique research value. I'm sure you won't find many Skeleton Dog like these in the Wizarding World."
"Great," Lockhart said, "I'll buy it."
"And these Skeleton Dog are also... uh, what did you say?" Morris blinked.
He had prepared a whole host of sales pitches to convince the other party of the rarity and value of the Skeleton Dog, but he never expected the other party to agree so readily.
This caught him somewhat off guard.
"I said I bought it." Lockhart held his head high, took out an exquisite wallet, and poured out a large amount of Galleon with a clatter, showing no sign of pain on his face.
"Here's the remaining balance, take a look." His tone was very relaxed, as if he had just casually bought a few magazines.
"No need, Mr. Lockhart." Frick smiled and swept all the Galleon on the table into the drawer.
Morris watched from the side, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
I'm so envious.
He also wanted to have the power of money.
Lockhart left with a large pack of Skeleton Dog.
Morris turned to look at Frick and murmured, "The rich certainly have unique tastes."
If he had that many Galleon, he definitely wouldn't spend them on buying a bunch of moving bones... uh, wait.
He suddenly remembered that he had impulsively bought the Crup skeleton last year.
Frick shrugged. "There's always someone willing to pay for something so rare. Maybe we can raise the price of the Skeleton Dog; it's more popular than I thought..."
An owl flew in through the window and dropped a note in front of Frick.
He took the note, glanced at it, and immediately turned around to fiddle with the shelves.
Morris asked casually, "What are you looking for?"
Frick's hands continued moving. " Madam Caroline has ordered a bone-preserving Potions from me."
"Could you make me one?" Morris said. "I'll pay you."
"Of course, twenty Galleon. Thank you for your patronage."
That's really expensive.
Morris took the Potions from Frick and returned to the basement.
He certainly wasn't going to use it himself; he just wanted to maintain his mount.
With a flick of his robe, the figure of Skeleton Unicorn appeared.
"Don't touch it, this thing isn't cheap."
Morris hummed a song as he carefully applied the Potions to the surface of its bones.
After the potion penetrated, the surface of the Skeleton Unicorn shimmered with a warm luster.
Morris touched it; the texture was wonderful, without any of the previous dryness.
Wow, the effect is outstanding!
The Skeleton Unicorn seemed to enjoy this state, lightly stamping its hooves and letting out a joyful cry.
After tending to the Skeleton Unicorn, Morris sat back on the bed and began his daily Meditation.
In order to further enhance his ability to perceive magic, he Meditation for two to three hours almost every day.
This has become an unwavering habit of his.
Meow~
The squeaking of Guantou came from the side, and Morris glanced over instinctively.
"Um?"
The Guantou was seen moving lightly through the air.
It's still walking backwards, with all four limbs in the air!
What's going on?
Morris immediately got up and moved closer, wanting to get a better look.
The Guantou, which was floating in mid-air, suddenly crashed to the floor with a whimper.
"How did you do that?" Morris asked in amazement.
Could it be that, besides being able to ignite, the Guantou has also awakened the ability to fly?
The Guantou got up, shook its head, and let out a soft croak.
It means that it itself wasn't quite sure; it just happened to fly up when it tried to catch the Yanhua in the sky.
"Can I try again?"
The Guantou shook its head; it couldn't do it.