One evening in mid-October.
The Gap World.
Morris was sitting on the roof of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, happily creating Gap Energy Crystal.
" Energy Gathering!"
Before long, a small, pearly white bead appeared in his palm.
He recently noticed that while prolonged use of Energy Gathering would reduce the fog concentration near the castle, the fog concentration would gradually return to normal after a period of patience.
He already had a guess about this white mist; it must be some kind of special magic.
Morris put the newly formed beads into his robe pocket; the pocket now contained more than a dozen crystals.
The soft, tinkling sound of the beads colliding was the only sound in this world.
Morris liked this eerily quiet place; whenever he was there, he could feel a strange sense of peace.
Very comfortable.
"That's about it."
Morris let out a satisfied sigh and closed his eyes.
When they opened their eyes again, they were back in their original world.
The clock on the wall was pointing to two in the morning. It was pitch black outside the window, and the faint hooting of owls could be heard.
Morris glanced at the Draught of Living Death lying on the floor to the side.
This time, when he entered the Gap World, he did not use the Draught of Living Death as usual.
He has now become accustomed to the dazed feeling of "death," and can even consciously guide his consciousness into that state without needing the aid of Potions.
It's a strange feeling.
Even he didn't know how he did it.
Now, to enter the Gap World, all you need to do is set up a teleportation magic circle and activate it.
Once the portal's energy is depleted, it will pull him back to his original world.
The fact that the Draught of Living Death is no longer needed is undoubtedly very good news for Morris.
After all, the materials used in the Draught of Living Death are quite expensive, which will save him a lot of Galleon.
After placing the Gap Energy Crystal into the box, Morris examined the Book of the Mage.
" Skeleton Summoning?"
New content has finally emerged on the pages that have been silent for so long.
This appears to be a summoning spell that uses magic to create temporary skeletons to aid the caster in battle or to complete simple tasks.
Morris immediately began attempting to construct a spell model.
However, when he began to construct it, he noticed that the spell model of this magic was very similar to that of the Bone Summoning Spell.
From another perspective, this magic is more like an advancement or expansion of the Bone Summoning Spell.
That's interesting.
It took Morris two hours to form this complex spell model in his mind.
" Skeleton Summoning!"
The moment the chant ended, a dim light appeared out of nowhere on the open ground of the dormitory, rapidly intertwining.
In just two or three seconds, a complete humanoid skeleton, about 1.8 meters tall, was already standing there.
It was entirely pale, with two flames flickering deep within its eye sockets, silently awaiting orders.
These skeletons are completely different from undead creatures; they are entirely constructed from magic.
In other words, it will disappear once its magic power is exhausted.
Morris walked around the skull, examining it closely.
I feel like something's missing.
Oh, right, it's a weapon.
You can't exactly scratch someone with your finger bones, can you?
Morris chanted softly, " Bone Summoning Spell!"
The next second, a huge, menacing scythe appeared in the skeleton's hand.
"That's more like it." Morris nodded in satisfaction.
At least from its appearance, this skeleton is very intimidating.
To be honest, the magic in the Book of the Mage is quite different from the magic in the Harry Potter world.
The magic in this world relies on the driving force of emotions and will, while the magic in the Book of the Mage does not require this at all; what is needed is precise control of Mental Power.
Both systems of magic have their own unique and interesting aspects.
But they are essentially the same – releasing the "energy" within one's body through a specific method.
Morris decided to test the true combat power of the skeletons he had summoned.
So he decided to play some games with his classmates.
The next morning, in the Ravenclaw Common Room, the morning sunlight streamed through the arched windows, casting dappled shadows on the carpet.
A few early risers walked in, yawning, and were about to lie down on the sofa by the fireplace to enjoy a moment of peace.
Then, they all froze in place.
In the open space in the center of the lounge, two figures were pacing back and forth.
They were two pale, tall humanoid skeletons.
One skeleton held an exaggeratedly curved bone scythe, while the other held a huge bone hammer almost as tall as it.
"What is this? A new... decoration?" a boy stammered, instinctively taking a step back.
"Are they alive?" another student asked in a low, trembling voice.
At this moment, Morris stood up from the sofa next to him, still holding his notebook.
He recognized one of the students in the group as his good neighbor, Roger Davies.
Last year, the other party even repaired the wall of his dormitory.
He's a good guy.
"Good morning," Morris greeted the startled students naturally.
Roger stepped forward and asked curiously, " Black, did you create those two skeletons? I remember Halloween is still two weeks away. Isn't it a bit early to start preparing now?"
"Oh, these aren't for Halloween," Morris chuckled. "These skeletons are all conjured by my magic."
"It looks pretty scary," Roger remarked.
"I'm testing their strength," Morris said with a hint of enticement, "If you can dismantle it in five minutes, you'll win the surprise prize I've prepared."
Surprise Grand Prize?
This piqued the interest of all the students present, and their eyes all turned to Morris.
"What big prize?" Roger couldn't help but ask, and the others also perked up their ears.
"A whole, incredibly sweet and delicious chocolate cake." Morris pointed to the cake on the table not far away, which he had brought from the kitchen early that morning.
As soon as he finished speaking, the students instantly looked away, their interest waning.
That's it?
And eating cake so early in the morning is really strange.
Boring.
Morris seemed to have anticipated their reaction, calmly taking five gleaming gold coins from his pocket and neatly arranging them next to the cake. "Consider this a bonus."
The air in the lounge immediately became hot and stuffy again.
Who can resist shiny gold coins?
"A cake plus five Galleon," Morris announced the prize again, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Take apart my skull, and it's all yours, Davies."