" Professor Flitwick, could you please test this for me?" Morris pointed to the two skeletons, his tone expectant. "Just use some magic on them, preferably something powerful. I want to know their limits."
"No problem."
Professor Flitwick has always been happy to participate in his students' magical experiments.
He drew his wand, adjusted his position, and made sure the angle of his spell wouldn't affect anyone else.
The test officially began, Professor Flitwick waved his wand lightly, his movements swift and decisive.
" Reducto!"
A condensed red beam of light struck the skull's chest cavity precisely.
Energy is concentrated and explodes at a single point.
The skeleton that had previously withstood dozens of spells from Roger began to develop cracks starting from its chest, which then spread throughout its body at an alarming rate.
In less than half a second, the entire skeleton completely collapsed, turning into a pile of fragments of varying sizes.
"Perhaps I should choose a less powerful spell," Professor Flitwick said.
Then, Morris snapped his fingers, and the bone fragments began to tremble, like a movie playing in reverse.
Generally, they begin to move and piece together towards the center point.
The students stared wide-eyed at the scene.
However, just as the fragments were being pieced together and the outline of the skull was becoming faintly visible, the repair abruptly stopped.
The fragments fell back to the ground with a clatter, becoming transparent from the edges, Silencio dissipated into the air, leaving not a trace of bone behind.
Professor Flitwick looked surprised and asked Morris, "Your magic is exhausted?"
"Yes, Professor." Morris nodded.
Although the skeletons could self-repair, it was just a small game, and he didn't allocate too much magic power to the two skeletons.
This outcome was predictable.
Suddenly, applause erupted, seemingly led by someone—undoubtedly for Professor Flitwick's brilliant Reductor Curse.
Morris joined in the applause.
Amid the applause, Professor Flitwick, somewhat embarrassed, slightly raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.
"Thank you, thank you everyone," Professor Flitwick cleared his throat, a pleased expression on his face. "Your magic was wonderful, Morris."
"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, Professor," Morris said with a smile.
Professor Flitwick knew, of course, that it was a compliment—this kind of skeleton magic was clearly not part of his class.
But who wouldn't like to hear their own students say that?
Professor Flitwick's smile became noticeably brighter.
Morris turned to the students watching from the sidelines, "Anyone else want to try? There's only one skeleton left. The prize is still valid: a cake and Galleon."
"Oh!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed in surprise, "There's a prize? Why didn't you tell me?"
He looked at the chocolate cake on the table, blinked, and asked, "Can I take the cake with me?"
"Sure."
Since the Skull incident, Morris has found himself becoming somewhat well-known within Ravenclaw.
Or rather, they were remembered by more people.
When he encountered Ravenclaw students in the hallways, they would often greet him or nod in acknowledgment.
It's not bad.
Although Morris preferred quiet, he was not a reclusive person at heart.
Of course, there are also some troubles.
After all, it's Ravenclaw; there's bound to be some curiosity.
" Black, how exactly did you make that skeleton the other day?"
What kind of magic was used?
"Was it a curse found in the Restricted Section?"
Similar problems are constantly emerging.
Morris would usually just reply, "Sorry, that's a secret."
This added to his mystique.
While Ravenclaw eaglets certainly crave knowledge, most also respect the research findings of others and do not ask too many questions.
One day at the end of October.
Morris practiced spells on the shore of the Black Lake.
The weather was overcast, with occasional light rain.
Therefore, there are hardly any other people to be seen by the lake, and practicing spells will not be disturbed.
The Room of Requirement would also be a good option, but Morris isn't practicing Dark Magic at the moment, so there's no need to hide it.
Incendio —that's the spell he's been researching these past few days.
Morris discovered that the Fire-Making Spell was a spell with far greater potential than most people imagined.
Even the most ordinary magical flames can reach temperatures of over a thousand degrees Celsius.
This is undoubtedly extremely damaging to wizards.
" Incendio! Incendio! Incendio!"
As the spell was cast, bursts of flame shot out from the tip of Morris's wand, each with a different shape.
Leaping fireballs, twisting Fire Serpent, spinning rings of fire...
But no matter what shape Morris made the flames into, their nature and power remained unchanged.
When he adjusted his spellcasting method, he could feel a slight disharmony in the magic power within him.
It's still quite a bit less impressive than the previous levels achieved with the Lumos Charm and Patronus Charm.
We need to try more...
But sometimes, success happens in an instant.
Meanwhile, in the distance behind Morris, two figures were quietly approaching.
They were wearing Slytherin's green house robes, and the thinner one was Draco Malfoy.
The other one is Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team.
Flint grumbled, his thick eyebrows furrowing. " Malfoy, you've got the guts to bully a lower-year student, a Mudblood at that."
A hint of impatience flashed across Draco's face. " Flint, this is to uphold Slytherin's honor."
Remember that time at the Quidditch Pitch? Black was on Gryffindor. And you didn't have to do anything, just scare them a little.
Flint patted Draco on the back and said reluctantly, "Fine, since you're on my team."
Draco pursed his lips.
Is it because of the flying broomstick?
He knew perfectly well that Flint had agreed to let him join the team only for those few Nimbus 2001, not for his Quidditch skills.
However, he was now very happy because Morris Black, the guy who had always been against him, was finally going to get what's coming to him.
The thought of the always composed Ravenclaw suddenly showing a panicked expression in front of him made Draco's lips curl into a smile.
He finally got his chance!
So what if it's the big bullying the small?
He, Draco Malfoy, knew how to use the power around him to achieve his goals.
This is a kind of wisdom.
As they drew closer, the two stopped trying to conceal their footsteps; their boots rustled on the damp grass as they walked toward the figure by the lake whose back was to them.