Morris discovered that although the Bone Dragon could not truly fly, its half-baked levitation ability made its body very light.
This allows the Bone Dragon to run at a very high speed.
It just looks a bit comical.
"Don't you think," Fred stroked his chin, examining it closely, "That its running posture is very similar..."
"A huge rooster," George chimed in.
Morris looked closely and realized it was true. "Does this how dragons usually walk?"
"Who knows?" Fred shrugged. "In the dragon encyclopedia Professor Kettleburn showed us, they're either flying in the sky or lying down sleeping; there are very few scenes of them walking on the ground."
The Bone Dragon seemed to have heard their discussion, and flapped its wings again, gliding around on the snow.
When he reached Morris, he flicked the hem of his robe and put it back into the magic circle.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier; it was time to end the test.
As they watched helplessly as such a large skeleton vanished into thin air, Fred and George simultaneously exclaimed "Wow!"
Fred blinked. "Wow, Morris, where did you hide it?"
Morris didn't answer his question, but just smiled slightly, "Let's play another day. I want to go back to the lounge and warm myself by the fire now."
The current Bone Dragon is essentially just a large-sized free-range chicken, and Morris decided to carry out the advancement ritual as soon as possible.
However, we have to get through Christmas first.
Hogwarts ' Christmas dinner was as lavish and extravagant as ever.
Although not many students stayed on campus, the Christmas atmosphere was very strong.
The Great Hall was adorned with ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and a dozen towering Christmas trees were decorated with Winky ornaments and small candles. Magically crafted snowflakes drifted down from the ceiling, turning into warm mist as they touched the ground.
Morris sat alone at the Ravenclaw Table, slowly eating a sweet pudding.
Besides him, there were two sixth-year students remaining at Ravenclaw, but they left in a hurry after dinner, leaving him alone at the long table.
"Merry Christmas, Morris!" Professor Flitwick said cheerfully as he walked over.
"Merry Christmas, Professor," Morris replied politely, setting down his fork.
He guessed that Professor Flitwick must have approached him because he was alone; their dean had always been a thoughtful and sensitive person.
Flitwick lightly jumped onto the opposite bench, trying to sit higher.
"I'm so glad we can still get together here for our Christmas party," he said wistfully, "After all those unexpected events... oh, I shouldn't have brought that up."
Morris cut off a small piece of pudding and casually asked, "Any leads on the killer who attacked the students?"
Professor Flitwick's expression immediately turned serious. "Don't worry, Morris, Professor Dumbledore is investigating with all his might. The castle's security has been greatly strengthened; Filch patrols three times every night, and the professors take turns on guard duty."
All you have to do now is enjoy your Christmas holiday.
Morris nodded, then finished his pudding.
It means the murderer hasn't been found yet.
Who knows, there might be a few more victims this Christmas.
Just then, he caught a glimpse of Harry and his two companions sneaking out of the Great Hall from the Gryffindor table.
Christmas is over.
Early the next morning, Harry and Ron hurried into the Great Hall and went to find Morris.
"What happened?" Morris put down the Pumpkin Juice in his hand.
"Something's happened," Harry sighed as he spoke. "Let's go to the Hospital Wing."
So Morris followed the two out of the Great Hall and walked through the empty corridor toward the Hospital Wing.
Harry explained as they walked, "Just last night, Hermione's Polyjuice Potion was successfully brewed. After we drank it, we got some information out of Malfoy and confirmed that he is not the Heir of Slytherin."
"As expected," Morris said.
"But Hermione made a mistake," Ron continued, "She put a cat hair into the Polyjuice Potion, turning her into a cat-woman... She's always so careful, I don't know how she could have made such a mistake..."
Cat people?
Morris immediately became interested.
He'll have to study that carefully then.
The three of them hurried to the Hospital Wing, but when they opened the door, Madam Pomfrey was not there.
" Hermione's in the innermost bed, the one with the curtain drawn," Harry pointed to the back of the ward.
They walked over, and Ron reached out and pulled back the curtain.
Hermione was leaning against the pillow, her face covered in a layer of black and yellow fur, and her ears had turned into pointed cat ears, which were trembling slightly.
Even more striking was that her eyes had transformed into vertical pupils, resembling those of a feline, yellow and gleaming eerily in the dim light.
" Morris!" Hermione cried out, pulling the blanket over her face.
"Don't worry, Hermione," Harry quickly reassured her. " Morris won't laugh at you."
Hermione then revealed her face.
Morris looked at him curiously.
To be honest, this doesn't quite match the image of a catgirl in his mind.
Hermione is hardly cute right now; her hair is coarse and messy, and her eyes look eerie. Overall, she looks more like a failed magical experiment than a fantasy creature.
"The world of anime is all a lie after all," Morris muttered to himself.
"What?" Harry didn't hear clearly.
Don't worry about it.
Hermione looked at Morris with hope and asked, " Morris, do you have a way to help me recover quickly?"
Madam Pomfrey said, "I won't be discharged until at least February, that's too long."
Morris stroked his chin. "I can try to brew the antidote, but I'll need some of your blood and hair samples."
"Sure."
"Also," Morris continued, "I want to see your tail—if you have one."
Hermione was stunned, took out a long furry thing from under the quilt, and asked doubtfully, "Will this be helpful in brewing potions?"
"Oh, no help," Morris said. "I was just curious. What would it feel like to grow a tail? Could you control it?"
"That's possible," Hermione nodded, "But I'm not very skilled at it."
As she spoke, she swayed her tail twice in the air.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Ron whispered.
Hermione glared at him. "You could try turning into a cat, that would be so much fun."
Ron fell silent.
Morris looked at the tail and suddenly asked, "Can I touch your tail?"
"Don't even think about it!" Hermione immediately tucked her tail back under the covers, staring warily at Morris like a real cat.