Professor McGonagall clearly couldn't comprehend the scene before her.
Just moments ago, she and Dumbledore were talking in the Headmaster's Office when an unidentified flying object suddenly swept across the sky above the castle.
She considered many possibilities, initially thinking it might be a student staying on campus using a flying broom or other magical artifacts in violation of regulations, but she never expected to see such a scene.
A second-grade student stood next to a huge, moving skeleton that resembled a fire-breathing dragon, claiming it was his pet.
Is this reasonable?
She was even momentarily at a loss as to how to handle this student.
However, violating school rules is a given— Hogwarts forbids any unauthorized aerial movement.
Even if you're riding a dragon, it doesn't matter.
Dumbledore paced slowly around the Bone Dragon, examining it carefully. Finally, he stopped, turned to Morris, and exclaimed, "A truly remarkable creation, Morris."
He leaned down slightly and kindly reminded them, "However, I think... perhaps this kind of thing shouldn't be seen by too many people."
"Don't let anyone see?" Morris shook his head. "That would be too boring, Professor."
Compared to other undead creatures, the Bone Dragon is undoubtedly the most astounding; it cannot be kept hidden.
Professor McGonagall turned her head as if to say something, but Dumbledore gently raised his hand to stop her.
At this moment, the Bone Dragon beside him seemed to sense its master's emotions, raised its head to the sky, and a burst of blazing flames spewed out from its mouth.
Yes, the Bone Dragon, like a normal fire dragon, has the ability to breathe fire.
A wave of heat hit them, and Professor McGonagall took a step back in surprise, while Dumbledore remained calm and made no move.
The flames died down, but a warm feeling lingered in the air.
Morris's eyes gleamed, and he flashed an undisguised smile, exclaiming excitedly, "How was that? Wasn't that amazing?"
He stepped forward and patted the Bone Dragon's leg, and the latter obediently lowered its head and gently rubbed against his shoulder.
Professor McGonagall was momentarily at a loss for how to react.
A pure-hearted boy and a terrifying Bone Dragon.
What a peculiar scene.
Dumbledore walked up to the Bone Dragon and reached out his hand towards its forehead.
The Bone Dragon shrank its neck, but remained still under Morris's reassurance, allowing Dumbledore's hand to touch it.
"Impressive... yes, extremely impressive." Dumbledore's voice was steady. "This child is like your previous Unicorn. I can sense that it's not an ordinary puppet; it possesses... a will. That's the truly astonishing part."
"As expected of Dumbledore, "Morris thought to himself.
He has two types of undead creatures: one type is like Guantou and Yanhua, possessing its own soul, capable of independent thought, and having a unique personality and memories.
Another type is like this Bone Dragon, as well as the earlier Skeleton Unicorn and Skeleton Dog. Although they have no souls, they possess the will given to them by Morris, and this will also gives them the ability to think for themselves.
In a sense, this could be described as a "pseudo-soul."
"But," Dumbledore shook his head, "This is probably not a real dragon skeleton, is it?"
Um?
Morris paused for a moment.
He dug this out himself from the Forbidden Forest, how could it be a fake?
Dumbledore saw the obvious astonishment on Morris's face and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
He walked to the side of the Bone Dragon and explained, "No matter what kind of fire dragon it is, it could never have such a thick tailbone, especially the last segment, which looks like a hammer. And the head, you made it too big, and the wings are disproportionate too..."
As Dumbledore continued to point out the inconsistencies, Morris also began to have doubts.
Isn't this a completely natural fire dragon skeleton?
After all, Dumbledore undoubtedly had an extremely deep understanding of dragons—not to mention the Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood alone, which is enough to prove this.
What the other party said is most likely credible.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall spoke up.
Her brow furrowed, and her tone returned to its usual seriousness. " Albus, we need to get this straight: a second-year student, without permission, rode a fire-breathing skeleton flying over the castle, and possibly even outside Hogwarts. How should we handle this?"
Morris looked at Dumbledore with curiosity.
To be honest, he also wanted to know what kind of punishment he would face.
On the surface, he did violate several school rules, and if things were really investigated, he certainly wouldn't be able to escape punishment.
"Hogwarts ' rules are really strict," he thought casually.
Oh, by the way, should we switch schools?
With his abilities, many schools would surely welcome him.
For example, Durmstrang?
He'd heard it was freer there, and they even openly taught Dark Magic... Oh, and apparently they didn't accept Muggle students?
Besides that, Beauxbatons seems pretty good too...
Dumbledore was clearly unaware of the dangerous thoughts swirling in Morris's mind.
He noticed the other person frowning and assumed they were worried about the punishment they were about to face.
He smiled gently. "Don't worry, Morris. To me, your actions are merely normal magical research. Hogwarts always encourages students to explore and experiment on the magical path, as long as they adhere to basic safety guidelines and ethical standards."
"Okay." Morris nodded obediently.
It seems he's safe for now.
However, he felt that sooner or later he would do something even more outrageous, such as delving into the study of Dark Magic.
He was quite self-aware about this.
He has a curiosity about everything, and Dark Magic is undoubtedly within his area of study.
Well, I might actually get fired then.
The idea of transferring schools is on hold for now.
Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with disbelief. "Is this really normal magical research? Aren't there any dangers?"
"Relax, Minerva," Dumbledore winked. "It's not unusual for some exceptionally gifted people. I remember when I was young... well, never mind, old people just like to reminisce."
He waved his hand as he spoke.
Morris was really interested in hearing about the principal's youth.
Clearly, this great wizard was not one to follow the rules.
Professor McGonagall brought the topic back to the present.
She turned to Morris, her expression still serious. " Morris, you won't be punished this time. But I hope you won't handle this skeleton at school anymore; it'll attract a lot of unnecessary attention. This is for your own good."
These words are reasonable and could even be considered a form of protection.
Morris obediently replied, "Yes, Professor McGonagall, I understand."