After the conversation ended, Morris walked over to the Bone Dragon and put it away.
The Undead Creature Containment Magic Circle is indeed a convenient spell; without it, Morris really wouldn't know where to store the Bone Dragon.
Professor McGonagall looked surprised again upon seeing the suddenly vanished Bone Dragon.
This is undoubtedly a sophisticated spatial magic technique, far beyond the reach of ordinary students.
"Then I'll take my leave." Morris nodded to the two professors and turned to walk towards the castle.
After he had completely disappeared, Professor McGonagall turned to Dumbledore, her brow furrowed. " Albus, where did this child learn all this from?"
Dumbledore stood there, snowflakes falling on his robes and slowly melting.
His tone remained relaxed. "Let's leave it alone, Minerva. As educators, our job is simply to ensure that students don't go down the wrong path."
Professor McGonagall was not convinced, and the doubt in her eyes did not disappear.
She paused for a moment, then suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the heir?"
Dumbledore hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head. "No."
"We must find the Chamber of Secrets as soon as possible," Professor McGonagall sighed. "There are already four victims."
How's it going with the Ministry of Magic?
" The Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore said. "They'll only cause trouble."
The next day, Morris sat alone at the long table in the Great Hall, slowly spreading jam on his bread and enjoying the peaceful morning.
Fred and George suddenly rushed in through the door, ran straight to his side, and sat down on either side of him.
"What's wrong?" Morris put the last bite of bread into his mouth. "Did you get into trouble again?"
"That's interesting!" George quickly pulled a folded copy of the Daily Prophet from his pocket, opened it, and handed it to him, pointing to a rather inconspicuous page. "Look here."
Morris looked down.
The title is "Unidentified Flying Object Spotted Near Hogsmeade ".
Below is a very clear animated image.
A person clad in full armor rode a massive skeleton, soaring through the skies above Hogsmeade.
Without a doubt, that was the scene of Morris riding the Bone Dragon yesterday.
"Oh?"
Morris was quite surprised.
He was flying very fast yesterday, and it was snowing heavily, yet the photo was still taken so clearly.
Reporters in the Wizarding World are indeed quite capable.
Fred leaned forward, asking urgently, " Morris, is this you?"
They all knew that Morris possessed a movable dragon skeleton, and that day Morris had gone to Hogsmeade with them again.
The answer is obvious.
Morris nodded slightly. "Yes, that was me."
"Cool!" Fred put his hand on his shoulder, his eyes practically sparkling. "You made that thing fly!? George and I have never ridden a dragon before, could we...?"
The two men cast eager glances at him, and Morris smiled and nodded. "No problem."
"That's awesome!" Fred and George high-fived and cheered.
The sound drew the attention of several students in the empty restaurant, but the twins paid no attention, immersed in the excitement of riding the dragon.
For Morris, taking the twins for a spin was no problem; the Bone Dragon's carrying capacity was more than enough.
That morning, he took Fred and George aboard the Bone Dragon and took a ride in the sky.
The experience, however, was not pleasant.
Although Morris installed three comfortable seats on the Bone Dragon's back, it was still winter, and keeping it warm was a problem.
Fred and George used several Warming Charm, but it was still of little use.
After a short flight of just over ten minutes, the two of them were so cold when they got off that their faces turned blue, their lips turned purple, their teeth chattered, and they didn't even have the strength to cheer.
Morris himself was alright; although he wasn't wearing bone armor, his robes were specially made and effectively protected him from the cold.
Looking at the shivering twins, he suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, do you know where Professor Kettleburn's office is?"
Fred rubbed his frozen hands and stammered, "You should have seen it in that house next to the greenhouse."
"Thanks." Morris nodded to them, watching the two hurry towards the castle gate; they probably wanted to get back to the lounge to warm themselves by the fire.
Morris headed towards the greenhouse.
Before long, he arrived at the entrance of the greenhouse. Not far away, there was indeed a detached, somewhat old wooden house.
In fact, he had always thought it was a warehouse or a place to store tools, never expecting it to be Professor Kettleburn's office.
Morris approached and found the door ajar, from which came intermittent humming.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door frame.
The humming stopped, followed by Professor Kettleburn's booming voice, "Come in! The door's unlocked!"
Morris pushed open the door and entered.
The room was messier than I had imagined. It was more like a warehouse than an office, with all sorts of odds and ends piled up haphazardly. The air was filled with a complex smell, not pleasant, but not nauseating either.
Professor Kettleburn himself was bent over a mortar emitting wisps of white smoke, vigorously grinding some red powder.
"Hello, Professor. I am Morris Black."
Professor Kettleburn turned his head.
"Oh, it's you. I remember we met last year."
He immediately stood up and vigorously wiped his hands on his apron several times.
"Yes, Professor." Morris nodded.
Last year, with the other party's help, he pieced together the skeleton of the Crup; it seems the other party still remembers him.
Professor Kettleburn approached Morris and said cheerfully, "So what can I do for you? Don't be shy, this is my last year at Hogwarts, and I'd be happy to help."
Morris was taken aback. "The last year?"
"Yes," Professor Kettleburn waved his hand, "I'm retiring next year. Oh, you're a sophomore, so you probably won't be able to take my class. But there will be a new professor next year if Dumbledore can find someone."
"What a pity," Morris said.
Although they had only met a few times, he still had a certain fondness for the professor.
Professor Kettleburn patted him on the shoulder. "Let's not talk about that. So, what exactly did you want to see me about?"
Morris quickly explained his purpose, "I have an animal skeleton, but I can't determine the specific species."
"Oh, you've come to the right person," Professor Kettleburn said happily. "My decades of dedication to protecting Fantastic Beasts haven't been for nothing."
He casually picked up a cane leaning against the table, the wooden prosthetic leg making a distinct sound as it stepped on the ground. "Come on, take me to see."