Morris continued writing, "Is there any way to eliminate this effect?"
He recently used his Magic Manifestation to check, and the impurities on the magic representing his soul state were still there, only slightly less noticeable, not gone.
As Voldemort specialized in studying Dark Magic, perhaps he knew something.
However, Tom did not offer any substantial advice.
"I told you, Mark, you don't need to worry. If your will is strong enough, you can naturally resist such subtle influences. The power of the soul is stronger than you think; external imprints will ultimately only remain on the surface."
Morris disagreed with this view.
Because there are living examples right before our eyes.
If Voldemort had resisted the corrupting influence of Dark Magic, how could he have ended up looking like that inhuman, ghostly creature from his previous life?
That's completely unconvincing.
Morris stopped pursuing the topic.
"Okay, Tom, I believe you, after all, you're my friend. I have a few other questions..."
Days passed by.
Aside from answering Morris's questions, Tom did not offer any proactive guidance or probing, nor did he mention anything about the Chamber of Secrets.
The other party was quite patient.
Morris hoped the other party would continue to be patient.
After all, free teachers like these are hard to find.
February 14th, early morning.
" Expecto Patronum!"
Inside the dormitory, Morris waved his wand.
Silvery-white ravens circled and danced in the dormitory, filling the room with a warm atmosphere.
He recently discovered that the method to resist the influence of Dark Magic is actually quite simple.
That is the Patronus Charm.
Or rather, it's a sustained, intense positive emotion.
" Magic Manifestation!"
Morris waved his wand again, summoning the magic to check that the black impurities had completely disappeared.
very good.
He nodded in satisfaction.
Now I can confidently and boldly study Dark Magic again.
We've already tried the Killing Curse, how about we try the Cruciatus Curse next?
But before that, he needed to fill his stomach.
Morris put away his wand and left the dormitory for the Great Hall for breakfast.
As soon as he entered the Great Hall, he was stunned.
The decorations in the hall had completely changed. Countless pink ribbons hung from the ceiling, and the long tables were decorated with roses and heart-shaped ornaments. Most extravagantly, a group of dwarfs dressed as Cupid were running around.
Morris then realized that today seemed to be Valentine's Day.
Hogwarts actually celebrates this holiday?
No wonder he saw so many men and women on dates when he walked down the corridor earlier.
Oh, not just male-male and female-female, but also male-female.
Morris had no interest in such a holiday and strode across the Great Hall, heading straight for the Ravenclaw table.
By the way, today's pancakes are also heart-shaped.
Cho Chang sat opposite him, saying with some helplessness, "These exaggerated decorations were all Professor Lockhart's idea, and those mischievous little gnomes were also his idea."
Morris drizzled syrup over his pancake. "I see."
Lockhart, that's not surprising.
To be honest, he needed to speak with Lockhart.
After his morning classes ended, Morris went to Lockhart's office.
After knocking, a vibrant voice came from inside.
"Please come in!!"
He pushed open the door and found that the interior decoration had also been changed. Like the Great Hall, it had a Valentine's Day theme, and even the Skeleton Dog in the corner were tied with pink ribbons.
What's even more striking is that Lockhart's desk was piled high with greeting cards and envelopes, like a small mountain.
Lockhart himself was sitting behind the hill, signing his name quickly on greeting cards with a broad smile, humming a little tune.
He was clearly enjoying himself.
" Mr. Black," Lockhart looked up, flashing a perfect smile, "Happy Valentine's Day, are you here to give me a card too...? Oh, just kidding."
Morris walked to the desk, ignoring the enormous mountain of greeting cards, and said, " Professor Lockhart, I'm here to discuss a new deal with you."
"A deal?" Lockhart immediately put down his quill, leaned forward, and looked on with curiosity.
"Do you remember Mr. Frick?" Morris asked.
"Of course," Lockhart said cheerfully.
Those twelve Skeleton Dog were the ones Frick and Morris sold to him together.
In retrospect, buying those Skeleton Dog was probably the most satisfying transaction he'd made recently.
" Mr. Frick has left some goods with me," Morris continued, "All from all over the world, and I think you might be interested."
Lockhart's eyes immediately lit up.
But he quickly leaned back in his chair, feigning composure, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers. "Oh? What kind of goods are they? You know, ordinary souvenirs don't catch my eye. My collection room is already overflowing with gifts from fans all over the world."
Morris took out a long box and placed it on the table. "Please take a look, Professor."
Lockhart opened the box with a hint of curiosity.
Inside the box lay a magic wand. It looked ordinary; it was dark brown with some crooked patterns on its surface.
Lockhart picked it up, brought it close to his eyes to examine it carefully, and frowned slightly. "What is this?"
" Whip Wand," Morris explained. "It might be a small gadget for your level, but believe me, it's fun."
Lockhart raised an eyebrow. "How do I use it?"
"Hold it, then relax. It will automatically draw magic from your body. Then, you just need to press the button at the bottom, remember not to point it at anyone."
Lockhart did as instructed and grasped the wand's handle; the texture was rougher than he had imagined.
Almost the instant he relaxed, he felt a slight suction from the wand.
The feeling wasn't unpleasant; rather, it was rather peculiar.
Following Morris's suggestion, he touched the bottom of the wand, where there was indeed a slightly raised small round button.
Press down gently.
An astonishing scene unfolded.
The strange patterns on the wand's surface glowed with a grayish-white light, while the wand itself rapidly extended and elongated from the tip.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the wand had completely Transfiguration into a whip made of tightly connected bone segments.
The whip was entirely pale, held silently in Lockhart's hand, exuding a chilling aura.
This is Morris's new invention - the Whip Wand.
He successfully imprinted the spell model of the Bone Summoning Spell onto a real-world object for the first time.
Of course, spell models alone are not enough; he also drew upon the power of runes.
In short, the function of this magic wand is to summon a whip that can move freely according to the user's will.
No incantations or waving are needed; just a little bit of magic power is required.
It's very convenient, isn't it?