In the end, Morris sold Algernon a dozen or so bottles of the Draught of Living Death at cost price.
It also helped him clear out some inventory.
He no longer needs the Draught of Living Death to enter the Gap World, so keeping these Potions is pointless.
As for what the other party intended to do with this Draught of Living Death, that was beyond his consideration.
Why should he care what others do?
During the rest of the meeting, Morris spoke with the other members.
It can only be said that the members Robert selected were all quite capable, always able to keep up with his thinking, and even offer insightful additions.
Is this Ravenclaw?
Indeed, Hogwarts has never lacked outstanding students.
Near the end, Morris asked, "If I want to learn Apparition, how do I do it?"
He had been interested in this magic that allowed him to teleport for a long time, but he had never been able to find any books about it.
Robert, engrossed in a book, replied without looking up, "That's a sixth-year elective course. The Ministry of Magic sends Apparition instructors to the school every year to conduct a twelve-week elective course."
"What if I wanted to learn now?" Morris didn't beat around the bush, his tone frank. "I believe I can master it quickly."
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A second-year student claims to have mastered high-level magic that even many adult wizards need to practice repeatedly.
To be honest, it's very arrogant.
Robert closed the book in his hand, simply smiled, and said, "I can teach you, and I know how to deal with Splinching. However, not at school. You should know that Hogwarts forbids Apparition."
"Thank you for your help," Morris said. "I'll pay you."
In fact, as long as he knew the spell and how to cast it, he was confident he could figure it out himself.
However, having a teacher can save a lot of effort.
Why not?
"Forget about the payment," Robert waved his hand. "I'd be happy to help. How about next Saturday? It's Hogsmeade's open day. We can find a quiet place to begin. Oh, wait, I forgot you can't go to Hogsmeade yet."
"I'll figure it out myself. See you at Hogsmeade on Saturday."
Saturday morning, in an open area outside Hogsmeade.
" Apparition!"
The moment the spell was cast, Morris's figure vanished with a "snap," only to reappear abruptly under a tree not far away.
He stumbled half a step, but quickly regained his balance.
Well...
How should I put it?
It felt a bit like being flushed down a toilet.
Just like when Professor McGonagall Apparition him before.
Robert clapped from a short distance away, "One shot! Morris, you did a great job. How do you feel?"
For some reason, he felt it was normal for the other person to have learned Apparition so easily.
"Not bad." Morris nodded. "I think I've got the hang of it. Thanks for your help, Robert."
Robert shrugged. "I only taught you the spell. Do you want to continue practicing?"
"No need," Morris said, brushing the dust off his robe. "Let's go to Three Broomsticks and have Butterbeer, it's on me."
After returning from Hogsmeade, Morris went straight back to his dormitory.
I've basically mastered Apparition, which is undoubtedly an extremely convenient way to move.
The only problem is that if we want to use it in the Muggle world, we have to solve the issue of the Trace.
Morris already has some ideas about this.
He opened the drawer and took out a gem the size of a fingernail.
The gemstone itself is unremarkable, with a cloudy, dark black surface.
Morris inscribed runes on it to conceal magical energy, but whether it can actually evade the surveillance of the Trace still requires actual testing.
He plans to do it during the summer vacation.
After putting away the gems, with nothing else to do, Morris opened Tom Riddle's Diary again.
Come to think of it, he's been ignoring the other person for a week; it's time for them to have a chat.
Dipping his quill in ink, Morris quickly wrote a line in his notebook, "Are you there, Tom?"
The handwriting was quickly absorbed, and almost at the same moment, Tom replied, "I'm here, Mark. Is there anything else?"
Just as Morris was about to jot down something, the words on the notebook suddenly changed on their own. "I'm afraid I need to sleep for a while, Mark."
Morris narrowed his eyes.
Ah, it looks like they're finally going to start causing trouble.
He immediately wrote, "Why?"
Tom: "Maintaining this communication is more energy-consuming than I expected. I need a long time to recover my magic, or..."
"Or what?"
Tom: "Or, could you share some of your magic with me?"
They've arrived.
After so much buildup, their intentions have finally been revealed.
Morris smirked and wrote, "Give you magic? Is that safe? For you, or for me? And how do I do it?"
Tom answered quickly, "It's safe. For you, it's just a matter of using up some excess magic, like casting a slightly more strenuous spell. The method is simple; you just need to give me some blood."
Morris stroked his chin.
He certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to do what the other party asked.
Who knows what tricks this young Dark Lord might pull?
He replied, "Perhaps I can give you magic directly."
Tom: "What do you mean?"
Morris took a Gap Energy Crystal from his box.
Since Tom needs magic, he has it right here.
Gap Energy Crystal are essentially products of highly condensed magic, only containing some impurities.
Using this will prevent you from getting involved.
He wanted to see what the other party was up to.
Morris placed the Gap Energy Crystal on a page of the notebook.
A few seconds later, the energy crystallized into a white mist, which was completely absorbed by the diary.
" Tom, how are you feeling?"
Tom: "... Not bad, Mark, but I still hope to get your blood directly; the magic in your blood will help me recover faster."
It seems the other party has ulterior motives.
Ha, I won't give it to you.
Morris simply wrote, "Maybe next time, Tom, I'm a little squeamish about blood."
This excuse is utterly flimsy.
There was a long silence on the other end of the diary, lasting half a minute.
Morris added, "Well, Tom, as a friend I can tell you the truth. I have a strange illness; whenever I bleed, I immediately fall into a deep coma, which can last from a few hours to several days. It's hereditary. So, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that there's really nothing I can do."
Tom finally replied, "I understand."
Morris didn't write anything more and simply closed the notebook.
I wonder when the other person will realize he's talking nonsense with a straight face.