The twins clearly had a great deal of enthusiasm and were full of energy for the Shadow Concealment Stone product.
After spending the afternoon discussing various matters, Morris returned to his dorm and stretched on his bed.
The sales strategy for the Shadow Concealment Stone has been basically finalized.
The twins plan to first try selling on a small scale within the school, and once they have accumulated enough capital, they will try to increase their brand awareness and sell to all of Britain and even Europe.
Morris had no objections to this ambitious plan.
Anyway, he only planned to be a hands-off manager, and making Shadow Concealment Stone wasn't a particularly energy-consuming task for him.
The twins were willing to do these chores, which suited him perfectly.
As for the profit-sharing ratio, Morris simply set it at 50/50.
This was undoubtedly a generous offer for the Weasley brothers, who could make a guaranteed profit without investing any capital.
Moreover, the more they sell, the more money they can get.
Their motivation was naturally even greater.
After resting for a while, Morris sat up in bed and began to examine the Book of the Mage in his mind.
New information has appeared: Fixed-Point Teleportation.
As the name suggests, this is a spatial magic similar to Apparition.
Simply put, it means that by placing a magic circle on oneself, one can instantly teleport to another pre-marked location.
Morris immediately began to try, carefully drawing a magic circle on the back of his left hand.
The ingredients remain the same; they are his blood.
He discovered long ago that no matter what kind of magic circle it was, the effect would always be better if it was drawn with materials that possessed their own magic power.
Although the magic circle for Fixed-Point Teleportation is not large, it is extremely complex.
It was the most complicated magic circle Morris had ever encountered since he came into contact with magic, and it even had a multi-layered nested structure.
Failure, adjustment, more failures...
Time slipped by quietly, and gradually, night deepened.
Finally, at two in the morning, Morris completed the last stroke of the magic circle.
On the back of his hand, tiny, dark red blood vessels formed a complex and dazzling pattern.
There was no light emitted, nor any unusual noise.
Morris raised his hand and slowly infused it with magic.
The next moment, an identical, enlarged version of the magic circle, about three feet in diameter, quietly appeared on the floor in front of him.
Marking complete.
Morris pushed open the dormitory door and walked into the lounge.
"Teleport."
With a thought, and a flash before his eyes, he was already standing firmly in the center of the magic circle inside the dormitory.
It was a success.
The transmission process was very smooth, without any delay.
It seems that Hogwarts ' Anti-Apparition Jinx magic is ineffective against his Fixed-Point Teleportation.
This spell has a clear advantage over Apparition.
That is -- no pre-rocking.
Apparition requires a high degree of concentration and cannot be used for the slightest distraction, making it difficult to execute in combat.
The Fixed-Point Teleportation only requires a single thought to activate.
This is a very good life-saving magic.
Of course, the drawbacks are also obvious: it's not very flexible and can only teleport to fixed marker points.
However, its merits outweigh its flaws.
As Morris looked at the magic circle in the dormitory, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.
He plans to prepare a base for himself.
Or rather, a base.
Secret base!
Every man, regardless of age, harbors beautiful and romantic fantasies about the term "secret base."
Morris was no exception.
Moreover, having your own hiding place is very important. Although the dormitories at Hogwarts are safe, they are not very convenient.
He plans to start preparations this summer.
There's only one week left until the final exams.
In Chamber of Secrets.
"Phew, finally finished."
Morris wiped the sweat from his brow and took out his pocket watch to glance at it.
Yes, 5 a. m.
I've stayed up all night again without even realizing it.
Before him, the Basilisk, transformed into an undead creature, slowly twisted its body and rolled over affectionately, as if it were being affectionate.
That's right, the Basilisk has become Morris's undead creature.
Unfortunately, the current Basilisk is not the original.
Morris replaced all of its broken parts.
Judging from its appearance, the Basilisk is completely different from before.
Its eyes had transformed into two burning flames of the soul, and its skin was patched up in various colors, giving it a rugged beauty.
Even the fangs in its mouth had been replaced with a stainless steel-like material, gleaming coldly in the dim light.
To be honest, Morris quite likes this redesigned style.
"Doesn't the Basilisk look amazing now, Tom?" He looked at the Skeleton Dog at his feet.
Tom immediately lowered his head. "It's simply an unparalleled work of art, Master. I have never seen such a breathtaking creation."
As always, showering her with compliments.
After spending time together, Morris had a general understanding of Tom's personality.
This child is really good at reading people's expressions and always knows how to say the right thing to please them.
No wonder so many professors praised him highly when he was in school.
Which professor wouldn't like a student who speaks so eloquently and is so handsome?
Morris shook his head and looked to the other side. " Guantou, what do you think?"
"Meow~ (So ugly)"
The Guantou, which came to inspect the new colleague, called out without any politeness.
Morris smiled.
Tom definitely knows how to appreciate things better.
At this moment, the Guantou slowly walked forward, completely disregarding the Basilisk appearance, and lightly leaped, landing steadily on its head.
It swayed gracefully back and forth, letting out a satisfied purr.
This posture clearly demonstrates his status as the boss.
The Basilisk readily accepted, its massive body remaining motionless as the Guantou stomped on it.
Perhaps because he was too complacent, Guantou accidentally slipped and lost his balance.
"Meow!?"
The Guantou screamed and flailed its limbs in the air, about to fall off the Basilisk's head.
The Basilisk instinctively shook its head, trying to steady its opponent.
However, this movement was a bit too exaggerated.
"Smack."
The Guantou was flung out like a cannonball, sticking sprawled out on the stone wall of the Chamber of Secrets, impossible to remove.
Morris was somewhat speechless.
This little devil.
The Basilisk is still not used to its current body and cannot accurately control its strength.
A few seconds later, the Guantou fell to the ground and wobbled as it got up.
It shook off the dust, its fur standing on end as it bared its teeth at the Basilisk.
The Basilisk shrank its neck.
Morris walked over, about to comfort him, when he suddenly noticed a noticeable dent in the wall where the Guantou had hit. Fine cracks spread out along the edge, and stone chips were falling from it.
Over time, the walls have become extremely fragile due to erosion.