As Morris and the two Weasley discussed the organization's name and other matters, a slightly hesitant voice came from the side.
" Morris... what are you talking about?"
Neville stood a few steps away, holding a crystal ball, watching them curiously.
"Oh, you've come at the right time," Morris said, putting his arm around his shoulder and moving him in front of the twins. "This is the fourth member of our yet-to-be-named organization. A warm welcome."
The twins clapped in unison.
Neville blinked a few times, looking completely bewildered.
Morris briefly explained the organization to him.
"I'll join." Neville almost without hesitation. "I know you wouldn't hurt me, Morris."
What an innocent boy.
Morris was somewhat moved.
To be honest, Neville possessed neither lofty ambitions nor exceptional talent.
Perhaps the other person's magical talent isn't bad, but compared to a true genius, it seems quite ordinary.
but.
Morris loved playing with the child.
That reason is sufficient.
Morris smiled. "Well then, Neville, welcome to... the Explorers."
The name came out off the top of my head; it didn't have any profound meaning, it was very simple, even a bit casual.
" Explorers, that doesn't sound very impressive," Fred muttered.
Morris glanced at him. "But I like it."
Fred immediately straightened up with a grin. "You're in charge, boss."
"Then what should I do?" Neville asked cautiously.
He didn't really understand the words Morris used, such as exploration, future, and universe.
"Do nothing," Morris said casually, "Or just enjoy your vacation."
"Oh."
After leaving school, Morris returned to Knockturn Alley.
In the Bone and the Grocery Store, Frick looked up from behind a pile of bottles and jars that smelled strange and grinned as soon as he saw Morris.
"Ah, you're back, Morris. How have you been at Hogwarts?"
Morris casually placed the suitcase on the table.
"Not bad," he replied simply, then glanced at Frick, "You speak like a parent greeting a child coming home from school."
Frick shrugged. "I wouldn't mind adopting you, Morris. Want a new dad?"
Morris stared at him expressionlessly, then clearly uttered a single word. "Get out."
Frick burst into laughter.
After laughing, he waved his hand. "Let's get down to business, Morris. What you requested has arrived."
He took a flat package wrapped in canvas from the bottom of the drawer and slammed it on the counter.
After untying the canvas, there was a thick stack of papers inside.
" Mundungus Fletcher Fletcher collected all these ship design blueprints in just two days," Frick clicked his tongue twice. "That guy might not be good at anything else, but he's a genius at this. It's just that he doesn't charge cheap fees."
Morris quickly flipped through the drawings; the variety was more chaotic than he had expected.
But that's enough; he only wanted to reference the appearance anyway.
Seeing Morris's focused expression, Frick couldn't resist his curiosity and asked in a low voice, "Hey Morris, what do you need all these messy ship plans for? You're not actually planning to build a ship, are you?"
Morris looked up, a slight smile playing on his lips. "More or less."
In fact, his reason for wanting these drawings was quite simple.
That was to build his base.
He planned to design it in the shape of a ship.
Why a boat?
Good question. Morris didn't know either. Maybe it's because he wanted to be called captain in his lifetime.
He put away the blueprints and went into the inner room. "I'm going to rest now, Frick. See you tomorrow."
Frick asked, "Are you planning to stay here again this summer?"
Morris turned around. "Is that not allowed?"
Frick paused for a moment, then spread his hands. "Of course, as long as you pay the rent on time. But Madam Caroline said she'll be coming in a few days, so you'll be staying in her room. Ah, it seems Madam Caroline will have to share a room with me for the time being..."
"That's good."
The sound of a door closing came from the dimly lit corridor.
Morris had a feeling he would be particularly busy this summer.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed, and it's now August.
Harry Potter did not have a pleasant summer vacation.
At this moment, he was sitting on a magical bus called the Knight Bus, heading towards Diagon Alley.
As for why he was there—that's a troublesome story.
Just now, in the Dursley family ' living room, he turned Aunt Marge, who had insulted his parents, into a round, human-shaped balloon.
It's not his fault.
What was it called again...? Ah, right, Accidental Magic.
Harry thought bitterly.
Normally, wizards his age rarely experience Accidental Magic.
Unless one is extremely angry.
Suddenly, the Knight Bus braked hard, nearly throwing Harry off his bed.
Someone else has probably gotten on the bus.
"Where are you going, sir?"
" Diagon Alley, thank you."
"Eleven Silver Sickle, and if you add three more Silver Sickle, you can get..."
No need.
Harry thought the passenger's voice sounded familiar.
He subconsciously looked up and peered through the dim light.
The curtain was pulled back.
Harry blinked, thinking he was seeing things.
The person who entered was Morris Black.
Morris hadn't expected to run into an acquaintance here.
When he saw Harry, he paused for a moment, then strode over and sat down next to him.
"Would you like some cake? I bought it from Muggle."
As he spoke, Morris magically pulled a plate from the side pocket of his seemingly ordinary briefcase, on which sat an extremely tempting chocolate cake.
"Thank you, but no need," Harry said instinctively.
He had little appetite, and that was very strange.
"Oh."
Morris took out a fork and began to eat.
After taking a couple of bites, he casually asked, "By the way, where are you headed? I remember you should have a place to stay."
Harry sighed.
He was happy to tell his friends about his experiences, hoping to find some comfort.
So he described everything about Aunt Marge.
After listening, Morris asked, somewhat puzzled, "Then why are you still living there? Go to Diagon Alley. The Leaky Cauldron has rooms. I remember you inherited a large fortune, enough for you to live in for the rest of your life."
Harry sighed again. " Professor Dumbledore wants me to spend at least part of each year at my aunt's. He said it has something to do with a protective spell my mother left me."
He remembered Dumbledore's instructions very clearly.
"I see." Morris nodded.
Magic, after all, comes with all sorts of strange conditions, which is normal.