Morris led Harry into a deserted alley.
Several abandoned wooden crates were piled up here, and a strange smell permeated the air.
"Where are we going?" Harry looked around, somewhat puzzled.
Morris's hand was already on his shoulder.
"Don't resist," he said. "The first Apparition might be a little uncomfortable."
" Apparition, what is that?"
Before Harry could finish speaking, he felt a strong sense of pressure, followed by a dizzying sensation.
When his feet touched the ground again, he gagged, feeling his stomach churning.
The damp, salty, and chilly air filled his nostrils. Harry, supporting himself on his knees, felt dizzy for a while before slowly raising his head.
He found himself standing on a rocky mudflat, with the vast ocean stretching out before him.
What place is this?
Harry looked around blankly.
Morris squinted, a smile playing on his lips, as he faced the damp, salty sea breeze.
"A deserted island," he said. "It doesn't have a name on the map, and perhaps no one has ever named it. I found it a while ago. Shall we take a look around?"
Harry had never been to a place like this before, so he naturally found it very novel.
He wandered around the area, with Morris following beside him, not in a hurry.
After walking for a while, Harry suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, " Morris! Fudge said before that I can't leave Diagon Alley!"
Morris waved his hand dismissively. "I don't think you're a law-abiding citizen, Harry. Don't worry, I'll get you back to Diagon Alley unharmed in the end."
"Okay," Harry nodded. "You're right."
Since we're already here...
Worrying won't help.
He set aside his concerns and his gaze was once again drawn to the surrounding scenery.
Sunlight spills onto the sea, shattering into countless golden scales.
Is this what Morris wanted him to see?
I must say, it's very beautiful.
At this moment, Morris clapped his hands. "Alright, Harry, are you done resting? Come on, I'll show you something even more interesting."
Having said that, he headed deeper into the island.
He couldn't wait to show off what he had accomplished this summer.
Yes, showing off.
That's why Morris brought Harry here.
Harry quickly followed.
They trudged through the gravel, past a tall thicket of bushes, and around several massive rocks, until a breathtaking view suddenly opened up before them.
There is a huge puddle here, like a natural lake, filled with dark green, bottomless water.
"Is there something there?" Harry asked, staring at the center of the lake.
Morris walked to the edge of the puddle and smiled slightly.
"Watch closely, Harry," he said, waving his hand.
Ripples spread across the water's surface, and then a dark shadow gradually grew larger.
Harry held his breath and stared intently.
A colossal creature slowly rose from the bottom of the lake.
This is a two-masted sailing ship, about twenty meters long, and judging from the color of its hull, it is still a new ship.
Shockingly, it wasn't in the water, but rather placed inside an enormous, transparent glass bottle with a matching large wooden stopper at the mouth.
The wooden boat is inside the bottle, and the bottle floats on the lake.
What an amazing scene!
This is what Morris did this summer.
His base.
Although there are still many areas that need improvement, it has already taken shape.
Morris, quite pleased, introduced it to Harry: "This is Ship in a Bottle. What do you think, Harry? Do you think the appearance is acceptable?"
Harry opened his mouth, and finally managed to say, "Very good."
Since entering the magical world, he had witnessed many wonders, but the scene before him still exceeded his imagination.
"Shall we go in and take a look?"
Morris said, waving his arm again.
The Ship in a Bottle floated up, slowly flew onto the open space on the shore, and landed in front of the two people.
"I can't make it fly very fast," Morris said regretfully. "This type of rune is unstable, so I mostly inscribe levitation runes. But don't worry, I have alternatives."
Harry couldn't understand the meaning of the obscure words the other person was using, and he asked blankly, "Did you really make this?"
"That's right."
Morris said this naturally, and then stepped forward.
As he approached, the outline of an arched doorway Silencio appeared on the smooth glass bottle, its edges shimmering with a pale silver light.
This is the entrance—it only appears when Morris is sensed approaching.
Although this bottle is made of ordinary glass, it is engraved with numerous runes and imbued with a great deal of magic, making it not only incredibly hard but also capable of withstanding magical attacks of a certain intensity.
Let's go.
Morris turned back to signal, then went inside first.
Harry quickly followed.
The moment the two entered the bottle, a wooden ladder extended down from the boat.
Clearly, this is for loading onto the ship.
Morris climbed the ladder first, with Harry following behind him.
When his feet actually landed on the deck, Harry felt a little unreal.
Although separated by glass, amazingly, he could still feel the sound of the wind, the waves, and the calls of seabirds from the outside world.
This is not an illusion.
"Ready to set sail, children?" Morris asked, his enthusiasm high.
Harry was visibly taken aback.
There was clearly only him here besides Morris.
"Uh... are you ready?" he answered hesitantly.
"You should have said yes, Captain," Morris corrected, but in a light tone.
"Yes, Captain."
Harry said loudly in agreement, feeling inexplicably excited.
"Very good." Morris nodded in satisfaction. "Then let's set off."
Just as Harry was about to ask him what he could do, the ship slowly rose.
Or rather, the entire Ship in a Bottle has left the ground.
Harry instinctively gripped the handrail on the side of the boat.
The feeling of weightlessness was not intense; it was like riding an extremely smooth elevator.
He looked down and saw that the deserted island was rapidly shrinking, gradually turning into a long, narrow plate.
"I hope you don't have a fear of heights," Morris said.
"It's alright," Harry took a deep breath, "It just feels a little... unreal."
"That's what makes it unreal," Morris chuckled. "It's not the same as riding a flying broomstick."
After an unknown amount of time, the Ship in a Bottle finally came to a stop; they were now at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked.
"Wandering aimlessly," Morris said casually.
Harry was at a loss for words.
"Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" Morris suddenly turned to Harry. "Anywhere but outside of Earth, I can take you. Just think of it as a trip to relax. Speaking of which, I've been too busy lately and need a few days to rest."
Where do you want to go?
Harry fell into thought.