Morris turned and boarded the train, finding an empty compartment to sit in.
Before long, the carriage gradually filled up with people.
Accompanied by a long, drawn-out whistle, the train slowly started moving.
As usual, Morris and the Weasley Twins, along with Lee Jordan, were in one cubicle.
" The Ministry of Magic arranged two cars to bring us here," Fred said as soon as he sat down, "Mainly to protect Harry from Sirius Black."
George added, "The area outside the station is now full of Auror."
Lee Jordan suddenly realized, "No wonder I always felt like I was being watched when I was out."
"Nobody's watching you," Fred immediately retorted. "You're not Harry Potter, you're just a nobody."
Oh, by the way, I heard you invited a girl to a date at Diagon Alley this summer, and then...
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Lee Jordan immediately lunged forward and covered the other person's mouth tightly.
Obviously, the result is not very good.
The group chatted idly for a while longer. When they had run out of things to talk about, Morris closed his eyes and began to Meditation, while Lee Jordan rummaged through his bag for quite some time.
Clang.
He threw something on the table.
It's a complete Wizard's Chess set.
The chess pieces moved around on the table, shouting at Morris and the others in what sounded like other languages.
"What is this?" Fred looked very interested.
"A gift from my uncle," Lee Jordan said. "Just something to pass the time."
Morris opened his eyes, not seeming much surprised.
Wizard's Chess in the Wizarding World is basically like this: the pieces have their own temperaments and thinking abilities, and sometimes they can even give advice to the player.
They started fiddling with the chessboard, and the pieces gathered around, grumbling and cursing.
"What are they talking about?" George asked Lee Jordan.
Lee Jordan looked troubled. "I don't know. I don't even know what language this is from."
"German," Morris said.
George looked at him in surprise, "You can understand German?"
Morris nodded.
"Where did you learn it?" George asked curiously. "Learning a language isn't easy."
"I studied it myself when I was a child," Morris said after thinking for a moment.
In fact, this was a skill he possessed in his previous life.
Although a long time has passed, he has read several magic books from Germany over the years and hasn't forgotten them all.
"So what do they mean by what they're saying?" George steered the conversation back on track.
"They're cursing you," Morris shrugged. "Besides, they want to overthrow the wizards' rule and let them experience being manipulated on a chessboard. What a grand ambition, isn't it?"
"I bet five Galleon," Fred said, picking up the black Knight and examining it closely, "That they'll never achieve this dream in their lifetime."
The Knight kicked his legs angrily, muttering a long string of curses, "&&#@%!"
Fred couldn't understand it, but the tone was clearly not a blessing.
Suddenly, the Knight swung his sword, a small spark flying from the tip, and accurately struck Lee Jordan's sleeve.
The smell of burning filled the air.
"It makes you kneel down," Morris translated.
Lee Jordan sighed, put the Wizard's Chess set away, and stuffed it back into his bag.
Using disobedient pieces is just a hassle.
Morris seemed intrigued. "Could I borrow this Wizard's Chess to study?"
"No problem," Lee Jordan retrieved the chess set and handed it to Morris, "I wasn't planning on using it anyway."
"Thank you." Morris accepted it.
He felt that this set of chess pieces was somewhat different from those on the market, and that the pieces in it were more intelligent and intuitive.
Perhaps some special manufacturing process was used?
Morris decided to study it in his spare time.
As the train moved along, the sky darkened without warning, and raindrops began to patter against the windows.
"Terrible weather," Lee Jordan muttered to himself.
The light in the cubicle came on, and Morris casually picked up a book and started flipping through it.
It's a textbook for Divination, titled " Unfogging the Future ".
To be honest, Divination is one of his most interesting subjects.
He tried to perform some Divination himself, but clearly, he didn't have the talent for it.
Suddenly, the train began to shake violently, the movements were very unnatural, and the sound of ping-pong balls coming from outside the door could be heard.
The light flickered twice, then remained at a dim brightness.
The atmosphere seemed very tense.
"This is really weird." Fred lowered his voice, unusually not joking.
Morris closed the book and put it back in his bag.
He felt a strange, inexplicable chill seeping up from the floor, slow and viscous.
That's interesting.
Morris stood up.
"Where are you going?" George asked instinctively.
"There's something outside," Morris said casually. "I'm going to bring it in. Be prepared, it might be a little uncomfortable."
Before the three could respond, he had already opened the cubicle door.
The moment the door opened, a chill filled the entire room.
There stood a huge figure in the doorway, draped in a tattered black cloak. It poked its head into the cubicle, revealing a face without features, only a bottomless abyss.
Fred, George, and Lee Jordan froze instantly, forgetting even to breathe.
With just one glance, Morris knew the identity of the thing before him.
Dementor.
A special kind of dark creature that can feed on human happy memories; it is a prison guard in Azkaban.
Fortunately, he had already learned how to deal with this kind of creature.
" Expecto Patronum!"
Morris waved his wand gently, and a silver raven materialized in the air.
The warmth instantly dispelled the chill in the cubicle, and Fred and the other two came to their senses, staring dumbfounded at the Raven Patronus.
The raven swooped down on the Dementor.
The Dementor instinctively flinched, floated backward, and disappeared through the doorway.
Morris picked up his briefcase from beside him, smiled at the three people in the cubicle, and said, "I'll be back in a few minutes."
He walked out and closed the door behind him.
There was a two-second silence in the cubicle.
" Morris went out?" Fred's voice was a little hoarse.
"Yes," George said.
"What was that thing? It was terrifying!" Lee Jordan slumped into his chair.
Meanwhile, in the corridor, Morris was confronting the Dementor.
Ah, how could he possibly let such an interesting creature slip by?
By this time, Morris could see the other person's appearance clearly; he looked like a highly decomposed corpse that had been soaking in water for too long.
It floated in the middle of the corridor, so tall that even with its body hunched over, its head could almost touch the ceiling.
" Expecto Patronum!"
Morris calmly recited the incantation.
More raven Patronus gathered from the sky, surrounding the Dementor.