Morris didn't have a good way of investigating the identity of the old man in the crystal ball.
All he could do was ask around.
Around noon, he asked almost every professor he could find.
it is a pity.
Snape, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout... they all said they had never seen this person before.
He's probably not a famous person.
Morris had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being.
The day's classes ended quickly.
After dinner, Morris leisurely walked to the door of the room at the far end of the fifth-floor corridor.
The first gathering of the " Explorers " this semester will be held here.
Come to think of it, he remembered this room. The twins had once hidden a box of Dungbomb in it, which Filch discovered and dragged away on the spot.
I don't know if they managed to get it back.
Morris pushed open the door, and the sight inside made him pause for a moment.
The other three people besides him have already arrived.
In the center of the room, Neville stood holding his wand, slightly out of breath, while the twins stood behind him pointing and gesturing.
"What are you doing... uh, what is this?"
As Morris approached, he discovered a wooden dummy dressed in tattered wizard robes standing before them.
Fred turned and explained, " George and I found this in the underground storeroom; it seems to be a tool specifically used for practicing magic."
"How about it? Cool, right?" George grinned, patting the mannequin on the shoulder. "Even if you cut off its arm, it can regenerate quickly."
Morris paused for two seconds, staring at the mannequin. "I understand the logic, but... why is it wearing my face?"
The mannequin's features are clearly discernible: sharp eyes, a straight nose, slightly pursed lips, and black hair.
Isn't that Morris?
This feels so eerie.
"Well," Fred scratched his head, his tone subtle, "We were just teaching Neville a spell, but he was too nervous. He said he only felt safe around you, so I made the dummy look like you."
"Will this tactic work?" Morris asked.
Fred glanced at Neville and shook his head regretfully. "Judging from the results, it's not ideal."
"I'm sorry," Neville said, blushing and lowering his head, his voice trailing off, "I'm so useless."
Morris drew his wand and gently waved it at the dummy.
A few seconds later, that face completely changed.
"Who is this?" George asked curiously.
"Never mind," Morris replied casually, putting away his wand.
The dummy at this moment resembled the old man he had seen in Trelawney's crystal ball before.
Somehow, he subconsciously conjured up that face.
"He doesn't look like a good person," George said. "If you ask me, why not replace him with Snape?"
Neville immediately showed a look of horror.
He didn't have the guts to use the Blasting Curse on Snape!
"I suggest we don't," Morris said, turning to Neville. "By the way, what kind of magic were you practicing just now?"
" The Blasting Curse," Fred replied. "It's a bit dangerous, but very effective. Neville was just trying it, but as you saw, he was so nervous his hands were shaking terribly when he chanted it."
"I secretly used it once at home," Neville whispered.
Although it wasn't as powerful as a firecracker, at least it worked, right?
Morris nodded.
Neville's Blasting Curse was taught to him last year, but the other party couldn't use it no matter what he tried.
There has been some progress.
At that moment, George seemed to suddenly remember something and changed the subject, "Oh, right, Morris, what is the purpose of our gathering today?"
"No particular purpose," Morris said matter-of-factly. "I just wanted to get you all together for a chat. Our meeting place was originally supposed to be the Ship in a Bottle, where there's food and tea."
Fred and George were speechless for a moment.
They thought there would be some exciting action tonight.
But... it doesn't matter.
They didn't have any particular purpose in attending Morris's rally.
It's enough that we can get together.
"What is Ship in a Bottle?" Neville asked curiously.
This was the first time he had ever heard this word.
"Our Explorers ' headquarters," Fred said smugly, "Is a flying ship."
"A... a flying ship?" Neville's eyes widened.
"Yes," George continued, "It's in a glass bottle, with plenty of space and rooms inside, enough for any activity we want."
Neville couldn't picture it, so he just said, "That would be really cool."
Morris smiled. "Next month, I'll be able to sail the ship to Hogwarts, and you'll see."
However, he might need to inform Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore beforehand.
Otherwise it will scare people.
Fred clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back. "Alright, since our boss doesn't have any plans, let's continue practicing the Blasting Curse. Don't waste time, Neville, try again."
Neville glanced at Morris instinctively, a little nervous.
Morris nodded to him. "Good luck."
As if he had received some kind of approval, Neville took a deep breath and raised his wand again, aiming it at the dummy.
This time, his movements were noticeably more stable.
" Confringo!"
A red beam shot from the tip of his wand, striking the dummy precisely in the chest and blasting a hole the size of a fist.
Before Neville could react, Fred slapped him on the broad back and shouted, "Well done!"
"Really... really?" Neville looked a little stunned.
"Really!" Fred said confidently. "I dare say you're already on par with George."
"I don't agree with that." George raised an eyebrow, then turned to Morris, " Morris, do you know the Blasting Curse?"
Neville and Fred also cast curious glances their way.
Clearly, they also wanted to know just how far Morris was capable.
Morris smiled slightly and casually pointed his wand at the mannequin.
" Confringo!"
"Boom!"
With a deafening roar and a blinding red light, the dummy exploded instantly, its parts scattered haphazardly throughout the room.
All three of them were stunned.
They didn't even see the trajectory of the spell Morris cast.
"You're really amazing," Fred exclaimed. "How exactly did you train?"
Morris waved his wand again, restoring the dummy to its original state, and smirked, "Want to know? There's a lot more to it than meets the eye."
The three nodded in unison, even Neville temporarily forgot his nervousness and stared at him intently.
The room was so quiet you could hear the hooting of owls outside.
"Hold on."
As Morris spoke, he pulled a book from his robe.
Neville instinctively looked at the book cover.
The title was clearly written there.
Wizard Meditation Method.