Mid-October, late at night.
The wind, carrying rain, lashed against the castle's glass windows, making a crackling sound, and occasionally lightning flashed across the night sky.
As usual, Morris cast Disillusionment Charm and swaggered out of the library.
Recently, he has been searching for information about Dementor in the Restricted Section.
Unfortunately, the harvest was minimal.
The Wizarding World has very few records of this creature, consisting of only a few sentences repeated over and over again.
Dementor are among the most evil creatures in the world; they have no emotions, no reason, and only instinctively devour pleasure.
They are indestructible; no magic can truly harm them.
That's all.
As for their origins, intelligence, life cycle, and other information, none of it is recorded.
That's very strange.
When he reached the spiral staircase, Morris stopped because someone was coming towards him.
It was a boy he didn't recognize; judging from his robes, he was a senior student from Gryffindor.
Morris didn't pay much attention.
He was under the effect of the Disillusionment Charm, so the other party couldn't see him and could simply step aside.
However, at that moment, hurried footsteps and a cat's meow came from the stairs.
It was probably Filch and his cat.
The Gryffindor student had obviously heard this, and he took a stone out of his pocket and gently held it in his palm.
The next second, he vanished from the spot.
Ah, I knew it.
Morris nodded slightly upon seeing this, showing no surprise.
The Gryffindor student was using the Shadow Concealment Stone he was selling.
In the past few days, during his nighttime walks, he has spotted quite a few students hiding in the shadows.
It looks like it's selling very well.
Morris stared at the spot where the Gryffindor student had disappeared, a slight smile playing on his lips.
I made another profit.
I wonder how many Shadow Concealment Stone Fred and George helped him sell.
The next morning, as soon as Morris entered the Great Hall, he saw Fred and George standing by the Gryffindor table, winking at him.
He walked over and sat down opposite the two of them.
Most of the Gryffindor students knew that Morris was a friend of the twins and were not surprised by him.
"How's it going?" Morris asked. "How are the Shadow Concealment Stone sales?"
Fred looked around to make sure no one was watching, then took a bulging money bag from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Morris.
"Ninety-eight Galleon," he said, his tone brimming with undisguised pride. "The first batch of stones is completely sold out; we only took two and a half days."
Morris raised an eyebrow.
It was better than he had expected.
"However," Fred lowered his voice, "If more and more people buy it, I suspect the professors might discover something. With so many people using this stone, someone will eventually slip up."
"Is there any trouble?" Morris asked.
Fred grinned.
"No," he said casually, "We haven't broken any rules, we're just selling some trinkets."
George was somewhat worried, "But it's possible the school will later classify the Shadow Concealment Stone as a prohibited item. If that happens, sales will likely be affected."
"Then let's sell as much as possible now," Morris said nonchalantly.
Fred and George exchanged a glance.
"Sell as much as possible?" George confirmed.
"Yes." Morris nodded. "Sell as many as you can before the professors realize what's happening."
Fred chuckled and said, "The rate of nighttime violations at Hogwarts is likely to rise dramatically."
George added, "Just imagine, every student who goes out at night has a Shadow Concealment Stone. Ah, Filch is probably going to go crazy."
Morris's lips curled into a slight smile.
That scene was indeed quite interesting.
Unless you're a wizard of Dumbledore's caliber, you simply can't find someone hiding in the shadows.
Would Dumbledore spend his days patrolling the corridors catching students who stay out all night?
Obviously not.
After breakfast, Morris wanted to see Dumbledore to discuss the Ship in a Bottle. However, he didn't know the password to the Headmaster's Office, so he had to go find someone else first.
"Knock knock."
He knocked on Professor McGonagall's office door.
"Please come in."
Pushing open the door, I saw Professor McGonagall sitting behind her desk, leisurely reading a book.
She looked up and saw it was Morris; a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
" Mr. Black? Is there something you need?"
As Morris approached, he discovered that Professor McGonagall was reading a Quidditch magazine with a fast-moving Golden Snitch on the cover.
It seems he disturbed the other person's precious rest time.
Morris immediately explained his purpose, " Professor McGonagall, I've built a small wooden boat. Could we temporarily moor it on Black Lake?"
Professor McGonagall was taken aback. "What did you create?"
Morris replied, "The ship."
Professor McGonagall stared at him for several seconds, as if to confirm whether he was joking.
"How did you come up with the idea of building a ship?" she asked, puzzled.
"I'm somewhat interested, so I'll give it a try." Morris answered frankly, "Don't worry, Professor, it's nothing dangerous. The ship is mobile and unarmed."
Professor McGonagall still couldn't understand.
"Alright, I agree," she said. " Hogwarts has always supported the creativity of its students. As long as you can guarantee safety, I agree to let you moor the ship in the Black Lake."
Morris nodded. "Thank you, Professor."
"However," Professor McGonagall raised her hand, "I want to see your ship with my own eyes. Three o'clock this afternoon, by Black Lake, is that alright?"
"Can."
Morris breathed a sigh of relief.
That should solve the problem.
In fact, he had already secretly brought the fully charged Ship in a Bottle back a few days ago, but it had been hiding in the sky ever since.
Now that he has the permit, he can openly display it.
3 PM, Black Lake.
Professor McGonagall gazed at the giant Ship in a Bottle on the lake and fell into a long silence.
After a long silence, she finally said to Morris beside her, "This is the small wooden boat you were talking about?"
"Yes, yes," Morris said matter-of-factly. "By Muggle classification, this ship is small to medium-sized. It probably looks bigger because I put it in a bottle... Well, that's not important."
Professor McGonagall remained silent for a while.
" Black," she said slowly, "Did you really create this?"
Morris nodded. "Yes."
Professor McGonagall's expression was complicated. "That... is truly astonishing."
To be honest, this has reached the point of being "frightening".
Who would have thought that the "small wooden boat" they were talking about would be such a big thing?
"Then I'll leave the boat here," Morris said cheerfully. "I'll take it away during the holidays. Don't worry, this boat can fly."
"Alright," Professor McGonagall sighed, "As long as the headmaster agrees. But speaking of which, Black, how did you manage to build such a ship right under our noses?"
Morris simply smiled and said, "It's a secret."
Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly.
never mind.
After all, she had already seen Bone Dragon before.