Although he took the Wolfsbane Potion, the aftereffects of Werewolf transformation still lingered.
Lupin became extremely weak.
On the way back to the castle, he even had to hold onto the wall to walk.
" Professor Lupin, what does it feel like to become Werewolf?"
Morris followed behind Lupin, his voice particularly clear in the narrow passageway.
"It's hard to describe," Lupin said after a moment of silence. "It's like another person suddenly moving into your body. A stranger filled with anger, hunger, and a desire to tear everything apart. And all you can do is cower in a corner and watch helplessly as he takes over your body."
"That does sound ominous." Morris stroked his chin. "How many Werewolf are there in the Wizarding World? If I could invent Potions to cure this disease, do you think it would be a bestseller?"
Lupin paused for a moment, then chuckled dryly twice.
"You're thinking too far ahead." He shook his head. "I have to remind you, most Werewolf can't even afford Wolfsbane Potion."
Morris agreed, "The raw materials for Wolfsbane Potion are indeed not cheap."
He had just finished cooking it, so he knew what to expect.
If you were to have a pot of that every month, it would be something that most people couldn't afford.
Morris escorted Lupin to his office, leaving behind several bottles of his homemade energy supplements as compensation for what happened the previous night.
Lupin didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it immediately.
He desperately needs these things.
The next day was Halloween.
Because it was Sunday, the Ravenclaw common room was unusually lively.
The students, who rarely had free time, set up all sorts of festive decorations.
By the afternoon, the common room had completely changed.
Glowing pumpkins, swarms of bats flying around, and floating candles.
Morris also contributed some of his own creative ideas.
As soon as the students entered the lounge, they could see a new grave on the left side against the wall. Whenever someone approached, a skeleton would crawl out of it and make strange gestures.
You know what, it really scared quite a few people.
However, the skeleton is so distinctively his style that almost everyone can recognize it as his masterpiece at a glance.
It lost some of its mystery.
As evening fell, students gradually left the lounge and headed to the Great Hall for the Halloween Eve dinner.
Morris sat at the Ravenclaw table, sensing that something was about to happen.
Based on the experience of the past two years, Halloween at Hogwarts seems to be a crucial juncture in the plot.
I wonder if this tradition will continue this year.
However, the banquet went very smoothly.
Enjoying delicious food and chatting with classmates, the evening passed by in the blink of an eye.
Afterward, Morris leisurely returned to the lounge and continued fiddling with the grave.
He thought he might be able to modify it to make it more practical.
Just then, Professor Flitwick walked in, his expression unusually serious.
The lounge fell silent instantly; everyone put down what they were doing and looked at him.
"Everyone to the Great Hall!" Professor Flitwick shouted at the top of his lungs. "Now! Immediately!"
A student immediately stepped forward and asked, "Professor, what happened?"
Professor Flitwick shook his head. "The headmaster will explain later. Where's the Prefect? Where is the Prefect?"
Morris sighed inwardly.
Ah, Halloween has been non-stop for three consecutive years.
He suddenly realized that Hogwarts was cursed not only by the Dark Magic Defence Class, but also by this very day.
Isn't that too much of a coincidence?
A dozen minutes later, all the students gathered in the Great Hall.
Apart from Gryffindor, the students from the other houses all looked bewildered, having no idea what had happened.
Dumbledore said to everyone, "The professors will be conducting a thorough search of the castle. For your safety, you will likely have to spend the night here."
He didn't explain the specific reason, but simply waved his wand, leaving behind hundreds of purple sleeping bags, and then turned and left the Great Hall.
Morris soon learned what had happened from Harry.
Just now, the portrait of the Fat Lady guarding the Gryffindor Common Room was severely damaged.
According to Peeves' description, the killer has been identified as Sirius Black.
"He came to see me, didn't he?" Harry looked at Morris, his voice trembling slightly.
Morris nodded. "Obviously."
To be honest, the person who managed to sneak into Hogwarts undetected must be incredibly strong.
But it's none of his business.
Of course, if Sirius Black appeared before him, he wouldn't mind ridding the world of this menace.
He would occasionally have a sudden urge to uphold justice.
Harry's face was grim; anyone who knew a murderer was looking for them would find it hard to remain calm.
"Lights out!" Percy, now the president of the boys' council, yelled. "Everyone, get into your sleeping bags and stop talking!"
The Great Hall gradually quieted down as students crawled into their sleeping bags.
Morris, too, gazed at the starry sky on the ceiling and suddenly spoke up, "Take my advice, Harry. You could try using yourself as bait to lure Black out, once and for all."
Harry, who was standing next to him, turned his head.
"That's too dangerous!" Hermione retorted immediately, her tone sharp. "Are you crazy? Send Harry as bait to lure a murderer who killed thirteen people?"
"There are twelve people," Ron corrected in a low voice.
"I think it's a good idea," Harry's voice grew firmer. "If Sirius Black sees me alone in the hallway, he'll definitely try to take advantage of the situation. But I have the professors protecting me; I'll be fine."
Hermione wanted to say something more, but Harry had already climbed out of his sleeping bag and stood up.
"That's settled then." He glanced around, his gaze settling on Professor McGonagall, who was patrolling in the distance. "I'll go find the professor."
Harry left.
Two minutes later, Harry returned and crawled back into his sleeping bag.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked.
" Professor McGonagall disagrees; she thinks the plan is too dangerous." Harry said sullenly, " Morris, what should I do now?"
What else can we do?
Morris rolled over and closed his eyes.
"Now that things have come to this, let's go to sleep."
He can't help with this.
The next morning, Sirius Black still not caught.
The professors' expressions were more serious than yesterday, and there was more whispering among the students.
But studies cannot be neglected; classes continue as usual.
It is worth mentioning that, because Lupin was so weak that he could hardly walk, Snape temporarily took over his Defence Against the Dark Arts class.
Morris thought Snape was so energetic that he was practically a superman.
Hogwarts has a limited number of professors, and the course schedule is very tight.
After Snape took over Lupin's task, his workload doubled.
Morris even suspected that the other person, like Hermione, had used Time-Turner.