Leaving the Hospital Wing, Morris followed Dumbledore through the corridor, up the stairs, and finally stopped in front of the familiar stone beast.
" Cockroach Clusters," Dumbledore said.
The stone beast slowly stepped aside, revealing the spiral staircase behind it.
The two walked up one after the other and entered the Headmaster's Office.
The office was warm and cozy, with a roaring fire in the fireplace. Fawkes stood on his perch, intently preening his feathers.
Morris stepped forward and reached out to pat its head.
Then he got a hard peck.
"Mean."
Morris muttered to himself, then sat down on a chair nearby, as if he were in his own lounge, his posture casual.
Dumbledore's eyes held a hint of a smile. " Fawkes is never in a good mood on rainy days."
"Really?" Morris glanced at the phoenix. "I thought it didn't like me."
"That's true," Dumbledore said slowly. "It certainly doesn't like you because you once pulled its tail."
Morris felt somewhat helpless at that moment.
They really hold grudges.
Speaking of which, those few phoenix tail feathers are still in his box.
He hasn't found a suitable use for it yet.
Make a wand core? He doesn't make wands.
Making some kind of magical item? I haven't decided what to make yet.
Let's just leave it there; phoenix tail feathers don't expire anyway.
Dumbledore chuckled softly, walked around behind the table, sat down, clasped his hands together, and looked serious.
"Alright, let's get down to business."
Morris sat up straighter and waited for him to continue.
"What do you know about Grindelwald?" Dumbledore asked.
Morris thought for a moment and answered truthfully, "I'm not quite sure; I've only read some descriptions of the other person in books."
He counted on his fingers, " Gellert Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord, the one who came before Voldemort by several decades."
"He once had many followers, then you defeated him in 1945 and imprisoned him in Nurmengard Prison. He is said to still be alive."
"Well, that's all. There's very little information about him in the books; I can't even find any gossip about him."
Dumbledore calm and asked again, "You really don't know Grindelwald at all, do you?"
"Of course," Morris shrugged, "Isn't he locked up? How could I possibly know him?"
Dumbledore confirmed again, "So you've never communicated with him in any way either?"
Morris paused, looking at Dumbledore, "If it weren't for that portrait, I wouldn't even know what he looked like."
To be honest, he thought Dumbledore too cautious.
There was absolutely no need to repeatedly confirm whether he had been in contact with Grindelwald.
"Then there's no problem." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and said slowly, "Never let your guard down with someone like Grindelwald, even after decades."
"Is Grindelwald a powerful wizard?" Morris asked.
Dumbledore.
"Very strong," he said, "But his strength lies not in his magic, but in his ability to bewitch people."
Bewitching people?
What kind of abstract skill is this?
"In short, he's a dangerous man," Dumbledore said, his tone carrying a hint of warning.
But Morris was not intimidated.
He leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. "I'd really like to have a word with Grindelwald."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"I have some questions for him." Morris paused, then added, "About magical research."
He had wanted to ask the other person about the Gap World for a long time, after all, he had found a photo of the other person when they were young in that desolate place.
He had a feeling that Grindelwald knew something.
For example, the unknown secrets hidden in the Gap World.
Dumbledore did not ask any further questions.
"Give up on that idea, Morris," he said, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "That prison doesn't allow anyone in."
"Oh, okay," Morris agreed verbally.
It seems he has no way of getting the prison's exact address from the other party.
However, he still intends to go to Nurmengard.
Perhaps he could ask someone else for directions to that place.
Having spent so much time in Knockturn Alley, he knew quite a few informants; those people could get any kind of information as long as they paid.
For example, Mundungus Fletcher Fletcher obtained his wooden boat designs from this other party.
Morris remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he began to make plans.
Dumbledore looked at him, a glint of something unreadable in his eyes. "What are you thinking about?"
"Today's dinner," Morris said, "Also includes ways to please Fawkes."
That's clearly not the truth.
Dumbledore rubbed his temples.
He certainly knew Morris Black's character and knew he wouldn't give up the search for Grindelwald so easily.
What should we do?
If it were an ordinary criminal, he might be able to show them around, and the conversation would still be within a controllable range.
But Grindelwald is different.
He's too dangerous, Dumbledore wouldn't dare take the risk.
After leaving the Headmaster's Office, Morris became even more curious about Grindelwald.
According to Dumbledore's description, this man is much more interesting than Voldemort.
He walked and thought, and before he knew it, he was back at the Hospital Wing.
Harry Potter was awake and sitting on his bed, holding a cup of hot chocolate. Hermione and Ron sat on either side of him.
"How's the situation?" Morris asked as soon as he entered the room.
Hermione looked up, relieved. " Madam Pomfrey just left. She said Harry is alright and can go back this weekend."
Harry himself looked somewhat weak.
He nodded to Morris and gave him a grateful smile.
"I heard you single-handedly drove away all the Dementor?" he asked.
"Yes," Morris said calmly, "I happen to know magic that counters theirs."
" The Patronus Charm," Harry said. " Hermione told me about it, isn't that the name?"
"That's right." Morris nodded.
At this moment, Harry seemed to want to say something, but hesitated and did not speak.
Morris saw right through him. "You want me to teach you the Patronus Charm?"
"Um," Harry said a little embarrassedly, "I can't faint every time I see Dementor. Can you teach me?"
Morris stroked his chin.
"I don't mind," he said, "But I'm not good at teaching."
He naturally had no reason to refuse his friend's request.
Moreover, he also wanted to see what the Patronus of ordinary people looked like.
Harry's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "It's alright."
He was already overjoyed that the other party was willing to teach him.
"How about we start once you're discharged?" Morris said, "I'm only free on weekends."
Thank you, Morris.
Harry immediately relaxed, and his mood improved considerably.
Until Hermione emptied dozens of broom fragments from his bag—just as he fell from the sky—his Nimbus 2000...
It lost control and crashed into the Whomping Willow.
The sky has fallen.
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