The Patronus Charm is a profound form of magic, typically requiring exceptional talent to master.
However, Harry Potter's talent is clearly not a concern.
After all, he's the main character.
Which protagonist doesn't have something special about them?
After Morris taught him the spell, Harry successfully summoned a silvery mist on his first attempt.
It's only one step away from being a complete Patronus.
Morris believed that with more practice or a certain opportunity, Harry's Patronus would be fully formed.
As for how long he needed to practice, he wasn't quite sure.
After all, his Patronus was formed in one go, so he didn't have any similar troubles at all.
Ah, talent.
In the end, Morris could only suggest that Harry ask other people, such as Dumbledore or Lupin.
In addition, Fred and George also began to try to learn the Patronus Charm.
They had been very interested in it ever since they saw Morris's amazing performance on the Quidditch Pitch that day.
They believed this magic was necessary until the Dementor were completely eliminated from the school.
Soon, more than half a month had passed.
Saturday morning at the end of November.
The temperature was very low, and fine snowflakes had been falling continuously since morning.
This kind of weather is perfect for doing absolutely nothing.
In the living room of the Ship in a Bottle, Morris was comfortably lounging on the sofa, engrossed in a book.
On the table in front of him sat a large pot, bubbling and gurgling, filled with a bright red liquid.
Oh, don't get me wrong, this isn't about brewing Potions.
The pot was filled with all sorts of ingredients.
It mainly consists of mutton and beef, as well as some vegetables.
How can you not have hot pot in the dead of winter?
It's even spicy!
He had to visit many Muggle shopping malls to buy all the seasonings he needed.
At this moment, Morris even had the illusion of returning to his past life—if it weren't for the magic book in his hand.
He turned a page of the book, casually picked up a piece of mutton with his chopsticks, and put it in his mouth.
Feels so good~
Just then, a flash of silver light appeared at the window.
Morris looked up, and two silver birds fluttered in, landed on the table, and tilted their heads to look at him.
It is Patronus.
He also identified the specific variety.
One of them was a magpie, and the other was also a magpie.
"Um?"
Morris raised an eyebrow, guessing what was going on.
Sure enough, the next second, a familiar voice came from the magpie on the left. " Morris, how are you?"
Without a doubt, it was Fred or George whose voices were extremely similar.
Morris did not respond.
The Patronus can only relay messages; they cannot interact with the guardians.
He watched the two magpies quietly, waiting for them to finish what they wanted to say.
"Gah!"
Two magpies cried out simultaneously and abruptly disappeared into the air, leaving only specks of silver light.
"?"
Morris was somewhat confused.
What's going on?
He muttered something to himself and continued cooking the meat in the hot pot.
A moment later, footsteps were heard, and the twins appeared at the entrance.
" Morris," Fred greeted, "Have you seen our Patronus?"
"Of course." Morris nodded, slowly swallowing the mutton in his mouth. "Didn't you just send me a message?"
"Real?"
Fred walked over and sat down on the sofa, looking very excited. "We heard that the Patronus could be used to transmit messages, so we wanted to try it out. Aha, we didn't expect it to actually work!"
George smiled as well. "That way we might save some money on buying an owl... Hey, what are you eating?"
"Want some?" Morris asked casually. "It tastes pretty good."
He waved his wand, and two sets of cutlery appeared out of thin air, landing in front of the twins.
Unfortunately, the extremely spicy food was clearly not to the liking of the two Britain.
The two of them only ate a few slices of beef, and their faces turned bright red, and their lips became somewhat swollen.
Fred gulped down his water.
"You put in too much chili!" he mumbled.
"Maybe, but I like it very much."
Morris chuckled, put down his chopsticks, and looked at the other man's disheveled appearance with interest. "Speaking of which, could I see your Patronus again?"
"No problem."
Fred immediately pulled out his wand and chanted, " Expecto Patronum!"
George also made a move at the same time.
The two even moved their wands in exactly the same way.
Two silver magpies immediately appeared on the table, still tilting their heads and staring at Morris.
Morris moved closer to observe carefully.
He reached out and gently touched the wing of one of the magpies; silvery light rippled from his fingertip.
Its aura and the energy it contained were no different from those of his Patronus.
"Then," Morris withdrew his hand and asked the two, "Can you summon more Patronus? Like I can."
The twins exchanged a glance.
Fred scratched his head. "That's exactly the problem."
George chimed in, "No matter what we do, we can't summon a second Patronus. Morris, how did you manage that?"
Ah, I knew it.
This is the Patronus Charm for normal people.
He is special.
Morris shrugged. "To be honest, I don't know either, but I just can do it."
Fred sighed. "As expected of you."
He now felt that no matter what unbelievable things happened to Morris, it wasn't worth making a fuss about.
George nodded vigorously in agreement.
Morris smiled slightly, stood up amidst the two men's puzzled gazes, and walked to a shelf in the corner of the room to rummage through it.
"What are you doing?" Fred asked, craning his neck curiously.
"A little gadget," Morris said, "I made it a while ago and wanted to show you... Oh, here it is."
He returned to the two men and threw a small, dusty cloth bag onto the table. It looked unremarkable.
Fred and George exchanged a glance, then looked down at each other.
It looks like an ordinary bag.
What's inside?
Morris smiled mysteriously and said, "I call it the Portable Grave."
"Oh, I see!" Fred exclaimed, suddenly realizing, "It's similar to our Portable Swamp, isn't it?"
He paused, his expression turning puzzled. "But why a grave?"
"You'll find out soon enough." Morris opened the bag, revealing its contents—a black stone.
Without hesitation, he grabbed a stone and threw it into the open space beside him.
The moment the stone hit the ground, a low mound appeared out of thin air, with a tombstone standing on it.
Fred and George immediately ran over to see what was happening.
"Made by the great Morris Black, in tribute to him."
George read the inscription on the tombstone, his expression becoming quite subtle.