"So what's the point?" Fred circled the grave. "Is it meant to drag someone in and suffocate them?"
"Good idea."
Morris clapped his hands, seemingly lost in thought. "I'll consider adding this feature later."
"Uh, just don't use me as an experiment." Fred paused for a moment, "So it's just a regular grave?"
Morris didn't answer, but snapped his fingers lightly.
Modern Portable Grave are actually just containers.
What's important is what's inside.
The crisp sound echoed in the living room.
The grave began to shake, and the mound of earth rose high, as if something was crawling out from inside.
Fred and George instinctively took a step back.
The mound of earth has cracked.
A skeletal hand emerged from the grave, followed by a head, an arm, a shoulder, and the entire body...
A few seconds later, a skeleton more than two meters tall stood upright in the center of the living room.
This skeleton is completely different from the ones Morris made before.
It was entirely black, with a massive frame and crimson light flickering in its eye sockets; just standing there, it exuded an overwhelming aura.
What's even more alarming is its equipment.
A set of dark red plate armor covered its entire body, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.
Although the cloak was tattered, one could vaguely see flowing black patterns on it, clearly indicating that some kind of magic was being used.
Its weapons are the most outrageous thing.
It was a greatsword almost as tall as Morris, with a blade so broad it could be used as a shield, and a fist-sized gray gem embedded in the center.
Fred stared blankly, muttering, "What a big guy."
"Let me introduce myself."
Morris walked up to the skeleton and opened his arms to the two of them. "This is my new skeleton, its name is..."
" Champion!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the Champion swung his greatsword sharply, intending to change his stance.
"Call one"
With a whooshing sound, the greatsword, accompanied by a gust of wind, hurtled straight towards Fred and George's faces.
The two of them instantly got goosebumps and staggered backward.
They stared intently at the giant sword, fearing it might strike them down at any moment.
"As you can see," Morris said slowly, "If you were hit head-on, you'd probably suffer quite a bit of injury."
Fred swallowed hard.
Injuried?
Shouldn't it have been smashed to pieces?
That's no joke.
Morris, seeing their terrified expressions, was quite pleased. "Alright, enough of the jokes. The Champion won't hurt you."
The Champion lowered his head slightly, a red glint flashing in his eyes.
He casually tossed the greatsword back into the grave, and the massive weapon disappeared into the mound of earth without a trace.
Then it started walking towards Fred and George.
The two instinctively tried to back away, but the Champion was much faster than them, and in a few steps he was behind them.
"What is it going to do!?" Fred shouted frantically at Morris.
Morris didn't stop the Champion; he just waved his hand and said, "Don't worry."
The Champion stretched out his arms and put them on the shoulders of the twins, one on each side, his movements as practiced as if they were old friends.
Fred felt like he was about to turn to stone.
Morris explained, "This is how the Champion expresses affection. It's more like a dog than a person; you can pat its head."
In fact, Champion belong neither to humans nor animals.
It is the product of Morris breaking and reassembling the bones of more than a dozen powerful Magical Creatures.
He originally intended to create a powerful, permanent skeleton entity using magic such as Skeleton Summoning and rune technology to serve as his protector.
Then, on a whim, he mixed in the Philosopher's Stone energy crystal he had left over from his first year.
The result seems to have produced some kind of anomaly.
However, the results were simply outrageously good.
Even he himself can't assess the Champion's strength now.
But there was one thing he had tested: the Champion could suppress the Bone Dragon with sheer strength.
It's absolutely terrifying.
All I can say is that, as a guard, the Champion is absolutely qualified.
A mage accompanied by a warrior is a basic requirement.
Fred, still being held in the arm, finally couldn't help but ask, "Um... why won't it let go of us?"
Morris glanced at the Champion, then at the twins' tearful expressions, and calmly said, "It likes you."
"We like him too!" George quickly said.
Seeing this, Morris ordered, "Go back, Champion."
The Champion immediately released his arms, took a step back, bowed slightly to the twins, turned and walked towards the grave, then crawled inside.
The grave quickly turned back into black stone.
Morris waved his wand, and the stone flew back into his hand.
The living room returned to calm.
The twins both breathed a sigh of relief.
" Merlin's skeleton!" Fred stretched his stiff shoulders. "It's incredibly strong."
"Isn't it interesting?" Morris put the stone back in the bag. "If I ever have to go to dangerous places, I'll take the Champion with me. It should protect me from a lot of danger."
George said seriously, " The Champion is the greatest danger."
Fred chimed in, "I agree."
For the rest of the time, the three of them sat around the sofa, each doing their own thing.
George seemed to have a grudge against Morris's hotpot; even with his face flushed red from the spiciness, he didn't stop stuffing food into his mouth.
Morris, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you working so hard?"
George's mouth was stuffed with meat, and he made a few muffled "oohs," which were completely unintelligible.
Fred laughed for a while, "We just made a bet that if George can finish a plate, I'll do one thing for him unconditionally."
"I give up." George suddenly put down his chopsticks and announced his surrender. " Morris, I really don't know how you managed to eat that."
"Tsk tsk." Morris shook his head. "This is a delicacy."
Just then, Fred suddenly remembered something and turned to Morris, "Oh, right, Morris, we were planning to give the Marauder's Map to Harry."
"Oh?" Morris asked casually, "Why?"
"We don't need it anymore," George chimed in, "So we're planning to give it to someone else. Harry might need it. But we remember you mentioned a while ago that you wanted to study that map."
Morris waved his hand. "Forget it, it's not that important."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a black figure flew in through the window.
It's Yanhua.
It tossed a letter in front of Morris, then turned and quickly disappeared out the window.
Fred said, "Your owl is really busy."
"It has been a bit lately."
Morris casually agreed and picked up the envelope to open it.
The letter paper was thin, with only a few lines of text.
[ Mr. Black, I can take this job. Wait for my good news and I'll contact you afterwards.]
It was sent by Mundungus Fletcher Fletcher.
Morris raised an eyebrow.
It seems that Nurmengard's position has been secured.