Ten minutes later.
Grindelwald stared at the scene before him, unsure how to react.
Morris was squatting on the floor in the center of the cell, holding a wand and casting a spell on a strange object.
It was a large cauldron, placed over a magical flame, with the liquid inside bubbling away.
Next to the pot were several plates filled with various cut meats and vegetables.
"Almost done," Morris said with a smile, casually waving his wand. "Have some of this first."
A tin Guantou floated down in front of Grindelwald.
He instinctively caught it; it was heavy, and it had some words and patterns he didn't recognize printed on it.
It's some kind of beverage.
"What's wrong with you...?"
Seeing him standing there blankly, Morris muttered, "An old man, huh?"
He stepped forward and opened the Guantou for the other person. "Have a drink. This is a Muggle drink called Coke. I highly recommend it."
Grindelwald watched the bubbles rising from the mouth of the can, then hesitantly took a sip.
The black liquid had a strange sweetness and a stimulating sensation.
Not bad.
Morris returned to the pot and began adding ingredients and seasonings. A rich aroma immediately filled the entire cell.
Grindelwald suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
This scene is truly bizarre.
After busying himself for a while, Morris suddenly looked up and stared at Grindelwald's mouth for a moment.
"Um... Mr. Grindelwald," he began hesitantly, "Would you like me to make you a set of dentures?"
He then realized that the other person had already lost all their teeth.
Grindelwald readily agreed, "Okay."
For the rest of the time, Morris talked to Grindelwald about the Gap World.
He didn't know what Grindelwald's personality was like when he was young.
But the old man in front of me was surprisingly normal.
Through intermittent conversations and his own speculations, Morris gradually confirmed several things about the Gap World.
First of all, apart from the two of them, no living wizard had ever been to the Gap World —at least they had never seen it.
Then, the white mist in the Gap World is probably the energy left behind by the wizard's soul after it passed through.
Then, Grindelwald mentions that there is a hidden entrance to the world of the dead there.
He had seen it with his own eyes when he was young, but had never set foot inside.
Because he knew that once he went in, there would be no chance of coming out again.
Finally, Grindelwald also offered a conjecture.
That is...
" Death is real," he said firmly, taking the last sip of his cola. "Just like the Deathly Hallows are real."
Morris paused slightly in his grip on the chopsticks. "You've seen them before?"
"No," Grindelwald said, "But my Prophecy abilities tell me that he truly exists."
He spoke with great certainty, clearly extremely confident in his Prophecy abilities.
"Alright," Morris replied.
He suddenly became very interested in the "world of the dead" and " Death " that the other person mentioned.
He was determined to find it before he died.
... Uh, maybe you'll only see it after you die?
Just then, the small window on the cell door was suddenly pulled open, revealing a pair of eyes.
Those eyes blinked through the small window in the door, then suddenly widened.
Someone's coming!
And there were absolutely no warning signs!
Morris reflexively used the Bone Summoning Spell, and a white bone mask covered his face.
Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and a man dressed in a heavy robe rushed in.
He held a magic wand in his hand, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
"Who are you!?" the man shouted. "Why are you here!?"
Morris glanced at the hot pot in the pot, then at Grindelwald, who sat calmly in the chair.
The scene became quite awkward.
Grindelwald spoke first, breaking the silence, "Guards come here occasionally, about once a month. Judging by the time, today should be about the same."
You should have told me sooner.
Morris shook his head helplessly. "Well then, goodbye."
After saying that, he activated Fixed-Point Teleportation and vanished from the cell in an instant.
Along with him disappeared all his belongings, including the pot and the empty Coke can.
The cell suddenly fell silent, as if nothing had happened.
The guard stood there, stunned, and rubbed his eyes hard.
What's going on?
Apparition is absolutely prohibited here!
He nervously asked Grindelwald, "Who is that person?"
Grindelwald sighed, closed his eyes, and remained silent.
This was his usual practice.
No matter what you say, it won't change his current situation.
Ship in a Bottle, in the bedroom.
Morris suddenly appeared in the center, his face looking rather grim.
What bad luck.
He hasn't even taken a single bite of his hotpot yet!
never mind.
Morris sighed and stopped thinking about the sad thing.
He walked to the window and looked outside.
The Ship in a Bottle is currently hovering at an altitude of 10,000 meters, maintaining its stealth status.
Although he encountered a guard just now, his face was covered by a mask, so he shouldn't have been exposed.
It's not a big problem.
Go home, go home.
I'll thank Grindelwald again next time I have the chance.
After returning to Britain, Morris resumed his usual routine.
He had originally intended to visit that unscrupulous businessman, Mundungus Fletcher, but upon learning that the man was currently on vacation in a country on the other side of the world, he had to temporarily abandon the idea.
One morning in early January, Morris pushed open the door of Frick's shop.
As soon as he entered, he was stunned by a recitation with great intonation.
Frick stood behind the counter, reciting something with great expression.
It seems to be poetry.
The first sentence is, "Oh, Madam Caroline..."
It's still a love poem.
"Cough cough." Morris coughed forcefully.
Frick stopped abruptly, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.
"Hello, Morris," he said, "I'm busy, what brings you here?"
Morris cut to the chase. "Let's check the sales of the Aura Concealment Gem."
"That one," Frick, resting his hands on the counter, "Only two were sold. Your price was too high."
"But the profits are quite good, aren't they?"
That's true.
After a brief chat, Morris went into Frick's kitchen, very naturally took out the last two slices of bread from the cupboard, and made himself a simple sandwich.
Frick followed him in, looking completely bewildered at his practiced movements.
"That's my breakfast," he said.
"Oh," Morris replied simply, stuffing the sandwich into his mouth.
"You bastard!" Frick glared at him.
Just then, the shop door bell rang.
Frick quickly went outside.
A dozen seconds later, he turned back, his expression turning somewhat flustered.
" Morris," he said in a low voice, "Someone outside is looking for you."
Morris paused in his chewing of the sandwich, and asked indistinctly, "Looking for me? Who is it?"
" Dumbledore."
"Um?