Dumbledore actually came to see him in person?
Morris was somewhat surprised.
Perhaps it's because of Grindelwald?
After all, he had just brought up this topic with the other party not long ago, so there was naturally suspicion involved.
Of course, other possibilities cannot be ruled out.
After all, he's just a student, so even if there's suspicion, it's not very strong.
Frick looked Morris up and down, his voice trembling, "What is Dumbledore doing here?"
He seemed somewhat apprehensive about the principal's arrival.
"Perhaps it's to support your business?"
Morris finished the last bite of his sandwich and patted the crumbs off his hands.
Frick's eyes widened.
"That's impossible!" he said. "He specifically asked for you, Morris Black."
Morris nodded and walked towards the kitchen door. "I'll be right out, Frick. Make yourself at home."
Frick paused for a second, then exclaimed, "This is my shop! And you'll need to go buy some ingredients for me later!"
It seems he's still bothered by the bread incident.
"Okay," Morris shrugged, "Want some dried Grindylow fingers?"
No wizard would eat that stuff!
Morris smiled, said nothing more, and walked straight out the door.
Dumbledore stood quietly in front of the shop counter.
He wore a dark purple patterned robe, and a black pointed soft hat was draped behind his head, revealing his graying sideburns.
Her fashion sense remains questionable.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around.
"Good morning, Morris," he said gently. "I knew you'd be here."
Morris said casually, "You guessed right. But I'm new here too, what a coincidence."
"Is that so?" Dumbledore took a few steps forward.
"So, Professor, what brings you here?" Morris glanced at the doorway. "Oh, we have a guest."
Two old witches walked into the shop.
Upon seeing Dumbledore, they immediately froze, turned around, and slowly moved backward, trying to retreat without making a sound.
Then Dumbledore around and smiled at them.
The two old witches turned and ran away, tumbling and crawling.
Morris felt they didn't need to be so nervous.
Seeing Dumbledore showed a hint of helplessness. "I didn't mean to sabotage the business here. I hope Frick won't mind."
He probably wouldn't dare to mind.
As Morris spoke, he glanced back at the room inside; Frick did not follow him out.
Dumbledore and said nothing more.
Morris waited a few seconds, and seeing that the other party showed no intention of continuing, asked again, "What brings you here to see me?"
Dumbledore gazed at him calmly and spoke softly, "Are you aware of what's been happening in Nurmengard lately?"
"The prison where Grindelwald is held?" Morris asked knowingly. "What happened?"
"Someone has trespassed there."
"Really?" Morris raised an eyebrow. "That's really bad."
"It was really bad. That person broke through Nurmengard's Apparition barrier. The guards didn't even see his face before he vanished like a ghost. When they reported this to me, they didn't even name anyone as a suspect."
Dumbledore sighed and asked directly, "Tell me, Morris, was that you? Or rather, did you have anything to do with him?"
really.
Morris stroked his chin.
Obviously, his best option now is to deny it completely, dodge the question, and let the matter slide.
No evidence was left at the scene, and Grindelwald probably didn't say anything.
As long as he denies it, no one can do anything to him without solid evidence.
But... he didn't want to.
Dumbledore was clearly extremely wary of Grindelwald, even though the man was a toothless, elderly man.
This is very abnormal.
Morris had a vague feeling that the relationship between the two was more than just simple enmity.
Thinking of this, he suddenly wanted to see Dumbledore's reaction.
What would your expression be if you knew he was the one who broke into Nurmengard?
There was no particular reason—it was purely out of curiosity.
So he readily admitted, "Yes, it was indeed me who went to Nurmengard."
Dumbledore somewhat surprised. "Really?"
"I'll go find him and have a chat," Morris said casually.
"Chatting?" Dumbledore's expression turned serious. "I consider this a very serious matter."
Morris didn't think it was that serious.
He leaned casually against the wall and said, "So what? As the headmaster of Hogwarts, are you going to punish me? Or throw me in jail too?"
Dumbledore remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "You really have... given me a difficult problem."
"I'm just following my heart," Morris said.
Dumbledore rubbed his temples.
To be honest, all of Morris's actions were unexpected.
He didn't know what to do for the time being.
He looked up at the young man leaning against the wall and asked, "Can you tell me what you talked about?"
"No problem," Morris said readily. "I'm researching a certain subject. By chance, I discovered that Grindelwald had some achievements in that area when he was young. So I'm going to ask him."
"The topic? What exactly is it?" Dumbledore strange expression.
You know what, this really does sound like something a student council member would do.
Morris nodded.
"I don't know if you've heard of it," he said, "But Grindelwald calls it the Realm Between Life and Death."
Dumbledore stunned, his expression becoming somewhat complicated.
"Do you know that place?" Morris asked.
"Yes," Dumbledore, raising his head slightly, his voice soft, "We studied it together, but we failed."
Failed?
Morris was surprised.
But Grindelwald had clearly entered that place successfully, so he didn't believe the other party was lying.
There must be something hidden behind this.
Wait, Dumbledore just mentioned that they "had studied together"!
In other words, these two people might have been friends or business partners before?
As he pondered, Dumbledore's expression gradually softened. "Any insights?"
Morris thought for a moment, then carefully replied, "A little, but not much."
"That's good," Dumbledore after a moment's thought. "I hope you won't go to Nurmengard again. This incident has given me a wake-up call; perhaps I should strengthen security there."
Morris didn't seem to care.
Anyway, he won't be going there again for the time being.
However, it's quite strange that a prison would strengthen its security not to prevent prisoners from escaping, but to prevent outsiders from entering.