After Dumbledore left, Frick cautiously peeked out from the kitchen.
He looked around to make sure the figure had completely disappeared before he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out from behind the door.
Looking at him like this, Morris couldn't help but ask, "Are you that afraid of Dumbledore? What did he do to you?"
Frick's expression was complicated. "He almost killed me."
"Ah?"
Morris was extremely surprised and quickly asked, "Tell me more details?"
Frick took a deep breath and said, "He wanted me to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor a couple of years ago. You know that position; nobody who goes there ends up well."
"I see."
Morris shook his head with some regret.
He thought there would be an even more exciting development.
It's pointless.
"What's with that look?" Frick keenly caught the fleeting look of disappointment on Morris's face and asked incredulously, "You think this isn't serious enough?"
"It is quite serious," Morris nodded perfunctorily.
"Let me tell you," Frick said, "I was Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts more than a decade ago. This is the second time Dumbledore has come to me asking for this. After the first experience, how could I possibly agree?"
Morris became interested. "You're still alive and well, aren't you?"
"Oh, that's because I was seriously injured in my first class and had to retire. By the way, the person who replaced me also spent half a year in the hospital; he was in much worse shape than me. Haha, I'm so lucky."
Morris didn't know what to say.
Voldemort's curse really worked.
Was Frick lucky or unlucky?
Just then, the door creaked open.
"Welcome!" Frick exclaimed reflexively, his face instantly switching to a standard business smile.
Morris looked toward the doorway, following the sound.
Three red-haired figures cautiously entered.
It's the Weasley Twins, and Arthur Weasley too.
This place is really lively today.
As soon as Fred and George entered, their eyes immediately locked onto Morris, and they exclaimed in unison, "You were here, Morris!"
Seeing this, Frick turned to look at Morris, "Someone you know?"
"Yes, friend, he's probably here to see me," Morris said.
Frick immediately looked disheartened and waved his hand.
"Then you can entertain them yourself. Call me when you have more guests," he said. "I'm going to the back to organize the inventory."
He disappeared behind the warehouse door, entrusting the shop to Morris with complete peace of mind.
"We searched for a long time using the address you gave us," George said happily. "We even ran into a few ill-intentioned guys along the way, but Dad chased them away. Oh, he's so handsome!"
Arthur Weasley emerged from behind the twins, looked around somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Good morning, Morris."
You said you lived here, I didn't expect it to be true.
"That was the case last year," Morris nodded, "But I've moved out since then, though the owner here is still my partner."
"A partner?" Arthur glanced at a skeleton in the corner. "What does this shop sell?"
"As you can see, there are things that are legal and compliant, and things that are not so legal and compliant," Morris said.
Arthur paused, then smiled. "I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said."
Fred followed Arthur's gaze to the skeleton in the corner and said, "You really do have a thing for bones, Morris."
George, however, asked curiously, "How's business here?"
"You'll have to ask the boss," Morris said. "But I think it's pretty good."
Fred and George exchanged a glance.
"Interesting," Fred said, looking somewhat excited. "We can check out this place; if it's suitable, opening a shop in Knockturn Alley wouldn't be a bad idea."
"Well, I advise you not to," Morris said.
Although he had never run a store before, he still understood the importance of location.
He was certain that if the twins opened their Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes here, it would only be a prime location for rent.
The wizards here have no interest in harmless prank items.
Arthur smacked Fred on the head. "Don't even think about it, you two."
Fred cried out in pain and shrank his neck.
"I was just joking, Dad. Of course I know Knockturn Alley is dangerous."
George chuckled to himself.
He was pleased to see Fred get his comeuppance.
Arthur turned to Morris, his expression turning serious. " Morris, since you're active in this area, I have some news for you. I've heard there have been Werewolf appearing around here recently, and they're targeting wizards, especially young people and children, with a premeditated plan. Be careful."
Werewolf?
In the Knockturn Alley?
"Where did you hear that from?" Morris asked.
"The news from the department," Arthur said in a low voice, "Is unusual in Knockturn Alley, so it hasn't spread. It's probably because the Auror ' patrols have been lax lately, giving the Werewolf an opportunity. So far, there have been three attacks; although no one has died, the injuries are all serious, and two are still in St. Mungo's's."
Morris wasn't too worried.
He had observed Lupin and knew that ordinary Werewolf posed no threat to him.
Hearing this, Fred leaned closer and asked, disgruntled, "Dad, why didn't you tell us about this?"
"You don't live here anyway." Arthur's expression remained serious. "I'm warning you, don't you dare sneak here without my knowledge."
Fred curled his lip.
George interjected, "Don't the Auror care about Werewolf?"
"Most Auror have their own missions," Arthur explained. "Capturing Sirius Black is far more important than dealing with Werewolf."
Morris nodded. "I'll be careful, Mr. Weasley. Thank you for the reminder."
Arthur smiled at him.
After chatting for another ten minutes or so, the twins and Arthur left; they were going to Diagon Alley to buy some things.
Morris sat down in a chair against the wall, preparing to begin his Meditation.
Just then, the warehouse door was suddenly pushed open, and Frick stormed out, cursing and swearing.
" Morris!" he shouted, "My warehouse has been robbed again!"
Morris opened his eyes and said slowly, "This should be the second time, right? I remember you lost a skeleton back then."
Frick scratched his head in frustration and spun around twice.
"I've already increased security!" he said angrily. "I even installed three magic locks! Why?"
Morris had previously helped Frick with the tests.
Without the Shadow Concealment, even he wouldn't have been able to enter that warehouse.
Clearly, the thief's magical abilities were extremely high.
But... why would someone so skilled become a thief?
Morris stroked his chin and speculated, "Could it be someone we know who committed the crime?"