Through Magic Power Link, Morris successfully summoned five and a half grunt skeletons using the magic within the Guantou.
When he summoned the sixth one, he could clearly sense that the magical power being transmitted was decreasing.
He stopped immediately and asked the Guantou beside him, "How are you feeling?"
"Meow-
The Guantou let out a weak cry, meaning it was very tired and felt completely drained.
"Thanks a lot."
Morris patted the Guantou's head. "Go and rest."
The Guantou sidled up to him, its form contorted, a flash of black light appeared, and it entered the containment magic circle.
It's not bad.
Morris smiled slightly.
In the test just now, he used more than half of the Guantou's magic.
This is not the limit.
If he wanted, he could even completely suck the Guantou.
However, if too much magic is extracted at once, even though the Guantou creature is an undead, it will be difficult for its body and mind to withstand it.
Just like him, if he were to unleash all his magic power in one go, he would also experience a headache, and in severe cases, it could even lead to unconsciousness.
Morris waved his robe, and the next second, the Skeleton Dog appeared in front of him.
More experiments are needed.
Let's do it one at a time.
Two hours later.
Aside from the Yanhua that delivered the message and the Champion who guarded the Ship in a Bottle, Morris and all the remaining undead creatures had established Magic Power Link.
The process went very smoothly, without any unexpected incidents.
This means that as long as he has undead creatures with him, he no longer needs to worry about mana consumption.
Unless it involves a continuous battle that lasts 24 hours a day.
Morris was quite satisfied with the result.
Moreover, as the number of undead creatures increases, his mana reserves will become more abundant.
The more magic you have, the better.
Better safe than sorry.
It seems that his previously established elite path needs a slight adjustment.
So, where do we get a large number of high-quality undead creatures?
If you rely entirely on yourself to convert the content, finding suitable materials will be a major problem.
Are we going to try our luck in the Forbidden Forest again?
Frankly, that was incredibly inefficient.
Even if you obtain enough materials, you'll still need a large amount of energy crystals for subsequent advancement.
He would rather concentrate on researching new magic than use that time.
He still has so many ideas in his mind waiting to be realized.
February is approaching, and overcast and cloudy days will gradually take over the main theme. The air will often be damp and chilly, as if you are wrapped in a half-dry rag.
But Morris's Ship in a Bottle remains warm and cozy.
Recently, he further improved the ship's temperature and humidity control system.
The living room can now be changed at any time according to his will.
Dry it if you want, moist it if you want.
If he wanted, he could even take a sauna inside.
At this moment, all four Explorers were in the living room.
Neville was frowning as he stared at his Potions Class, while two Weasley fiddled with a tube that shot out colored smoke—probably their new invention.
Morris was humming a song as he wiped the Skeleton Unicorn's body.
While the Bone Dragon was indeed magnificent, he would occasionally venture out on a dark and stormy night riding his Unicorn.
Both have their own unique appeal.
Although they gathered together, today was not actually the Explorers ' assembly day.
Fred and George were trying to avoid Wood —because Wood was going crazy with extra practice for the Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw Quidditch Match next week, and they were so exhausted that they wanted to lay low.
Incidentally, Slytherin Slytherin Ravenclaw a recent match, which was quite a pity.
As for Neville, he met the twins on his way to the library and they pulled him along; there was no particular reason.
At this moment, everyone was doing their own thing, chatting casually.
The atmosphere isn't bad.
At least Morris liked it.
"How's the improvement to your Portable Swamp going?"
Morris asked casually, then stored the gleaming Skeleton Unicorn into his portable magic circle.
Fred and George looked up at the same time.
"Are you really that excited about our invention?" Fred asked, surprised.
"Thanks to your suggestion," George replied immediately, " Dungbomb in is a brilliant idea! It more than doubles the power of the Dungbomb. Do you want to try it?"
As he spoke, he took a small bag out of his pocket.
Fred was shocked. "You actually carried this thing with you!"
Clearly, its power should not be underestimated.
Morris said with a grin, "If you dare open it, I'll throw you out to feed the Merpeople."
George gave an awkward smile and silently withdrew his hand.
You're the boss, so you make the decisions.
At that moment, the Undead Cat Guantou suddenly walked out from the inner corridor, jumped onto the sofa next to Neville, lay down, and closed its eyes.
Neville glanced at it, then continued doing his homework.
Two seconds later, he looked up again and stared at the Guantou for a while.
"Is your cat sleeping?" he asked, turning to Morris with a puzzled look.
Morris looked at the Guantou and shook his head slightly.
"No," he said, "I'm Meditation."
That's right, Meditation.
Some time ago, Guantou also learned Meditation under his guidance.
As it turns out, this is not a skill exclusive to humans.
Strangely, among his undead creatures, only the Guantou was able to enter a Meditation state.
Even Yanhua are not allowed.
Morris guessed that this was probably the effect of the Accidental Magic during the Guantou's last advancement.
Neville was stunned after hearing Morris's words.
Fred and George, who were not far away, also cast curious glances their way.
Fred asked, "Can cats learn to Meditation?"
Morris nodded. "It mastered it in just two days; it's exceptionally talented."
The three fell silent, their expressions complex.
How can there be such a huge difference between people—no, between people and cats?
"Speaking of which," Morris turned and asked, "How are your Meditation going? Have there been any significant changes?"
He remembered that when the three of them first learned Meditation, they all said it was useless.
Fred and George exchanged a glance, their expressions unusually serious.
"There might be some changes," Fred said slowly. "Casting spells feels a bit smoother than before."
"We're not sure if this is just our imagination," George added.
Morris nodded firmly. "The effects of Meditation are already showing. If you maintain it, one day a qualitative change will occur."
Fred and George both smiled sheepishly.
Because they've been quite busy lately, they haven't been able to practice Meditation for several days.
At the same time, Neville raised his hand, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Morris glanced at him and said, "You don't need to raise your hand to speak here."
Neville blushed, lowered his hand, but his expression became excited.