No matter how unwilling they were, the Dementor could not disobey Morris's orders.
It slowly withdrew its hand and floated in front of Morris.
Now there's no food to eat again.
Morris immediately placed it into the Undead Creature Containment Magic Circle.
At this moment, none of the four people present had yet recovered from their shock.
Draco slumped to the ground, gasping for breath, his face deathly pale.
He almost thought his soul was being sucked away.
The others remained frozen in place, making no further moves.
Morris stepped forward, looked down at Draco who was slumped on the ground, and asked in confusion, "What are you guys doing?"
Hearing his voice, Draco jerked his head up and looked around. "Where... where are the Dementor?"
"I took care of it," Morris said calmly.
"How did you do that?" Flint interrupted, his voice filled with obvious fear.
He was standing at the very back, so he was the least affected and witnessed the Dementor disappear before Morris's eyes.
That's Dementor!
It's genuine!
Is there really anyone capable of dealing with this monster?
Flint rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating.
"Where did it go?" His voice trembled.
Morris glanced at Flint and said calmly, "None of your business. Anyway, the Dementor are no longer here. You're safe."
Flint wanted to ask more, but after meeting Morris's eyes, he swallowed his words.
Draco finally got up from the ground, his legs still weak, and he could barely stand by holding onto Goyle next to him.
Strangely enough, Crabbe and Goyle were the calmest at this moment.
Perhaps it's because they haven't had time to react yet.
Draco stared at Morris, his expression incredulous. "Why are you helping us?"
Morris raised an eyebrow.
It seems the other party has misunderstood something.
However, he was too lazy to correct him.
"Just take it as me being in a good mood," Morris shrugged.
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the four people with complicated expressions.
After a long pause, Goyle cautiously asked, "Should we continue?"
Flint looked at him like he was an idiot. "Are you crazy? You want to dress up as that kind of thing?"
Goyle stopped talking.
Draco gritted his teeth, a twisted rage flashing across his face. "I have to tell my dad that the Dementor attacked me. That Dementor almost drained me dry!"
After this incident, he had absolutely no desire to scare Harry Potter anymore.
All he wanted to do right now was go back to the lounge, lie down for a while, and have a piece of chocolate.
For Ravenclaw, the following Quidditch Match did not go smoothly.
Actually, the two teams are quite evenly matched, with the only significant difference being in the Seeker position – Harry Potter is more skilled and has better equipment.
The performance of the Firebolt is indeed remarkable; they can accelerate to 150 miles per hour within ten seconds.
While Harry couldn't fully utilize the broom's capabilities, it was more than enough to deal with Ravenclaw's Seeker, Cho Chang.
Morris became even more curious about the workings of the Firebolt.
The next day, before breakfast, Morris finally received a letter from Frick.
The letter contained very little.
[ The Firebolt have been ordered and will arrive next month. There was an extra 50 Galleon for the express delivery, but it's no big deal since you'll reimburse me, right?]
[Also, don't treat me like your errand boy. I'm not your personal shopper. Next time something like this happens, remember to add a "please" and a "thank you," or I'll turn your Firebolt green...]
After reading the letter, Morris's lips curled into a slight smile.
Frick is fairly reliable.
He cheerfully put the bread in his mouth and casually fed a few crumbs to the messenger owl.
At that moment, he noticed a crowd gathered around the Gryffindor table next door, including Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students.
Just as he was wondering what had happened, Kyle squeezed through the crowd and ran back to his side with a terrified expression.
" Morris!" Kyle's voice was extremely low, "Something terrible has happened!"
Morris put down his bread and calmly asked, "What's wrong?"
Kyle's expression was grave, and he spoke quickly, " Sirius Black broke into the Gryffindor Common Room early this morning and entered Potter's dormitory. Weasley said he saw Black carrying a knife."
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Morris paused slightly.
This is truly unexpected news.
He looked up and asked, "Has anyone died or been injured?"
"No," Kyle shook his head, but the fear on his face didn't lessen at all. " Weasley said Black slashed his bed curtains to shreds with a knife. I think Black went to the wrong bed; his target should have been Potter."
"And then?" Morris asked.
Sirius Black run away.
Morris was silent for two seconds.
This description sounds a bit suspicious, doesn't it?
Did Ron really not lie?
Sirius Black, armed with a knife, sneaked into Gryffindor dormitories and then left without doing anything?
I can't understand it.
The only explanation he could think of was that Sirius had been imprisoned in Azkaban for too long and had developed mental problems.
But who exactly is this person who has been able to live and run around Hogwarts for so long?
Even Dumbledore couldn't arrest them.
Morris shook his head, stopping himself from thinking about it and focusing on his breakfast.
It's none of his business for now.
At the same time, Neville happened to pass by Ravenclaw's table, looking completely lost.
Morris noticed that many people were watching Neville, Kyle was no exception.
Sympathy, curiosity, pity—all kinds of gazes were present.
"What's wrong with Neville?" he asked Kyle.
Kyle glanced at Neville as he passed by and whispered, "It's all Longbottom's fault. He wrote all the passwords down on a piece of paper, then lost it, which allowed Sirius Black to get into the lounge."
Morris paused for a moment.
I see.
You know what, that's really Neville's style—he's always had a bad memory.
Sirius Black's incident has undoubtedly caused panic throughout the entire school once again.
Hogwarts seems to experience panic several times a year.
Morris couldn't help but wonder, is this what life is like for a wizard?
It's truly diverse and colorful.
In short, this incident has had a lot of impact.
In the days that followed, professors could be seen patrolling the corridors at any time, Filch also wandered around with his cat, and even the ghost was asked to help.
But since we couldn't find Sirius Black semester, we probably won't be able to find him anytime soon.
Morris was not surprised at all.
One Friday, he ran into Fudge in the hallway, presumably also about this matter.
Predictably, Dumbledore will once again spend a long time arguing with the other party about the Dementor.
Incidentally, at the end of February, Morris finally received the Firebolt that Frick had ordered for him.