March arrived before we knew it.
Morris lived a peaceful life.
Some time ago, he received another task from Snape: to brew Wolfsbane Potion for Lupin.
All signs indicate that Snape disliked Lupin more than just a little.
Even something as simple as delivering medicine had to be done by Morris.
The disgust in his eyes was impossible to hide.
However, although brewing highly complex Potions is a very time-consuming task, for Morris, it's actually quite enjoyable.
The more difficult the task, the more excited he became.
More importantly, Snape was quite generous with the materials he provided, clearly taking into account potential losses.
Even the most skilled Potions Master cannot guarantee success every time.
So Morris kept the extra materials without a second thought— Snape said nothing, which meant he acquiesced.
In addition, the Firebolt that Frick had helped order also arrived.
However, the day after he got the broom, Morris took it apart completely to examine its internal structure and the magic used, and then he couldn't put it back together.
This isn't hard to guess, after all, the Firebolt use Goblin magic and craftsmanship.
The magic system of Goblin is completely different from that of human wizards.
To study it thoroughly requires a great deal of effort.
Morris didn't want to waste his time on this.
Since plagiarism is impossible, then create your own original work.
It's just a flying broom, how could that possibly stump him?
It's just a pity that he wasted that money.
I wonder if these parts can still be returned...
According to the plan, Morris was to complete the initial preparations for Animagus during the Easter holiday.
Before he began, he felt it necessary to gather some information to enhance his understanding of the magic.
One Saturday afternoon, Morris knocked on Professor McGonagall's office door again.
"Please come in."
He pushed open the door and saw Professor McGonagall looking at him with a helpless expression.
"It's you again, Morris." She put down her quill and sighed. "So, what are you up to this time?"
Morris touched his nose, looking a little embarrassed.
To be honest, he has been coming over more often lately.
After all, Professor McGonagall is the only person in the entire school who is openly familiar with Animagus.
If there were other people he could consult, he wouldn't have ended up taking advantage of a single person.
" Professor McGonagall," Morris said, sitting down very naturally opposite Professor McGonagall with a proper demeanor, "Could you perform that again?"
"Which one?" Professor McGonagall looked at him.
Animagus.
really.
Professor McGonagall sighed again, " Morris, I'm not an animal in Muggle zoo."
"One last time, Professor. I'm almost there," Morris pleaded sincerely.
Professor McGonagall gave him a deep look. "Alright, one last time."
Morris Black was, without a doubt, a very difficult student.
Although she didn't dislike the other person's attitude towards learning, going too far wasn't a good thing.
Professor McGonagall stood up, her body suddenly shrinking at the same time.
The next second, she Transfiguration into that familiar tabby cat and landed on the desk.
Morris stared intently, observing carefully.
Come to think of it, he first saw Professor McGonagall's Animagus when he first enrolled in school.
That time, he didn't recognize the other person as a wizard and even conjured up a ball of yarn to tease him, which was quite embarrassing.
Now, even though his abilities in all aspects far surpass what they were back then, he still cannot detect any flaws.
The tabby cat in front of me, from its fur to its eyes, from its posture to its movements, is exactly like a real cat.
Even more strangely, he couldn't sense any magical fluctuations when this spell was used!
This is so unusual!
All the magic he had encountered before, whether from this world or from the Book of the Mage, produced magical fluctuations to varying degrees.
But Animagus did not.
wrong...
Morris narrowed his eyes, suddenly sensing something amiss.
He used his Mental Power to probe the spotted cat on the table, and then suddenly realized what was going on.
Animagus doesn't lack magical energy fluctuations; rather, they are too restrained.
Only when he actively uses his Mental Power to perceive can he detect even the slightest anomaly.
I see.
Professor McGonagall transformed back into human form, gracefully sat back in her chair, and raised an eyebrow. "Have you satisfied your curiosity?"
Morris nodded thoughtfully. "Very useful, Professor McGonagall. I have an idea."
"An idea?" Professor McGonagall's expression turned serious. "You're going to try Animagus?"
"Oh, we'll have to wait," Morris said. "We need to be well-prepared. I recently found a lot of relevant materials in the library, and I plan to read through them first."
It's always good to be prepared...
After leaving Professor McGonagall's office, Morris stood in the corridor, took a small piece of green stuff out of his pocket, and put it in his mouth.
These are the leaves of the Mandrake.
That's right, he's taking the first step on the Animagus.
Hold Mandrake leaf under your tongue for a whole month.
From one full moon to the next.
But it's not a full moon today, so he was just simulating it.
As of just now, he had chewed one piece and swallowed three pieces, and the longest he had lasted was only two days.
He simply couldn't stand the feeling of having something in his mouth.
Take your time, you'll eventually find the trick.
" Morris?"
Someone is calling him.
Morris turned around and saw Hermione standing not far away, holding a book bigger than her head.
The fact that they're here suggests they're probably looking for Professor McGonagall.
"What are you doing standing here?" Hermione walked up, looking somewhat tired.
"I have a question..."
He frowned halfway through his sentence.
He swallowed it again.
Hermione asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Morris waved his hand. "And you? What are you doing here?"
Hermione paused for a moment, then her face fell.
"It shouldn't matter if I tell you, since you know," she said. "It's a problem with the Time-Turner."
Morris raised an eyebrow.
Time-Turner?
To be honest, he had almost forgotten about it; Hermione was using the Time-Turner to attend class.
Ugh, just thinking about it is torture.
"What happened to the Time-Turner?" Morris asked.
Hermione rubbed her eyes. "It's too physically demanding. I'm considering applying to cancel a few elective courses."
Morris looked at her, thought for a moment, and said, "Perhaps you could do what I do, just take the exams and not attend classes."
Hermione thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"Impossible," she said, looking at Morris with a hint of envy in her eyes. " Morris, not everyone is like you. I can't possibly get good grades without attending classes."
She still doesn't understand how Morris managed to get first place in all the exams.
"Okay, whatever. I was just suggesting."
Morris shrugged. "I'm leaving now. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Hermione watched him walk to the corner of the corridor, and then he disappeared.
Hermione blinked, thinking she was seeing things.
She walked quickly forward and turned the corner.
The corridor was empty; there wasn't a single person in sight.
Where are the Morris?