Morris nodded in satisfaction as he watched Harry unleash his explosive speed.
He always acts swiftly.
The finished product was ready in just over two months.
The Firebolt were made using Goblin technology, while his broom possessed advanced runes from the Book of the Mage.
In terms of speed, this broom has undoubtedly surpassed the Firebolt.
It's worth noting that the rune he engraved most on this broom was "speed".
These runes were stacked in more than a dozen layers.
"Whoosh!"
Harry swept over their heads, creating a sharp whooshing sound.
Look at this child, how happily he's flying!
Morris couldn't help but smile.
It's safe now.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team was also extremely excited.
Wood tilted his head back, trembling with excitement. "Did you see that? Harry! My God! What's going on?"
He even spoke somewhat incoherently.
If Harry had that speed in the game, Slytherin would definitely have lost.
However, Harry in the sky was not having an easy time.
Because he found that he had no control over the flying broomstick beneath him.
Even turning is extremely difficult.
The oncoming gale hit him like a wall against his face, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.
He tried to turn, but the broom only veered slightly and continued rushing forward.
No, it won't work.
Harry yelled, " Morris, help! I can't!" But before he could finish, the broom suddenly lurched downwards.
It seemed as if something had grabbed its tail, and it began to spin wildly, but its speed did not slow down at all.
Morris squinted at the black dot in the sky, then turned to Wood and asked, "What kind of Quidditch move is that? Death Roll?"
He was certain he couldn't do those stunts.
"I don't know," Wood said blankly.
"Uh, Morris," Fred swallowed, his face pale, "I think it might have gotten out of control."
Morris looked up for another two seconds.
Yes, that makes a lot of sense.
Because Harry had already begun his rapid descent, like a meteor crashing straight into the ground, and faint screams could be heard coming from the sky, growing ever closer.
" Mori!"
Morris remained calm.
He drew his wand and gently waved it at Harry, who was about to kiss the ground.
The next second, an invisible force intercepted Harry in mid-air, freezing him less than a thousand feet from the ground.
The broom, on the other hand, was stuck straight into the dirt of the field.
" Merlin."
Wood wiped the sweat from his forehead; his legs felt a little weak.
It would be terrible to lose his Seeker at this point.
To be realistic, without Harry, their chances of defeating Slytherin were practically zero.
"He's not hurt!" Fred shouted, glancing in that direction.
"Of course," Morris shrugged, "I'm here."
Everyone came down from the stands and gathered around Harry.
Harry remained suspended in mid-air, looking somewhat comical.
"Put me down," he said weakly. "I'm fine."
How does the new broom feel?
Morris asked, waving his wand to slowly lower Harry down.
He hadn't ridden a flying broomstick much, so the other person's opinion was very important.
The moment his feet touched the ground, Harry's knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees on the lawn.
Fred and George helped him up, one on each side.
He looked up at Morris, his face still showing lingering fear. "I felt like I was kidnapped by a flying stick, not riding a flying broomstick. The broomstick you brought is completely inadequate, Morris."
"Really?" Morris stroked his chin. "Not fast enough?"
Harry felt like the other person wasn't listening to him at all.
He took a deep breath and said seriously, "It's not a speed problem, it's that it's completely uncontrollable."
"Alright." Morris nodded thoughtfully.
To be honest, he himself struggled when trying to use the broom.
It turns out it wasn't his problem.
Even a veteran like Harry couldn't control it smoothly.
Sometimes, going too fast isn't a good thing.
Further improvements are needed.
Fred stepped forward, pulled the broom out of the ground, and examined it carefully. It was intact, without even a scratch.
"It's very sturdy," he asked curiously. "Where did you get this broom?"
"I did it myself," Morris replied matter-of-factly.
Everyone fell silent.
This is a broom that can catch up with Firebolt!
Is it true or false?
Morris stepped forward, patted Harry on the shoulder, and said apologetically, "Thank you for your help, Harry. I'll come back to test the brooms with you in a while; things should be much better then."
"I'll give you one once the broom is fully tested. Trust me, it'll be better than the Firebolt."
Seeing Morris's self-assured and confident demeanor, Harry was about to speak when Fred suddenly leaned over, tapped the broom handle in his hand, and frowned.
"Wait, is this broom made of wood? Something doesn't feel right."
"It's definitely not wood," Morris said firmly. "It's bone."
The main body of the broom was pieced together by him using some discarded animal bones.
He was even more adept at engraving runes on this material.
Hearing this, no one present was too surprised.
Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Morris is a die-hard bone enthusiast.
Those skeletons left a very deep impression.
"I could never make a broom like this," Fred remarked, handing the broom to Morris.
Although it nearly killed Harry, it was still the most powerful broom he had ever seen.
Regardless, speed is always the top priority attribute for flying broomsticks, especially in Quidditch Match.
"We're athletes, we don't need to be brooms," Wood's voice came from the side, now regaining his composure. "Come on, let's get back to training. We've wasted enough time already."
He clapped his hands, trying to draw everyone's attention back.
" Harry, can you still fly? If you need a rest?"
Harry nodded slightly. "It can fly."
Although his legs were still a little weak, he didn't want to delay the team's training.
"Then I won't bother you any longer." Morris smiled slightly. "Goodbye."
He has achieved his goal and there is no need for him to stay here any longer.
After Morris left, Harry remounted the Firebolt, pushed off with his feet, and slowly rose into the air.
Perhaps it was his imagination, but after flying around a few times, he realized that the Firebolt didn't seem to be that fast anymore.
Back in the Ship in a Bottle, Morris tossed the broom he had just tested onto the table.
On the wall next to him, there were five or six brooms that looked similar; they were all his experimental brooms from this period of time.
The one he just brought to Harry for testing was the one with the highest level of completion.
Speed is no longer an issue; the current task is to make it more controllable.
"Let's try the Balance rune..." Morris muttered to himself as he immersed himself in the modification work.