During the process of improving the flying broom, Morris had some different ideas.
Soon, the Easter holiday arrived.
Despite being a holiday, the atmosphere inside Hogwarts Castle was even more somber than usual.
Unlike the relaxed atmosphere of Christmas, the professors assigned a mountain of homework, leaving the students complaining bitterly.
Morris, of course, wouldn't have such worries.
He can write eight papers in a single morning.
Therefore, he had enough time to tinker with his flying broom.
Ship in a Bottle, in Morris's room, in the center sits a flying broom.
"Give it a try, Guantou."
Meow~
After receiving Morris's order, Guantou glanced back at him, his eyes full of questions.
Seriously?
It can't ride a broom!
And it's clearly a cat, so why do people always want it to fly?
Morris urged, "Hurry up."
Helpless, the Guantou walked to the flying broom, then leaped onto the broom handle.
Unexpectedly, as soon as it settled down, the broom slowly rose from the ground.
The Guantou froze.
What's going on?
"You can control it with your mind," Morris's voice came from the side. "Just use your brain and think about where you want to go."
I was skeptical of the Guantou.
It tentatively stared at the can of cola on the desk.
The broom floated slowly over and came to a steady stop next to the cola.
It stretched out its paw and poked at something, its eyes instantly lighting up.
It can work!
"Meow!" the Guantou meowed excitedly, its voice filled with pride.
"Fly two laps," Morris said.
Cats are all active, even if the Guantou is dead.
Soon, a flying cat appeared in the room, rampaging around wildly.
Upon seeing this, Morris smiled.
This flying broom is his latest creation after a recent shift in his thinking.
Its most distinctive feature is that it can fly using the rider's will.
Simply imagine the place you want to go, and the broom will fly there automatically; no special skills are required.
The only downside is that these flying brooms can't fly very fast, so they can't be used in Quidditch Match.
Of course, even if the speed meets the standard, the competition rules will probably still prohibit it.
However, Morris didn't make this broom for Quidditch in the first place.
Instead...
" Guantou," he began, "Try activating the attack magic on the broom. Imagine a bone spur in your mind, like this."
Morris raised his hand and cast the Bone Summoning Spell.
A pale bone spur appeared out of thin air and pierced the opposite wall with a whoosh.
The Guantou stared at the bone spur, squinting its eyes.
It was naturally familiar with its master's bone magic.
"Don't rush," Morris said. "Take your time, find the feeling, it's easy."
The Guantou's expression turned serious.
The effects were immediate.
Almost the instant Morris finished speaking, the tip of the broom beneath the Guantou flickered.
A similar bone spike appeared and shot towards the wall... while Yanhua rested on a nearby perch.
"!?"
The Yanhua shot up instantly, and the bone spike grazed the tip of its tail and became embedded in the perch.
The Guantou food barked triumphantly a few times, its eyes brimming with excitement.
"Squeak!"
Yanhua was so angry that its fur stood on end. It flapped its wings and was about to rush over and teach this stupid cat a lesson.
However, the Guantou once again activated the Bone Summoning Spell on the broom.
The familiar bone spikes reappeared, crisscrossing in the air and forming a bone cage in the blink of an eye, precisely covering the Yanhua on the ground.
The Guantou sat on the broom, slowly drifting to the front of the bone cage, staring at the Yanhua through the cage with an irritating expression.
Hey, you think you can mess with me?
Morris watched this scene unfold, and he knew without a doubt what was going to happen next.
Half a minute later, he looked at the Guantou suspended by the shadow magic of the Yanhua and sighed slowly.
Let alone Yanhua, even he, the owner, couldn't understand what this silly cat was thinking.
Why do you always seem to enjoy deliberately making things difficult for yourself?
This scene happens once or twice almost every month.
He's tired of seeing it.
Okay, let's turn our attention back to the flying broom.
In summary, the broom's current abilities are as follows: telekinesis and Bone Summoning Spell.
That's all.
After all, this was a product he came up with on a whim, so it's normal for it to be a bit shabby.
As for why he made this broom—well, there's no particular reason.
It was just a whim.
The potential of this broom is obvious; it is engraved with almost complete runes of the Bone Summoning Spell, making its combat power quite considerable.
Perhaps he could make more in the future and then combine them with his undead creatures or summoned creatures like skeletons.
This way he could have a flying skeleton army.
It seems pretty good.
After leaving the room, Morris stretched.
Making the flying broom left him somewhat exhausted.
The Guantou and Yanhua are still arguing inside; based on past experience, this will probably last for about half an hour.
He went into the living room and looked out the window.
The sky was gradually darkening, and the last rays of the setting sun were being swallowed by the night.
Tonight is the night of the full moon.
Morris suddenly thought of Lupin, who had drunk the Wolfsbane Potion and was probably hiding in his office suffering. Since knowing he wouldn't lose control, Lupin had stopped going to the Shrieking Shack.
However, this has nothing to do with him.
He also has important things to do tonight.
That is to hold Mandrake leaf in one's mouth and officially begin the preliminary preparations for the Animagus.
Morris sat on the sofa, took a leaf from his pocket, and put it in his mouth.
Although he wasn't used to this feeling yet, he was a wizard.
Why not just use magic?
He drew his wand and waved it gently.
A soft light flashed by.
The leaf was still in my mouth, but the discomfort had completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.
That's more like it.
Morris sighed in relief and leaned back on the sofa.
He found this little spell in the documents left behind by Slytherin.
Animagus is a very ancient form of magic.
The information mentions that the earliest Animagus can be traced back to ancient times and were known as " Druid ".
The Transfiguration of that time were crude, unstable, and fraught with danger.
Very few people successfully Transfiguration; most lose their minds during the Transfiguration process.
Later, some powerful ancient wizards began to study this Transfiguration, trying to make it safer and more controllable.
They spent centuries perfecting it.
Observe the phases of the moon.
Combine different Potions.
Find the most suitable time for Transfiguration.
Failure after failure, improvement after improvement.
Ultimately, through the efforts of countless generations, they developed a complete process.
This is what we now Animagus Transformation Technique.
Looking at the full moon outside the window, Morris felt a sense of reverence.
This is what a wizard should be like.
Even though the risk of failure is frighteningly high, we still choose to move forward.
He looked away, savoring the leaf beneath his tongue.
A month.
It's really tough.