Morris studied it for half an hour but couldn't come to any conclusion.
Until he tried to probe his Mental Power.
In an instant, a chill enveloped him.
Because there was something very familiar to him on the skeleton: runes.
Yes, it was the kind of "rune" recorded in his Book of the Mage.
These runes are hidden and can only be detected through Mental Power perception. Most of them belong to the defensive category, with the most unique one being called " Immortality ".
According to the Book of the Mage, this is one of the most difficult runes to inscribe.
Even Morris never succeeded.
.. Why?
Morris fell into deep thought.
He was fairly certain that the Book of the Mage was a creation from another world—its runes, knowledge, and magical system were completely incompatible with this world.
Could it be that this skeleton is the same?
No one could answer that question for Morris.
He had no way to ask anyone.
In short, all he can do now is conduct a thorough and comprehensive study of the skeleton.
In the following days, Morris devoted himself entirely to the study of the skeleton.
But aside from the runes, he gained nothing.
Ultimately, Morris chose to transform the skeleton into an undead creature.
The process went smoothly, and the result was nothing special.
Aside from being very hard, it didn't exhibit any other special features.
At the end of June, Morris temporarily put the matter of the mysterious skeleton aside.
He started thinking about selling his flying broomsticks.
Opening a shop is unlikely for now; he doesn't have the energy or time to manage it.
Moreover, the shop rents in Diagon Alley are exorbitantly high, and although he has a considerable amount of Galleon, it's far from enough.
The most practical solution is to partner with a store to promote his brooms.
Morris's first thought was Frick, but who would go to Knockturn Alley to buy a broom?
So he set his sights on the Quality Quidditch Supplies in Diagon Alley.
As you can tell from the name, it's a dedicated Quidditch supplies store.
The next day.
"You're looking for our boss?"
Quality Quidditch Supplies, a young clerk sized up Morris and said nervously, "If you want to complain, you can tell me first."
The other party seemed to think he was someone who had come to cause trouble.
Morris smiled and placed the suitcase on the counter.
"I have a special flying broom; perhaps your boss would be interested."
He said this as he opened the box and pulled out a broom.
"You should go to the recycling center next door to recycle used brooms..."
Before the young shop assistant could finish speaking, her gaze was immediately drawn to him.
"I've never seen this before," he said thoughtfully, looking at the broom. "Which manufacturer is it? Comet? No, that's not right, it doesn't seem like it."
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Seeing the growing curiosity in the other person's eyes, Morris simply smiled and shook his head. "Let me see the boss."
"Okay, okay."
The shop assistant disappeared through the door next door in a flash.
Not long after, a woman came out from behind the door.
He was around thirty or forty years old, with very short hair, exuding a capable air, and wearing a brightly colored outfit, which seemed to be Quidditch robe.
She quickly sized up Morris, a boy of about fifteen or sixteen; he was an unfamiliar face and not a regular customer.
"Hello," Morris said first.
The woman nodded, her gaze shifting to the flying broom in Morris's hand, looking interested.
Can I take a look?
Morris handed him the broom.
She took it and gently weighed it in her hand, running her fingers along the broom handle from top to bottom, her expression focused and oblivious to her surroundings.
The young shop assistant followed behind the woman and spoke up at the opportune moment, "This is our boss, Mrs Lawson."
Mrs Lawson ignored him, her attention completely focused on the broom in her hands.
Morris stood by and watched, without urging him on.
Two full minutes passed before she finally looked up.
"I've never seen a flying broom like this before," she said slowly, her voice tinged with disbelief. "I can't even tell what kind of balancing or speeding charm it used."
Morris simply smiled slightly.
It would be suspicious if you could tell.
This broom is primarily driven by runes, though it uses some wizarding magic, but only to a very limited extent.
"So," Mrs Lawson finally looked up from the broom at Morris, "Sir, what brings you here?"
Morris then realized that he hadn't formally explained his purpose.
"I'm looking for a store to partner with to sell these brooms," he said, pointing to the broom.
"Cooperation?" Mrs Lawson frowned. "Child, you must understand, not just any flying broomstick can be sold."
That wasn't a very polite way of putting it.
That's understandable.
A young man walked into the store carrying a broom with no discernible brand name and immediately asked for a collaboration—a move that would make anyone suspicious.
Morris understood this reaction.
Or rather, this reaction suited him perfectly.
The most interesting part is the surprised expression on the other person's face when they discover the true quality of the broom.
"You can test this broom," Morris said. "It's twice as fast as Firebolt."
Upon hearing this, the young shop assistant's eyes widened immediately.
Mrs Lawson laughed and said, "You'd better take responsibility for that. Come with me, there's a testing area in the backyard."
"Of course," Morris said confidently.
Mrs Lawson picked up a broom and led Morris through the back door of the shop into a spacious courtyard.
This place has clearly been subjected to Undetectable Extension Charm.
From the outside, it looks like an ordinary backyard, but once you step inside, you realize it's at least half the size of Quidditch Pitch.
It is surrounded by high walls, with a transparent dome above.
There were also two rows of flying brooms, about twenty in total, placed next to the door.
Morris looked around and exclaimed sincerely, "This place looks very professional."
This compliment made Mrs Lawson unconsciously squint her eyes.
You'd never guess how much it cost to come here.
She walked to the wall and casually took off a strange mask.
The mask had a human face, but the tongue was ridiculously large, hanging down to be as long as a palm.
"What is this...?" Morris asked curiously.
Mrs Lawson brought the mask close to the broom in her hand and explained, "It can test whether there is any dangerous or illegal magic on the broom."
As soon as the words were spoken, the mask moved and began licking the broom handle with a pattering sound.
Yes, lick.
Morris's lips twitched. He had seen many strange and wonderful magical items, but this one... was still a bit too advanced.
After licking the mask, it actually started talking.
"It's safe, you can ride."
His tone reminded him of the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts.
Seeing the drool on the broom handle, Morris thought to himself that he couldn't keep the broom.
"Then I'll begin."
Mrs Lawson didn't seem to care at all. She wiped herself with a rag, stepped onto the broom, and kicked it off the ground.