Sean stared at the doorway, incredulous. "How did they find this place? Isn't this a secret location?"
"It seems someone leaked the information," Kingsley said, his brow furrowed and his voice low.
Immediately following, accompanied by wolf howls, the door began to shake violently.
There's no doubt that the Werewolf outside have discovered them and are attempting to break through.
"Um," Morris said calmly, "Should we just leave, or capture these Werewolf?"
Kingsley glanced at him, ignored the remark, and simply drew his wand, walking towards Morris. "Let's find a safe place first."
He probably wanted to use Apparition.
However, at that moment, the door suddenly burst open.
A Werewolf suddenly pounced in, instantly pinning Kingsley to the ground, his wand falling to the floor.
Without magic, a wizard's power is utterly insignificant compared to Werewolf.
" Mr. Shacklebolt!"
Before Sean's cry of alarm could even finish, the Werewolf's claws were already reaching for Kingsley's throat.
I was careless!
" Bone Summoning Spell!"
At the critical moment, Morris made his move.
Enormous bone spikes appeared out of thin air, piercing the Werewolf's chest with a terrifying whooshing sound.
The immense impact sent the Werewolf flying, slamming it against the wall behind it.
"Ah"
The Werewolf let out a series of shrill screams, struggled frantically, and blood flowed down the walls, gleaming with a dark red glow in the dim room.
Looking at the Werewolf twitching on the wall, Morris scratched his face.
Kingsley was just in a life-or-death situation, and he didn't control his strength, accidentally using his full power.
Even though we've only just met, I'd still like to try and help if I can.
Kingsley lay on the ground, his chest heaving, staring blankly at the Werewolf.
" Black, did you... did you make this?" Sean stammered from the side.
The impact of these bone spikes, which resembled giant crossbow bolts, was no less than that of the previous skeleton magic.
"Yes," Morris said, pointing to the Werewolf, "If he doesn't receive treatment in time, this guy is probably going to die. Should we save him?"
Kingsley took a deep breath, got up, and shook his head.
"It's alright," he said. "What we need to do now is retreat. Someone will come to handle things tomorrow."
Staying here would likely only lead to more attacks.
Just then, Morris suddenly noticed a pair of cloudy, yellowish eyes in the window; they belonged to Werewolf.
He instinctively raised his hand.
Even the most physically powerful Werewolf are still just flesh and blood.
Strangely, the Werewolf didn't attack; it simply lay by the window, its eyes fixed on everyone in the room.
It seemed to remain rational, as if it had drunk Wolfsbane Potion.
But Morris didn't care.
Without hesitation, another bone-stimulating injection shot out.
Unlike the previous one, this one is much thinner and more than twice as fast.
The Werewolf outside the window didn't even have time to react before a bone spike pierced its skull.
It let out a muffled groan and disappeared out the window.
Morris frowned slightly, strode to the window, and held out his wand, " Lumos."
The tip of the wand glowed, illuminating a large area.
The Werewolf had vanished, leaving only a few drops of blood on the windowsill.
Morris was surprised.
No wonder he's Werewolf; he managed to escape even after being shot in the head.
Kingsley stepped forward and asked, "What did you see?"
He hadn't noticed the commotion outside.
Morris turned and pointed to the windowsill. "There was a Werewolf here just now, but it got away. Should we chase after it?"
"No, let's go first." Kingsley made a quick decision. "Grab my arm. Are you used to Apparition?"
Morris glanced at him and nodded. "It's alright."
He reached out and grabbed Kingsley's arm.
The next second, the world spun around them, and they found themselves in a fairly clean and tidy room.
Morris recognized this place; it was a guest room at the Leaky Cauldron.
Immediately afterwards, two figures appeared out of thin air behind them; Sean and the female Auror followed.
Kingsley released his grip, took a step back, and carefully examined Morris.
The other person was younger than he had imagined; judging from their appearance, they were probably still a student.
Was that magic really used by the opponent?
His expression turned serious. " Mr. Black, thank you for tonight."
If it weren't for this young man, he probably would have been bitten or scratched by that Werewolf.
Although they might not die, their fate would be extremely tragic.
Morris smiled slightly. "You owe me a favor, sir."
He glanced at the clock on the wall, waved his hand, and said, "Alright, I should go. Goodbye."
He turned and left, the door closing softly behind him.
Kingsley looked at Sean and asked, " Morris Black, is he really just a stranger? You two probably knew each other a long time ago."
Sean's expression froze. "Uh, we're not that close."
Kingsley realized something and raised an eyebrow. "Tell me, what happened?"
Sean had no choice but to bite the bullet and recount how Morris had "taken them away" back then.
"Such a thing actually happened?" Kingsley was extremely surprised.
Sean wished he could crawl under the bed.
This wasn't exactly a secret in the Auror Office; it's just that Kingsley was out on a mission at the time and hadn't heard about it.
Making him say it out loud is practically torture.
Sean coughed and quickly changed the subject. "The minister told me that Dumbledore Morris Black highly."
Kingsley's eyes narrowed.
Dumbledore?
He suddenly became extremely interested in this young man.
Meanwhile, after leaving the Leaky Cauldron, Morris immediately used Fixed-Point Teleportation to return to the Ship in a Bottle.
As soon as he landed, Yanhua fluttered over, carrying a small envelope in her beak.
"Whose letter?"
Morris took the letter with some confusion and discovered that the sender was Harry Potter.
This was very unusual— Harry never wrote to him.
The Weasley Twins did send them frequently, though many were meaningless nuisance letters.
He opened the envelope; the contents were quite long, mostly Harry's daily ramblings, with few important points.
Sirius recently came to visit me and gave my uncle a fright. Can you imagine the scene? It was very funny.
They were terrified and even agreed to let me stay at Grimmauld Place for a few days at the end of summer vacation. Do you want to come with me? By the way, Grimmauld Place is Sirius's home.
Finally, I've been having a bit of a headache lately. Do you still have the Potions from last time? I'll pay you back when I get back to school...
It seems Harry's summer vacation has been going quite well lately.
Morris replied immediately.
Going to Grimmauld Place is no problem; we still have Potions left.
He packed the reply and a small bottle of Potions, handed them to Yanhua, and then turned to walk towards the workbench.
It's time to get down to business; he still has a huge pile of flying brooms to make.
Finish as soon as possible, and then call it a day.
He dislikes procrastination.