That mist was undoubtedly Morris's curse magic.
He combined the Weakening Curse, Wailing Curse, and Pain Curse into Scrape's body.
It's done!
The previous bone spike attack was just a feint; the real killing move was these silently spreading curses.
This is also his specialty magic.
But strangely, Scrape remained calm.
Those curses that should have caused him unbearable pain did not cause the slightest ripple, as if they had sunk into the sea.
Haven't they discovered it yet?
A thought suddenly popped into Morris's head, and he blurted out, "Are you dead?"
Upon reflection, it's clear from the beginning that Scrape said he wasn't a living person.
That might not actually be a lie.
Scrape neither denied nor answered Morris's question.
He just watched quietly.
Morris rubbed his still-throbbing chest and sighed.
What else can be said?
You win.
Scrape raised his wand again.
"It's time to end this," he said.
At the same time, a terrifying aura surged towards Morris, making it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.
The other party is serious.
Or rather, the other side has finally decided to end this battle.
Morris could foresee that the magic his opponent was about to unleash would be terrifying.
It's far beyond what he can currently withstand.
Now, there's only one option left.
run!
For him, leaving this world would be very easy.
With just a thought, the teleportation array would bring him home.
But Morris did not leave immediately.
He stood there, letting the terrifying aura envelop him, feeling the oppressive sense of impending death.
"I will come again, Mr. Death."
He raised his hand, waved at Scrape, and bowed slightly.
"Goodbye."
Before he could finish speaking, Scrape's wand swung down, and something was Accio at incredible speed.
It was a gray sphere of light, about the size of a fist, containing an incredibly violent magical aura.
But this has nothing to do with Morris anymore.
His figure, along with those undead creatures, vanished from the spot.
"Boom!"
After the loud bang, a five-meter-wide crater appeared where Morris had been standing, its edges smooth, as if it had been instantly evaporated by something.
If Morris hadn't left in time, he would probably have vanished without a trace, just like that patch of ground.
Scrape put down his wand and stared silently at the pit.
"I will find you," he murmured to himself.
Ship in a Bottle.
Morris appeared out of thin air, staggering a couple of steps before regaining his balance.
He climbed onto the bed, leaning against the wall, and lay down, panting heavily.
His performance just now was merely a facade; the injury inflicted by Scrape's hit was far more severe than he had imagined, and every breath was accompanied by intense, sharp pain.
A dozen seconds later, Yanhua brought over a small briefcase, placed it next to Morris, and opened it to reveal colorful Potions inside.
Morris turned his head, grabbed it, and poured it into his mouth.
These were healing Potions he had prepared in advance, specifically for dealing with special situations.
Healing agents, energy supplements, and pain relievers.
The effects were immediate.
The dull pain in his chest was gradually replaced by a warm feeling, and his breathing became easier.
After doing all this, Morris lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and sighing.
Ultimately, it's because his magic wasn't strong enough.
That was so embarrassing.
Scrape... what's going on with that guy?
Why does he call himself the Death, and why did he attack without warning after revealing his Mental Power?
There are many suspicious points.
But regardless, this feud has been formed.
A smile suddenly appeared on Morris's lips.
That man was very strong, leaving him completely defenseless.
But so what?
Increase your strength and seek revenge.
This is what needs to be done next.
Of course, his ultimate goal remains to explore the secrets of the Gap World.
And that man is undoubtedly the key to solving the mystery.
He found this outcome more acceptable than gaining nothing at all.
Morris thought to himself, and sat up in bed.
The injury has healed a lot, but just to be on the safe side, it would be better to go to the hospital.
He changed into clean clothes and tidied his appearance in front of the mirror.
"It's alright." He nodded.
etc!
Morris suddenly noticed a black spot on his face in the mirror.
He reached out and touched it.
The moment my fingertips touched it, a cold, sharp pain shot through me.
He leaned closer to the mirror and discovered that the left side of his face was now covered with strange black lines, spreading outwards from the corner of his eye.
At the same time, a slight feeling of dizziness came over me.
It's a curse!
Moreover, it's a curse that can absorb his life force!
When were you infected?
Morris looked grave and tried to recall the events, but he couldn't come up with a clue.
Never mind, breaking the curse is the priority.
Although he is not a professional, he has some knowledge of curses.
Morris walked to the workbench, immediately set up the crucible, deftly lit the flame, and began to brew the antidote.
As it turned out, the curse was more troublesome than Morris had imagined.
The antidote had no effect.
He then asked Tom, but Tom's answer was also that he couldn't do anything about it.
The only good news is that, according to his assessment, the curse isn't absorbing life force very quickly; at the current rate, he should be able to live for at least several more years.
It's neither long nor short.
Regardless, resolving this problem is something he must do, and the sooner the better.
He felt that someone might be able to offer advice.
The first person to tell him about the existence of Death.
Two days later, Morris appeared at the gates of Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall came to pick him up.
" Morris," Professor McGonagall stood at the school gate, looking at him strangely, "You said in your letter that you had urgent business at the school, what happened?"
"It's a personal matter, Professor," Morris said. "I need to speak with Professor Binns."
Yes, Professor Binns.
He still remembered the first time he met Professor Binns, who asked him if he was Death.
This professor of the History of Magic at Hogwarts might know something.
After hearing this, Professor McGonagall looked Morris up and down.
She considered many possibilities, but Professor Binns was the last one she thought of.
What do you want with a ghost?
"Okay, Morris," she nodded, "I understand, but why are you wearing a mask?"
Morris said, "I like it."
Of course, it was to cover up the traces of that curse.
Professor McGonagall was momentarily at a loss for words.
The two walked towards the castle.
On the way, Professor McGonagall naturally brought up the topic of flying brooms.
"I heard from a friend," she seemed quite interested, "That you're the designer of the Phantom Flying Broomstick?"
"Could it be Mrs Lawson?" Morris asked.
He had completely forgotten that Professor McGonagall was a passionate Quidditch enthusiast.
"That's right," Professor McGonagall said.
really.
Morris nodded. "It was indeed me."
Professor McGonagall smiled and praised, "That's truly remarkable. I had no idea you possessed this skill, Morris."