The Quidditch World Cup was struck by a terrorist attack by Death Eaters, which was undoubtedly a huge disaster.
For safety's sake, Morris and Kyle Apparition back to Diagon Alley.
Kyle booked a room at the Leaky Cauldron, but just as he was about to check in, his father appeared in a panic.
That's normal; what parent doesn't care about their child?
Afterwards, Morris had a brief conversation with Kyle's father.
Mr. Chesterfield was a shrewd businessman who immediately expressed his gratitude upon learning that Morris had helped his son.
After a deeper conversation, Morris learned that Mr. Chesterfield was in the business of wholesaling magical items, ranging from small magical quills to precious Invisibility Cloak.
Moreover, he owns several companies.
Well, who would have thought Kyle was a rich kid?
Morris suddenly remembered something: his Shadow Concealment Stone was still looking for a suitable buyer, and the other party was clearly an excellent candidate.
So he brought it up.
Mr. Chesterfield agreed almost without thinking, without even seeing the actual product.
"Actually, I know about this stone," he said. "Someone wrote to me trying to sell it, and I decided then and there to find a time to have a proper chat with them, but I just haven't had the time."
Those must have been letters written by Fred and George.
When Morris returned to the Ship in a Bottle, it was already dawn.
Yanhua arrived before him, with a crumpled piece of paper dangling from his mouth.
He took it and unfolded it, finding it was from Fred. It contained only one sentence. "If you have nothing else to say, write back. George is worried about you."
The handwriting was very messy, clearly written in a hurry.
Given the severity of the riots, it's understandable that the Weasley Twins were worried about him.
Morris smiled slightly, wrote "I'm fine" on the back of the note, and handed it back to Yanhua. "Go, deliver it to the Weasley family."
The Yanhua immediately flapped their wings and flew away.
For the next few days, Morris spent most of his time at home and didn't go out much.
The Quidditch World Cup Death Eaters parade has been making headlines every day in the Daily Prophet.
Rita Skeeter a whole bunch of messy news, mostly criticizing the Ministry of Magic —these kinds of things always grab the most attention.
She described the Ministry of Magic as an incompetent husband, helplessly watching the Death Eaters run rampant.
Fortunately, Morris's friends and acquaintances were not greatly affected.
Sirius, however, seemed to be entangled in some trouble and canceled the planned party at Grimmauld Place.
One last thing: Morris invited Kyle to join his little group, the " Explorers," and Kyle gladly agreed.
Soon, August ended, and it was time for Hogwarts to return to school.
That morning, Morris left Diagon Alley, hailed a taxi, and headed to King's Cross Station.
He came to deliver flying brooms; because he was about to start school, he delivered the entire six-month supply in one go.
He's been exhausted these past few days.
It was getting late, and when Morris entered the hidden Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, the platform was already full of students and parents.
The various sounds mingled together, along with the barking of pets, creating a lively atmosphere like Diagon Alley on a weekend.
As Morris passed by a group of middle-aged men, he overheard them talking about the Quidditch World Cup.
It is foreseeable that this topic will remain popular for a long time.
Hermione, you need to control your cat. Look at my and Harry's faces.
"A familiar voice came from behind, filled with resentment."
Morris turned around and saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Harry and Ron had several cat paw prints on their faces, while the culprit Crookshanks was comfortably nestled in Hermione's arms.
"Good morning," Morris said.
"Good morning," Ron replied, his gaze lingering on Morris. " Morris, did you change your robes?"
"Yeah, I thought nobody cared," Morris replied, somewhat surprised, while adjusting his cuffs.
He was wearing a brand new light gray wizard's robe. It looked simple, but upon closer inspection, one would notice that the material was somewhat strange, as if it were woven from some kind of fine and soft scales.
His previous wizard robes no longer met his needs.
This is his newly commissioned robe, which arrived just a few days ago. The material appears to be the skin of some kind of Fantastic Beasts, from the mysterious East.
He added a lot of magic to it, and also engraved many defensive runes, as well as an updated Undead Creature Containment Magic Circle.
Incidentally, the Undead Creature Containment Magic Circle is now placed on his sleeve, much smaller, only about half the size of a fist.
Ron stared at Morris's robe for several seconds, then suddenly changed the subject, "By the way, have you prepared your formal attire?"
"A formal dress?" Morris frowned. "What formal dress?"
Ah, this topic again. Harry, standing to the side, gave a subtle look.
Ron has been throwing a tantrum these past few days over the secondhand suit Mrs. Weasley had prepared for him.
"It's on our back-to-school list," Ron said. "You haven't forgotten, have you?"
Morris shook his head.
"This will suit me," he said, tugging at his sleeve. "It has Scourgify and Automatic Mending Charm, is waterproof and fireproof, and has plenty of storage space."
Harry's interest was piqued immediately. "Which shop did you buy the robe from?"
If possible, he would like to buy the same one.
These features sound very convenient.
Morris replied, "I bought it from a craftsman who specializes in making wizard robes."
"Custom-made?" Ron asked casually. "That must be very expensive, right?"
"It's alright," Morris shrugged. "I think it's worth the price; it only costs the price of a single Firebolt. Don't you think that's great?"
" Firebolt!"
Not only Ron, but Harry and Hermione also stared wide-eyed.
"You've definitely been fooled," Ron said confidently. "What robe could be worth that much money?"
Morris just smiled.
He thought it was quite cheap.
As they chatted, the rest of the Weasley family gradually appeared at the entrance.
George was the first to walk over, grinning as he patted Morris on the shoulder. "How was your week? Did you get injured during the Quidditch World Cup?"
"No," Morris said. "But Kyle's tent burned down, and I was staying with him at the time."
"That's terrible." Fred frowned, his smile fading slightly. "That's a huge loss; most of those tents are very expensive."
Morris waved his hand. "It's alright, Malfoy has learned his lesson."