Phoebe appeared quite indifferent, but Morris was not affected by her attitude.
Thinking about it carefully, it really has nothing to do with him.
He was just curious.
Half-blood are extremely rare among wizards; to date, he only knows Hagrid and Professor Flitwick.
However, the fact that the other party did not deny it most likely proves that his judgment was correct.
Phoebe Delacour is undoubtedly a witch with Veela blood.
He nodded and said, "Alright, Miss Delacour, I meant no offense. I just wanted to remind you that although you may have tried your best to control your abilities, they still have a slight effect on me."
After saying that, he went back to enjoying the food in front of him.
Rice is the most important thing.
Phoebe, however, frowned. She put down her spoon and looked at Morris with a scrutinizing gaze. "Slight effects? What do you mean by that?"
"Of course it's the Veela's power," Morris said without even looking up. "I don't think I need to elaborate on the mind manipulation magic targeting human men. Don't rush to deny it; I'm extremely sensitive to these things, you can't fool me."
sensitive?
Phoebe, on the contrary, felt that Morris was completely unaffected. You see, most boys her age couldn't even speak properly in front of her, but Morris remained incredibly calm.
She suddenly developed a strong interest in the strange student in front of her.
Kyle was relieved to see that the two hadn't started arguing.
He had already prepared for the worst: if Phoebe splashed the fish soup on Morris's face, he would immediately use Scourgify to help. Look! He even had his wand ready.
but...
"Is she really Veela?" Kyle asked Morris in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Absolutely." Morris said succinctly.
Kyle seemed lost in thought.
After the banquet, Dumbledore stood up and introduced the two men beside him, "This is Mr. Crouch. Barty Crouch, Department of International Magical Cooperation. This is Mr. Bagman. Ludo Bagman, Department of Magical Games and Sports."
The students gave a lukewarm round of applause.
Ludo Bagman Morris already knew him, and Barty Crouch looked like a rigid old man, fitting his stereotypical image of Ministry of Magic official.
"In the coming months, Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman will join me, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime to form the jury."
After Dumbledore speaking, he waved to the side.
" Mr. Filch, could you please bring the things up?"
Filch immediately appeared, hunched over, carrying a wooden box and placing it in front of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore tapped the wooden box lightly with his wand, revealing an unassuming, even somewhat dilapidated, wooden cup inside which burned a cold, blue-white flame.
"It is the Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore announced. "Any student who wishes to run for Champion simply writes their name and school on a piece of parchment, drops it into the goblet, Goblet of Fire will choose the one they deem most worthy. But I must warn you, once chosen as Champion, you must complete the competition. It is a magically binding contract."
Morris looked around and noticed that everyone was staring intently at the cup, including Phoebe, who was paying extra attention.
"Later tonight, the Goblet of Fire will be placed in the Entrance Hall." Dumbledore glanced at the anxious students and continued, "To ensure that only qualified students participate in this extremely dangerous challenge, I will personally set up an Age Line around it. Students seventeen and older can cross it directly, while those under seventeen..."
Morris noticed Dumbledore glancing in his direction.
"As long as you can cross the dividing line, the Goblet of Fire will not refuse anyone it deems worthy."
Upon hearing this, a murmur that could not be suppressed immediately filled the Great Hall.
Morris stroked his chin, somewhat surprised.
He never expected that the method for selecting Champion would be like this.
A cup?
While it's somewhat original, his powerful magic is useless if the cup doesn't choose him.
Oh well, let fate decide.
He doesn't necessarily have to participate in this competition.
Suddenly, Morris noticed a sharp gaze.
Phoebe was staring at him with her head tilted to the side.
"Are you old enough?" she asked, taking the initiative to strike up a conversation.
Morris shrugged and casually said, "Guess."
If it were an age-based boundary, even if it was set by Dumbledore himself, he was confident he could cross it.
Of course, he wouldn't say this to Phoebe.
Phoebe snorted and muttered in French, "Arrogant fellow."
Morris didn't understand, but he felt it wasn't a friendly greeting.
But it doesn't matter.
The next day, Morris arrived at the Great Hall earlier than usual.
When he stepped into the Entrance Hall, he found that a large crowd had already gathered there.
Just as Dumbledore said, the Goblet of Fire had been placed in the center of the room, with a faint golden Age Line on the floor around it, which was particularly eye-catching.
Morris planned to take a detour to the Great Hall for breakfast first, and then register later.
At that moment, a group of Durmstrang students appeared at the door, each wearing a blood-red robe—their school uniform.
Under Karkaroff's watchful eye, they walked toward the Goblet of Fire one by one.
Morris stopped and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
He wanted to see what methods those under the Age Line would use to cross it.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.
Durmstrang's students all seemed to meet the requirements, or perhaps they had already been screened; the gold thread did not hinder them at all.
It's pointless.
Morris casually tossed a pear-shaped hard candy into his mouth, and at the same time, he saw one of the Durmstrang students walking towards him.
The man was tall with thick eyebrows and a large, pointed nose.
It was Viktor Krum, Durmstrang's most promising student and a world-class Quidditch Seeker.
Looking for yourself?
Just as he was wondering what was going on, Krum came up to him, extended his hand, and said in broken English, "Hello, I'm Viktor Krum."
Morris politely extended his hand, " Morris Black."
He didn't know the other person.
"About... the Phantom Flying Broomstick," Krum said, "I've heard that its... designer was named Morris Black, a student at Hogwarts."
His speech was fragmented, clearly indicating that communicating in a non-native language was difficult for him.
Morris understood immediately.
Krum is a professional Quidditch player, so it's normal for him to know about the Phantom Flying Broomstick.
As a broomstick that surpasses even the Firebolt, the Phantom series has arguably caused an earthquake in the Quidditch world.
And Rita then put some of Morris's information, as a designer, in the newspaper.
so..
"That's right, Phantom is my creation," Morris readily admitted.