When the Ship in a Bottle was revealed and floated ashore, several Durmstrang students stared in disbelief.
Although smaller than their ships, a ship inside a bottle is perhaps even more impressive.
Not to mention, this ship can also fly.
Even Karkaroff stared at the Ship in a Bottle for a while before turning to look at Morris.
He said casually, " Hogwarts does have some decent transportation."
"Actually," Morris shrugged, "This is my personal property."
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Karkaroff raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise finally appearing in his eyes.
The ship before us is clearly an extremely valuable magical artifact, and must be worth a fortune.
Even if Morris was a famous flying broomstick designer with a considerable income, it was still too extravagant in his eyes.
What would a student do with a boat like this?
Karkaroff silently concluded that Morris Black was most likely a vain man.
At this moment, Krum stepped off Durmstrang's ship, his expression as somber as ever.
He was also slightly taken aback when he saw the enormous Ship in a Bottle.
But he quickly looked away and walked to Karkaroff's side.
Morris then spoke up, " Krum, is the meeting over? How about we discuss the flying broomsticks?"
His first impression of Krum was fairly good.
Krum glanced at the Ship in a Bottle, then at Karkaroff, and nodded slightly. "Okay."
He was also happy to talk to Morris.
From a certain perspective, they belong to the same category of people who achieved fame at a young age.
We might have things in common.
"Remember to be back before noon," Karkaroff said, patting Krum on the shoulder.
Under the watchful eyes of Karkaroff and several students, Krum calmly walked to Morris's side, and Morris led him to the bottom of the Ship in a Bottle.
"Please."
Morris smiled and turned to the side, gesturing for them to proceed.
Krum looked up at the enormous bottle and asked, puzzled, "How do we get in?"
His English is not very fluent, and most of the time he can only express himself in short sentences.
Morris said, "Just put your hand on it."
He improved the method of getting in and out of the Ship in a Bottle during this period, making it much more convenient than before.
With a hint of suspicion, Krum slowly reached out and placed his hand on the cold, smooth bottle.
The moment he touched it, a strange sensation spread throughout his body from his hand.
The next second, he floated up like a ghost and drifted uncontrollably toward the bottle.
Just when he thought he was about to crash into solid glass, the expected impact did not come.
He felt as if he had passed through a very thin layer of morning mist, carrying a cool, moist vapor.
Before he could even be surprised, a gentle force pushed him from behind, passing through the ship in the same way.
He landed again, this time on a blue carpet.
Looking around, the room was extremely spacious, resembling a living room.
Several large sofas, a table with tea set on it... The most eye-catching thing was a large iron box with a glass window, the purpose of which was unknown.
"Amazing," Krum couldn't help but murmur in amazement.
"Right?" Morris floated over to him with a smile and teased, "Perhaps you could use a richer vocabulary to describe your feelings."
"Uh... amazing?" Krum struggled for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out that one word.
"Your English still needs improvement, sir," Morris said casually. "But unfortunately, I don't speak Bulgarian. Hopefully, this won't affect our conversation. Ah, if only there were magic that could translate languages."
He casually pointed to the sofa. "Please, there's tea on the table, and some Muggle drinks too. I'll go get something, just a moment."
He said this as he turned and walked into the corridor to the side.
After Krum sat down, he looked at the large metal box directly in front of him, let out a long sigh, and his expression gradually relaxed.
This is a really nice place.
Quiet, private, and free from the annoying stares of others.
Contrary to what most people imagine, he didn't like the feeling of being the center of attention.
Just as Krum was sighing to himself, he heard heavy footsteps behind him.
He turned his head, thinking it was Morris returning.
However, what appeared in his field of vision was completely unexpected.
Skull!
A completely black skeleton!
Krum's pupils contracted, and he jumped up from the sofa, his hand already reaching for the wand at his waist.
Meow~
With a sudden meow, he noticed that a black cat was perched on top of the skull, lazily observing him and slowly swishing its tail.
Krum was stunned for a moment.
"Take it easy."
Morris's voice came from behind the skeleton, and he held a wooden box in his hand, "This is my pet, and um..."
Cannon fodder. They are all harmless.
"Is it Dark Magic?" Krum stared at the skeleton, his voice tense.
Morris gave him a strange look and said, "I thought Durmstrang's students were all used to Dark Magic... You're probably mistaken, this isn't Dark Magic creation."
He stepped forward, shooed the black cat off the skull with one hand, pushed the skull into a nearby warehouse, turned to Krum and smiled, "Never mind it, let's talk about the flying broom."
Krum's expression softened somewhat. "Okay."
Morris knew the other man's English wasn't good enough to speak in long sentences, but he didn't mind and got straight to the point. " Krum, what kind of broom do you want?"
"Just call me Viktor," Krum said.
"Alright, Viktor," Morris nodded, and asked kindly, "What are your requirements for the flying broomstick?"
"Even faster," Krum said after a long pause, his tone certain, "I can sense that the Phantom could go even faster, but its creators intentionally limited it."
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened slightly.
Morris picked up the wooden box and tilted it upside down.
The brooms tumbled out of the box with a clatter and landed on the carpet, piling up almost like a small mountain.
Roughly counting, there are at least thirty or forty.
"You want it to be faster, right?" Morris said while rummaging through the files. "When I was designing the Phantom, I made many different prototypes. The current Phantom Mark One is the most balanced of them all. The faster ones were also more difficult to control and not suitable for mass production, so I kept them."
Krum looked at the pile of brooms. "Did you make all of this?"
Only then did he fully believe that the other person was indeed the designer of the Phantom.
"Yes, making brooms is a lot of work," Morris remarked casually. "Oh, I've found it."
He stood up and tossed a broom that looked similar to the Phantom Mark One to Krum. "It's the fastest."
Krum took the broom, examined it carefully, then looked up at Morris and said thoughtfully, "I still hope to have a truly custom-made broom, and I will pay a reasonable price."