November has arrived.
Saturday.
Morris is performing the final two skeleton advancement rituals in the Ship in a Bottle.
"The world of the living has not forgotten you, and the peaceful rest of death is not your final chapter."
After the chant ended, all the energy in the magic circle flowed into the bodies of the two skeletons.
The moment the ritual was completed, the soul fire in the eye sockets of the two skulls became more solid, and the color of the skeletons deepened accordingly.
Apart from that, there were no other changes to her appearance.
But Morris knew that the magical energy within those two skeletons had increased several times over.
very nice.
After giving the skeleton one last check, Morris waved his sleeve.
The next second, the two skeletons vanished from their spot, having been absorbed into the Undead Creature Containment Magic Circle.
At this moment, fifty skeletons were neatly arranged within his magic circle.
He walked back to the living room with satisfaction, lay down on the sofa, and comfortably put his feet up on the coffee table.
The skeleton's advancement was progressing faster than he had anticipated.
Once he releases all these skeletons, he will be able to access their magic through Magic Power Link.
The total amount of this magical power is quite considerable.
His next task was to find a way to convert this magic into his own combat power.
But the problem is—this is not something that can be achieved overnight.
Of course, he wasn't in a hurry.
Based on the current situation, Scrape cannot leave the Gap World to hunt him down in the outside world.
Perhaps he could try inventing his own magic...
Morris stared blankly at the ceiling, pondering his next research direction.
He has a great many ideas.
Just then, a strange, inexplicable feeling welled up in his heart.
" The Book of the Mage "
He realized something, and with a thought, he opened the Book of the Mage in his mind.
The Book of the Mage is now much, much thicker than before, judging from its appearance alone.
This means that a lot of new content has appeared on it.
Morris turned the page to the last chapter, a jolt of surprise washing over him.
What appears above is not a specific spell or magic circle.
The title clearly read, "The Principles of Spell Models".
After immersing himself in the Book of the Mage for nearly two hours, Morris opened his eyes.
His expression was tired, but his eyes were surprisingly sharp.
Just now, he saw a vast world he had never seen before.
Simply put, the function of a spell model is to shape magic into various forms. Although spell models for different spells vary, they all follow certain underlying principles.
These fundamental principles are what have recently appeared in the Book of the Mage.
This section is extremely complex, almost impossible to scroll to the bottom, and includes hundreds or even thousands of templates for reference.
He had only skimmed through it, yet he could already sense the weight of this knowledge.
That thickness cannot be measured in tens or hundreds of pages; it is practically an infinite knowledge base.
Of course, applying this knowledge takes time and effort.
Morris took a sip of water to calm himself down a little.
If he can understand this knowledge, he will be able to invent his own magic.
This was what he truly longed for, rather than those fixed spells.
"Coo coo"
An owl hooted, and Fireworks appeared in the room, flapping Yanhua wings and landing in front of Morris.
"You mean someone is waiting for me outside?"
Morris immediately understood the meaning of the Yanhua.
Who would come looking for him at this time?
The Weasley Twins? Kyle?
They should have had direct access to the ship.
With questions in mind, Morris walked to the outermost wall and tapped it in a specific rhythm—three short taps, two long taps, and then one short tap.
Immediately afterwards, his body was lifted up by a gentle force, passing through the ship and bottle walls like a ghost, just like when he boarded the ship.
As soon as he reached the shore, Morris saw Dumbledore waving at him.
Today, the other person was wearing an exquisite silver robe with decorative patterns on the collar and cuffs, making it look like a formal gown rather than their usual attire.
"Hello, Morris." Dumbledore's voice was as gentle as ever.
Morris gave a slight bow, his gaze lingering for a moment on the other man's attire, before asking, "You just attended a banquet, Professor?"
Dumbledore glanced down at his robes and smiled. "Ah, this... I was practicing just now."
"Practise?"
"Yes." Dumbledore blinked. "I always need to prepare in advance for what's to come. That's not the point, Morris, how's your match preparation going?"
"Things went fairly smoothly," Morris said casually. "Would you like to come aboard my ship?"
"Of course." Dumbledore readily accepted the invitation.
Half a minute later, Morris and Dumbledore appeared in the living room of the Ship in a Bottle.
After Dumbledore stopped, his first words were. "That magic was very interesting."
He had once boarded Morris's Ship in a Bottle, but at that time the only way to get up was by climbing a ladder, which wasn't magical.
"I think so too," Morris chuckled, "But tinkering with this kind of impractical magic wasted a week of my time."
"All magic has its purpose," Dumbledore said, sitting down on the sofa and watching the television in front of him with interest.
Morris then took two slices of crepe ice cream cake he had bought from Muggle from the cooler and placed them on the table in front of the sofa.
One advantage of being a wizard is that they have special food storage magic to prevent food from spoiling.
Therefore, he can prepare a large amount of food at once so that he can enjoy it at any time.
For him, this was simply the magic he had always dreamed of.
Dumbledore's gaze fell on the two exquisite cakes, and his expression was very pleased.
If you were to pinpoint the most similar thing about Morris and him, it would probably be that they both have a deep love for sweets.
Ah, coming here was definitely the right choice.
Morris suddenly spoke up, "Professor, I'd like to ask you a question about magic."
Dumbledore was cutting a piece of cake with his fork and putting it in his mouth when he heard this. He looked up and stared at Morris with curiosity.
"Of course," he said lightly, "If I could answer that."
Morris immediately said, "How can I further enhance the power of the spell? For example, the Shield Charm."
After he finished speaking, he drew his wand and waved it lightly.
A transparent barrier appeared before him, emitting a low, almost inaudible hum.
Dumbledore put down his fork, his gaze falling on the light screen, examining it carefully for a few seconds.
"Very impressive," he said, his tone far from polite formality. "Even among Auror, few can do better than you."