Harry and Morris both looked in the direction from which the sound came.
" Sirius!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.
Sirius was walking briskly toward them, a slight smile on his face, looking to be in a good mood.
"I haven't seen you for the past two days." Harry went up to you.
"After all, I don't teach you. Moody doesn't let me interfere with his classes at all, but he told me you're doing very well in class." Sirius shrugged, then lowered his voice and asked, " Harry, do you know what the first competition is about?"
"A dragon," Harry answered immediately.
Sirius immediately raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps I'm a little late; you don't need me anymore."
As he spoke, he glanced at Morris beside him.
"You know about the competition too?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"I heard it from Moody," Sirius said dismissively. "I'm sure Karkaroff and Maxime have also heard it. The Ministry of Ministry of Magic's secrecy isn't very good."
Harry was suddenly moved – he wasn't fighting alone; many people were trying to help him.
"So what are your plans?" Sirius continued, "Knowing about fire dragons isn't enough."
" Morris and I were just discussing this," Harry said.
Sirius immediately turned to Morris.
Morris shrugged. "Don't worry about me. My spells should be enough to handle a fire dragon, unless they bring a whole bunch."
Okay, you win.
Seeing Morris's confident demeanor, Sirius smirked but didn't say anything more.
This guy doesn't need to worry; he should be thinking about how to help his adorable godson get through this difficult time.
When facing a fire dragon, survival is the top priority; winning the match is secondary.
Sirius and Harry immediately began discussing it.
Morris said hello and turned to leave.
Harry no longer needs his help.
However, he was still grateful that Harry was willing to share this news with him.
After breakfast, Morris returned to the Ship in a Bottle and lay down on the sofa.
Come to think of it, he has never encountered a truly living fire dragon.
I wonder how the fire dragon compares in strength to his Bone Dragon.
Given his current skill level, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to handle.
After resting for a while, Morris resumed his study of magic.
In the past two days, he finally managed to invent an experimental magical Shadow Veil by studying the contents of the Book of the Mage.
The effect of this magic is simple: it creates a large amount of black smoke to obscure the enemy's vision.
However, unlike ordinary smoke magic, the black mist released by the Shadow Veil can also interfere with a person's perception.
In other words, those who venture into this fog will not only be unable to see, but their senses will also be diminished.
Hearing, touch, smell...
Morris stood up and waved his right hand, " Shadow Veil!"
A thick cloud of black mist surged from his body, rapidly spreading outwards and swallowing the light.
In just a few seconds, the entire living room was plunged into complete darkness.
Of course, as the master of the black mist, Morris not only did not lose his vision within it, but actually saw more clearly than usual.
As he walked around the living room, he could clearly sense that his magic was being constantly depleted.
The rate at which it was consumed was astonishingly fast, but that was normal, after all, this was only his first spell, and there was still a lot of room for optimization and upgrades.
A spell model is like a program; you not only need to make it fulfill your needs, but also make it run as efficiently as possible, and without any bugs.
Five minutes later, Morris withdrew the black mist.
The black fog quickly dissipated, and sunlight shone through the window again, falling on the blue carpet. Everything was exactly the same as before.
Morris rubbed his forehead.
Although the time was short, he had already consumed nearly half of the magic power in his body.
He planned to try using this magic against the fire dragon during the match.
The next day at noon, as Morris ate in the dining hall, all the Ravenclaw students around him stared nervously at him. Everyone knew that the Triwizard Tournament would take place that afternoon.
Even Morris would find it difficult to completely ignore those self-illuminating lights under such circumstances.
One or two wouldn't be so bad, but if the whole academy is like this... it's kind of creepy.
He put down his fork and looked around.
After a brief silence, Qiu Zhang across from him spoke up, "I hope everything goes well, Morris."
Morris nodded. "Thank you."
Kyle walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder hard. "Keep it up!"
Afterwards, the other Ravenclaw also sent their blessings.
Morris responded to each of them.
This feeling isn't bad.
Not long after, Professor Flitwick walked up to him.
" Morris, come with me, we need to get to the playing field now."
"Good."
Morris stood up and looked at Professor Flitwick, noticing that the latter seemed even more nervous than he was Professor Flitwick's left hand was tightly gripping his robe, and his gait was somewhat stiff.
They left the castle and headed towards the Forbidden Forest.
Professor Flitwick tried his best to keep his voice steady. "Don't be nervous, Morris. You are the best student I've ever seen. Trust me, this competition won't be difficult for you."
Morris, however, was relaxed. "I'm not nervous, Professor, and I'll win the game."
Professor Flitwick glanced at him and finally relaxed a little.
"That's good," he rambled on, "But you must ensure your safety. Your safety is far more important than the competition; I don't want..."
The two eventually arrived at a tent.
"Go inside, son. Bagman will explain the situation." Flitwick rubbed his eyes after saying this.
This professor always has a lot of emotions.
Morris nodded, bent down, lifted the tent flap, and went inside.
The space inside was naturally enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm, and the other three Champion had already arrived, sitting in a row on the benches.
Ludo was walking among them, clapping and talking, his face beaming with a bright smile.
In contrast, the Champion players didn't look too good, clearly feeling nervous about the upcoming game.
Phoebe stared blankly at the ceiling, her gaze unfocused, lost in thought; Krum's expression was more somber than usual, and he kept fidgeting with his fingers; Harry, on the other hand, had a serious expression, his head bowed and remained silent.
"Ah, Morris!" Ludo walked over as soon as he saw Morris, led him to Phoebe's side, and said happily, "Sit down and rest for a while. I'll explain the match to you once most of the audience has arrived. For now, let's keep a little suspense."
Morris sat up obediently and took a book out of his pocket to start reading.
Ludo immediately leaned closer, bent down, and asked curiously, "What are you looking at, Morris?"
Morris casually closed the book, revealing the title. "One Hundred Little Tricks to Make a Witch Beautiful and Elegant."
Yes, it's this book again.