The Golden Egg spun around in everyone's hands before finally returning to Morris's.
Qiu Zhang asked curiously, "How exactly do you use this Golden Egg?"
" Mr. Bagman only said that the clue to the next match is in there," Morris explained.
"Then let's open it and take a look now." Kyle immediately became interested, his eyes filled with curiosity.
Morris nodded.
He doesn't have much to hide.
"Hurry up, hurry up," Kyle urged.
Without hesitation, Morris placed the Golden Egg on the ground, drew his wand, and shouted, " Diffindo!"
A beam of light shot from the tip of his wand, striking the Golden Egg precisely.
However, only a few cracks appeared on the Golden Egg.
Morris frowned slightly upon seeing this.
This thing is harder than he imagined.
" Morris," Kyle reminded him somewhat uncertainly, " the Golden Egg shouldn't have opened like that; I noticed a dent on it."
Morris put away his wand, picked up the Golden Egg and examined it closely, and sure enough, he found a noticeable dent on it.
He immediately pressed down on the dent and tried to pull it outwards.
The next second, a clicking sound rang out, and the cracks on the Golden Egg rapidly spread outwards.
"It's going to break," Morris said dismissively.
The Golden Egg shattered into a pile of fragments in his hand as soon as he finished speaking.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp, piercing, and unpleasant howl surged into everyone's ears from all directions, making everyone's scalp tingle.
Kyle, his face contorted in pain, covered his ears and screamed, " Morris! It's a voice inside!"
No explanation was needed; Morris understood this perfectly well.
"Think of something quick!" a student shouted. "Or someone should go to the professor!"
Morris waved his wand helplessly, casting a Bubble-Head Charm on every student present.
Transparent bubbles immediately enveloped everyone's heads.
While it couldn't completely block out the howling, it at least reduced the ear-piercing volume to a tolerable level.
" Reparo!"
Immediately afterwards, Morris cast a Mending Charm on the fragment in his hand.
A few seconds later, the Golden Egg was perfectly intact.
But the howling did not stop, nor did it show any sign of stopping.
Just then, Professor Flitwick rushed over from the stairwell, running very fast.
The terrifying sound seemed to have no effect on him; he calmly raised his wand and deftly flicked his wrist a few times.
Soon, the sounds in the room gradually subsided and eventually disappeared completely.
"Can anyone tell me what happened?" Professor Flitwick walked to the center of the group, his expression serious.
Morris stepped forward and explained.
After hearing this, Professor Flitwick's expression immediately softened, and he even smiled happily.
He tapped Morris's leg with his wand and said, "Too reckless, Morris. Quickly check your Golden Egg; its contents may have already vanished."
Morris looked down at the Golden Egg in his hand.
Without a doubt, it's empty inside.
Sure enough, when he opened the egg again, nothing happened.
The clues are gone.
Fortunately, even so, Morris believed that the second game would not be too difficult for him.
After that, Morris's life returned to normal.
During this period, he basically did only one thing: perfect his Shadow Veil Magic.
Apart from that, it's just regular classes.
In a Potions Class.
"I can't believe it," Snape said angrily, standing on the podium. "Not a single one of you has been able to complete the task I assigned, not even halfway. Especially you, Mr. Chesterfield, your Antidote Number Nine smells like rotten eggs."
Snape seemed unusually irritable today.
After being reprimanded, Kyle simply shrank back and remained silent.
When Snape started school, he assigned them the task of developing antidotes for more than a dozen poisons within one or two months—something no ordinary fourth-year student could possibly accomplish.
Honestly, he's done a very good job.
Except for Antidote No. 9, everything else went well.
Why are you focusing on him?
Look at the other students; apart from Morris, none of them could even finish half of the antidote.
Oh, right, after inspecting the Potions that Morris had brewed—which he considered perfect— Snape simply said, " Ravenclaw, ten points."
However, this was of no use, because they had already deducted ten points from Ravenclaw.
It's like letting out a fart – all that going back and forth is like that.
"That's so unfair," Kyle whispered to Morris. "I'm sure none of the Slytherin students meet his standards, but Snape would never deduct points from them."
Morris could only shrug helplessly.
This is Snape.
Even though he was highly regarded by his classmates, Ravenclaw consistently lost more points than he gained in Potions Class.
" Morris Black," Snape said suddenly, "Come to my office after class."
His tone was very calm, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Kyle turned to Morris again and sighed, "What have you done now? Why is he looking for you again?"
"I don't know." Morris closed the book in front of him. "Maybe it's a good thing."
Snape would occasionally ask him to help brew some medicine or process some medicinal herbs, treating him as an assistant.
Morris wasn't sure why he'd been called this time, but it probably wasn't anything important.
Soon, the bell rang, and Morris put away the antidote that Snape had examined.
"See you in the lounge." Kyle left the classroom immediately after saying this.
Morris followed Snape into the other man's office.
Snape's office remained unchanged, sparsely decorated, somewhat damp, and permeated with the scent of herbs.
Morris leisurely chose an armchair and sat down, asking, "Professor, what brings you here?"
Snape glanced at him and said coldly, "I thought you knew."
Morris was slightly taken aback.
Do you understand?
Understand what?
"Something's gone from my supplies warehouse," Snape said, staring at Morris. " African Tree Snake, Lacewing Flies. I suspect whoever stole them is trying to brew Polyjuice Potion."
Morris frowned slightly. "Professor, you don't think I took it, do you?"
To be honest, he did have a criminal record, but that was a long time ago.
Snape did not answer, but said calmly, "The headmaster ordered me to investigate everyone who is a suspect."
Morris shook his head helplessly.
"Professor," he sighed, "Perhaps you are unaware, but now hundreds or even thousands of Galleon are being deposited into my Gringotts account every day..."
What I'm trying to say is, I'm very rich.
"Although the raw materials for Polyjuice Potion are not cheap, I can afford them completely."