Upon hearing Morris's boastful remarks, Snape merely raised an eyebrow slightly.
He changed the subject. "And Gryffindor around you?"
Does this refer to Fred and George? Or Harry and the others?
"I don't know." Morris shook his head, then couldn't help but add, "Professor, your warehouse... it's too easy for things to go missing. Perhaps what you should be doing now is strengthening the warehouse's security measures, rather than looking for the murderer."
There's an old saying that goes, "It's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost."
In his recollection, Hogwarts ' Potions supplies warehouse had lost items several times in recent years, and each time the matter was left unresolved.
Upon hearing this, Snape's face turned as black as the antidote Kyle had concocted incorrectly.
"Protective measures?" His tone was cold, but his voice was calm. "What kind of measures do you think should be implemented, our genius student? I'm sure you have some excellent ideas."
In fact, Snape knew in his heart that Morris was not wrong.
It was precisely because he had lost things more than once before that he frequently checked the warehouse; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have discovered the theft until next year.
Morris hadn't expected Snape to throw this question at him.
He's just a student, what does this have to do with him?
However, since Snape had asked, he felt it was best to answer seriously.
Protective measures...
Morris stroked his chin, suddenly remembering a little thing that might come in handy.
"Try this, Professor; it might come in handy."
As he spoke, he took two crystal balls out of his pocket and handed them over.
This was the Surveillance Crystal Ball he had previously commissioned the Weasley Twins to make for him.
Because the twins made so many, he still had several pairs left after he finished decorating his own Ship in a Bottle.
Snape hadn't expected Morris to actually produce something.
"What's it for?" He took the crystal ball and weighed it in his hand.
"It's called Surveillance Crystal Ball," Morris explained. "You can see everything happening around the other one from inside one of them."
Snape turned the two crystal balls over and over, and quickly figured out how to use the gadget.
Then he threw the two crystal balls back to Morris.
"Then," Snape said slowly, "The task of guarding the warehouse is temporarily assigned to you."
Morris was taken aback. "Why me?"
This was something he hadn't expected at all.
Snape ignored Morris's question and simply said in a flat tone, "If you can catch the culprit, I'll give you extra points at the end of the semester."
Morris was a little confused about what his Potions Professor was thinking.
However, he didn't care, since it didn't cost him anything.
"Okay, Professor, but I can't guarantee I'll catch the killer."
So, Morris inexplicably found himself with the job of guarding the Potions ingredient warehouse.
One Saturday evening, Professor Flitwick suddenly walked into the Ravenclaw lounge.
"Quiet down, quiet down!" He stood on a chair in the center and gathered everyone together.
The noise in the lounge gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes turned to their dean.
"I have an announcement to make," Professor Flitwick cleared his throat, " Hogwarts will be hosting a ball at Christmas. All students in their fourth year and above who remain at the school are required to participate. If any younger students wish to attend, they must be invited by a qualified student."
The lounge erupted in chaos.
Morris wasn't surprised that a dress was on his back-to-school list.
"Young people," Professor Flitwick winked at the students, a hint of excitement in his voice, "I hope you all find suitable dance partners before Christmas. And Morris..."
When Morris heard the professor call his name, he immediately went to the front.
"As Champion, you need to dance the opening dance with three other Champion, so confirm your dance partner as soon as possible, and it's best to do some preparation in advance, at least—uh—don't step on anyone's feet while dancing."
A burst of good-natured laughter echoed in the lounge.
Morris nodded. "I understand, Professor."
"Of course," Professor Flitwick added, "If you really can't dance, I can teach you. You probably wouldn't believe it, but I was particularly good at it when I was young."
"Thank you, Professor, but no need," Morris replied politely.
Although Professor Flitwick spoke with unwavering confidence, he didn't believe him.
He simply couldn't imagine Professor Flitwick dancing.
"Alright," Professor Flitwick said disappointedly, jumping off his chair and waving to everyone, "Not just Morris, but any of you who need help can come to me."
After he finished speaking, he quickly left the lounge.
The atmosphere in the lounge became even more lively.
A cacophony of chatter instantly filled every corner.
"A ball! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!"
Who are you planning to invite?
"I don't know... Do you think he'll invite me?"
"Who? Black? Don't even dream about it."
Kyle's eyes gleamed strangely as he grabbed Morris's shoulder. "Did you hear that, Morris? Prom 1"
"My hearing is fine." Morris removed his hand from his shoulder.
"So who are you planning to invite?" Kyle leaned closer. "Do you have someone in mind?"
As soon as the question was asked, the ears of the people around him perked up.
With his handsome looks, excellent grades, and impeccable manners, Morris was undoubtedly one of the most popular boys among the girls, especially after he won the first round of the Triwizard Tournament.
"Not yet." Morris shook his head honestly.
He didn't really care about it.
It's just a dance; I'll find a girl I like later.
He didn't think he would have trouble finding a dance partner; someone might just come and invite him soon.
Just as he was thinking this, a rather robust-looking female student broke away from the crowd and strode up to him.
" Black!" the girl said crisply. "Would you like to come to the dance with me?"
"Thank you," Morris said, glancing at the other man's arm, which was thicker than his own thigh, without batting an eye, "But I refuse."
He didn't know this person at all.
The girl didn't say much, just gave a regretful look, and turned to leave.
But the surrounding chatter did not subside, and people continued to glance in their direction from time to time.
At that moment, Marietta, who was in the crowd, spoke up.
"I'm afraid Morris already has someone in mind," she said to those around her. "Have you all forgotten that photo in the Daily Prophet?"
Upon hearing this, everyone had an expression of sudden realization.
Yes, isn't Morris with Phoebe?
Morris suddenly felt that all the gazes directed at him had vanished.
Never mind, he didn't want to explain, so that's fine.