Morris hadn't gone far when he saw a Unicorn pacing in a forest clearing, its white fur almost blending into the snow beneath its feet.
He gently patted the Undead Unicorn's neck. "Say hello and lure it over."
The Undead Unicorn let out a clear cry that echoed through the forest.
The ordinary Unicorn immediately raised its head, perked up its ears, and stared straight in their direction.
Soon, it calmly approached and stood before the Undead Unicorn.
The illusion worked.
"That's truly a powerful ability," Morris thought to himself.
It's important to know that Unicorn are among the most perceptive of all Magical Creatures, so deceiving them is no easy feat.
Just then, his owl Yanhua flew down and hooted as if to warn him.
Morris turned his head and saw a figure rapidly approaching.
From a distance, he looks like Professor Grubbly-Plank.
Alright, I'm outta here.
Now that the testing is complete, there's no need to stay any longer; it's rather cold today.
Morris patted the Undead Unicorn on the neck, and the unicorn immediately understood, giving a light push off the ground.
The Unicorn stared blankly as its kind soared into the sky; its mind simply couldn't comprehend the scene before it.
They... can fly?
Riding on the back of the Undead Unicorn, Morris looked down at the Forbidden Forest from the air, listening to the wind whistling past his ears, and couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy.
Sunlight shone on the white snow, reflecting a dazzling silver hue.
But the sun quickly disappeared, and before we knew it, light snow began to fall, gradually getting heavier and heavier, blurring our vision.
"Land," Morris said.
The Undead Unicorn responded immediately, landing on the ground, turning around, and starting its return journey.
As they neared the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Morris put away the Undead Unicorn and silently emerged from the bushes.
He knew this process inside and out.
After that, Morris headed towards the castle.
As he passed by Black Lake, he bumped into an acquaintance.
Phoebe Delacour.
The other person seemed to have been outside for some time; their long, silvery-white hair was covered in snowflakes, some of which had melted and looked damp.
"Good morning, Phoebe," Morris stopped and greeted her, "Out for a walk?"
"This weather is probably not suitable." After brushing the snow off her hair, Phoebe looked up at the increasingly heavy snowfall, her expression slightly helpless.
The weather here changes rapidly.
"Okay, you're right," Morris nodded. "Goodbye."
After he finished speaking, he turned to leave, but Phoebe grabbed his arm.
Morris paused, turned around, and looked at Phoebe with some surprise.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I came to see you," Phoebe said, sounding a little awkward. " Kyle Chesterfield told me you were coming this way."
It seemed the conversation was going to go on for a while, so Morris took out his wand and waved it at himself and Phoebe.
A transparent barrier appeared above their heads, like an invisible umbrella, blocking the falling snowflakes.
Phoebe looked up, her eyes filled with surprise.
"Speak, what's wrong?" Morris asked.
"Oh, is that so?" Phoebe smiled brightly. "I heard that tomorrow is Hogsmeade Visiting Day, so I'd like to find someone to go with."
"Me?" Morris said, "But I have something to do tomorrow."
That's an excuse.
To be honest, he'd rather stay in a warm room, studying magic or reading a book, and didn't want to go anywhere else.
Phoebe's smile froze on her face, seemingly not expecting to be rejected.
She sighed and muttered to herself, "Then who should I turn to?"
"Don't you have any friends?" Morris asked.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt like something was off.
Phoebe glared at him.
"Of course," she said, her tone a few degrees colder than before.
Sure enough, Morris sighed inwardly.
He has realized that he often says things that make people uncomfortable.
However, there was nothing he could do; he had already tried his best to change. To this end, he even bought a book called "How to Make Other Wizards Like You the First Words."
Okay, I'll go back and review it again today.
"Uh, sorry," Morris quickly changed the subject, "What time tomorrow? I'll be there on time."
Phoebe's tone brightened again, "We'll meet at the school gate at nine o'clock."
The next morning, Morris appeared at the school gate.
Nine o'clock precisely, not a minute more or less.
He is always very punctual.
Phoebe was already waiting there. Today she had changed into an inconspicuous gray robe, the same color as Morris's clothes, but even so, she was still dazzlingly beautiful.
Morris was thinking about what to say as an opening remark.
According to "How to Make Other Wizards Like You From the First Word," he should compliment the other person's outfit, but not too deliberately; it's best to say it naturally...
Hmm~ Never mind, never mind.
It doesn't quite fit his style.
After a brief greeting, the two walked side by side out of the school gate towards Hogsmeade. They were surrounded by groups of students, all seemingly in the same boat.
Upon arriving at Hogsmeade, Phoebe looked around and remarked, "It's so lucky that there's a shopping street around the school."
" Hogsmeade is indeed a good place to relax," Morris replied, the snow crunching under his feet.
"There aren't any pure wizard villages like that around my school," Phoebe said with a smile, "But the scenery there is much more beautiful. In spring, the whole valley is full of flowers, and we even have a manor where we can..."
The two chatted as they walked, strolling leisurely along the way.
The Honeydukes, Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, The Shrieking Shack...
After visiting a few places, they turned off the central avenue into a side street.
Phoebe didn't buy anything, but she was in high spirits. Suddenly, she pointed to a dirty house at the intersection and asked, "What's that place?"
Morris looked in the direction she was pointing and replied, " The Hog's Head, the name's on the sign."
A person who was wrapped up tightly came out from inside.
Phoebe frowned, seemingly not understanding why anyone would name a bar that way.
Morris asked, "Want to go in and take a look? Aside from being a little dirty, it's pretty normal inside."
Phoebe thought for a moment, then said, "Okay."
Although the place didn't seem very respectable, she was curious since Morris had said so.
Morris stepped forward, pushed open the wooden door that was probably older than him, and a smell that was probably the smell of mutton hit him.
The two walked in one after the other.
There weren't many customers inside, only a few tables were occupied, and almost half of the people were covering their faces.