Afterwards, Ludo informed everyone of some important points to note regarding the match.
However, he didn't reveal a single word about the challenges the Champion would face.
"It's all to create an air of mystery," Ludo said. "What do you think, Mrs. Heap?"
Mrs. Heap gave a polite smile in response.
Everyone else kept their distance from her, probably because they couldn't stand the smell of her perfume, but she herself seemed completely unconcerned.
The meeting ended quickly.
As Morris left, he saw the Weasley Twins being called over by Fudge.
"We've got a big order!" Fred whispered to him, barely able to contain his excitement.
Morris later learned that they had sold the Surveillance Crystal Ball to the Ministry of Magic.
A month has quietly passed.
During this time, Morris was either in class or staying in his Ship in a Bottle.
He already has twelve skeleton workers, who can condense about five hundred energy crystals from the Gap World every day.
This number is not entirely accurate, but it is generally stable, with an error margin of no more than fifty percent.
This is terrifying efficiency.
In just one month, he had accumulated more than 10,000 energy crystals.
With resources at his disposal, Morris began to ponder how to use them to enhance his own strength or to research some interesting magic.
One Sunday.
"So it really won't work?"
In the ritual room of the Ship in a Bottle, Morris frowned as he looked at the scene before him.
A magic circle for an Undead Creature Advancement Ritual was drawn on the ground.
What is taking place at this moment is the fifth-level advancement ceremony for Guantou.
The principle behind the advancement ritual is not complicated: it involves gathering energy together and ultimately transforming it into a "catalyst" that allows undead creatures to advance.
As it turns out, this "catalyst" has an upper limit.
The grayish-black mist merely swirled around the Guantou; it wasn't absorbed, or rather, even if absorbed, it had no effect whatsoever. It simply lingered briefly inside the Guantou before being expelled intact and dissipated into the air.
Therefore, if the Guantou wants to go further, it must find other methods or improve the current version's advancement ritual.
As Morris pondered this, he stopped the ceremony.
The Guantou stepped out of the magic circle, its face full of regret.
Morris suddenly crouched down and examined it closely.
"Aren't you a little different, Guantou?" he asked.
Recently, the expressions on Guantou's face have become visibly more varied.
Simply put, it makes you look more like a human.
Morris reached out and pinched the skin on both sides of Guantou's cheeks.
"Meow!"
The Guantou food took a step back.
Morris suddenly sensed a magical fluctuation emanating from it.
The next second, to his astonishment, the Guantou stood up straight, and its body structure underwent a subtle change.
It stood upright, its hind legs firmly planted on the ground, and its two front paws hanging naturally at its sides, looking like a little person wearing a fluffy cat coat.
This sight reminded Morris of a movie he had seen in a past life called Puss in Boots.
The shape of the Guantou now resembles the main character inside.
" Transfiguration?" Morris asked.
The Guantou nodded happily.
It transformed its body into a form more suited to upright walking—its body curves became smoother, its tail position shifted slightly upwards, its limbs became longer, and its fingers became more flexible.
Morris asked curiously, "Why did it have to become like this?"
Meow~
Do you think this is more convenient?
"Meow!"
Morris's expression became even stranger.
However, this isn't necessarily a bad thing; as long as his pet is happy.
He didn't pay much attention, bent down to pick up the Guantou, walked out of the ceremony room, and came to the living room.
On the living room table, a pot was bubbling away, filling the air with a sweet, calming aroma.
That's Felix Felicis.
Morris put the Guantou on the ground, and the other immediately ran to the bookshelf, jumped up, and skillfully pulled out a thick " Advanced Potions Illustrated Guide " from the middle with its paws.
You know what, this design is definitely more convenient.
Morris nodded to himself and walked to the Felix Felicis, the liquid inside of which was a clear, pale gold color.
He had been very interested in Felix Felicis for a long time.
The concept of a potion that brings good luck is captivating enough to tempt any wizard.
The pot of Morris Felix Felicis in front of us has been simmering for two weeks, but its preparation time is so insane that it takes a full six months.
Moreover, if there is any mistake, this potion, whose raw materials alone cost several thousand Galleon Potions, will be completely wasted.
Headache.
Morris rubbed his temples.
The good news is that he has Yanhua to help monitor the status of Felix Felicis, so he can be notified immediately if anything goes wrong, without having to stay by its side all the time.
After checking the Felix Felicis, Morris instructed the Guantou, "I'm going to the castle, Guantou. Remember to clean the room."
The Guantou immediately cried out, put down its book, and started working.
When Morris left the Ship in a Bottle, it was already noon.
On his way to the restaurant, he ran into Snape.
"Hello, Professor Snape," he greeted simply.
Snape nodded at him, expressionless, and quickly walked away, exuding an aura of "don't talk to me."
Morris keenly sensed that Snape must be in a very bad mood.
But it shouldn't have anything to do with him. He hasn't offended the other party recently, and he rarely even asks the other party for advice on Potions.
He turned and left.
Inside the restaurant, the long tables of the four colleges were filled with students, their chatter and laughter creating a noisy atmosphere.
Morris walked over to Kyle, sat down, and picked up a piece of bread.
You're a little late today.
Kyle picked up a newspaper from the long table and handed it to Morris, saying casually, "This is today's Daily Prophet. A group of Werewolf recently attacked several junior wizards outside."
Before he could finish speaking, a Gryffindor boy burst in, shouting, " Professor Snape and Professor Sirius are fighting! Right at the door!"
The entire restaurant fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to the Gryffindor student.
The boy shrank back and silently ran back to his college's long table.
At the same time, several people stood up from the tables of Gryffindor and Slytherin and ran towards the door.
Kyle leaned closer and asked, "Would you like to go see what's going on, Morris?"
Morris took a bite of the sweet bread and chewed it twice.
Hmm... Shall we go see a play?
As we all know, eating melon seeds is an instinct ingrained in human genes.
"Walk."