Morris went to great lengths to send the Surveillance Crystal Ball into outer space.
He created a small Ship in a Bottle, engraved it with runes needed for space travel, and then fixed Surveillance Crystal Ball inside.
It sounds simple, but it took a lot of Morris's brainpower.
Fortunately, the results were good; he has successfully delivered several Surveillance Crystal Ball.
Unfortunately, he had no way to remotely control those Surveillance Crystal Ball; he could only let them drift aimlessly in one direction until their magic ran out.
This can be seen as preparation for future space travel.
Although he initially founded " Explorers " on a whim, he did indeed want to try to enter space through magic.
"Is this our planet?" Gabrielle suddenly asked.
She tilted her head back, her long silver hair, the same style as Phoebe's, fluttering in the wind, her eyes full of curiosity.
Morris crouched down to be at her eye level.
"That's right," he said gently, handing the crystal ball to the other person. "Take a closer look."
Gabrielle took the crystal ball, holding it carefully in both hands, her eyes fixed intently on the image inside.
Morris saw longing in those eyes.
"Would you like to go and see beyond our planet?" he suddenly asked.
Gabrielle looked up and nodded without hesitation, "Yes."
Children's fantasies about the universe are always the purest.
A smile involuntarily appeared on Morris's lips.
It seems we share the same idea.
As he spoke, he handed the photo album he was holding to Gabrielle.
Gabrielle asked, puzzled, "This is...?"
"A gift for you." Morris winked at her. "When you grow up, come to me. I'll take you to real space then, it's a promise."
Gabrielle carefully took the atlas. "I'll remember it."
Upon hearing this, Phoebe immediately became alert. " Gabrielle is already a student at Beauxbatons, Morris. She won't transfer to Hogwarts."
She realized that Morris wanted to kidnap her sister.
Another week has passed in the blink of an eye, and there are still two and a half months until the final event of the Triwizard Tournament.
Ship in a Bottle, a ceremonial room.
Morris looked up at the Bone Dragon before him, a smile playing on his lips.
Just now, he completed the third and fourth tier advancement rituals for the Bone Dragon.
Like the undead creatures before it, the Bone Dragon's body has now been reshaped.
Unlike the Undead Unicorn, the Bone Dragon did not grow flesh and blood; it remained in its skeletal form.
The bones had become even stronger, and their surface gleamed with a colder sheen.
Morris reached out his hand, Bone Dragon immediately lowered its head, bringing its massive skull close to his side.
How are you feeling?
The soul fire in the Bone Dragon's eye sockets flickered.
Morris understood.
It means it's good.
Better than ever.
"Let's test it out then."
Morris waved his hand. " Bone Summoning Spell!"
Bone spikes emerged from the air and clattered against the Bone Dragon's skull, yet they didn't even leave a scratch.
Instead, the bone spurs shattered and scattered all over the ground.
The Bone Dragon's physical strength has now reached an extremely terrifying level.
Morris nodded in satisfaction and then asked, "Did you gain any special abilities?"
The Bone Dragon shook its head, then moved.
It seemed as if it had been subjected to Shrinking Charm, and its body began to shrink continuously.
A few seconds later, the enormous Bone Dragon had shrunk to the size of only two of Morris's fists, resembling a delicate little figurine.
The miniature Bone Dragon raised its head, looked up at Morris, and breathed out a small flame.
Morris immediately understood that this was the Bone Dragon's new ability.
He picked up the Bone Dragon and put it in his pocket.
The miniature Bone Dragon poked half its head out from the edge of the pocket, curiously looking around.
"Don't move." Morris gently pressed it back down with his fingers.
The Bone Dragon obediently shrank into the depths of the pocket and quieted down.
Frankly, Morris thought this ability was pretty useless. If portability was the issue, wouldn't it be much easier to just put it in Undead Creature Containment Magic Circle?
He patted his pockets, turned, and walked out of the ceremony room.
Outside the window, the sun has just risen; it's breakfast time.
A dozen minutes later, Morris arrived at the restaurant and sat down in his usual spot.
The long table in Ravenclaw was already quite full, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.
Just as Morris picked up his fork, Kyle leaned over, holding two rolls of newspaper in his hand.
"Here you go, Morris." Kyle handed one of the newspapers to Morris, frowning. "I don't know why they sent me two copies. I only ordered one... I hope they don't make me pay more."
"Thanks."
Morris chewed on his bacon as he took the newspaper and began to read it leisurely.
The Daily Prophet is still filled with a large number of false reports written by Rita Skeeter, and the fabricated gossip about Hermione and others still exists.
It seems that although Hermione has learned of Rita's illegal Animagus identity, she has not yet taken any action.
Morris was very curious about how Hermione would retaliate.
Based on his understanding of Hermione, he knew she wouldn't hold back for long.
Turning to the last page of the newspaper, a news item caught Morris's attention.
... With the introduction of Mr. Ludo Mr. Bagman, Department of Magical Games and Sports, Mrs. Heap officially joined the preparations for the Triwizard Tournament.
"As far as I know, Mrs. Heap is a Fantastic Beasts trader. Why would Mr. Bagman allow someone with no experience like her to join the preparations for the Triwizard Tournament? Is there some kind of shady deal behind this?"
"I think this story begins with Mr. Bagman's love life..."
Then came a whole bunch of random, nonsensical content.
Morris glanced at the author of the article instinctively.
It wasn't Rita Skeeter?
However, this is not surprising, Daily Prophet is not Rita Skeeter's territory alone.
Mrs. Heap...
Morris had already forgotten what the person looked like, only remembering that the person had a very pungent perfume smell.
But since he's a trader of Fantastic Beasts, does that mean there will be a large number of Fantastic Beasts appearing in the final competition?
Just as he was pondering the competition, the students around him suddenly started walking away.
"Oh no, class is about to start." Kyle jumped to his feet, his relaxed expression instantly replaced by panic. "The next class is Snape's, we need to hurry!"
Morris picked up the Pumpkin Juice, took another sip, and said slowly, "I'm not going."
I really envy you.
Kyle muttered something to himself and ran off without looking back.
Morris leisurely finished his breakfast.