After breakfast, Morris decided to go to the library to read. Recently, the Hogwarts Library had acquired a batch of books from abroad, which he found very interesting.
As soon as he entered the library, Madam Pince glared at him with a sharp, self-assured look.
The librarians here keep a close eye on everyone who enters to prevent them from making a scene or damaging the books.
Because most students were in class at the time, the library was very empty, with only a few Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students.
Morris saw Krum.
He sat in the most secluded corner of the library, surrounded by a pile of books, completely absorbed in them.
Just as Morris knew, Krum spent almost all his time in the library.
Morris walked over and struck up a conversation. " Krum, what are you looking at?"
Krum looked up, saw it was him, and smiled.
" Human Transfiguration," he said frankly, without hiding anything, "I've been studying this subject in depth ever since the last competition."
In his opinion, the Transfiguration he used last time was a failure.
Morris glanced at the books in front of Krum and said, "Then I recommend you look at the top book on the third shelf, ' Notes on Transfiguration,' by Elphick. It might be helpful."
Krum looked at him with some surprise. "Thank you."
Morris thought the conversation was over and was about to turn and leave when Krum suddenly seemed to remember something and stood up from his seat.
"Come with me for a moment," he said in a low voice.
Morris raised an eyebrow, offering no refusal.
The other person's mysterious demeanor must mean they have something important to tell him.
Krum pulled him to the depths of the aisle between the two rows of bookshelves, a dimly lit place away from Madam Pince, a good spot for conversation.
"I have a question for you." Krum's expression was much more serious than before.
"Go on," Morris said, his casual expression vanishing as he was affected by the other person's aura.
Krum hesitated before asking, "What's going on with Harry Potter and Hermione?"
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Morris's expression immediately turned strange.
He hadn't expected Krum to pull him into a corner and ask him this.
"You didn't read what was in the newspaper, did you?" Morris chuckled. "Don't believe any of that, it's all fake."
Logically speaking, a celebrity like Krum should have long been used to the media's fabrications.
He suddenly realized that the power of public opinion might be greater than he had imagined.
Krum breathed a slight sigh of relief, and the tension on his face dissipated considerably.
"I understand." His tone was still low, but much lighter than before.
After that, Morris spent some time quietly reading in the library.
Of all the books from abroad, the only one that interested him was an introduction to alchemy.
Morris approached Madam Pince with the book in his hand. "May I borrow it?"
Madam Pince took the book, habitually checked it for creases or stains, and then stamped it with a click.
"Return it within two weeks," she reminded him.
"Knew."
Morris put the book in his pocket and left the library.
He walked down the corridor, turned a few corners, and went up the stairs, where he found three people standing on the platform: Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
They were huddled together chatting about something.
Morris's footsteps startled them, and all three looked up at the same time.
" Morris," Harry greeted first, his tone relatively normal.
"Hello," Morris said.
Ron suddenly stepped forward and asked, " Morris, have Fred and George made a lot of money lately?"
He knew that Morris had a good relationship with his two older brothers.
Morris glanced at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"I was just wondering," Ron said. "They bought a lot of stuff at the Hogsmeade general store, a lot, over a hundred Galleon. I'm wondering where that money came from..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already clear.
"It's probably jealousy," Morris thought.
Hermione clearly understood Ron's thoughts and stared at him as she said, "You should trust your two brothers, Ron."
Ron was momentarily speechless, his lips moved, but he finally muttered softly, "It's not that I don't trust them..."
Morris said casually, "They've struck a deal with the Ministry of Magic, so I think they should be financially comfortable right now."
He had barely finished speaking when Hermione suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes lit up slightly.
"Was it those devices on the lake field that we saw during the Triwizard Tournament?" she asked quickly, her voice brimming with excitement. "I remember Mr. Bagman mentioning their names during the game—I thought I misheard him."
Morris nodded. "That's right."
Ron and Harry both widened their eyes.
" The Ministry of Magic?" Ron asked incredulously. " Fred and George? Doing business with the Ministry of Magic?"
Hermione ignored him and turned to Morris instead, "How much does one of those devices cost? I want one to study too."
"You'll have to ask Fred or George," Morris said. "I wasn't involved."
Hermione nodded thoughtfully.
Ron sighed, looking worried, and said, "What can I do to make money?"
Upon hearing this, none of the people present spoke immediately.
"We're only in fourth grade," Hermione reminded us. "We have a long way to go before graduation, you don't need to worry about jobs so early."
"So what?" Ron scoffed, looking at Morris. "What do you think, Morris? Is there any way?"
Morris stroked his chin.
He knew that Ron was always troubled by his poverty and had a very strong sense of pride, so he would never accept charity from others.
He really wanted to point Ron in the right direction, but couldn't think of a solution that would be particularly suitable for him in the short term.
Morris said, "Take it one step at a time, Ron. If you want to make money, you need to know what you're good at."
Ron covered his face in despair, his voice muffled as it escaped through his fingers, "But I just don't know what I'm good at!"
It might be sad to say, but he doesn't think he has anything particularly outstanding about him.
Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, unsure of what to say.
Unlike Ron, they didn't have such great financial pressure, so they couldn't truly understand his anxiety at that moment.
"Uh... Ron, you're pretty good at Wizard's Chess," Harry suddenly said.
"But I can't make money off this!" Ron sighed again.
Morris shrugged.
He couldn't help Ron either.
If the other person asks him for money, he will definitely lend it to them.
Sometimes, pride can only have negative effects.