As the Bone Dragon drew closer, Morris realized that the red figure was Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes.
The Bone Dragon landed on the grass in front of Morris, carrying the energy crystal in its mouth and swishing its tail proudly.
Fawkes landed on a nearby tree, tilting his head to warily observe the Bone Dragon.
A moment later, as if he had made up his mind, Fawkes let out a sharp cry, spread his wings, and swooped down toward the Bone Dragon.
The Bone Dragon reacted extremely quickly, dodging Fawkes's pounce with a somersault, and then soared into the sky.
Fawkes followed closely behind, and the two figures became entangled in mid-air.
Morris found this rather strange.
Is this a joke?
No, it doesn't seem like it.
Fawkes's intentions were clearly aggressive.
why is that?
But the Bone Dragon seemed to treat this as some kind of chase game, nimbly flipping and leaping in the air, occasionally turning back to shake its head and taunt Fawkes.
That smug look of his, I wonder who he learned it from.
" Fawkes!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out beside Morris.
Dumbledore had somehow appeared beside him.
Upon hearing the call, Fawkes immediately flew to Dumbledore's shoulder and landed.
Seeing that the game was over, the Bone Dragon returned to Morris's side.
"Professor," Morris stood up after grabbing the Bone Dragon, asking with some confusion, "What's wrong with Fawkes? Has he gone mad?"
I don't think so.
Dumbledore looked seriously at the Bone Dragon in Morris's hand and said, " Fawkes senses an incomplete soul within it."
"An incomplete soul?" Morris frowned.
"That's right." Dumbledore slowly, his tone heavy. "Incomplete souls are generally considered dangerous and evil. I think that's why Fawkes is somewhat agitated."
"You're mistaken, Professor." Morris shook his head and said decisively, "At least I can't create a soul out of thin air. What this little fellow has is merely the will I've bestowed upon him, not a soul in the true sense of the word."
He had conducted in-depth research on his undead creatures and knew very well what kind of beings they were.
Bone Dragon don't have any so-called souls.
Moreover, Dumbledore and Fawkes had seen his Bone Dragon before, so why did they notice something unusual this time?
Could it be because the Bone Dragon has advanced?
At that moment, Fawkes called out again.
Dumbledore listened intently, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "I see."
Morris looked at him with some confusion. "What is it now?"
" Fawkes said it was wrong," Dumbledore said lightly. "Now it has realized its mistake."
Morris felt somewhat bewildered at the time.
What's wrong with this silly bird?
" Morris," Dumbledore's voice suddenly turned serious, "Manipulating souls is an evil thing, and I hope you never try it."
"Of course." Morris shrugged.
Regarding the soul, he only knows one related magic so far, and that is the Enslavement Mark.
He once used this magic to enslave fragments of Voldemort's soul.
Hiss~
Thinking about it carefully, it does seem quite evil.
However, this did remind him.
He had almost forgotten about this magic recently; perhaps it was time to pick it up again and study it anew.
Magic targeting the soul is undoubtedly worthy of in-depth study.
"Did you really understand what I said?" Dumbledore asked again, interrupting Morris's thoughts.
Morris smiled slightly. "Don't you trust me, Professor?"
He thought for a moment, then took out his wand and gently waved it towards the sky, " Expecto Patronum!"
The Patronus Charm is undoubtedly the simplest way to prove that you haven't been affected by Dark Magic.
The silvery-white raven Patronus immediately circled above the courtyard.
Dumbledore nodded slightly upon seeing this.
"I really like this magic," he said, "Because it reveals the user's inner state. When a person's state of mind undergoes a significant change, their Patronus also changes accordingly."
He looked up at the silver raven, which was scattering shimmering silver specks of light downwards.
"Stay true to yourself is the most important thing," Morris agreed. "I've always thought so."
"Very good." Dumbledore the subject, asking casually, "Are you confident about the Triwizard Tournament?"
confidence?
Morris shrugged, his tone incredibly relaxed. "I will bring the Champion back to Hogwarts, Professor."
Dumbledore seemed to have anticipated Morris's answer, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
But then he frowned, as if troubled by something.
Morris noticed this detail and asked, "What happened?"
Dumbledore frankly stated, "I'm worried about unexpected things happening during the game."
Accident?
Morris paused slightly, taken aback.
"What accident?" he asked.
"Someone told me," Dumbledore said calmly, "That in the final match of the Triwizard Tournament, someone will actually die, and not because of the match itself."
Morris frowned deeply.
This statement...
"Is it Professor Trelawney's Prophecy?" he asked directly.
"You're very perceptive." Dumbledore nodded, slightly surprised.
"Alright," Morris thought to himself, just as he expected.
Trelawney had a penchant for Prophecy other people's deaths.
However, judging from Dumbledore's expression, this Prophecy is quite credible.
But why was Dumbledore talking to him about this?
"So what do you want me to do?" he asked.
Dumbledore looked into Morris's eyes and said softly, "Would you mind looking after the other three Champion?"
Morris was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.
He had initially thought Dumbledore was simply advising him to be mindful of his own safety.
"I'm just an ordinary student, and one of the participants at that," Morris reminded him.
"Is that so?" Dumbledore smiled meaningfully and said slowly, "No one can treat you as an ordinary student anymore, Morris."
Morris remained noncommittal.
Dumbledore took a half step forward, closer to Morris, and said gently, "Protect the other three Champion, okay? They are all your friends. Of course, I'm not asking you to give up the match, but there are some things I think are more important than winning or losing."
"They are all my friends, and I will naturally help them if I should," Morris said, then asked curiously, "But Professor, why don't you go and protect them yourself?"
In his view, Dumbledore definitely more reliable than himself.
Is it simply because the other side is the referee, and it's inconvenient for them to step onto the field?
This is unreasonable.
Upon hearing Morris's question, Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile. " Professor Trelawney specifically chose you; only you can change the outcome."