Upon hearing Morris's words, everyone present exchanged bewildered glances.
Dumbledore wasn't in a hurry. He said, "Perhaps it's not too late. Morris, I formally invite you to join the Order of the Phoenix."
Not too late?
Morris stroked his chin. "Can I refuse?"
"Alright," Dumbledore nodded, speaking gently. "Although you know about our base, I trust you won't tell anyone else."
"Hmm..." Morris pondered for a moment, then asked, "What will I get by joining the Order of the Phoenix?"
Sirius and Lupin hesitated, as if they wanted to say something but then stopped.
"You'll gain nothing," Dumbledore replied immediately, "And you'll even put yourself in danger."
Morris thought for a moment.
That's really true.
but..
"I agree," Morris said.
Let's just consider it as helping Dumbledore, since he owes him a favor from before.
"Very good." Dumbledore smiled easily. "Your joining us is essential."
He clapped.
"This kid looks quite young, probably a student? Is it really a good idea to let him join the Order of the Phoenix?"
A voice came from the side; it was a wizard wearing a purple top hat, whose eyes swept over Morris several times.
Everyone turned to look at him.
Many people here are unaware of Morris's abilities, so it's normal for there to be some skepticism.
Sirius leaned against the mantelpiece, arms crossed, and said lazily, " Dedalus, don't you know him? Morris Black, he should be quite famous."
Dedalus glanced at Morris a few more times, then suddenly realized, "Ah, I see. No wonder I felt like I'd seen you somewhere before. The Champion from the Triwizard Tournament, right?"
He gave a fairly genuine smile.
Morris always felt that this guy named Dedalus wasn't very smart.
He turned back to Dumbledore and asked, " Professor Dumbledore, so what are we all gathered here for?"
"Let's discuss a strategy," Dumbledore, feigning thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. "We need to take action as soon as possible."
The atmosphere in the living room became heavy, and everyone watched Dumbledore quietly, waiting for him to speak next.
"Although Voldemort now has a body, that body is still incomplete and cannot unleash his full magical power."
" Voldemort is definitely hiding in some secret corner, looking for a way to regain his strength. What we need to do now is find him."
"I have a preliminary idea of where he is hiding. In the coming days, I need you to form groups and search for him."
After Dumbledore finished speaking, no one spoke for a moment.
Finding Voldemort's whereabouts—this is undoubtedly a dangerous task.
If we find it, we might be met with an Avada Kedavra.
At that moment, Morris spoke up.
"Professor, I have my own things to do. To be honest, I'm afraid I don't have much time to help."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present stared at him in shock.
Sirius asked, puzzled, "What could be more important than defeating Voldemort?"
"To study magic," Morris answered without hesitation.
"Studying magic?" Sirius said jokingly. "Your magic can deal with Voldemort?"
Morris said calmly, "Give me enough time, and I can do it."
In his view, development is the most important thing.
Magic is the key to solving all problems!
The matter will be resolved when he can crush Voldemort with one foot.
Morris's statement was astonishing to everyone present.
They looked at Morris as if he were a mentally unstable person going mad.
Defeating Voldemort? This inexperienced student before you?
Dumbledore was also feeling a bit of a headache.
He knew that Morris was extremely self-centered and overly confident at heart.
And there's a reason for this confidence.
Even he couldn't see through Morris's current level of magic.
The fact that the other party was able to calmly deal with Voldemort after his resurrection is particularly mysterious.
Besides, he also couldn't understand the principle behind the magic Morris used to teleport to Harry's side.
It's important to know that the entire Hogwarts is protected by Anti-Apparition Jinx magic.
"I don't need you to do much, Morris," Dumbledore steered the conversation back on track. "I hope you can provide some supplies to ensure the safety of the people here."
"Props?"
"Yes," Dumbledore nodded, "Like those magical stones that can hide people in darkness."
Morris understood.
Without a doubt, the other party was referring to the Shadow Concealment Stone.
Speaking of which, with Kyle's father's help, his Shadow Concealment Stone have recently been sold all over Europe and are selling very well. They've even been listed as contraband in several countries.
Moreover, due to their scarcity, the price of Shadow Concealment Stone has been driven up significantly, making them very difficult to obtain.
Morris no longer needs to sell this stuff to make money, so he hasn't shipped it out.
"You should have said so earlier," Morris shrugged. "We have as much of this as we need."
He took a miniature wooden box out of his pocket, placed it on the ground, and tapped it with his wand.
In the blink of an eye, the wooden box grew to almost the size of the wardrobe.
The lid of the box opened automatically, revealing it filled with small black stones.
Morris casually picked one up and tossed it to Dumbledore, explaining, "These are the classic versions of Shadow Concealment Stone; each one can be used five times."
Dumbledore nodded and asked, "How do I use it?"
"Just silently say 'use' in your mind," Morris said.
His original incantation was "Honoring Morris Black," but upon reflection, it seemed slightly inappropriate.
It always feels weird to have someone call your name behind your back.
Dumbledore held the small black stone in his palm and walked behind the sofa.
His figure disappeared into the shadow of the sofa, only to reappear a few seconds later.
Everyone watched this scene in astonishment.
"It's a novel feeling," Dumbledore said. "This will be very useful."
Morris nodded. "I'm glad I could help."
To him, it was just a box of junk. It was called the classic version of the Shadow Concealment Stone, but it was actually one of the earliest batches he made, and it was the worst one.
Consider it a way to make use of waste.
Dumbledore's gaze fell on Morris again, his mouth slightly open, as if he was about to say something.
"That..
He had barely opened his mouth when Morris interrupted him.
"It's free; I won't charge you. Fighting Voldemort is everyone's responsibility."
Upon hearing this righteous and eloquent speech, everyone present looked at Morris with admiration.
"Alright," Dumbledore said, "Now we'll divide into groups and inspect some areas. Lupin, Sirius, you two go..."
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