Phoebe still didn't quite understand why Morris wanted to go explore the ruins.
She stared straight into the other person's eyes.
Those were very calm eyes, like two lakes, with something she couldn't see lying beneath.
"What's wrong?"
Morris gave her a faint smile.
"No, it's nothing." Phoebe returned the smile.
This was her choice, and she doesn't regret it.
She wanted to know more about her boss.
After leaving the Leaky Cauldron, Morris led the group into an alley.
The Guantou jumped down from the eaves and landed steadily in front of everyone.
It seems to have recently grown tired of walking upright and has reverted to being a normal cat that walks on all fours.
"Let's go," Morris said. " Guantou and I will use Apparition to take you to the Ship in a Bottle."
Guantou reluctantly jumped onto Fred's shoulder and grabbed George's head with its other paw.
"Wait!" Fred exclaimed, looking puzzled. "Why is it your cat leading us?"
He hadn't finished speaking.
"Smack!"
The two people and the cat disappeared from the spot.
"Your cat can Apparition," Phoebe asked in surprise.
"Of course," Morris replied.
The Guantou Apparition has become quite adept at using Apparition.
It has to be said that his cat magic talent is simply outrageous, almost matching his own.
Apparition was naturally a piece of cake.
"Grab my hand," Morris reminded him, "We need to get going too."
Phoebe simply linked arms with him.
The two figures vanished instantly.
After a slight discomfort, Phoebe felt the salty, moist sea breeze on her face, carrying the unique scent of the ocean.
She looked around and realized she had arrived on an unfamiliar island.
The Weasley Twins were lying nearby, looking quite disheveled.
"Ouch~ Can't you be a little gentler?" Fred rubbed his back as he got up.
"That stupid cat," George muttered under his breath.
The sound wasn't loud, but the Guantou clearly heard it. It squinted, turned its head, and barked fiercely twice.
George immediately shut his mouth.
"Where is this?" Phoebe asked Morris beside her.
"A deserted island." Morris released his grip and looked up at the sky.
The Ship in a Bottle passed through the clouds and slowly descended from the sky, landing on the beach beside it.
At the start of this summer vacation, Dumbledore took back the badge with the locator function.
This island is where the Ship in a Bottle was born, and Morris has been keeping his ship docked here most of the time lately.
"Let's go to the ship." Morris led the way towards the ship.
Ship in a Bottle, in the living room.
"We want Butterbeer, Champion!"
Fred stretched as soon as he entered and expertly gave orders to the skeleton servant beside him.
The Champion, dressed in a butler's uniform, immediately bowed to Fred and turned to walk towards the refrigerator next to him.
Phoebe had visited the Ship in a Bottle several times while at Hogwarts, so she was quite familiar with the place.
After sitting down on the sofa, she asked, "Am I now officially a member of the Explorers?"
"Yes. That's why you're here." Morris sat down beside her, casually turned on the long-unused television, and started playing a disc.
Yes, you can use a television here.
Phoebe was captivated by the images on the television.
Although she had seen Muggle appliances before, she still found them very novel.
The Champion took two bottles of Butterbeer from the refrigerator, placed them on a tray, and handed them to the twins.
"Thank you." Fred picked up his drink and turned to Morris and Phoebe. "Shouldn't we get down to business?"
Morris nodded, pulled a notebook from under the coffee table, and handed it to Phoebe.
"This is..
Phoebe took it and glanced at the cover.
" Wizard Meditation Method?"
" Fred, you explain." Morris leaned back on the sofa, leaving the explanation to Fred.
Fred put down his Butterbeer and said seriously, "This is a secret of our organization. Everyone must learn this Meditation method. As long as you practice consistently, you will be able to sense Mental Power."
" Mental Power?" Phoebe was a little confused.
"You'll understand once you practice," George added from the side.
Phoebe nodded and opened the book in her hand.
After looking at it carefully for a while, she closed her eyes and began to regulate her breathing—she was trying to enter a Meditation state.
It takes an ordinary wizard a lot of time to learn Meditation.
After that, it takes a long time before one can perceive the presence of Mental Power.
Fred and the others spent at least a month.
"How long do you think it will take her?" George looked at his brother and asked with great interest, "Want to make a bet?"
"Of course, whoever loses has to do that."
Fred extended his hand, George took it, and the two exchanged knowing, wicked smiles, glancing at the Guantou licking its paws beside them.
The Guantou suddenly sneezed.
"?"
It looked around in confusion.
Why do I feel a chill in the air?
"I think she needs more than a month," Fred was the first to speak.
"I also think she needs more than a month." George nodded in agreement.
Well, the betting game is over before it even started.
If both players bet on one side, it's impossible to determine the winner.
They turned to Morris and asked in unison, "What do you think, Morris?"
Morris stroked his chin and said, "Hmm... right away."
immediately?
Fred and George were both taken aback for a moment.
They seemed to realize something and turned to look at Phoebe.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing was slow and even, and her long silver hair hung down over her shoulders, moving on its own even without wind.
A few seconds later, Phoebe opened her eyes.
"I think I understand." She turned in surprise towards Morris.
Morris looked at him and clapped his hands. "Congratulations, Phoebe, you've mastered the basics."
Yes, he had just sensed that Phoebe had successfully manipulated her Mental Power.
Fred and George looked at each other, their mouths agape.
"How did Phoebe get so fast?" Fred asked incredulously.
"Exceptional talent," Morris said with satisfaction, "Or perhaps it's because of her Veela bloodline; in any case, she has mastered Meditation. Next, let's try Sound Transmission Technique."
The Sound Transmission Technique was also no challenge for Phoebe.
In just a few minutes, she had figured out the trick and successfully made her voice resonate in the minds of the three people.
I don't think this is difficult.
Phoebe seemed very happy and kept sending messages into Morris's mind, all in French.
Morris didn't quite understand.
Fred slumped onto the sofa, looked at his brother, and said dejectedly, "What was the point of all that hard work?"
"Hmm... I don't know, Fred," George covered his face, "Maybe we're both idiots."
"Actually, you're the normal ones." Morris chuckled softly.
He stood up, walked to the center of the crowd, and announced with outstretched arms, "Now that you have all mastered Mental Power, it's time to move on to the next step."