Fred and George quickly sat up straight.
"What's next?" Phoebe's curiosity was piqued as well.
"Use your Mental Power to guide your magic, and then cast the spell," Morris said slowly. "This is a spell I created myself, Fireball Spell."
He stretched out his hand, palm up, and a ball of fire ignited.
Then he turned around and casually tossed the fireball away, sending it flying towards the fireplace.
"Boom!"
The fireplace was instantly ignited.
"Is this Wandless Magic?" Fred asked curiously.
"No," Morris shook his head and explained, "Although they may behave similarly, they are based on completely different principles."
Fireball Spell - This is a spell that Morris developed himself.
Its spell model is simple and straightforward, making it very suitable for beginners.
If the difficulty of the Bone Summoning Spell is likened to junior high school, then the Fireball Spell is like prenatal education.
If Phoebe can learn it, it will make up for the fact that the other party, being Veela, doesn't know how to throw fireballs.
Phoebe, clearly unaware of Morris's thoughts, watched the scene with interest and asked, "What should we do? What's the spell?"
"Don't rush." Morris took something else out from under the coffee table.
This time it's a piece of parchment.
"Take a look at this."
He spread the paper out on the table, and the three of them were surprised to find that there was nothing on it.
"Did you take the wrong one?" Fred couldn't help but ask.
"Don't look with your eyes," Morris said. "Use your Mental Power to perceive what's on it."
All three of them did as instructed immediately.
Morris continued, "What you need to do next is to use your Mental Power to imprint this spell model in your minds. I think you've already learned the specific methods and techniques from this parchment."
"I see."
Fred nodded, looking up from the parchment.
Just now, the information on the parchment flowed into his mind like water.
"We can give it a try first," George said.
Phoebe and the twins closed their eyes, cleared their minds of distractions, and focused their attention on the inscribed spell model.
Seeing this, Morris crossed his legs, picked up his wand, and gently tapped it against the television.
The videotape popped out of the machine below, and another tape automatically slid in.
The scene then transitions to a Western movie.
Morris hadn't enjoyed movies as a form of entertainment in a long time and couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.
The Champion then handed him a bottle of Butterbeer and a small piece of chocolate cake.
"Oh, thank you."
Morris said.
More than two hours later, Morris finished watching a Western and an art film on TV.
Finally, Phoebe opened her eyes.
"How does it feel? Have you learned it?" Morris asked.
Phoebe nodded. "It shouldn't be a problem."
She stood up, walked to the center of the living room, stretched out her arm towards the fireplace, fingers spread, palm facing the fire.
Fireball Spell!
Phoebe waved her arm.
A ball of fire flew from her palm, exactly the same as what Morris had demonstrated earlier.
"Very good." Morris smiled.
Although the Fireball Spell is very rudimentary, it is still a legitimate spell that requires the use of a spell model.
This means that the magic in the Book of the Mage can be mastered by anyone other than him.
"Very good, very good," Morris repeated twice.
One person's strength is ultimately limited. Perhaps one day, he will spread more of the knowledge in the Book of the Mage. At that time, the entire Wizarding World will probably be plunged into an unprecedented transformation.
Of course, that's a long way off in the future.
He himself hasn't yet fully understood this magical book that suddenly appeared in his mind, nor does he have the absolute power to protect this secret. Revealing a few research-related spells to his own people is already the limit.
Just as he was thinking this, Fred and George also opened their eyes.
The two fiddled with the air for a long time, but couldn't successfully cast Fireball Spell.
"Why?" Fred's voice was a little hoarse.
"Because you haven't mastered the trick yet," Morris said casually. "Don't worry, this magic isn't difficult. Even the dumbest person can master it in a few days."
Fred and George always felt that Morris was calling them stupid.
Phoebe touched her right hand – she hadn't felt any heat at all when she cast the Fireball Spell.
"Why are we learning this?" she suddenly asked.
"Of course, it's for special circumstances," Fred said, "Like when your wand gets taken away. Wandless Magic isn't something everyone can do easily."
"Or maybe Morris is using us as experiments, testing something." George shrugged indifferently, glancing at Morris. "Anyway, it can't hurt."
Coincidentally, he was right.
Morris chuckled and said, "Actually, both the Meditation and the Fireball Spell I just used were learned from an ancient book. Also, I hope this will remain a secret and not be revealed to anyone."
"I will," Phoebe said earnestly.
Voldemort has been resurrected, and the Wizarding World is likely to descend into turmoil.
It's essential to have some means of self-preservation.
"Oh no!"
At that moment, Fred and George exclaimed in unison and exchanged a glance.
"What's wrong?" Morris asked.
Fred looked anxious. "It's so late, and we haven't gone home yet. We're afraid we'll be punished."
George glanced at the clock on the wall and the darkening sky outside, and his face paled slightly.
" Guantou, you're in charge of taking them back."
Morris beckoned to the Guantou.
The black cat jumped off the sofa armrest, walked gracefully to the twins, and stretched out its two paws—the meaning was clear.
Fred and George reached out and grabbed.
"Just take us to Diagon Alley, Percy's there, he'll Apparition us home... Hopefully he's still at the Leaky Cauldron..."
"—" Fred had barely finished speaking when the two men and the cat vanished from the spot.
A few seconds later, the Guantou reappeared and licked its paws.
"Its magic is even more skillful than mine," Phoebe said, her tone filled with admiration.
"And what about you?" Morris asked, looking at Phoebe. "Where do you live now?"
" Mrs Lawson gave me a place to stay," Phoebe replied.
I see.
Morris nodded and said, " Mrs Lawson can be trusted. Do you need me to give you a ride?"
"No need." Phoebe shook her head and turned to look at the television. "Can I watch that one more time?"
"Of course." Morris shrugged. " The Champion will prepare dinner for us. What would you like to eat?"
Upon hearing this, the Champion silently put a chef's hat on himself.
He is an all-rounder.
Enjoy...