"You have no idea how long it took us to make these three things," Fred exclaimed. "It wasn't easy."
George nodded in agreement.
Morris toyed with the hat in his hand, asking curiously, "What kind of magic can this hat deflect? Can it deflect Avada Kedavra?"
"!"
Fred was startled.
George remained relatively calm.
"Although we haven't tested it," he said, "I don't think it will work."
"I think so too." Morris shrugged and handed the hat back. "Just kidding."
The joke was fine, but don't make it again.
Fred broke out in a cold sweat.
George took it, folded it up, and put it back in the box.
Then, he took out a pair of red gloves from a compartment in the box.
Morris's gaze was instantly drawn to the gloves, for he sensed something familiar about them.
"You'd never guess what we did to these gloves!" Fred exclaimed excitedly. "You can try to guess!"
" Fireball Spell," Morris replied immediately.
The gloves are engraved with the spell pattern of the Fireball Spell.
Fred scoffed. "I knew you could tell."
Morris smiled slightly. "In fact, I had anticipated that you would make a similar attempt."
Fred and George exchanged a complicated look.
Morris took the gloves from George and examined them as he said, "However, you're progressing faster than I expected. I originally thought it would take you at least another month to discover that spell models could be imprinted on other items."
Oh, the Fireball Spell model on these gloves isn't stable.
As soon as he finished speaking, his gloves began to get slightly hot, and a few wisps of white smoke drifted out.
Fred and George sighed at the same time.
"It's certainly not very stable," Fred said, "But it hasn't exploded, which is good. We've already blown up at least twenty pairs of gloves before this."
Morris silently tossed the gloves back into the suitcase.
He certainly didn't want this thing to explode in his hands.
It's perfectly normal for spell models to be unstable. Compared to casting magic normally, imprinting spell models onto other objects is on a completely different level of difficulty.
In other words, the Fireball Spell is relatively simple, allowing the twins to complete the inscription through their own trial and error.
"Speaking of which, you didn't show this to anyone else, did you?" Morris looked up, his gaze shifting from the box to the Weasley Twins' faces, his tone more serious than before.
"Of course not," Fred said, lowering his voice. "It's a secret between us, isn't it? Back in the Auror Office, we only showed them the Shield Hat, Shield Gloves, and Shield Cloak."
Morris nodded. "Try not to reveal things like Meditation or Fireball Spell."
"We understand," Fred and George said in unison, their expressions serious.
Of course, it doesn't matter if it's leaked.
By revealing these things to his friends, Morris was already prepared for them to become known to more people.
After all, the Legilimency exists in this world.
If one day a dark wizard were to use Legilimency on them, the things in their minds would naturally be exposed.
Morris and the Weasley Twins talked for almost half an hour.
Fred said, " George and I have to go. We need to go to Diagon Alley to do some shopping and finish the Ministry of Magic's order as soon as possible. Goodbye."
He picked up the suitcase, and George, standing beside him, both nodded to Morris.
"Goodbye," Morris said.
After the twins left, Morris walked to the elevator at the end of the elevator.
" Department of Mysteries "
After saying which floor you want to go to, the elevator begins to descend.
When the door opened, he had already returned to the ninth floor.
The elevator doors opened, and as soon as Morris stepped out, he saw someone coming towards him.
He was a man younger Hardy, around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with neatly combed hair and a cold expression.
He paused slightly when he saw Morris.
"Who are you..
" Morris Black," Morris said, "Intern, Mr. Hardy asked me to come down first."
"Oh, I know you," the man smiled faintly. "I am Thor Croaker, also Unspeakable from the Department of Mysteries. I suppose you must be the youngest employee of the Ministry of Magic."
Morris nodded slightly, his expression remaining largely unchanged.
Croaker didn't say anything more, stepped into the elevator, and the doors slowly closed.
Morris looked around and continued walking down the corridor.
The corridor was deserted and very quiet. He didn't know how many Unspeakable the Ministry of Magic had, but from what he could see, the number couldn't be too large.
After all, he had been here for most of the day and the Unspeakable he had seen were Robert, Hardy, and Croaker from earlier.
"Ah, it's you, Morris."
A voice came from the side.
It's Fudge.
He was walking up the stairs going down beside him, alone, his face covered in sweat.
"Minister," Morris greeted.
Speaking of which, does his joining the Unspeakable mean that Fudge has become his boss?
Hmm... This feels a bit strange.
Fudge suddenly gave him a friendly smile.
" Morris," he said cheerfully, " Hardy said you're now an intern in the Department of Mysteries?"
"That's true," Morris said.
"Welcome." Fudge extended his hand and shook Morris's. "To be honest, I never expected this. Hardy has always been in charge of recruiting for the Department of Mysteries."
"When Hardy reported your name to me, I thought I misheard, after all, you're still studying at Hogwarts."
He released his grip and looked into Morris's eyes.
"I'm very interested in this job, and Mr. Hardy thinks I can be of help," Morris said with a smile.
In retrospect, his current public identity is that of a famous flying broomstick designer, so it seems rather illogical for Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic.
"Looking forward to you officially joining the company in a few years." Fudge patted Morris on the shoulder. "Of course, provided you get enough NEWT certifications by the time you graduate... Oh, that shouldn't be a problem for you."
"I will," Morris said.
"Hmm, very good," Fudge said, and left in the elevator.
Morris went straight to the Department of Mysteries hall and waited for Hardy to return.
After a while, Hardy will tell him what the Unspeakable needs to do.
Judging from the other party's vague description, the group of Unspeakable probably has some kind of secret.
After waiting for a while, someone arrived.
But it wasn't Hardy, it was Robert.
"I always thought you were already in the Time Chamber," Morris said.