Morris was quite frustrated that this happened on his first visit to the Ministry of Magic.
Is the Ministry of Magic a place you can come and go as you please?
The Ageless Stone was stolen so easily?
He couldn't quite understand it.
Are the people in the Ministry of Magic... just sitting around doing nothing?
"What did that man steal?" Scrimgeour asked, looking at Morris and Robert.
"It's a very precious stone," Robert answered truthfully, "Of great research value, and a raw material for making Time-Turner."
" Time-Turner," Fudge muttered, letting out a slight sigh of relief.
As Minister for Magic, he naturally knew about the Time-Turner.
The method for making Time-Turner has long been lost, and the raw materials have been stolen... doesn't seem like such a big deal?
But no matter what, someone coming to the Ministry of Magic to steal things is like slapping them hard in the face.
If this were reported by some unscrupulous media outlets, the Ministry of Magic would undoubtedly be greatly affected.
Especially in this particular time, with Voldemort having been resurrected, the Ministry of Magic needs to maintain its authority.
The theft of the Ageless Stone was left unresolved; the Auror ultimately found no clues, and even the identity of the thief remained unconfirmed.
The elevator was repaired quickly and was back to normal the next day.
Morris and Robert were given a gag order by Fudge; they were not allowed to tell anyone about this.
Of course, Hardy was an exception; he was furious when he found out, but there was nothing he could do.
For a period of time after that, Morris spent most of his time at the Ministry of Magic, either reading books in the library or researching the Time-Turner with Robert.
Robert was naturally the one most upset about the loss of the Ageless Stone.
For a long time, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for his work.
It's mid-August now.
After several weeks of work at the Ministry of Magic, Morris had a basic understanding of the Unspeakable ' specific work, researching various topics, and then reporting his findings to Hardy.
Yes, report to Hardy.
Morris was almost certain that Hardy would put those useful results into the Unspeakable Library.
The reason for doing this is simple: to raise his rank in the library.
That's easy to guess.
Besides, Hardy previously stated that he was still at the lowest level, which is highly unlikely to be believed.
Vaughn Hardy is a man not to be underestimated.
However, Morris still respected him very much.
After all, the other party had told him about the library and invited him to join the Unspeakable.
From any perspective, he's a good person.
Saturday, a holiday.
Ship in a Bottle, in the living room.
Morris woke up on the sofa and yawned.
He casually picked up the remote control from the table and turned off the television, which had been on all night.
Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
" Champion, could you pour me a glass of hot water?"
A dozen seconds later, the skeleton butler immediately came over, steadily carrying a silver-white tray with a steaming glass on it.
"Ah, thank you."
Morris picked up the glass of water; the temperature was just right.
Even after more than a decade, he still prefers to drink hot water.
After a quick wash and enjoying the beautiful morning air for a while, Morris left the living room and went to the deck of the Ship in a Bottle.
Looking down from thousands of miles above, the streets and houses all look like small squares, arranged neatly or in a staggered pattern.
He was currently positioned directly above a Muggle town.
The Ship in a Bottle was enchanted, and wizards don't just fly tens of thousands of meters into the air for no reason; therefore, he would likely remain undetected in this location.
Morris waved his hand, Undead Unicorn appeared beside him.
"Let's go for a drive."
He climbed onto the Unicorn and gently patted its neck.
The Undead Unicorn let out a cry, leaped up, and passed through the Ship in a Bottle, as if passing through a thin film of water.
The wind from high above rushed towards him; under normal circumstances, Morris's body would be completely unable to withstand such strong airflow and temperature.
Therefore, he had to put on armor and cast a Bubble-Head Charm on himself to have a good flying experience.
As the Undead Unicorn accelerated, Morris fell into deep thought.
Is there any way to improve his physical fitness?
Although as a wizard he can use various spells to protect himself, what if he encounters a special situation?
From a certain perspective, wizards are like glass cannons.
Even the most powerful wizard, with world-destroying power, can be stabbed to death with a single blow.
Not to mention those dangerous spells.
It's contradictory, isn't it?
Sometimes Morris even thinks about turning himself into an undead creature... Okay, just kidding.
He's not that crazy.
The Undead Unicorn gradually descended in height, landing around the town.
It was a very ordinary small town. Morris walked along the street, passing a post office, a pharmacy, and a small restaurant that was open—just what he was looking for.
Although the Champion's cooking skills are excellent, the supplies in the Ship in a Bottle are running out.
He can't expect a skeleton to go grocery shopping for him.
The most important thing now is to fill our stomachs.
Morris pushed open the restaurant door. Inside, there were only a few wooden tables, and an old-fashioned radio in the corner was playing songs that Morris couldn't name.
The owner was at the front desk, wearing glasses and reading a newspaper.
Morris glanced at the menu and said, "Banana toffee pie, and a cup of tea."
"No staple food?" The shopkeeper looked up, slightly taken aback.
"Yes."
"Then, five Silver Sickle."
Morris took out a Galleon and handed it over.
The shopkeeper looked at the gleaming Galleon, smiled slightly, and didn't take it.
"I don't have any change," Morris said.
After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong.
Wait a minute! Isn't this Muggle restaurant?
Why are they using the wizard's money?
Before he could even ask, the owner explained, "It's on me. I never expected a wizard to come to this place. I recognized you immediately by your attire."
He pointed to the dark gray wizard's robes on Morris's body.
That's not surprising.
Morris nodded and put away the Galleon.
The other person was clearly a wizard as well.
A wizard running a restaurant in Muggle town?
That's extremely rare.
"In that case, do you have a fireplace here? I'd like to borrow it," Morris said.
The shopkeeper shook his head, smiling as he said, "Sorry, there's no connection to the Floo Network here. By the way, I'm Oliver Webster."
" Morris Black." Morris extended his hand and shook hands with Oliver.
Afterwards, Morris found a seat at random, and the banana toffee pie and tea were quickly served.
He cut a piece of pie, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, swallowed it, and then looked up at Oliver standing behind the counter.
For some reason, Oliver kept staring at him.