The night tour was a great success.
Morris successfully scouted the location, and the twins satisfied their curiosity by learning the secret of the fourth floor.
In addition, the twins formally invited Morris to join their nighttime stroll group.
But Morris refused; he preferred to act alone.
Moreover, his nighttime outings weren't for amusement, but for the knowledge contained in the Restricted Section.
The twins clearly showed little interest in the Restricted Section.
They preferred to tease the doorman Filch.
Soon, it was October 31st, Halloween Eve.
Today is the day of the official operation.
Hogwarts will host a very lavish dinner on this day.
When Morris arrived at the Great Hall at dinner time, it had been completely decorated for the holiday.
The table was piled high with golden-brown Pumpkin Pasty, along with heaps of candy puddings, and the air was filled with the aroma of cinnamon, caramel, and roasted meat.
The ghosts were also unusually active, drifting around in the sky.
Morris sat down at the Ravenclaw table and began to savor the sweet crème brûlée.
To be honest, he had always thought that wizards didn't celebrate Halloween.
After all, in this magical world, things like skeletons and ghosts are real and everyday occurrences.
The festival that Muggle use to scare themselves seems rather unoriginal to wizards.
Or is it simply an excuse to indulge in excessive eating and drinking?
But regardless, Morris was satisfied.
The crème brûlée in front of him was surprisingly sweet, but it suited his taste perfectly.
After eating some cookies and pudding, Morris looked toward the Gryffindor table, where the Weasley Twins had been there three minutes earlier, were nowhere to be seen.
Meanwhile, Snape was sitting on the professor's table, slowly eating a steak.
very good.
It's time to go.
Morris put the last bite of pudding into his mouth, wiped his lips with a napkin, and then stood up naturally, walking towards the side door of the Great Hall.
The students were all busy stuffing food into their mouths and didn't have time to pay any attention to him.
Upon reaching the corridor, just in case, he cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself to prevent anyone passing by from recognizing him.
On the stairs leading to the basement, a foul odor inexplicably hit us.
If I had to describe it, it would be like a damp, smelly sock that hasn't been washed in ages.
"Who threw this Dungbomb here?"
Morris muttered to himself.
Which despicable person did this?
He almost vomited up the dessert he had just eaten.
Fortunately, the stench finally dissipated just as we were about to reach the Potions Classroom.
At the classroom door, Morris canceled his Disillusionment Charm, and at the same time, two red-haired figures appeared beside him.
"You've kept us waiting for a long time," Fred said, his tone tinged with displeasure.
"I'm sorry," Morris said, "The crème brûlée is tempting me, I can't resist it."
"That's a really lame reason," George, somewhat speechless.
That's enough of the jokes.
After the three of them assembled, they quickly entered the classroom and headed straight for Snape's office.
Snape's office was just as Morris had imagined: rigid and cold.
There was a desk, a few chairs, and several bookshelves that reached the ceiling, filled with books and various bottles and jars.
There was a pile of students' homework that hadn't been graded yet on the table.
"Hey, Fred," George suddenly pointed to the pile of homework and exclaimed, "I saw your Potions Class, and you got a 'D.' Do you need me to correct it for you?"
Don't do anything unnecessary or foolish.
Fred lowered his voice and said seriously, "Hurry up, I don't want to stay in this place for another second. It feels like being in a bat nest."
Morris then walked toward the bookshelves and display jars.
Of course, I'm just taking a quick look.
If anything is touched, Snape might find out.
The jars were all labeled, each with a date and a number of Potions ingredients.
They were probably conducting some kind of Potions experiment.
Unfortunately, with Morris's current knowledge of Potions, he was unable to understand the purpose of these experiments.
Just as Morris was engrossed in watching...
"We should go, Morris."
Morris turned around and saw that Fred had already taken the key to the Potions ingredient warehouse, which was hanging on a Scabbers little iron ring.
The three of them left the room, Fred handed the key to Morris.
"Remember," he instructed, "Be quick. Once you have the Potions ingredients, restore everything to its original state so we won't be noticed. If anything unexpected happens, like Snape suddenly returning, George and I will make a commotion outside to attract attention. You act accordingly."
Morris took the keys and said earnestly, "Okay, thank you."
To be honest, the Weasley Twins took a considerable risk for him this time.
This touched him somewhat.
What a kind person...
They knew that if they were caught, none of the three of them would escape punishment.
Of course, if it really comes to that, he will try his best to take the responsibility upon himself.
Click.
The door was opened smoothly.
Morris gently pushed open the door, and a strong, complex smell rushed out, almost making him catch his breath.
However, the smell is not unpleasant; in fact, it is somewhat addictive.
" Lumos."
A steady white light shone at the tip of his staff.
Then, seeing the light, he began to look around.
There are several rows of wooden cabinets here, each with a label that is clearly written and easy to understand.
The management is clearly taking good care of this place.
" Asphodel Root Powder, Valerian Root, Sopophorous Bean..."
Because the categories were so clearly defined, Morris quickly found what he was looking for.
The materials stored here are plentiful, but he only took two portions.
Therefore, without careful observation, it would be impossible to detect any changes in the containers holding the materials.
After sorting and packing all the necessary items, Morris left the room.
Great, everything went smoothly.
He gently opened the door and slipped out of the Potions Classroom.
Fred and George were waiting at the corner of the corridor.
After returning the key to its original place, the three quickly left.
Back in the first-floor hallway, Fred leaned against a cold marble pillar and asked in a low voice, "Did you get it?"
Morris nodded, feeling the heavy weight of the two small bottles in the inner pocket of his arms.
He can't wait to try brewing the Draught of Living Death".
"We've had some commotion here," George chimed in. "Shortly after you went in, there was a huge noise coming from upstairs! Like a wall collapsed, and something was roaring... I think it sounds a bit like Troll."
In fact, Morris had also overheard it vaguely.
But this should have nothing to do with them.
He waved his hand dismissively, "This is none of our business. Let's go back to the Great Hall now; I need to eat something else."
"That's true." The twins nodded in unison.