I was still surrounded by that familiar warmth.
Morris opened his eyes.
The first thing he did was check the status of the clock on the dormitory wall—it wasn't moving.
This means that he has successfully entered the Gap.
This time, he wasted no time and left the castle directly, heading towards the cabin.
During the journey, Morris tried out his newly learned spells once again.
" Energy Gathering!"
The moment the chant left his lips, he sensed something was different.
This time, what gathered in his palm was not the faintly glowing "magic" from before, but rather the thin white mist floating in the air above this world.
Wisps of mist were visible to the naked eye, coming from all directions and swirling and condensing above his palm.
Morris maintained this state.
When he was less than a hundred meters from the cabin, the mist had condensed into a small, slightly transparent, pearly white bead.
Is this the product of Energy Gathering?
Morris held the bead up to his eyes to examine it closely, then put it in his mouth and bit it.
It's a bit hard.
It doesn't taste very good yet.
So what's the use of this thing?
He thought for a while, but had no clue.
This bead was clearly formed from the energy contained within this world, so Morris gave it a name.
" Gap Energy Crystal ".
As for its application, that can only be studied at a later time.
After putting the Gap Energy Crystal into his pocket, Morris was already standing in front of the cabin door.
This is a rather exquisite two-story wooden house, and it looks quite new.
The exterior walls are dark brown, the roof is covered with neat gray wooden shingles, and the glass on the walls is also wiped very clean.
"A wonderful cabin, "Morris thought.
Compared to that, Hagrid's place was practically a bare shell.
So here's the question.
Why is there a wooden house in this place?
The wooden house had no nameplate or any signs; the only unusual thing was a simple symbol carved next to the door:
A circle is embedded inside a triangle, and a vertical line runs through both.
Morris stared at the sign for a while.
Hmm, I don't understand.
No matter how you look at it, it's just two geometric shapes with a vertical line.
However, one thing is certain: this mark could not have been generated naturally.
The person who carved it on must have had some intention.
It took Morris a few seconds to memorize the sign.
For now, it's more appropriate to continue exploring this house.
"Knock knock!"
He knocked on the door and called out, "Hello, is anyone home?"
As expected, there was no response.
Yes, how could anyone possibly live in a place like this?
Morris tried to push the door, but it wouldn't budge. He then looked at the window beside him.
Unfortunately, the windows were blurred in some way, making it impossible to see anything inside.
So Morris went back to the door and took out his wand.
" Alohomora!"
The moment the lock-picking spell hit the door, it was immediately bounced off.
Seeing this, he frowned.
This wooden house has magical protection, and it's quite strong.
What should we do?
Morris pondered for a moment, and finally silently apologized to the homeowner in his heart—he couldn't help it, he was just too curious.
" Bone Summoning Spell!"
Dozens of bone spikes appeared out of thin air, slamming into the wooden door with a whooshing sound.
Wood chips flew everywhere, and bone splinters easily tore through the seemingly thick door panel.
Seeing this, Morris nodded in satisfaction.
It's quite powerful.
Compared to the unlocking spell, this thing is much more effective.
As for the damaged wooden door... we can fix it for the homeowner later, since he's already learned the Mending Charm.
Stepping into the cabin, Morris began to explore the surroundings.
From any angle, this is just an ordinary wooden house.
The layout of the living room, kitchen, and toilet is very ordinary, even somewhat simple.
There are no abnormalities.
The only thing that might seem a little strange is that there are absolutely no signs of anyone having lived here, and there are no personal belongings at all.
Finally, in a room that was clearly a bedroom, Morris found useful information.
Inside the drawer lay an ordinary photograph.
The photo itself is quite ordinary, about the size of a palm, with some wear and tear on the edges.
Inside was a blond man, very young, looking to be around twenty years old, handsome, with a slightly unruly smile.
Of course, Morris didn't recognize this person.
One thing is certain, though—this guy's looks are definitely very popular with girls.
I'm almost as good as I used to be!
Morris put the photo back in his pocket, along with the Gap Energy Crystal.
Then, he walked around the room a few more times.
No further discoveries were made until the effects of the Draught of Living Death ended.
For the next few days, Morris wandered around in the Gap.
Apart from his "birth point" castle and the little cabin, he found no other buildings or landmarks.
There was only a seemingly endless desert.
Of course, there were still some gains.
With nothing else to do, he used his Energy Gathering accumulate a large bag of Gap Energy Crystal.
As for the symbol he saw and the photograph, he asked the Weasley Twins and several upperclassmen Ravenclaw, but to no avail.
Based on this, the person in the photo is not a celebrity.
Two weeks passed quickly.
Saturday, November 16th.
As the weather gets colder, Hogwarts ' Quidditch season begins.
Quidditch is a traditional wizarding sport, similar to football, except it's played in the sky on broomsticks.
Morris had a basic understanding of the rules, but he hadn't expected the sport to become so popular.
At breakfast, the students around him were discussing the upcoming match between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
But he wasn't really interested; he just kept adding sugar to his coffee.
One spoonful, two spoonfuls, three spoonfuls, four spoonfuls...
He's been very busy lately, exploring the Gap World, researching the effects of Gap Energy Crystal, studying Potions, and attending classes. He simply hasn't had time to cultivate any other hobbies.
And this meant his brain never got a rest.
The most important thing right now is to replenish your sugar levels.
Thinking this, Morris squeezed a large amount of maple syrup onto the pancake in front of him.
"Enough, enough, Morris, the maple syrup here is unbearably sweet... Oh no, you ruined that pancake..."
A voice came from behind him.
Morris turned his head and saw that it was the Weasley Twins.
In fact, he's recently been able to roughly determine which twin it is.
However, it wasn't through appearance, but rather through speaking habits.
Generally speaking, Fred is the one who strikes up a conversation with him first, while George is the one who chimes in.
"You all look nervous," Morris, cutting off a large piece of syrup-soaked pancake and stuffing it into his mouth.
He noticed that the twins' faces remained tense.
"Of course," Fred said matter-of-factly, " the Quidditch Match starts at eleven, and George and I just stayed up all night yesterday."
"To be honest, I'm a bit sleep-deprived," George yawned.
"Insomnia? I have some sleeping pills, do you need them?" Morris pulled a bottle of Potions from his pocket. " Draught of Living Death, freshly brewed."
This is the standard version without the cremated remains.
"Wow!" Fred exclaimed, his mouth agape in surprise. "You actually made this thing?"
He had always thought that Morris's idea of brewing the Draught of Living Death was a joke.
After all, this kind of Potions sounds very high-end.
Morris tilted his head. "Is there a problem?"
"No," Fred shook his head, "No need, thank you. We're going on stage in four hours."
"Go on the field?" Morris was taken aback. "Where to?"
Fred and George exchanged bewildered glances.
Could it be that... Morris didn't know they were part of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team?
Well, they didn't bring it up on their own initiative.