" Prefect Robert?" Morris stopped and turned around.
"It's me."
Robert smiled slightly and said, "I saw you getting entangled with the Slytherin guys just now. I was going to come and stop them, but you handled it yourself. Your performance was quite remarkable."
"It's just a little trick to teach a brat a lesson," Morris said calmly. "No big deal."
Robert raised an eyebrow and said, "Such exquisite Transfiguration, perhaps you can be a little more confident. At least at your age, no one can achieve this level."
It seemed he mistook his Bone Summoning Spell for Transfiguration. Morris chuckled, which saved him the trouble of explaining.
"Thank you, Prefect Robert."
"Don't thank me," Robert waved his hand, "I didn't help you at all."
He leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Honestly, I don't have much affection for Slytherin either. You don't have to be polite when dealing with them; sometimes, giving them a real taste of their own medicine is more effective."
Morris immediately understood Robert's implication: Slytherin respond better to force than gentleness.
This fits his stereotype perfectly.
If you were to ask which house at Hogwarts most reveres strength, the answer would undoubtedly be Slytherin.
The simplest way is to use force to make them submit.
Thinking about it, Morris realized he had been a little too lenient.
Perhaps he should have taught Draco Malfoy a more brutal lesson.
For example, you could cast a Weakening Curse on him, making him limp all day.
Morris said casually, "Next time they mess with me, I'll kick their ass."
Robert laughed out loud at those words, "That's exactly how it should be!"
"Honestly," Morris suddenly said with a somewhat helpless expression, "I never go out of my way to provoke others, but trouble always seems to find me."
Like the Centaur in the Forbidden Forest before, and Draco Malfoy this time.
He didn't do anything wrong at all.
Hearing this, Robert sighed, recalling some painful memories. "Yes, some people are just born to cause trouble."
"In this respect, we may be quite similar."
He shook his head, as if trying to shake off those unpleasant thoughts. "However, you still need to be careful of that Malfoy. I heard his father is School Governor."
"Of course, the School Governor won't interfere in minor conflicts between students, even if it's his son. As long as you maintain a proper balance, there won't be any problems."
"Finally, I must remind you that Slytherin are particularly vengeful, so be careful about that."
After listening to Robert's words, Morris nodded seriously. "I understand."
It seems this Prefect came specifically to warn him to be careful of Malfoy.
That's thoughtful.
"Good to know." Robert patted Morris on the shoulder. "If you need any help, feel free to come to me. Of course, only within my capabilities."
After saying that, he didn't linger. He waved to Morris and turned to walk towards the library.
Morris wasn't too worried about Malfoy's retaliation.
When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it.
What means of revenge could an ordinary first-grade student possibly have?
In the days that followed, Malfoy did not launch any retaliatory action.
Even when they meet in the hallway, the other person will take the initiative to go out of their way to avoid them.
This disappointed Morris somewhat.
He had prepared several ways to reciprocate.
But that's fine, at least he can focus his attention on other things.
Days passed by, and December arrived in the blink of an eye.
The weather got colder, and occasionally a few snowflakes would drift down from the sky.
One Saturday morning, Morris arrived at the library as usual.
"How many times have I told you, Morris, don't bring food into the library!"
Madam Pince's angry words suddenly rang in his ears. Morris silently stopped at the door and swallowed the bread in his hand as quickly as possible.
Just a few days ago, he accidentally spilled butter from his bread onto the cover of a book.
Madam Pince was furious and chased after him, yelling at him for half an hour.
A terrifying middle-aged woman—that was his assessment of Madam Pince.
Compared to Madam Pince's appearance, Snape's cursing sounded like that of a greenhorn.
Therefore, it's better for him to just obey.
The library was quiet in the early morning, but there were still quite a few studious students wandering among the bookshelves.
His friends were among them.
For example, Hermione, Harry, and Ron.
Yes, Harry and Ron.
I don't know when it started, but Morris began to see the two of them in the library.
The three of them were sitting around a table, intently flipping through the books in their hands, Harry and Ron included.
Seeing his friend start to study hard, Morris felt a sense of relief.
So, occasionally he would also go to the library with his friends to read books.
Thinking this, Morris picked out a book about Potions that interested him from the bookshelf, sat down next to the three of them, and said softly, "Good morning."
"It's you, Morris." Hermione looked up immediately, appearing somewhat tired.
Harry and Ron responded vaguely, but both looked listless.
Seeing the two students' visibly unfocused expressions, Morris suggested, "If you're tired, why don't you take a break? Forcing yourself like this won't make you very efficient at studying."
"We're not studying, Morris," Hermione rubbed her temples, "We're looking for someone."
"Who?"
" Nicolas Flamel." Hermione looked at him. "Do you know this person?"
Morris shook his head. "It sounds like a France name."
Hermione sighed. "You read so many random books, haven't you ever seen this name in the corner of any of them?"
"If he's a Potions Master," Morris shrugged, "I certainly would. Is this guy that important? Making the three of you sit here like you've been drained of your souls, flipping through books all morning."
"It's very important," Harry replied, "But explaining exactly why we can't tell you is a bit complicated."
Although Morris was somewhat curious, he did not press the matter.
He dislikes troublesome things.
"Oh, right," Morris suddenly remembered something and said, "Since you're looking for someone, could you also keep an eye out for this person for me?"
As he spoke, he took out a photograph from the inner pocket of his robe—the very photograph of the young blond man he had found in the wooden hut in the Gap World.
Harry and his two friends immediately gathered around.
"Is he a celebrity?" Hermione looked him over carefully. "I don't recognize him."
"Oh, he's really handsome," Ron exclaimed softly.
Harry nodded. "Looks like a celebrity."
"If you come across similar portraits or photographs while you're flipping through the books, please make a note of them for me," Morris said. "I'll also keep an eye out for the name Nicolas Flamel."
"No problem," Hermione said.