After telling Morris the name of the person in the photograph, Dumbledore did not answer any further questions from Morris.
He simply said, "It's been too long; I've forgotten."
Morris had no solution to this.
He could sense that Dumbledore was just giving him the runaround.
Adults often use this vague excuse when dealing with children.
However, he didn't press the matter.
Even knowing just one name is a huge step forward.
In fact, Morris had a vague recollection of the name Gellert Grindelwald.
He had once read a book called " The One Hundred Most Famous Wizards in History," and in the chapter on " Albus Dumbledore," there was a description of Gellert Grindelwald.
Unfortunately, a considerable amount of time has passed, and he only has a vague recollection of it; he has forgotten the specific details.
Fortunately, the book was currently lying under his bed in his dorm room, not yet thrown into the trash can.
Back in his dorm, Morris immediately found the old book under his bed.
He recalled that the book was priced at only three Sickle in a secondhand store in Diagon Alley —a cheap price for a secondhand book.
Having found the relevant chapter, Morris quickly flipped through it.
There's not much about Gellert Grindelwald, only a few sentences.
"In 1945, Albus Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald in a legendary duel. This victory was the pinnacle of his great career and a pivotal turning point that freed the Europe wizarding world from Grindelwald's reign of terror."
After the war, Grindelwald was imprisoned in Nurmengard Prison, where he remains to this day.
From this description, Morris could roughly determine Grindelwald's identity:
A dark wizard who once opposed Dumbledore, and who is likely still alive, is being held in a prison called Nurmengard.
If he could, Morris would love to ask Grindelwald about the Gap World right away.
As we all know, standing on the shoulders of Giant allows us to see further.
Since the other party was able to leave a photo in the Gap World, they probably have some understanding or research on that world.
Perhaps Nurmengard would allow a stranger to visit him in prison?
Well, in truth, Morris knew perfectly well that since Nurmengard held such important criminals, it was definitely not a place that could be freely entered and visited.
He doesn't even know where Nurmengard is now.
However, once he has a goal, he will find a way to achieve it; this has always been Morris's style.
After clearing his mind, Morris stretched.
This matter cannot be rushed; he is not capable of doing it at his current level.
Right now, his main task remains learning more.
"Meow!"
"Coo coo coo!"
"Click-clack!"
At that moment, a commotion in the corner of the room caught Morris's attention.
Sometime later, the Guantou and Yanhua returned and were playing happily with the Skeleton Dog.
The Guantou stomped on the Skeleton Dog's bare ribs, while Yanhua fluttered its wings nearby, trying to peck at the two flames in the Skeleton Dog's empty eye sockets.
The Skeleton Dog, now Second-Tier Undead Creature, offered no resistance to these impolite acts, simply lying there motionless.
The hierarchical relationship between them seems quite clear.
Morris couldn't help but feel a little excited, wondering what the Guantou and Yanhua would become after completing the Undead Creature Advancement Ritual.
A few days later, on Tuesday.
At noon, Morris was eating a baked potato with butter in the restaurant.
With the Christmas holidays approaching, the students seemed somewhat distracted, and a lighthearted, restless atmosphere permeated the air.
These days, he went to the Gap World again to gather some energy crystals, but the amount was far from enough to carry out another Undead Creature Advancement Ritual.
The last remaining stock of the Draught of Living Death has been used up.
He is trying to think of a solution.
Just now, Professor McGonagall asked him if he wanted to stay on campus for Christmas, but he declined because he wanted to try his luck in Diagon Alley.
He also received pocket money from Professor McGonagall, which was the money he saved from buying secondhand items at the beginning of the semester.
The annual grant Hogwarts gives him varies flexibly based on teaching needs; there is no fixed amount.
One payment a year, and it's very tight.
This sum, plus what he had saved up, amounted to only a dozen or so Galleon.
It doesn't look like much, and it's actually not much either.
They were even somewhat pitiful.
So Morris turned and approached the Weasley Twins at the next table.
What are some ways to earn Galleon?
Fred was slightly taken aback after hearing Morris's question. "Why did you think of asking us?"
Morris said honestly, "Because I think you're as poor as I am, there might be a way."
He had heard bad things about the Weasley family from some Slytherin more than once.
"Poverty" is the most frequently occurring keyword.
However, he did not feel that the word itself was insulting; rather, he saw it as an objective description.
Even under such "impoverished" circumstances, the Weasley Twins were still able to research so many strange and wonderful magical gadgets, which must mean they had their own source of research funding.
Fred and George exchanged a strange look.
"Are you in a bad financial situation?" Fred asked, his tone more serious than usual.
"Yes," Morris nodded matter-of-factly, "After all, I'm an orphan."
Fred didn't think this was something that could be openly discussed.
But Morris's expression was too calm, as if he weren't talking about himself.
Poor child.
For a moment, they all felt a little sorry for Morris.
George cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "How much money do you have left? And how much do you need?"
Morris sighed, "There are only a dozen or so Galleon left, along with some Silver Sickle and Knut."
Upon hearing this, Fred and George were speechless.
A dozen Galleon is a considerable fortune for an average student.
"I'd like to go to Diagon Alley to buy some things, a few Potions ingredients," Morris explained. "That might cost a hundred Galleon."
Fred nearly choked on his own saliva. "Then there's nothing we can do to help you."
Although they had ways to make money, they only sold small gadgets they had researched on campus and occasionally smuggled goods to Hogsmeade through the secret passages.
Even if you sold them all in bulk, you wouldn't make a profit! (They cost hundreds of Galleon!)
"Alright." Morris sighed again.
He had initially considered asking if selling Potions would be a good option, but upon closer reflection, he realized it wasn't a viable plan.
Who would buy Potions brewed by an eleven-year-old wizard?
Besides, he has far too few types of Potions at his disposal.