"Mind your own business, Black," Malfoy said coldly. "I'm not in the mood for you today. If you know what's good for you, get out of here."
Upon hearing this, Crabbe and Goyle immediately took a step closer, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
Meanwhile, the Guantou leisurely licked its front paws at Morris's feet and lazily looked at Draco.
It's that human again... Even though he was already taught a lesson last time, he didn't run away immediately when he saw his master.
Commendable courage.
Neville was so frightened that he forgot to sob, staring wide-eyed and pale-faced at both of them.
It seems... something terrible is about to happen?
Morris raised an eyebrow, appearing quite relaxed.
He chuckled and said, "Don't be so nervous, Malfoy. Remember the taste of those Dungbomb? I brought some this time too, and I heard it's the latest version, with a longer-lasting flavor."
Malfoy's face turned green instantly.
He then remembered the Dungbomb Morris had left for them a few months earlier.
He was completely absorbed in the experience for almost ten minutes!
That smell had become a psychological trauma for him.
Malfoy shook his head violently, trying to dispel the painful memory, his expression growing increasingly grim. "Are you sure you want to go against me?"
"Yes," Morris nodded, still smiling, "And then what are you going to do? Use Leg-Locker Curse on me?"
Just so you know, that probably won't be of much use.
Looking at Morris's smug expression, Malfoy felt an unprecedented anger.
but..
There's nothing I can do, I can't beat them!
Unless he can win over those upperclassmen from Slytherin who are on good terms with him, he has absolutely no chance of winning.
Morris still hasn't figured out what kind of magic that strange bone prison is.
Malfoy took a deep breath, realizing that if the stalemate continued, he would definitely suffer a loss.
Let's go!
He gritted his teeth, nodded towards Crabbe and Goyle, and turned to leave quickly.
Crabbe and Goyle were stunned for a moment, somewhat bewildered, but seeing that Malfoy had already left, they quickly followed.
Seeing this, Morris was very satisfied.
When dealing with Slytherin, a tough approach is definitely the most effective.
He walked up to Neville and gently waved his wand. " Finite Incantatem!"
Neville's Leg-Locker Curse was lifted, and his legs went weak. He quickly grabbed the wall for support and whispered, "Th-thank you, Black."
"No problem." Morris patted him on the shoulder and continued walking toward the Room of Requirement.
"Wait!" Neville said hurriedly, his voice trembling slightly.
Morris paused, turned around, and asked, "Is there anything else, Longbottom?"
Neville mustered his courage and stammered, "Um... why is Malfoy afraid of you... I mean, why doesn't he use any spells on you?"
In his mind, Malfoy was fearless, so why did he slink away in disgrace upon seeing this Ravenclaw student in the same year as him?
Morris looked at Neville's anxious expression and smiled, "Because my magic is stronger than his, he can't beat me, it's that simple."
Neville was momentarily stunned by such a straightforward answer.
"Practice your magic more, Longbottom," Morris said, his tone becoming more serious. "If you can cast a Disarming Charm, or even a decent Impediment Jinx, to subdue Malfoy, Malfoy 'll have to think twice before he tries to bully you."
"Strength is the fundamental reason why people dare not easily provoke you."
Neville nodded blankly.
"That's it." Morris shrugged. "Goodbye."
He didn't know much about Neville, only remembering that he was a rather timid and introverted child.
This kind of personality makes them perfect punching bags for those with bad tempers.
They are also excellent targets for school bullying.
Morris is not the Chosen One; he has neither the interest nor the time to be everyone's bodyguard.
His subtle reminder and timely assistance were already a rare act of kindness from him.
He didn't linger and strode towards the Seventh Floor.
Walk back and forth three times in front of the wall opposite the tapestry, while silently repeating "a spacious and empty room" three times in your mind, and the entrance to the Room of Requirement will appear smoothly.
Morris pushed open the door and stepped into this magical space once again.
The room is exactly the same as last time.
Morris let Yanhua emerge from the shadows and stand next to Guantou, asking, "Which of you two wants to go first?"
A gleam of eager anticipation flashed in the Guantou's eyes; it was about to step forward and "smack!"
It was blown aside by a wing of a Yanhua.
"Aww!"
The Guantou got up, arched its back, bared its teeth at the Yanhua, and then silently squatted down in a corner.
Okay, you're the boss, you make the decisions.
The Yanhua raised its head, shook its glossy black feathers, and looked like a victorious general.
Morris watched this scene and understood.
It seems that, without his knowledge, his three undead creatures had already established a hierarchy.
Yanhua are bigger than Guantou, which is bigger than Skeleton Dog.
That's about it.
He didn't seem to care, and judging from the Guantou's reaction, it didn't seem like he really minded.
It was just a joke.
Morris placed his backpack on the ground, took out his tools, and began setting up the Undead Creature Advancement Ritual.
An hour later, the magic circle was successfully completed.
"Go ahead," Morris nodded to the Yanhua nearby. "It might be a little uncomfortable during the process, just bear with it."
Yanhua let out a soft cry and pattered as it moved to the center of the magic circle.
Seeing this, Morris used his Transfiguration to make a simple perch for it to stand on.
Then, he focused his attention.
The Undead Creature Advancement Ritual has officially begun.
Chant, activate the magic circle, and inject enough Gap Energy Crystal.
"Boom!"
Once the magic circle was fully charged, a violent burst of air exploded outwards.
Under this impact, even the magic torches on the wall began to flicker.
Having learned from his previous experience, Morris stepped back a few paces this time and calmly observed the situation.
Although the entire magic circle was shrouded in a thick, gray-black fog, making it impossible to see anything, he believed that the Yanhua should be able to handle it.
Gradually, all the black mist seemed to be attracted by something, and began to contract violently inward, faster and faster, until it even formed a rotating vortex.
In just a few minutes, the Yanhua completely absorbed the black fog.
The ceremony was successfully completed!
This speed is several times faster than when the Skeleton Dog performed the Undead Evolution Ritual!
Morris stepped forward and carefully examined the "brand new" Yanhua.
From the outside, the Yanhua have hardly changed; they are still the same dark color and their size is almost identical to before.
The only difference was that the flames in the Yanhua' eye sockets were more solidified.
"How are you feeling?" Morris asked, reaching out to rub Yanhua ' head a few times.
Yes, it still feels familiar.
The Yanhua gently brushed against his fingers and chirped.
"You have special abilities, don't you? Show them to me."
At Morris's command, Yanhua turned his head and focused his gaze on the Guantou beside him.
Guantou:"?"
Why do I suddenly have this bad feeling...?
The next second, the shadow beneath its feet suddenly began to wriggle, bulge, and stretch, transforming into several agile shadow tentacles that wrapped around its limbs and lifted it up completely.
"Meow meow meow!?"