For Morris, teaching Neville a few spells to deal with Malfoy was not a difficult task.
Why not gain favor while also causing Malfoy some trouble?
So Morris simply started instructing Neville right there in the courtyard.
According to Neville himself, his talent for spells was extremely poor; even casting Levitation Charm on a feather could cause it to explode on the spot.
However, Neville mastered the Weakness Jinx in just twenty minutes.
"Is this what you meant by having poor talent for spells?" Morris asked with some skepticism.
"I... I don't know." Neville stared blankly at the wand in his hand.
Even he himself didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
For some reason, Morris always gave him a special sense of reliability. Under Morris's guidance, he recited the incantation correctly, and his hands stopped trembling.
Naturally, the spell was successfully cast.
" Neville," Morris looked at him intently, "You might be a genius when it comes to spells."
A... genius!?
These words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving Neville completely stunned.
This was the first time anyone had ever called him that.
He stared at Morris with his mouth agape, as if the other was speaking a language he couldn't understand at all.
Realizing what he had done, he quickly waved his hand, "I'm not a genius, I can't even use the Levitation Charm yet!"
"Believe me, you are." Morris smiled.
That silly child.
Neville's mouth practically stretched to the sky from his casual compliment.
However, although that's a bit of an exaggeration, the Weakness Jinx is indeed more difficult than the Levitation Charm. Neville was able to master it in just twenty minutes of practice, so his talent is definitely not lacking.
The reason I haven't been able to cast spells consistently before was probably due to a lack of confidence and excessive nervousness.
After all, magic in this world largely depends on the will and beliefs of wizards.
and..
"This wand in your hand, it's not yours, is it?" Morris suddenly asked.
He sensed a noticeable fluctuation in the flow of magic when Neville used the spell.
Neville nodded, but his eyes dimmed. "My wand was left to me by my father."
Morris asked suspiciously, "I remember you come from a wizarding family, right? Is your family short of money?"
Even a student like him, who came from an orphanage, was using a brand new wand.
This is truly hard to understand.
"No, no!" Neville quickly shook his head. "It's not about the money, it's that my grandma insists I use my dad's wand... I really like it too."
"But this wand doesn't like you," Morris sighed. "You've been failing at casting spells, and this wand, which isn't suited to you, has a big problem. If you'd like to take my advice, go to Diagon Alley and get a new one."
"But..." Neville instinctively gripped his wand tighter, his expression hesitant.
"Of course, this is just my suggestion. If you insist on using this wand, that's fine too."
Morris changed the subject, intending to give Neville more confidence, and continued, "Forget about the wand for now. Didn't you just successfully cast the Weakness Jinx? That shows your talent is enough to overcome some of the obstacles posed by the wand."
"You are a genius, Neville!"
"If you don't believe me, try the Levitation Charm now."
Neville was completely taken aback by Morris.
He took a deep breath, his gaze falling on a branch at his feet, and called out, " Wingardium Leviosa!"
The wand was swung with perfect form, and the spell was clearly inscribed.
The tree branch left the ground and hung steadily in the air.
Neville stared blankly at the branch, then at his wand, and finally turned to Morris in disbelief.
Morris shrugged. "See? We did it."
Next, he taught Neville the incantation for the Leg-Locker Curse.
Although he wasn't very skilled yet, after a few practice sessions, Neville was able to use it quite well.
"I'm leaving now, Neville. Practice these spells more, and you can definitely beat Malfoy. Believe in yourself, you're a genius."
"I'm a genius... hehe... hehehe," after teasing the silly little fat boy, Morris turned and left the courtyard.
He didn't dislike people like Neville; in fact, he quite liked them.
Compared to a bratty kid like Draco Malfoy, Neville is just so much cuter.
In the corridor, Morris ran into Quirrell, who was walking towards him.
Quirrell, wearing his signature purple headscarf and carrying a book, walked briskly and exchanged a glance with Morris.
Their eyes met, and Morris smiled politely.
Quirrell's gaze swept over him without lingering, and he brushed past him and walked away.
All that remained was a pungent, foul garlic smell.
To be honest, Morris always thought this garlic had a very unique taste; it not only lacked the peculiar aroma of regular garlic, but also had a faint rotten smell.
This is why he was able to immediately identify Quirrell when they were in Knockturn Alley.
At that moment, Morris suddenly sensed something and took out his Death Compass from his pocket.
The compass needle was pointing steadily in the direction Quirrell had gone.
What... is going on?
Morris narrowed his eyes, and without the slightest hesitation, gripped the compass in his hand, turned around, and quickened his pace toward Quirrell.
He quickly overtook Quirrell without looking back, and stopped naturally at a corner, pretending to examine the portrait on the wall.
At the same time, the guidelines will be directed at what is behind them.
Sure enough, the pointer was pointing precisely at Quirrell, who was approaching.
In other words, Quirrell exudes a very strong aura of death.
Morris was startled.
Could it be... that Professor Quirrell is about to die?
Or perhaps, Quirrell possesses something deeply connected to "death."
Morris suddenly realized something.
This is the world of Harry Potter, telling the story of Harry Potter's battle against Voldemort.
A new professor, his presence in Knockturn Alley, a series of unusual behaviors, and the direction pointed by the Death Compass.
He absolutely refused to believe that Quirrell had no connection to the main storyline.
Morris glanced at Quirrell again, his conviction growing stronger.
Quirinus Quirrell is highly likely to be connected to Voldemort.
They are very likely Voldemort's followers or henchmen.
But so what?
Morris shrugged indifferently.
He was just a minor, slightly gifted student at Hogwarts; his main task should have been to focus on his studies and enjoy school life.
Let the Chosen One handle Voldemort.
Morris would never voluntarily approach Voldemort without any benefit or advantage.
He put away the compass and turned to walk towards the Potions Class classroom.
The next Potions Class for Snape, and he doesn't want to be late.