Quirrell should have already realized that he lost the notebook.
During the subsequent Dark Magic Defence Class, he appeared unusually distracted, his eyes constantly scanning the classroom.
This is very unusual, because normally Quirrell would just bury himself in his textbooks, reading the contents haltingly, and almost never pay attention to the students in the audience.
As usual, Morris was engrossed in reading an advanced Potions book during class.
He wasn't flustered at all.
There were many people in the corridor yesterday. As long as he didn't give anything away, Quirrell had no reason to suspect that he took the book.
The entire class was shrouded in a strange atmosphere.
Quirrell showed no interest in paying attention in class, and would even suddenly stop reading from the textbook every now and then.
Halfway through the class, Morris suddenly noticed a shadow cast on the edge of his desk.
He slowly raised his head and met Quirrell's bloodshot eyes.
However, Quirrell did nothing further, simply walking back to the podium and continuing the lesson.
Kyle leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Professor Quirrell? He stopped at everyone's desk for a while just now."
Morris lowered his head again, letting the light fall on the Potions book, and casually said, "Don't worry about it, adults always have a few days when they're not feeling well each month."
He noticed that Quirrell looked terrible.
Pale and weak, like a patient who has been ill for a long time.
He quietly reached into his pocket and pulled out his Death Compass.
I don't know when it started, but the clock has been pointing at Quirrell again.
At noon, Morris ran into Quirrell again in the corridor.
The other person unexpectedly called out to him, their voice trembling. " Mr. Black, these past few days... have you seen a... notebook?"
"No, Professor Quirrell," Morris replied calmly.
The conversation has ended.
Quirrell made no further move and quickly turned and left.
The result was just a routine inquiry.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from behind him, " Black, what did Quirrell say to you?"
Morris turned his head and saw Snape standing not far away.
He immediately smiled and went to greet him, "Hello, Professor Snape, what a coincidence! I happen to have some questions about Potions I'd like to ask you."
Snape interrupted coldly, "Answer my question first."
"Oh."
Morris repeated Quirrell's question to him word for word, even mimicking his tone perfectly.
Snape listened but did not respond to his humor; he simply nodded slightly.
Morris immediately pulled a small notebook from his pocket. "Professor, I've come up with a few more good ideas about the Draught of Living Death."
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It's the Draught of Living Death again!
Snape's face darkened.
Why is his student so averse to the Draught of Living Death?
For several weeks in a row, Morris had been discussing the formula for the Draught of Living Death with him.
What kind of magic does this Potions possess?
"Professor? Professor? Are you listening?"
Snape took a deep breath, feeling a throbbing pain in his temples.
He glanced at the small notebook in Morris's hand, which was densely covered with formulas and messy annotations, indicating that he was indeed seriously studying the subject.
It seems I'm going to be entangled with this for a while longer.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.
The temperature is gradually warming up.
During this time, Morris stopped studying any Dark Magic, and he hid the notebook in a corner of the box.
In addition, through his unremitting efforts, he finally achieved some success in the formula for the Draught of Living Death.
By using a special method to pre-treat the Sopophorous Bean, you can reduce the amount of Sopophorous Bean used by half without affecting the effectiveness.
But for some reason, when Morris excitedly shared this research result with Snape, Snape angrily kicked him out of the office.
Hmm, they're probably just in a bad mood lately.
It probably has nothing to do with him.
Another piece of good news is that Morris received an order from Frick a few days ago; several more customers have placed orders for Skeleton Dog with him.
His secret stash of money was replenished once again.
This instantly boosted his confidence considerably.
He could finally order some of the more expensive herbs from shops in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley to research new Potions recipes.
One Saturday morning, Morris ran into Harry and his two friends in the library.
"We're preparing for our final exams, Morris," Hermione said matter-of-factly. "I advise you to start studying early, or it'll be too late."
A tall stack of books was piled up in front of her.
Ron muttered under his breath, "There are still two months until finals..."
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"There are only two months left," Hermione corrected.
"Thanks for reminding me," Morris said, "But I don't need to review."
Hermione pouted, "Are you really that confident you can get a good grade on the final exam?"
I never said that.
At least Morris has little confidence in the History of Magic.
"It's always good to prepare early," Hermione said to Ron. "I just saw your two brothers at the library too; you should take a cue from them."
" George and Fred?" Ron rolled his eyes. "I bet they're not here to study."
Morris found the Weasley Twins in a corner of the library and walked over.
Several books were spread out on the table in front of them, and the two of them were engrossed in flipping through them.
"You all look very busy," Morris said.
"It's you, Morris," George said without looking up. "We're designing a new candy."
Fred added, "It's used to fake being sick and then skip class... Hey George, write this down in the book, it'll be useful."
He handed the book he was holding to George.
George took it and immediately began copying it down, working together seamlessly.
Morris leaned closer. "Pretend to be sick? Why not just drink Potions? I know a Potions recipe that will give you a rash all over your body, but the toxicity is very low. You'll be fine in half an hour after drinking the antidote."
Fred and George looked up at the same time, their eyes shining as if they had discovered a new continent.
So Morris shared his Potions recipe with the twins.
Fred rubbed his hands together excitedly, "We'll try to incorporate it into candy, and add some magic. George, how about a double-layered filling?"
"Fantastic!"
Morris was a little puzzled. "Why do you insist on mixing in candy? Wouldn't it be more convenient to just drink the Potions directly? One bottle can be used several times, and the effects are easier to control."
"That's not interesting enough, Morris," the twins said simultaneously.
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