My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 101 Stealing the Corpse

Morris quickly found a way to obtain the dragon's blood.

The method is very simple.

All you have to do is go and buy it.

Of course, for a first-year student like him, it is almost impossible to purchase such strictly controlled magical materials through legitimate channels.

Even if he could buy it, it would only be in extremely small quantities, far from meeting his requirements.

Then there's only one choice left—Flip-Down Alley.

After writing to Frick, Morris learned that dragon blood was a relatively common material in Knockturn Alley.

Yes, it's common.

Although dragons are powerful and protected, they are not invincible. There are always some audacious wizards or poachers who manage to obtain parts of their bodies.

However, being able to buy is one thing, but being able to afford it is another.

In short...

Not enough money.

While Maurice was fretting about how to earn Galleons more efficiently, news spread among the Hogwarts students:

Harry and two other Gryffindor students violated school rules and had 150 points deducted from their grades.

Morris was initially skeptical, after all, it was a score of 150.

What did Harry do to deserve so many points being deducted?

Do you eat melon seeds in public at school?

Even if it's a nighttime outing, it probably won't deduct that many points.

He only confirmed the truth of the matter when he passed through the foyer and saw the hourglass distributed by the college.

Could it be that he really went to study black magic?

He asked Harry out of curiosity.

Harry explained the situation in a low voice: they were caught by Professor McGonagall when they were seeing Norbert off, and Malfoy had been following them, but Professor McGonagall believed that they had deliberately framed their classmate.

Moreover, they were not only penalized with points deducted, but also placed in solitary confinement.

All Morris could do was offer words of comfort.

But then again, this is truly the worst luck imaginable.

The final exams at Hogwarts are scheduled for the first week of June.

May is review month.

During this period, the atmosphere in the castle changed noticeably, becoming tense and anxious.

The usual laughter and playfulness have decreased significantly, and students with their textbooks in hand and furrowed brows can be seen everywhere in the corridors and common rooms. The library is also filled with the smell of ink and paper.

Even the Weasley twins temporarily stopped their research and devoted themselves to studying, spending all their time in the library.

However, Morris was very calm because he didn't care about his final grades.

This was his second life, and he had long since become indifferent to these things.

Even if you fail all your grades, it won't change anything, will it?

But even in this tense atmosphere, he still managed to review some of the knowledge he had learned in first grade.

As May drew to a close, Maurice prepared to head to the Forbidden Forest once again.

It was a cloudless night.

At midnight, Maurice quietly left Ravenclaw's common room, skillfully avoiding Filch's patrol routes, and slipped out of the castle through a side door.

Upon reaching the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, he waved his robe, activated a magic circle, summoned a skeletal unicorn, and mounted it.

At the same time, a bone mask slowly appeared on his face.

He was already very familiar with this process.

"The usual place."

The target this time was naturally still those fire dragon bones buried underground.

The skeletal unicorn strode forward, nimbly weaving through the trees at incredible speed.

Recently, Morris modified the seat cushion for the unicorn.

Modern seat cushions not only provide him with better comfort, but also offer better cushioning.

Even when running at full speed, there will be no bumps or jolting.

Morris felt the wind speed and couldn't help but relax.

This is life.

However, the operation seemed to have some difficulties from the very beginning.

Before he had run for even ten minutes in the Forbidden Forest, Morris encountered a group of centaurs.

And so, another familiar chase began.

The ending is self-evident.

This time, the centaur gave up more decisively, chasing for only half a minute.

"This is so boring."

Morris watched the centaurs disappear behind him, feeling rather bored.

He guessed that the centaur had realized he didn't really intend to do evil in the Forbidden Forest.

After all, he had never harmed any living beings in front of the centaurs, nor had he ever confronted them directly.

The only thing that might offend him was the skeletal unicorn he was riding.

So Maurice continued on his way to his destination.

He deliberately slowed down, savoring the tranquility of the night.

This is simply a pleasure.

"Aaaaaah—!"

A piercing scream suddenly shattered the silence of the forbidden forest.

It sounds very young, like a child's voice.

Could it be that some students, like him, were wandering around the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night?

Morris quickly spurred the skeletal unicorn, galloping in that direction at top speed.

It only took him half a minute to reach the area where the sound came from.

The scene before him was completely unexpected.

A cloaked, hooded man was kneeling on the ground, leaning forward. In front of him lay a unicorn, motionless, blood flowing from its neck, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

To Maurice's surprise, Harry Potter was standing not far from that person, his face pale, staring blankly at the scene.

Oh, and it wasn't just Harry; he also had Malfoy and Toothbrush by his side—Hagrid's pets.

Okay, that's all.

The moment Maurice arrived, Malfoy and Axe scrambled away without looking back.

Only Harry remained standing there, dumbfounded.

However, Morris felt he didn't need to worry about Harry's safety, because right behind Harry, a silver figure was rapidly approaching—a centaur.

The centaurs were clearly there to protect Harry.

Morris hesitated for only a second.

The next moment, he spurred the skeletal unicorn to charge at the man in black robes with all his might.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the skeletal unicorn's hard horn slammed into it solidly.

The figure in black robes let out a painful, inhuman scream, and was sent flying through the air before crashing heavily to the ground several meters away.

Morris was almost certain that this man was Quirrell.

However, knocking Quirrell away was not his main objective.

Even as the skeletal unicorn charged, his wand was already in his hand.

A shrinking spell was aimed precisely at the unicorn carcass on the ground.

He then flicked his wand, and the shrunken corpse flew up and was gently caught by the skeletal unicorn.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye.

"Walk!"

Morris immediately steered the skeletal unicorn to turn around and escape the scene at full speed.

He will not hunt unicorns.

But why not use the readily available materials?

He wouldn't feel any guilt about taking things from Quirrell.

There's even a strange sense of exhilaration.