My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 109 Lockhart's Money Power

After the advanced rituals involving canned goods and fireworks were completed, Maurice suddenly found himself with nothing to do.

After studying magic in the dark and damp basement for several days, he finally decided to go out for a walk and get some fresh air.

When he entered the store, he found Flick talking to a man with a strange appearance.

The man wore a dazzling blue robe, had meticulously styled blond hair, gleaming white teeth, and a radiant smile.

Behind him stood two tall, thin men, shrouded in robes from head to toe.

As Morris approached, he could clearly feel two wary gazes lingering on him for a moment before casually looking away.

bodyguard.

And they're quite professional.

Morris immediately made a judgment in his mind.

"Oh, perfect timing," Frick said, pulling Morris close as he saw him. "Mr. Lockhart, let me introduce you. This is Black; he's the one who made the skeleton dogs you ordered."

Morris immediately understood what was going on.

This person must be the big culprit who ordered those twelve skeleton dogs... oh no, the big customer.

What do they want so many skeleton dogs for?

Frick suddenly leaned close to Morris's ear and whispered, "This guy has already paid the deposit, but he seems a bit hesitant now. Go and say something to him."

After saying that, he patted Maurice on the back without leaving a trace.

Morris understood and stepped forward to extend his hand to Lockhart, "Hello, Mr. Lockhart."

He recognized the other person as Gilderoy Lockhart, a bestselling author whose photo appeared in a book he had previously bought.

Lockhart saw Morris's youthful face, and a hint of surprise and doubt flashed in his eyes. "Oh, Mr. Black, I didn't expect you to be so young."

Morris flashed a perfectly timed smile and exclaimed, "I never expected you to be the one wanting to buy these skeleton dogs, Mr. Lockhart! I'm a big fan of your books!"

"My favorite book is 'Wandering with Werewolves.' I still clearly remember you saying in the book that your ideal birthday gift would be for all people, whether they have magic or not, to live in harmony."

Upon hearing this, Lockhart's doubts quickly vanished, replaced by an intense sense of satisfaction and joy.

He let out a loud laugh and patted Maurice on the shoulder forcefully. "Wandering with werewolves! That's definitely one of my proudest works. Ah, it's wonderful to have readers who appreciate my work!"

Steady!

Morris, maintaining a flattered expression, thought to himself, "So, Mr. Lockhart, are you the one who wants to buy my skeleton dog?"

Lockhart nodded reservedly, his smile still radiant. "Yes, darling, it's me. But before I buy them, I'd like to know where these little guys came from."

As he spoke, he turned to the wall to the side.

The twelve skeleton dogs were all sitting there obediently, staring straight at him.

Morris said, "They were all left to me by my great-great-great-grandfather, and they may be something special."

"A special existence?" Lockhart asked with slight interest.

“Yes,” Morris said seriously, “as you can see, they are extremely rare and have unique research value. I’m sure you won’t find many skeleton dogs like these in the wizarding world.”

"Very good," Lockhart said, "I'll buy it."

"And these skeleton dogs are also... uh, what did you say?" Morris blinked.

He had prepared a whole host of sales pitches to convince the other party of the rarity and value of the skeleton dog, but he never expected the other party to agree so readily.

This caught him somewhat off guard.

"I said I bought it." Lockhart raised his head, took out an exquisite wallet, and poured out a large amount of Galleons with a clatter, without showing the slightest sign of pain on his face.

"Here's the remaining balance, take a look." His tone was very relaxed, as if he had just casually bought a few magazines.

"No need, Mr. Lockhart." Frick smiled and swept all the Galleons on the table into the drawer.

Morris watched from the side, his lips twitching slightly.

I'm so envious.

He also wants to have the power of money.

Lockhart left with a large pack of skeleton dogs.

Morris turned to look at Frick and sighed softly, "The hobbies of the rich are certainly unique."

If he had that many Galleons, he definitely wouldn't spend them on buying a bunch of moving bones... uh, wait.

He suddenly remembered that he had impulsively bought the swallowtail dog skeleton last year.

Frick shrugged. "There's always someone willing to pay for something this rare. Maybe we can raise the price of the Skull Dog; it's more popular than I thought..."

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An owl flew in through the window and dropped a note in front of Frick.

He took the note, glanced at it, and immediately turned around to fiddle with the shelves.

Morris asked casually, "What are you looking for?"

Frick's hands continued moving. "Lady Caroline ordered a potion from me to preserve my bones."

"Could you make me one?" Morris asked. "I'll pay you."

"Of course, twenty Galleons. Thank you for your patronage."

That's really expensive.

Morris took the potion from Frick and returned to the basement.

He certainly wasn't going to use it himself; he just wanted to maintain his mount.

With a wave of his robe, the figure of a skeletal unicorn appeared.

"Don't touch it, this thing isn't cheap."

Maurice hummed a song as he carefully applied the potion to the surface of its bones.

After the potion penetrated, the surface of the skeletal unicorn shimmered with a warm luster.

Morris touched it; the texture was fantastic, without any of the previous dryness.

Wow, the effect is outstanding!

The skeletal unicorn seemed to enjoy this state, lightly stamping its hooves and letting out a joyful cry.

After tending to the skeletal unicorn, Maurice sat back on the bed and began his daily meditation.

In order to further enhance his ability to perceive magic, he meditates for two to three hours almost every day.

This has become an unwavering habit of his.

Meow~

The squeak of canned goods came from the side, and Maurice glanced over instinctively.

"Um?"

The canned food was seen walking lightly through the air.

It's still walking backwards, with all four limbs in the air!

What's going on?

Morris immediately got up and moved closer, wanting to get a better look.

The can, which was floating in mid-air, suddenly crashed to the floor with a whimper.

"How did you do that?" Morris asked in amazement.

Could it be that, besides being able to ignite, the can has also awakened the ability to fly?

The canned food got up, shook its head, and let out a soft cry.

It means that it itself wasn't quite sure; it just happened to fly up when it tried to catch the fireworks in the sky.

"Can we try again?"

The can shook its head; it couldn't do it.

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