My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Mid-August.

Two weeks have passed since the creation of the Undead Owl Fireworks.

On a sunny morning, Maurice was sitting cross-legged on his bed.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on him. His breathing was steady, his chest rose and fell rhythmically, and he exuded a strange sense of tranquility.

"Hey, Maurice," came Scott's confused voice from the lower bunk, "you've been in that position for half an hour, what are you doing?"

Morris slowly opened his eyes, his silver-gray pupils appearing exceptionally clear. "I already said, I'm meditating."

"But you just sit there without moving, don't your legs go numb?" Scott clearly didn't understand.

Honestly, it really does feel numb.

Morris was already feeling a cramp in his thigh.

Perhaps he should try a different posture next time he meditates.

Seeing that it was almost time, he rolled out of bed, but his legs went weak and he almost bumped into the table next to him.

"So what's the point of this?" Scott pressed.

Morris gently moved his numb legs, feeling the stinging sensation of blood flowing again.

"This can help you concentrate more easily," he explained. "It's very useful; you can try it. It's very simple: first, clear your mind, then..."

"Never mind," Scott said, pursing his lips and interrupting Morris.

It's impossible to get a small child to sit still for half an hour.

Morris shrugged.

In fact, the "meditation" he mentioned was not just an action, but one of the spells recorded in the Book of Wizards.

Regular meditation can significantly improve his concentration and directly affect the accuracy and success rate of spellcasting.

Morris's success rate in casting the Curse of Weakness is now nearly fifty percent.

This was a great encouragement to him.

Now, he can be considered to have some fighting ability.

At least if you encounter a robber on the street, you won't be completely defenseless.

Judging from Harold's condition after being cursed, the curse is quite effective, almost completely incapacitating an adult.

"I'm going out to play." Scott pulled a small knife from under his pillow and deftly tucked it into his pants. "Want to come along?"

Morris shook his head, took two fifty-pence coins out of his pocket, and said, "Bring me back two chocolate bars, and the rest are yours."

Scott's eyes lit up, and he nimbly caught the tossed coin. "As expected of you, Morris, you're so generous."

"Remember to buy it from the shop on the next street; I like it there."

Scott gave a no-brainer and skipped out of the room.

"He's a kid after all, so full of energy," Morris thought.

If you want to get to the next street, it will take almost an hour to walk there.

And then, the dormitory finally became quiet.

Morris pulled out his suitcase from under the bed and took out his wand.

In the past few days, he has also tried the spells from the Hogwarts textbooks.

"Fluorescent lights!"

Morris waved his wand, and a soft white light appeared at the tip.

"..."

The spell was cast smoothly.

Seeing this, he touched his chin.

Although he successfully cast the spell again, he still felt that something was not quite right.

Why is this magic completely different from what he learned in the book of mages?

To cast this glowing spell, all you need to do is make precise hand gestures with your wand, concentrate, and clearly pronounce the incantation.

While there are some minor details, the most important thing is that casting this spell doesn't require constructing a spell model at all!

According to the spellbook, this should be the most crucial step in casting magic.

Perhaps the two magic systems are different?

That was all Morris could guess.

However, this is not necessarily a bad thing.

Why not use magic more easily?

If every spell truly required a spell model, that would be a real headache.

Morris opened the "Standard Spells, Beginner" book he had bought earlier in Diagon Alley and began to read it.

It contains very basic spells, such as "Yugadilm Leviosa" which makes objects float, and "Alothorpe" which unlocks locks.

It is worth noting that most of their spells are traceable.

It sounds a bit like Latin or Greek.

This is completely different from the magic described in the mage's book.

The spells in the Book of Wizards do not belong to any language that Morris knows.

That language possessed a magical quality, as if it were born to be used in magic.

Morris continued to peruse the book with great interest, discovering that it also contained detailed annotations of the correct staff-swinging trajectory and pronunciation points for each spell.

"It's very convenient." He nodded slightly.

These spells should be easy to learn.

Just as Maurice was trying other spells, the can appeared outside the window at some unknown time.

Where have you been lately?

Morris brought the canned food into the room and patted its head.

He hadn't seen the silly cat for several days.

Meow~

The can rubbed against Maurice's palm, snuggled into Maurice's arms, and purred contentedly.

"Looks like you're having a lot of fun."

Morris gently stroked the fur on the back of the can, and the can immediately squinted its eyes comfortably.

While the canned food was happy, some people were not.

Fireworks leaped out of Maurice's shadow and landed lightly on the table in front of him.

"Awoo!"

It let out a strange cry, spread its wings, and struck a threatening pose at the can.

Startled, the canned food raised its head and glared back at the fireworks without flinching, letting out a low growl as if issuing a warning.

The two undead creatures thus formed a standoff, leaving Morris somewhat amused and exasperated.

"Alright, alright, go play somewhere else."

To appease the jealous Fireworks, Maurice put down the can he was holding and continued studying the textbook in his hands.

The two little ones jumped onto Scott's bed and started playing around.

Looks like his poor roommate is going to have to wash the sheets again...

Morris apologized to Scott in his mind.

He got up to close the window, but suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, a pair of big, round eyes appeared outside the window, staring intently at him.

It was an unfamiliar owl.

The owl tilted its head slightly, and then a letter was tossed into Maurice's hand.

"This is......"

The sender's name written on the cover was none other than Ezra Frick.

Morris immediately opened the envelope.

Dear guest, the item you requested is not for sale and cannot be sold.

However, if you are interested in other items, I have a list of items for sale for your reference.

All products are guaranteed to be of high quality. Please include payment with your order and we will deliver the goods.

Sincerely, Ezra Flick

After a cursory glance, Morris was somewhat disappointed.

Based on this reply, it seems impossible to buy that skeleton for the time being.