My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Morris turned his attention to the sales list attached to the end of the letter.

[Swallowtail Dog Skeleton - 30 Galleons]

[Bird skeleton - 45 Galleons]

[Cat-leopard skeleton - 80 Galleons]

【Horned Beast Skeleton - 120 Galleons (Note: Horns missing)】

[Skull of a venomous leopard - 200 Galleons (Note: fangs intact)]...

At the end of the list, there is a small note: Prices are non-negotiable. Special species can be pre-ordered. A basic maintenance guide is also included.

After looking at the list, Morris was stunned for a moment.

The skeletons on the table were of various animals he didn't recognize.

There are even shops that specialize in this kind of business; no wonder they're located in Flip-Flop Alley.

Although he was not familiar with the specific laws of the magical world, this kind of transaction should be more or less problematic.

So, the skeleton he saw in the secondhand robe shop earlier must also be genuine.

Morris's desire to possess it suddenly intensified.

It seems I have to talk to the boss in person.

Of course not now—not only does he lack the ability to protect himself, but even if the boss were willing to sell to him, he wouldn't have enough Galleons.

Because he bought an owl and some miscellaneous items, he now only has 39 Galleons left, along with some Silver Sickles and Bronze Nats.

That amount of money is only enough to buy a swallowtail dog skeleton.

Morris sighed softly.

Indeed, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, people always have to worry about money.

So, should we buy it or not?

The skeleton of a swallowtail dog.

To be honest, he was quite interested.

It sounds like the skeleton of some kind of canine creature.

But... wouldn't it be a little unsafe?

What if he sends the gold gallons out and the other party doesn't give him the goods?

After all, this was a completely unfamiliar shop located in a back alley with no reputation whatsoever.

Morris has never liked to dwell on such matters.

I bought it!

He immediately picked up a pen and wrote his reply on the paper:

Mr. Frick:

Please reserve a swallowtail dog skeleton for me; I will enclose 30 Galleons with this letter.

If convenient, please include a basic description of the species.

Looking forward to your order.

After finishing the letter, he carefully counted out 30 Galleons from his purse and wrapped them in a soft cloth.

This expense nearly depleted most of his savings, but he still felt it was worth it considering he would acquire a genuine, well-preserved skeleton of a magical creature.

Morris handed the heavy envelope and package to the owl waiting on the windowsill, and the owl immediately flapped its wings and disappeared into the sky.

In the end, curiosity prevailed over concerns.

A skeleton of a magical animal is of absolutely no use to him now.

He was simply interested in it.

That's it.

But that's enough as a reason to shop.

Forget it, no need to overthink it.

Morris closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.

......

Two nights later, the owl visited Morris's house again.

This time, Morris received a note and a large wooden box.

Thank you for your patronage. We look forward to cooperating with you again.

That's the entire contents of the letter.

As for the information he requested about the Swallowtail Dog, it was nowhere to be found.

It turned out to be unreliable.

As Maurice opened the wooden box, a bad feeling crept into his heart.

"..."

He stared at the contents of the box, lost in thought.

The box was filled with bone fragments of various sizes.

These bone fragments come in various shapes, ranging from small finger bones to larger leg bones.

Each fragment was remarkably well-preserved, gleaming with a warm luster under the light.

Morris, somewhat exasperated, dumped all the fragments onto the table; there were probably several hundred pieces.

In addition, there was a very small glass bottle labeled "adhesive".

After all that, it turns out I had to assemble it myself.

He rubbed his temples helplessly.

"Whoosh—look what I found... Wait, Morris, what are you doing?"

Just then, Scott opened the door and walked in, holding a five-pound note in his hand.

When he saw the table full of bone fragments, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Where did you get so many bones?" He leaned closer to the table, carefully poking a skull fragment with his finger. "This couldn't be... a human bone, could it?"

"You have a very vivid imagination," Morris said, leaning back in his chair with a hint of helplessness. "This is a skeletal model of a dog."

This excuse is quite reasonable, because these bones do indeed look very much like a model.

"You found this? Oh, never mind that!" Scott waved the five-pound note excitedly. "Look! This is the real find, I found it under the trash can."

He proudly spread the banknotes out on the table—such a large sum was not usually seen.

"Great, but I don't recommend you go through the trash cans," Maurice replied casually, picking up two bone fragments and gesturing with them.

"I didn't rummage through the trash!" Scott scoffed. "Never mind... are you going to finish assembling this model?"

"Hmm." Morris focused all his attention on the activity in his hands.

"I'll help!" Scott said enthusiastically, rolling up his sleeves.

Before Morris could respond, he had already picked up a few bone fragments and started trying to solve them like a jigsaw puzzle.

Oh well, let it be.

Morris sighed.

It's normal for kids to be playful.

......

About two and a half hours later.

Morris rubbed his sore eyes and stretched. "It should be about time."

The bone fragments on the table had been pieced together to form a relatively complete whole.

"Yes, it's perfect."

Although there were still many unused bone parts scattered on the table, Maurice nodded in satisfaction.

"Hey, I thought this was supposed to be a dog model," Scott said, tilting his head and looking at the skeleton on the table with a puzzled expression. "Dogs are supposed to walk on their stomachs, right? Why is this thing standing? And... why are its arms different lengths? Wait, why is its tail in front?"

Don't worry about the details.

Morris sighed and used his hands to overturn the entire skeleton.

Indeed, trying to assemble the skeleton of a completely unfamiliar magical creature without blueprints is quite a tall order.

Scott looked at the model, now a pile of broken bones, and clicked his tongue regretfully. "It was so hard to put it back together."

"It's okay."

Morris replied and started fiddling with it again.

"You can play, I'm going to sleep." Scott yawned widely, stretched, and stood up from the table. "I have to get up early tomorrow."

He kicked off his shoes and lazily climbed back into his bed.

......

The next day, Morris attempted to use an undead creature transformation magic circle to directly transform the pile of broken bones.

Unfortunately, he failed.

Those bones showed absolutely no sign of coming back to life.

......