My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

"Of course," Morris replied calmly.

"No problem," the boy named Kyle nodded.

Robert smiled with satisfaction. "Very good, then I'll decide the competition details. May I ask, did you all practice the Transfiguration Charm during the summer vacation?"

Morris and Kyle nodded simultaneously.

"That's great. You all seem very confident. You're truly Ravenclaw students," Robert said approvingly, his gaze casually sweeping over the other freshmen around him.

Two of them lowered their heads in shame—they had spent the entire summer vacation enjoying their last moments of fun and hadn't even thought about previewing the textbook.

"Then the competition will be about the Transfiguration Spell."

Robert walked to a table with all sorts of random odds and ends on it.

"The rules are simple," he gestured for the two to come forward, "You can choose any item from this table and transform it into whatever you like, the more detailed the better. In the end, everyone present will vote to decide the winner."

The older students gathered around, their faces showing expressions of anticipation.

They knew very well that very few students could master the Transfiguration Charm before even entering school.

In their eyes, Maurice and Kyle were mostly just putting on a brave face.

"A transformation spell?"

Morris drew his wand from his waist and gently waved it at a silver teapot on the table.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the teapot began to deform.

The body of the pot transformed into a robe, the spout extended into an arm, and the lid became that familiar face with a wise smile.

In just ten seconds, a delicate miniature statue of Rowena Ravenclaw appeared on the table, almost identical to the statue at the bottom of the stairs, except for a few details about the folds in her clothes.

"That's all there is to it," Morris said with a shrug.

He doesn't know how good others are, but this is the limit he can currently achieve.

Robert strode forward and examined the small statue closely. "Perfect attention to detail. This is already at a third-year level, Morris."

The Ravenclaw students watching spontaneously burst into applause.

The older students' faces were filled with surprise.

They came to watch the spectacle, but unexpectedly witnessed the birth of a transformation genius.

Robert also developed a strong interest in this freshman named "Maurice".

Excellent people often share common traits.

In fact, he was able to do such a transformation when he was a first-year student, so he understands that it takes extremely high talent and hard work to master it in a short period of time.

He carefully observed the black-haired boy in front of him—Maurice's face remained calm, as if the amazing transformation he had just performed was nothing more than a casual act.

Could it be that he's still hiding his true strength?

Robert shook his head, clearing his mind, and turned to Kyle, asking gently, "Do you still want to continue the competition? I think Maurice must have put in a tremendous amount of effort over the summer to reach this level."

Kyle: "..."

Is there even a need to compare?

He was just an ordinary freshman.

Although I did study the basics of Transfiguration during the summer vacation, it was limited to the simplest transformation, such as turning a match into a needle.

He looked at the lifelike miniature statue on the table and felt a wave of powerlessness.

Is this guy really a freshman?

"I give up," he said softly.

Thus, Morris got the only single dormitory room he wanted.

Morris put away his wand and nodded slightly to Robert. "Thank you."

"You deserve it. Your room is on the top floor, room number seven," Robert said with a smile. "But I must warn you, while a single room is quiet, it also means you'll lack roommate support. If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to come to me anytime."

"Also, your luggage will be delivered in about five minutes."

"I understand," Morris nodded.

His prefect seemed to be a friendly person.

"Alright, everyone," Robert clapped his hands and announced to the crowd, "You can now choose to go back to your rooms, or stay here a little longer. That's it, dismissed!"

......

It has been proven that outstanding individuals often receive special attention.

This is especially evident in Ravenclaw.

Morris was just resting on the sofa in the lounge while waiting for his luggage to arrive when several students from different grades came up to talk to him.

Morris had to answer all sorts of questions from them.

The Ravenclaw students seemed to really enjoy this segment, asking all sorts of unusual questions:

"How did you learn your Transfiguration Charm?"

"Based on intuition."

"What do your parents do? Are they wizards?"

"I am an orphan."

"What's your wand made of?"

"Made of wood."

Are you male or female?

"A man..."

"Do you like boys?"

"?"

Morris looked up and saw that the person asking the question was a sweet-looking older girl.

He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Honestly, is it serious to ask a first-year student this kind of question?

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.

After dealing with the group of curious students, Morris climbed the stairs and entered dormitory number seven.

This is a quarter-circular room with four four-poster beds with curtains evenly spaced along the curved walls, next to four huge arched windows.

In addition, there are two long desks, a mirror, a clothes rack, and four large cabinets.

As Robert said, it was a four-person dormitory room.

However, Maurice is currently using this room alone.

What a luxurious and sinful space.

One of the beds was already covered with white sheets, and his suitcase stood quietly at the foot of the bed.

Morris walked to the window and looked out.

The Black Lake shimmered in the twilight, and the moon was clearly visible, making for a rather pleasant scene.

He then opened his suitcase and began packing his few personal belongings.

After everything was settled, he suddenly realized a problem:

Where is his cat?

Just then, a commotion came from outside the window.

Morris stepped forward and opened the window, only to find two dark shadows flying into the room in an instant.

A jet-black owl is holding a similarly jet-black cat in its talons.

The cat was writhing angrily and hissing in discontent. But unfortunately, the owl's talons had its grip firmly on the scruff of its neck, and it could do nothing.

Where did you go?

Clearly, these are his pets—canned food and fireworks.

Fireworks casually tossed the can onto the carpet, let out a cry, then turned and disappeared into Maurice's shadow—after flying around with the silly cat, it now needed to replenish its energy.

The canned food bared its teeth at Maurice's shadow, and after a fit of impotent rage, it finally turned into a pitiful whimper, rolling around on the ground.

It was just taking a walk outside when suddenly a bird of prey snatched it up into the sky and carried it around the entire Hogwarts.

This is pure revenge!

But this is not important.

The important thing is...

It glanced at Maurice's shadow.

That's unfair! That's unfair!

As a pet, why doesn't it have the special ability to enter the shadows?

Blatant favoritism!

It seems they don't get along well, Morris thought.

He crouched down, gently rubbed the can's head, and comforted it for a while.

After the cat calmed down, he changed into his pajamas, climbed into bed, and fell into a deep sleep.