My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

After tidying up the warehouse, Maurice carried his cat back to his dorm.

Scott's bed was empty; he'd probably gone out for a stroll.

That's fine, Morris casually put the black cat on his roommate's bed.

The magnanimous Scott certainly wouldn't mind the extra black cat paw prints on the sheets.

Watching the black cat frolicking on the bed, Maurice closed his eyes and silently thought to himself:

"The Book of the Dharma Master"

The next second, the phantom of a book slowly appeared in his mind.

The book cover is dark, made of an indescribable material, and covered with interwoven starlight.

But that's not important.

With a thought, Maurice turned a page in the book.

"Undead Creature Conversion Magic Circle"

This is the title of this page, and also the magic circle that Morris just successfully practiced in the warehouse.

"As expected, this wasn't just my imagination."

Morris opened his eyes and finally faced reality.

That's great, he's not mentally ill.

Upon learning this, Maurice breathed a huge sigh of relief.

This strange book of magic had suddenly appeared in his mind a few days ago.

Just like a real book, he could access and peruse the book of the mage in his mind at any time.

However, much of the book's content seems to be sealed off by some force.

At first, Morris could only see the first few pages, but as time went on, he was able to see more and more content.

For example, the undead creature transformation magic circle appeared last night.

However, what's strange is that although the book is called "The Book of Mages," the content that has been unlocked so far seems to be all about the undead and curses.

Generally speaking, if a normal person suddenly gains such an ominous ability, they will definitely feel some unease and resentment.

However, Morris didn't care.

Now that you've acquired this special ability, just accept it.

Moreover, given his current level of understanding, it's simply a pipe dream for him to find out the origin of this book.

Having sorted everything out, Maurice climbed into Scott's bed and happily rolled around with his ghost cat.

The familiar cool touch emanating from the cat was still there.

......

The last day of July.

A week has passed since Maurice received the letter from Hogwarts.

In the afternoon, Maurice was weeding in the orphanage yard.

Because it hadn't been maintained for a long time, the yard was overgrown with weeds, which had even submerged the path, making it impossible to walk.

The government, of course, would not waste its precious funds on such trivial matters.

Naturally, the children in the orphanages served as cheap labor.

Morris wouldn't refuse.

However, almost half of the children slipped away when the caregivers weren't looking, and most of the rest either dawdled or played around.

The personalities of the children in this orphanage can also be glimpsed from this.

That's really awful.

As he said before, the children who entered this orphanage all had some personality problems.

This is not him gossiping about others behind their backs.

The environment is the biggest dyeing vat, and the children here are helpless.

Fortunately, Maurice was an adult in his previous life, and his personality was not distorted by such an environment.

The two caregivers didn't seem to care, and just strolled around the yard lazily.

Judging from this efficiency, they may not be able to finish tidying up the yard until the end of the summer vacation.

Seeing this, Morris naturally joined the group of people slacking off.

Of course, he wasn't idle while slacking off.

He could also peruse the mage's book in his mind and study its contents.

To others, he just looked like he was in a daze.

That's one of the advantages.

Being able to slack off without making a sound is a skill that every working person dreams of.

For the past week, he has been trying to learn the magic in the mage's book.

For example, this curse spell called the Curse of Weakness.

Unfortunately, it seems to be more difficult than he imagined.

The key to magic lies in "construction".

While incantations and gestures are necessary, they are more like an auxiliary method.

The true core lies in the operation of mental power.

Simply put, it involves using mental power to construct a complex and precise energy structure in the spiritual world, which is essentially a spell model.

Once the spell model of the Weakness Curse is constructed, the spell can be cast successfully.

Thinking of this, Morris rubbed his forehead in slight annoyance.

Even though he has found some tricks, it is still somewhat difficult for him now.

In the process of constructing a spell model, even the slightest distraction will result in immediate failure.

He has tried hundreds of times, but has only succeeded once.

Yes, once.

Morris had always considered himself a person who was good at concentrating, so this result inevitably made him somewhat discouraged.

Just as he was feeling troubled, his roommate Scott struck up a conversation with him.

"Hey, Maurice, is that your cat?"

Morris looked in the direction Scott was pointing.

His ghostly cat was standing atop a wall that had lost its plaster, baring its teeth and confronting a large, spotted wildcat.

Is a fight about to break out? Morris became interested.

The undead cat had sharp eyes, its pupils narrowed into two vertical lines.

Ha, it's a domesticated cat now, how dare a mere stray cat provoke it?

Moreover, its owner has bestowed upon it extraordinary power.

Thinking of this, the undead cat arched its body, its fur standing on end, and with a sudden burst of power from its hind legs, it pounced fiercely at the spotted wildcat like a black arrow!

Then......

"Snapped!"

The wall was slapped off by a spotted stray cat.

"..."

"Your cat is really weak," Scott remarked, arms crossed, somewhat speechless.

Looking at the undead cat rolling on the ground and whimpering at him, Morris suddenly felt a little reluctant to accept that it was his cat.

That's so embarrassing.

You are, after all, a noble undead creature.

It's one thing to be unable to beat a stray cat, but can't you at least show some backbone?

"It's probably just a stray cat that looks like one." Morris looked away expressionlessly.

"?!"

As if it had heard its master's words, the undead cat immediately stopped its clumsy performance, darted to Morris's feet like a shadow, climbed up his trouser leg, and buried itself in his arms.

Watching the ghostly cat rubbing its head against Maurice's chest, Scott's lips twitched. "...This cat seems to like you. Its name is Canned Food, right?"

"Yes." Morris gave a helpless look.

"Canned Food" was the name he gave to the ghost cat.

This was to commemorate the overturned can of fruit that he had treasured for two months.

Incidentally, Morris also used the undead creature preservation guide in the Book of Mages to preserve the canned goods.

"Mr. Blake, I must remind you again, cats are not allowed here," a caregiver said, approaching him with a blank expression.

"Yes, sir, but it's just a stray cat." Morris nodded obediently and then tossed the can of food aside.

The canned food moved swiftly and disappeared behind the wall, leaving only a blurry black shadow.

The caregiver nodded and said nothing more.

Morris is already quite adept at dealing with caregivers.

As long as a child doesn't talk back and behaves obediently, most caregivers won't make things difficult for them.