My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 363 The Complete Guide to Elementary Magic

"It's likely to rain today." Kyle looked up at the sky, then turned to Morris. "So what are we going to do today?"

All eyes turned to Maurice.

Neville's expression was serious, his back ramrod straight, and his wand gripped tightly in his hand. Fred and George, on the other hand, yawned in unison; they must have stayed up all night.

"Let's get on the ship first," Morris said mysteriously. "Today I've prepared some very interesting magic to share with you."

Yes, just as you think.

"We're not sleepy anymore now that you're talking about this." Fred immediately perked up, nudging George next to him with his elbow, and George's eyes lit up as well.

They had learned the fireball spell, so they naturally knew the wonder of magic that didn't require a wand.

Morris snapped his fingers.

The lake water surged, and the boat in the bottle slowly rose from underwater into the air. A few strands of seaweed hung from the bottle's mouth, and a giant squid lazily lay on top of the bottle, its tentacles dangling down and gently swaying in the water.

Neville instinctively took a step back.

"Ah, it's a giant squid." Fred said, unsurprised.

This big guy is an old friend.

Morris gently waved his right hand, causing the boat in the bottle to sway in the air.

The giant squid was startled by the sudden commotion and slid off the bottle into the lake, splashing a large amount of water.

Perhaps in retaliation, before leaving, it flicked its tentacle, splashing water at Maurice.

Morris nimbly dodged, but Neville got splashed in the face, staggering back two steps and frantically wiping his face.

"It's angry," George said gleefully from the side.

"Don't worry, the giant squid doesn't hold grudges," Morris said, waving at the ship in the bottle.

The boat in the bottle slowly floated towards them.

Two minutes later, the group entered the living room of the ship in a bottle.

Fred stood at the entrance, looking around in surprise. "Maurice, you expanded this place?"

"That's right," Morris replied.

Recently, he has expanded his living room space to more than double its original size.

The extra space was used to place several mannequins for training magic.

The dummy was something he had taken from the storeroom of the House of Requirement; it was at least a hundred or two hundred years old.

Although it was a long time ago, Morris tested it and found that these dummies had very high resistance to magic and also had self-repair capabilities.

I don't know why such a useful item would be abandoned there.

Neville pointed at the mannequins and asked, "What are these things used for?"

Morris smiled slightly, "Of course, it's to test the magic you're going to learn next."

He walked to the coffee table, took a notebook out of his pocket, placed it on the table, and opened it.

"The Complete Book of Elementary Magic," Morris introduced.

Like the parchment that recorded the Fireball spell before, this book is completely blank to the naked eye.

Only by touching it with mental power can one obtain its contents.

What's recorded inside are, of course, the magic that Maurice invented during this period.

"I hope you remember how to do it," Morris said to the group. "Touch it with your mental power."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately gathered around, all closing their eyes—this would allow them to more smoothly channel their mental energy.

Morris leaned back on the sofa, crossed his arms, and waited silently.

About two minutes later, Fred was the first to look up, his eyes filled with shock. "You invented all of this?"

“That’s right,” Morris nodded. “In fact, as long as you know the method, inventing these spells is not difficult.”

"As expected of you," Fred exclaimed. "This quantity... is truly astonishing."

The others also stopped reading and looked at Maurice.

Morris smiled.

In fact, although there are many kinds of magic in this book, they are all similar to the fireball spell, just a little trick to play around with.

It's impossible to say how powerful it is.

His inspiration mostly comes from the online games he played in his previous life.

Minor spells like Frostbolt, Chain Lightning, Shadow Bolt, and Magic Missile.

There are about twenty or thirty kinds.

It could even be said that they were mass-produced.

Once you figure out the effect you want a spell to achieve, create the corresponding spell model, and then conduct a few trials and adjustments, a brand new spell will be born.

These fancy but weak spells can achieve the desired effect with almost no adjustments.

Compared to his other self-created magic, the Spectral Veil, the two are worlds apart in terms of difficulty, like comparing heaven and earth.

"Give it a try, Fred," Morris said, pointing to the mannequin beside him, his meaning clear.

"Watch this," Fred said, walking up to a mannequin, holding out his palm, and shouting, "Chain Lightning!"

A tiny arc of electricity flashed across his palm.

And that was it.

"..." Morris rubbed his forehead. "Why are you shouting so loudly? That's enough. The most important thing is to focus your attention. The spell model is the key."

"All right."

Fred scratched his head and got back into position.

"Chain Lightning!"

This time, there was finally a passable response.

A ball of light, the size of a fist, condensed in his hand and slowly rotated.

As he swung his arm, the ball of light shot towards the dummy, hitting it squarely in the chest. It exploded instantly, turning into three arcs of electricity that struck two dummy figures next to him and the wall behind him.

"It's a success!"

Fred ran up excitedly and peered closely at the dummy for a closer look.

As a result, he found that the dummy's chest was only slightly charred, and the skin was not even cracked.

He reached out and wiped it, a thin layer of black powder coming off his fingers.

The dummy's chest flashed briefly before returning to normal.

"Uh, that's it?" Fred's voice held a hint of disappointment. "I went through all that trouble, and this is all the trace I left?"

"Actually, you didn't put in much effort," George muttered under his breath.

Morris smiled and stood up from the sofa. "Although this magic's potential is not high and its power is not great, you definitely still have room for improvement."

Hearing this, Kyle asked curiously, "What's the ceiling?"

"Let me demonstrate."

Morris walked up to the dummy, waved his hand gently, and a ball of light was launched.

The moment the ball of light hit, the entire dummy flew up, crashed into the wall behind it, convulsed, and fell to the ground, its entire body charred black, with fine arcs of electricity crackling all over it, making it too terrifying to look at.

Neville stared wide-eyed at the sight.

"That's about it." Morris shrugged. "This is the best this spell model can do. Even if it hits a person, they probably won't die."

He took out his wand and gently waved it at the dummy. The dummy returned to its original position, and at the same time, the charred marks faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The living room was quiet for a few seconds.

"That's amazing enough." Fred took a deep breath. "Maurice, could you demonstrate some other magic?"

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"Of course," Morris nodded.