My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 367 Professor McGonagall and Umbridge

Ultimately, Ron also joined the Legilimency training course offered by Morris.

Two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye.

On Sunday morning, in the Charms class, three Weasleys were practicing Legilimency on each other.

Whenever they had free time, they would get together to practice.

The progress was remarkable; by this time, all three of them were able to read other people's memories without using a wand.

However, the results are very unstable, not 100% successful, and very easy to detect.

Fred and George's performance was as expected, but Ron's quick understanding was truly unexpected by Morris.

To put it bluntly, he initially didn't even think Ron would be able to learn the magic smoothly.

After all, capturing the mind and thoughts is not a simple matter.

Indeed, the Weasley surname has something special about it.

After the practice session, Maurice said to everyone, "That's all I can teach. If you want to improve further, you'll have to practice more."

Ron leaned closer, a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and asked, "I did a good job, didn't I?"

He seemed to really want Maurice's approval.

Morris glanced at him and sincerely praised, "Very impressive."

This is the case.

Ron grinned, his smugness impossible to hide.

Fred and George, unusually, did not pour cold water on the idea.

"That's really good," Fred patted him on the shoulder, "much faster than we expected. But I accidentally saw some of your memories just now; you seemed to be...

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Ron was horrified; his face turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled. "What did you see?"

Fred seemed to be suppressing a laugh. "Don't get agitated, I was just saying. Your privacy is still protected."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was still not good.

After leaving the Charms classroom, it was already late. Maurice went straight back to the Ship in the Bottle, while Fred and the others prepared to go to their morning and afternoon classes.

On his way to Black Lake, Maurice encountered two unexpected people.

Umbridge and Professor McGonagall.

The two were talking by the roadside.

Umbridge held a notebook, and the pink bow in her hair still stood out in the afternoon sun.

Professor McGonagall's expression was very serious, her whole face tense.

Morris sensed that she looked somewhat displeased.

As he approached, he heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Professor Umbridge, your teaching methods have caused dissatisfaction among many students. As the Vice-Headmaster of Hogwarts, I hope you will make adjustments."

Umbridge maintained her forced smile, but her tone was firm. "My teaching methods are perfectly in line with the Ministry of Magic's requirements. Believe me, this class will have the best average grades in the last decade... Ah, Maurice, how are you?"

She noticed Maurice passing by.

Morris stopped and nodded slightly as a greeting.

Umbridge ignored him, turned to Professor McGonagall, and continued, "Also, Professor McGonagall, I am now a Senior Investigator at Hogwarts. According to the Ministry of Magic's latest appointment, I have the authority to inspect and evaluate all teaching activities at Hogwarts, including your Transfiguration class."

She opened her notebook. "If you continue to interfere with my work, I will make that note in my report."

Professor McGonagall's face turned grim.

Through these few words, Morris had a general understanding of the current situation.

There is no doubt that Umbridge is interfering with Hogwarts' teaching on behalf of the Ministry of Magic.

But what's the point?

"Ah, I should go back to prepare my lessons now. Goodbye."

Umbridge closed his notebook, nodded to Professor McGonagall, glanced at Maurice, and turned to walk toward the castle.

Professor McGonagall stood there, coldly watching Umbridge's retreating figure.

Morris asked, "What is a senior investigator?"

Professor McGonagall shook her head. "A new position created by the Ministry of Magic. Ostensibly to inspect the teaching quality at Hogwarts, but actually... never mind, this is none of your concern. Dumbledore will handle it."

Upon hearing this, Morris didn't ask any further questions.

Frankly, it's strange in itself that Dumbledore, as the headmaster, would allow Umbridge to run rampant at Hogwarts.

It's also possible that Dumbledore has been focusing all his attention on Voldemort lately and hasn't had time to deal with Umbridge.

Forget it, I don't want to.

As Professor McGonagall said, this was not something he needed to worry about.

He would only take action if Hogwarts was in complete disarray or affected him.

Goodbye, Professor McGonagall.

Morris turned and walked toward the Black Lake.

Enter the ship in the bottle.

"Champion, make me a cup of coffee."

After giving the order, Maurice closed his eyes, lay down on the sofa, and entered a meditative state to rest briefly.

About ten minutes later, an owl-shaped firework flew in from the entrance, carrying a letter in its beak.

Hearing the noise, Maurice immediately opened his eyes and took the envelope from the firework's mouth.

Upon opening it, he discovered it was from Flick; the letter was only a thin sheet of paper.

Frick's handwriting was very messy, as if he was in a hurry, but it was still barely legible.

The content covers some of the recent actions and discoveries of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Maurice, Voldemort and the Death Eaters are active again. According to Dumbledore, Voldemort seems to be planning a major operation. In addition, Mundungus was attacked near Knockturn Alley and was found unconscious and covered in wounds. He's now in St. Mungo's, and his condition is unstable..."

Mundungust was attacked?

Morris was somewhat surprised.

According to Flick, Mundungus's injury should be quite serious.

It's ironic that the people who are most afraid of death are the first to get into trouble.

He didn't have a good impression of Mundungus, but since they were on the same side, he wasn't exactly gloating.

But why would Voldemort or the Death Eaters attack him?

Is it just bad luck?

At the end of the letter, Frick mentioned that he had recently acquired a batch of magical creature skeletons from a group of foreigners and asked Morris if he was interested.

Morris was naturally very interested in this and immediately replied that he would reserve all of them.

As a friend of several years, he still trusted Flick's character.

At least they won't cheat him with substandard products.

Moreover, his current financial situation is good, and he can afford to buy as many items as possible, as long as they are not too extravagant.

In order to prepare for a possible crisis, he has a stockpile of undead creatures, the more the better.

Before we knew it, another month had passed.

Saturday, a boat in a bottle.

"It's done."

Morris wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just now, he completed the third-tier advancement ritual for the fiftieth skeleton worker.

Recently, he used materials he bought from Flick to add fifty more skeleton workers to his team and advance them to the third tier.