My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

The following day, Tuesday.

Today is Maurice's third day at Hogwarts.

The first class in the morning is the history of magic.

This is the course he is most interested in.

It wasn't because he was interested in history, but because he had heard that the professor who was giving the lectures was a ghost.

Cuthbert Bins, Professor Bins.

A living ghost!

For someone as obsessed with ghosts as Maurice, this was an irresistible temptation.

After breakfast, he went straight to the History of Magic classroom, wanting to meet the ghost professor who was rumored to have been there since the school's founding.

This is a very large classroom, large enough to accommodate four colleges together.

However, because they arrived too early, the place was empty, and Professor Binns had not yet appeared.

Morris had no choice but to choose a seat near the front, set out his notebook and textbooks, and wait patiently.

The textbook for the history of magic is a book called "The History of Magic," written by Bathsheda Babling. It's incredibly thick and reportedly covers all the major events in the magical world from ancient times to the twentieth century.

He had already skimmed through them all during the summer vacation.

It must be said that the above content is very detailed and comprehensive.

It's just a bit boring.

While waiting, Morris glanced through a few pages, then closed his eyes and began to meditate.

He is very skilled at meditation and can even enter a meditative state anytime, anywhere.

As his breathing became steady, his consciousness began to sink inward, as if sliding into a tranquil lake.

This feeling is addictive every time.

"Feed—feed—"

After an unknown amount of time, Morris felt someone tapping on his table.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a familiar face.

"Is there something you need, Hermione?"

Hermione placed the enormous textbook on the table next to Maurice, her brow furrowed slightly. "I called you several times, why didn't you answer?"

Morris, too lazy to explain about meditation, casually replied, "I fell asleep, sorry."

Hermione didn't know what to say.

Just now, Maurice looked like this—his eyes were closed, but he was sitting very upright, giving people a strange sense of tranquility, but it was definitely not the look of someone who was asleep.

She looked at him suspiciously for a few seconds, but ultimately didn't ask any further questions.

The first time at the Diagon Alley pet store, Maurice also ignored her.

Although it's very impolite, maybe that's just his personality.

"By the way, why did you come so early?" Hermione asked casually as she sat down next to Maurice. "I thought I was early enough. I wanted to find a good seat and also take another look at the chapter on the goblin rebellion."

"Same," Morris replied briefly.

He looked around and found that there were only the two of them in the classroom, and there was still almost half an hour before class started.

"Have you read *A History of Magic*?" Hermione asked enthusiastically. "I finished it the first time over the summer and am now taking notes the second time. The chapters on the International Law of Secrecy are particularly interesting, with a completely different focus from *Major Events in Modern Magic*..."

"..."

Maurice felt a little strange watching Hermione talk on and on.

Is this something an eleven-year-old girl should be talking about?

At their age, the topics of conversation should be dolls and gossip.

Could it be—

Is she also a reincarnated person or a time traveler?

While agreeing, Maurice subtly observed her.

......

As time passed, students began to enter the classroom one after another.

The History of Magic course is somewhat special, as it is taught by all four houses together, and the classroom quickly becomes crowded and noisy.

Harry and Ron entered the classroom in the last few minutes. They looked around the classroom and finally chose to sit behind Maurice.

Morris turned around and greeted the red-haired boy: "Ron, is your leg all better?"

Ron put his textbook on the table, paused for a moment upon hearing this, and a hint of awkwardness flashed across his face, but he quickly put on a relaxed look. "Oh, that? It's nothing, I've almost recovered by now. Thank you for your concern... Morris."

He paused for a moment before remembering Maurice's name—Harry had told him.

Moreover, Fred had told him this morning that Morris was the true owner of the eight-eyed giant spider, and they were merely borrowing it.

This sent a chill down his spine.

Such a kind-looking person actually keeps a spider as a pet; appearances can be deceiving.

"That's good." Maurice nodded, took a candy from his pocket and handed it to Ron. "I'm sorry I scared you last night, this is my apology. I got it from your two brothers, it tastes pretty good, but if you eat it, your tongue will change—"

Before he could finish speaking, Ron had already taken the candy, tore open the wrapper, and popped it into his mouth.

"What—uh—"

He was about to ask Maurice what he had said when he suddenly felt his tongue swell uncontrollably.

His tongue quickly filled his entire mouth, making it impossible for him to close his mouth completely; he could only make indistinct "mmm" sounds.

His eyes widened in shock, and he frantically covered his swollen cheeks with his hands, looking at Maurice in horror.

Harry jumped in surprise, nearly leaping off his chair. "Ron, your tongue!"

Hermione was taken aback when she saw Ron's comical yet pitiful appearance. She then frowned and looked disapprovingly at Maurice. "What did you feed him?"

"Uh, the side effects will only last for half a minute, don't worry." Morris said with a hint of helplessness.

Why is this guy in such a hurry?

At least let him finish what he was saying.

About thirty seconds later, Ron's swollen tongue quickly shrank back to its normal size like a deflated balloon.

Hermione was still somewhat dissatisfied and felt indignant on Ron's behalf: "You should have explained the side effects beforehand, Maurice. Even if it was just a harmless joke, it's still irresponsible."

Before Morris could speak, Ron waved his hand.

"It's nothing," he smacked his lips, looking nonchalant. "The candy is quite delicious."

Compared to the eight-eyed giant spider hatchling from yesterday, this is nothing.

He has a very good mindset right now.

Moreover, at this moment, he was more concerned about something else—

"Maurice, do you know my two older brothers?" he asked curiously.

"Hmm." Maurice nodded. "Fred and George are two good men."

"You two have a good relationship?" he pressed.

"Not bad," Morris replied.

"I see." Ron fell into deep thought.

Why is he hanging out with Fred and George when he's just a first-year student?

At that moment, Hermione suddenly realized something, her gaze shifting between Maurice, Harry, and Ron. "Speaking of which, did the three of you know each other before?"

She noticed that Harry and Ron didn't treat Morris like a stranger.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance.

"There was a little mishap," Harry said vaguely. "We met last night."

"I see." Hermione didn't ask any more questions.