My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

When the hour hand of the clock on the wall pointed to "twelve," Maurice put on his robe and left the dormitory.

The lounge and corridor were deserted, with only the echo of his own footsteps reverberating in the air.

He had deliberately slowed his pace, but in the silence, the sound of each step was exceptionally clear.

Upon reaching the first floor of the marble staircase, Maurice stopped, leaned against the wall, and waited silently.

He had arranged to meet the Weasley twins here.

Nearly three minutes passed, and there was still no movement around.

Morris frowned slightly and called out to the air in front of him, "Fred?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several ripples slowly appeared in the air.

Fred and George's figures slowly appeared.

"You found us?" Fred couldn't help but ask.

"Just a guess." Morris shook his head. "Speaking of which, your Disillusionment Charms are far more powerful than mine."

He had no idea when the brothers had walked up to him.

Hearing Maurice's praise, Fred raised his eyebrows smugly. "How do you think we manage to sneak out at night without getting caught by the professor? By luck?"

“But you were just punished a while ago,” Morris reminded him. “You had to clean the toilets for two whole days.”

"That's all because Fred didn't keep an eye on the live targets—"

George got elbowed by Fred.

His words trailed off, and he awkwardly touched his waist.

"What's the point of living?" Morris asked astutely.

"Don't worry about it," Fred said vaguely. "It was just an accident."

Morris wisely refrained from asking further questions; it was probably a little secret between the twins.

He waved to the two of them and took the first step. "Let's go, we'll take this road. At this time, Filch should still be patrolling the Astronomical Tower."

Fred and George exchanged a strange look as they watched Maurice swagger ahead and lead the way.

Why... does Morris seem more skilled than them?

The three of them successfully made their way to the underground level and stopped at the door of the Potions classroom.

The entrance to Hogwarts' potion-making supplies storehouse is inside the classroom, next to Snape's office.

Meanwhile, Snape might still be lingering in his office.

They must be extremely careful.

"Let's go in and check the situation first," Fred instructed Maurice. "Don't worry about us. If anyone comes to patrol here, just run for your life."

Morris nodded.

Fred and George cast the Disillusionment Charm again, and their figures gradually faded away.

The door silently slid open a crack, then quickly closed again.

Maurice was the only one left in the corridor.

Time passed slowly in silence.

Five minutes later, Morris yawned softly—he was a little sleepy.

What exactly did the twins do inside?

It took so long!

"Click".

The door opened, and two almost transparent silhouettes emerged from within.

Fred and George reappear.

"Snape's still in his office," Fred said first, "and he doesn't seem to be leaving early tonight. We listened through the crack in the door for a while; he's probably grading papers."

George concluded, "If we want to get into the warehouse, we'll have to wait until Halloween."

Morris nodded, not feeling any regret.

I'm just here to scout out the location.

"I'll head back now," he gestured to the two of them. "See you tomorrow morning."

Perhaps I can still make it to the restricted book section for a quick visit.

However, Fred grabbed his arm. "Don't rush, Maurice. Since you're already here, stay with us a little longer."

Morris had a bad feeling.

"Where are we going?"

"Don't ask any more questions," Fred laughed. "Just come with us."

So, Morris was forcibly dragged back to the marble staircase.

They stopped in a corridor on the fourth floor.

Bathed in moonlight, the place appeared exceptionally quiet, and the air seemed even colder than elsewhere.

Morris was taken aback. "Isn't this the place that Headmaster Dumbledore said was off-limits?"

"Exactly!" Fred snapped his fingers, excitedly saying, "Last time George and I didn't find the secret hidden here, but this time it's different, we'll succeed!"

George chimed in enthusiastically, "Ready for an adventure, Morris?"

"...I'm going back."

Morris turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

He's not that free to waste time here with the twins.

He won't force himself to participate in things he's not interested in.

It's better to go to the library.

The twins clearly hadn't expected Maurice to refuse so decisively.

Fred reacted quickly, grabbing the back of his robe. "Wait! Don't jump to conclusions so fast."

"After all, we helped you find a way to get the potion ingredients. It's only fair, Morris."

Morris sighed inwardly. "Alright, you two."

He didn't understand why the twins were so keen on taking him on nighttime outings.

After all, his presence should not be of any benefit to the twins at all, and might even be a hindrance to them.

However, he had a vague idea.

Twins are the kind of people who do things according to their own interests, and their list of interests clearly includes themselves.

Simply put, it's purely for fun.

I really don't understand what it was about me that attracted them both.

Let's go!

Fred waved his wand and cast a Disillusionment Charm on all three of his companions—he was slightly more skilled in spells than George.

In the moonlight, three blurry, almost invisible silhouettes moved toward the depths of the corridor.

Twenty minutes later.

They had walked back and forth several times, but found nothing.

In such a fruitless repetition, even the most fervent emotions will gradually be worn away.

As the fourth round began, Maurice stopped and said, "How about... we call it a day?"

“No,” Fred shook his head, affirming, “There’s definitely something special about this corridor, otherwise Professor Dumbledore wouldn’t have said that at the opening banquet. I dare say it wasn’t a joke.”

"Next, we'll inspect every room in this corridor!"

Morris shrugged.

Never mind, I'll just keep playing with them.

He recently discovered that he only needs five hours of sleep a day.

It's okay to stay up late occasionally like this.

"You're in charge of the area on the left, Morris," Fred assigned the task.

Next, the group began a new round of searching.

In the middle of the corridor, Maurice stopped in front of a wooden door.

The door was locked.

But this was no challenge for him.

"The Arahomon Opens!"

With a single unlocking spell, the lock opened.

His unlocking spells became more and more proficient.

Morris pushed open the door with satisfaction.

In the darkness, three enormous eyes slowly opened, glowing with a scarlet light.

Immediately afterwards, a stench mixed with the stench of wild animals hit us.

Inside is a live three-headed dog.

"..."

Morris silently closed the door.

He calmly waved to the twins not far away, "Um... I think I've discovered something incredible. Do you want to come and take a look?"