My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

"So, has anything unusual happened with Mr. Black?" Professor McGonagall asked directly.

"Something's wrong?" Harold didn't react for a moment.

"Yes," Professor McGonagall nodded. "For example, objects suddenly moving, milk spilling for no reason... anything unusual."

Harold frowned.

He glanced at Maurice standing beside him; the boy was obediently lowering his eyelids, looking utterly indifferent to the world.

"If I had to point out anything unusual," Harold pondered for a moment, "Mr. Black is an exceptionally bright boy, and his studies are never a worry for anyone. In the recent entrance exams, he came in first place in the surrounding area."

Although he didn't usually pay much attention to the affairs of the children's home, he had still heard about this news.

After all, several top schools have already contacted him, hoping to admit this child.

He simply left these matters to the caregiver.

To be honest, he doesn't care much about the children's home itself—unless the government stops funding him.

No, it's not that they're not allocating funds to his orphanage.

"Oh, right," Harold suddenly remembered something, "this child has a history of being adopted twice."

Professor McGonagall leaned forward slightly. "If it's convenient, could you tell me the specifics?"

Given that there have been two adoption records, why is this child still staying here?

This is a big problem.

Was it due to abuse, or some other reason?

Harold awkwardly touched the back of his bald head.

"That's a real problem," he cleared his throat awkwardly. "I don't remember the specific details very well. You know, that was several years ago."

Upon hearing this, Morris unconsciously pursed his lips.

Professor McGonagall keenly noticed the subtle movement and turned her gaze gently towards him.

"Do you remember anything, Mr. Blake?" she asked softly. "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to tell me. It won't affect your admission."

Morris looked up and met Professor McGonagall's kind eyes.

Never mind, it's not something that needs to be hidden.

He explained simply, "It's nothing serious. When those two families adopted me, all sorts of stray animal carcasses would mysteriously appear in their yard."

"My first adoptive mother was so frightened that she fell ill, and my second adoptive father thought I was a child who brought bad luck. They both quickly sent me back."

Morris said in a very relaxed tone, "Now that I think about it, it must have been the effect of magic."

He still feels somewhat apologetic about this.

After all, this is most likely a problem he caused.

Those two kind families suffered an undeserved calamity for no reason.

By the way, the second family that adopted him at the time found not only the bodies of stray animals, but also the bodies of two homeless people.

I heard that the house they lived in in the city center has seen its price drop.

It's true.

Morris silently apologized again in his heart.

Of course, he was not responsible for the deaths of those stray animals and homeless people.

The autopsy reports of the two homeless men at the time also proved that they had frozen to death.

He probably just used magic to gather those corpses together.

After listening to Morris's description, Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment.

"Although the manifestation is somewhat unusual," she said, "it is very likely caused by a magical outburst. When a young wizard experiences intense emotional fluctuations or has a strong desire, their magic leaks out uncontrollably, causing all sorts of strange things to happen."

Magical upheaval.

Morris nodded.

Now everything makes sense.

He always thought he was just unlucky, and that the corpses just happened to appear around him.

In retrospect, those corpses were gathered together because of his strong will.

Wait, that doesn't seem right either.

Why would he want to gather those corpses for no reason?

He's not some kind of pervert.

Professor McGonagall, seeing the complex expression on Maurice's face, comforted him, "Don't worry, Mr. Black, magical outbursts generally won't happen again at your age."

"Once you get to Hogwarts, you will learn how to control your magic. At that time, these uncontrollable phenomena will naturally disappear."

Morris nodded thoughtfully. "I understand, Professor."

"So, do you have any other questions?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Morris hesitated for a moment, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. "Professor, could you demonstrate a spell for me now?"

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, then gave a knowing smile.

Indeed, she has not yet shown Maurice any magic.

It was Maurice's readily accepted belief in the existence of magic that seemed even more unusual.

"That's perfect. I'll take you to Diagon Alley to buy some things you need for school. Did you bring your packing list? It's attached to the back of your acceptance letter," Professor McGonagall said.

"I brought it."

Morris nodded and took a slightly crumpled piece of parchment from his pocket.

The list contained quite a few items, including several that he couldn't understand.

For example, a telescope.

This thing has absolutely nothing to do with magic.

“Then we can set off immediately,” Professor McGonagall smiled, turning to Harold, who stood there like a statue. “I will be away with Mr. Black for a while, and we’ll be back around one o’clock this afternoon. Thank you, Mr. Green.”

Harold nodded quickly, "Of course, of course, that's no problem."

Having received confirmation, Professor McGonagall turned to Maurice, gracefully extending her right arm. "Please take my arm, Mr. Black. The journey ahead may be a little uncomfortable—the first Apparition is always like that. If you're nervous, you can take a few deep breaths first."

Morris did as he was told and took the professor's left arm.

Professor McGonagall drew her wand with her free right hand.

"Apparition!"

As the incantation was cast, the space around the two began to distort and deform.

Morris felt as if an invisible hand clenched his internal organs and then released them.

Immediately afterwards, a blurry light and shadow flashed before his eyes.

When he felt his feet touch the ground again, he found himself in a narrow alley.

"How are you feeling?" Professor McGonagall patted Maurice on the back affectionately.

Morris was stunned for a moment.

After a moment, he finally found his voice, "It's a bit nauseating..."

That's magic.

For ordinary people, being able to suddenly move from one place to another in an instant is simply a fantasy.

But magic could do it easily—even though his stomach was churning right now.

Morris couldn't help but start looking around.

He was somewhat afraid that it was all just his imagination.

This is a miracle that human technology cannot achieve.

How could someone who has witnessed a miracle allow themselves to return to that mediocre world?

If someone were to tell him right now that all of this is fake, he would probably shut up on the spot.

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Meanwhile, in the orphanage's reception room.

Harold watched the two suddenly disappear, then plopped down on the sofa and stared blankly at the ceiling.

His thoughts were somewhat confused.

Everything that happened today was too much for him.

A magician suddenly arrives, a child about to enter magic school, magic that vanishes in an instant...

And that contract, which forbade the disclosure of the existence of magic, was now lying heavily in the inside pocket of his suit.

Damn it, what kind of world does he live in?!

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