My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

in the night.

"Knock knock knock!"

Morris knocked on Snape's office door.

"Come in."

An impatient reply came from behind the door.

Morris immediately pushed open the door and entered without hesitation.

Snape was sitting behind his desk with a cauldron in front of him, bubbling away and filled with the scent of herbs.

He looked up and said coldly, "It's eight o'clock in the evening, Mr. Blake. Give me a reason why you're here during curfew."

"Actually, the curfew is at nine o'clock," Morris said clearly and quickly. "Professor, I have a question: Is the Water of Life and Death an incomplete potion?"

Snape was taken aback, then laughed in exasperation. "You came all this way at this hour just to ask me one question?"

"yes."

Morris nodded seriously.

There was absolutely no joking about it.

But then he realized something and gave an apologetic smile. "Ah, I was in a bit too much of a rush. If it's inconvenient for you, I can come tomorrow morning."

Indeed, professors also need rest.

It was indeed a bit impolite of him to bother people at this time.

"No need."

Snape sighed helplessly, scrutinizing Maurice as if he were some rare magical creature. "Whether he's crippled or not is not a concern for a first-year student. This formula has been tested for centuries, Mr. Black. Its effects are stable, reliable, and controllable—qualities more than sufficient for most mediocre minds..."

“But I’m right, aren’t I?” Maurice interrupted him, his tone certain. “It’s simply incomplete!”

A brief silence fell over the office.

"Yes."

Snape's answer was brief and direct.

"So what's missing?" Morris pressed eagerly.

Sure enough, his Potions professor shared the same idea.

They may have already conducted relevant research and know about the missing final material.

Snape did not answer immediately.

He got up from his desk and walked slowly toward the row of tall cabinets against the wall.

When he turned around again, he had a narrow-necked glass bottle containing grayish-white powder in his hand.

He didn't hand the bottle to Maurice; he simply placed it on the table between them.

Morris's gaze was fixed on the grayish-white powder. "This is the missing material? What is it?"

Ashes.

Snape answered calmly, without saying anything more.

Morris remained silent for a short while.

"Human?" he asked.

"Can't accept it?" Snape gave a mocking sneer and explained, "The final ingredient in the Living Hell Potion—the ashes of those who died with the hope of living."

"Oh, it's not that I can't accept it," Maurice said with unexpected calm. "I just didn't expect it. So... what should I do? Add it when brewing the Elixir of Life and Death?"

To be honest, he was genuinely shocked by this final piece of information.

But for wizards, using ashes as an ingredient in potions is probably normal... right?

Yes, that's normal (trying to convince myself).

"Just add it to the finished product of the Water of Life and Death." Snape's voice remained largely flat.

"But after that, the Water of Life and Death was no longer a magic potion that made people sleep."

"It will become a kind of 'death experience drug,' in which the user will consciously experience the complete process of loss of consciousness, loss of perception, and gradual erosion of self-existence."

"The Death Experience Potion..." Morris repeated, his voice laced with barely suppressed excitement, "This is exactly what I wanted!"

Snape's expression froze.

He slowly stood up and said grimly, "Mr. Black, you seem to have completely misunderstood me. This is not a fun adventure, nor is it one of your childish magical experiments..."

"Ah, I know."

Morris looked up, his face displaying a fervor Snape had never seen before.

"But don't you think... being able to experience death is an incredibly remarkable thing?"

"A person only has one chance to die in their life, but this magic potion allows you to experience more."

"Unparalleled...what a romantic thing!"

Snape was speechless for a moment.

How exactly does this student's brain work?

It's a pity that such a good talent for potions is wasted on something wrong with his brain.

But it doesn't matter anymore, let it be.

He had also personally tried this death-experience potion.

As it turned out, there were no particularly serious physiological effects; the only side effect was probably several days of insomnia.

That terrifying experience of death... he really didn't want to go through it a second time.

But perhaps, letting students experience the dangers of potions firsthand, thereby instilling in them a sense of awe for the subject, is also one of his responsibilities as a professor.

Seeing that Snape hadn't moved for a long time, Morris tentatively asked, "Um... Professor, may I take these ashes?"

"Alright," Snape said calmly. "A standard dose of the Water of Death requires only seven milligrams of bone ash. Remember to measure it with a balance, not with your self-righteous eyes."

"thank you."

Morris carefully tucked the small bottle into the innermost part of his pocket and placed it close to his body.

Snape didn't say anything more, he just waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Morris bowed slightly again, then turned and walked towards the door.

The professors at Hogwarts seem to be quite tolerant.

Upon reflection, he realized that his behavior was somewhat inappropriate.

Late at night, I suddenly went to disturb the professor's rest because of a guess.

They even took away the other person's ashes.

......

Back in his dorm, Morris carefully locked the door and took out the scales from a box in the corner.

The scales of the magical world are incredibly magical and remarkably accurate.

It is not difficult to accurately separate seven milligrams of bone ash.

When he added the ashes to the bottle of the water of life and death, the water slowly turned into a chaotic gray color.

"Canned food, don't bother me anymore," Morris instructed the undead cat that had appeared out of nowhere.

Meow~

The canned food nodded obediently.

Morris patted his silly cat's head and sat down in the center of the magic hall.

Then, he drank the bottle of laced "life-or-death water" in his hand in one gulp.

Almost instantly, he fell backward, his consciousness being dragged into boundless darkness.

......

warmth.

It felt like being wrapped in a soft, plush blanket.

After an unknown amount of time, Maurice opened his eyes.

A thin white mist surrounded him, enveloping him completely.

Where is this place...?

He propped himself up and looked around.

As dusk gradually dissipated, the surroundings remained the familiar scene of his dormitory, unchanged.

The difference is that the magic circle on the ground has disappeared.

Is this a failure?

"Canned food?" he called out instinctively, his voice echoing in the room.

no respond.

Morris stood up, feeling a slight dizziness, somewhat like the aftereffects of Apparition.

After the dizziness subsided, he looked at the clock on the wall, wanting to check the time.

Strangely, the clock was stopped.

The hands stopped at 9:40:52.

Morris narrowed his eyes.

He couldn't believe that his clock would break down at this very moment.