My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Around 10 o'clock, Morris arrived at the Quidditch field.

Although he wasn't particularly interested in the sport, he couldn't disappoint his friends since the twins wanted him to come and watch the game.

Morris was among the first group of spectators to arrive at the venue.

We arrived early, and the stands were still quite empty.

He casually found a spot to sit down in the aisle and began to play with a gap energy crystal.

You know what, after Morris handled this little bead for a few days, its surface became even smoother and shinier.

It can even be used as a marble.

More and more spectators entered the stands, creating a cacophony of noise.

Morris didn't pay much attention at first, and picked up a book about potions to read. It wasn't until he came to his senses and looked up that he realized the rows in front of him were already full.

He was sitting in the last row of the crowd, on the right, surrounded by people wearing Slytherin robes.

It seems he must have sneaked into the Slytherin audience.

But it didn't matter; he didn't mind.

At that moment, a tall, thin Slytherin boy in the front row turned around, glanced at him, and his gaze lingered for a moment on the Ravenclaw crest on his chest.

"Ravenclaw?" the man asked suspiciously, looking Maurice up and down. "What are you doing sitting here? Everyone from your house is next door."

"Oh, it's alright. I'm just too lazy to move," Morris replied softly, refocusing his gaze on the book in his hands.

At the same time, another Slytherin student next to him spoke up.

"This is Slytherin territory. I hope you will leave."

His words were polite, but the sense of superiority and distance in his tone was very obvious.

Morris looked up and saw that the speaker was a thin little boy with light blond hair, sitting next to him.

Oh, he knew this person. Harry had mentioned him before that Slytherin had a very annoying first-year student.

His name is Ma... Ma... Ma something again?

Never mind, that's not important.

But since that's what they said, he didn't want to stay there and be a nuisance, so he immediately closed the book and prepared to leave.

However, perhaps because of his slow movements, a hint of impatience flashed across the blond boy's face.

He suddenly reached out and snatched the book from Maurice's hand, acting with utter rudeness.

"This isn't a place to read." The boy drawled, looking disdainfully at the book in his hands, then paused, startled.

"The workings of high-level potions?"

He deliberately read the title aloud, teasingly asking, "You really understand this book? What are you pretending for?"

Several Slytherins around him laughed, especially the two chubby boys next to Malfoy.

First-grade students watching "The Principles of Advanced Potions" at a Quidditch pitch?

If this isn't just to attract attention, could it actually be that they're researching potions?

Morrison was somewhat helpless at the moment.

He had already remembered the name of the person in front of him.

Draco Malfoy.

The most annoying Slytherin student in Harry's eyes, Ron called him "a spoiled brat."

From this perspective, the assessment is quite fair.

What a waste of time.

Morris stood up and shook his head: "Childish."

Upon hearing this, Draco's expression of contempt deepened.

"Aha! Listen to this!" He glanced at the person beside him and let out a mocking laugh. "Look at this Ravenclaw guy, he calls me naive? Has he gone mad from reading too much?"

Crabbe and Gore immediately joined in the laughter.

Eating melons is a basic instinct for most people.

The commotion attracted the attention of those around, and many Slytherin students turned around to watch the "show" unfold with great interest.

Morris shrugged.

He really didn't want to pay attention to such baseless and illogical mockery.

Arguing with a fool is pointless.

Maurice understood this principle long ago.

Therefore, he did not respond to any of Draco Malfoy's provocations, and did not even bother to look at him again.

He walked down the hallway, drew his wand, and waved it at his book. "Fly!"

An invisible force immediately acted on the book "Principles of Advanced Potions".

Draco felt the book slip from his hand and fly towards Maurice with a whoosh.

He instinctively tried to grab on, but lost his balance due to the sudden force.

"Be careful!"

With Crabbe and Goyle exclaiming, Draco lunged toward Maurice, stumbling and falling awkwardly at Maurice's feet.

The book, however, flew steadily back into Maurice's hands.

He didn't even look, casually tucked the bag under his arm, and left the scene with a normal expression.

Draco, clutching his forehead where he had almost hit it, propped himself up and could only see Maurice's departing figure.

The surrounding students fell silent for a moment, then, as if by prior agreement, they all shifted their attention and went about their own business, tacitly ignoring Draco.

Draco got up and returned to his seat, his face flushed red, too angry to speak.

Crabbe and Gore, standing to the side, shrank back, not daring to say a word.

They could sense that Draco's emotions were very unstable.

Two minutes later, Draco finally calmed down.

With a grim face, he said to the two people beside him, "After the match, you two will follow me."

That Ravenclaw student needs to be taught a lesson!

How can he stay in Slytherin after being humiliated like this?

"Uh-huh."

Crabbe and Gore nodded awkwardly, without saying a word.

......

Meanwhile, Maurice walked over to the audience where Ravenclaw was gathered.

He sat behind Qiu Zhang.

The second-grade girl even gave Morris some candy, which greatly increased his favorability towards her.

With a candy in his mouth, Morris's unpleasant mood vanished.

People from our own college are better.

Cho Chang seemed to be a Quidditch enthusiast, constantly analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams with Maurice and Marietta Eckmore beside him.

Especially Gryffindor, who have a new Seeker this year, Harry Potter.

"And what about Ravenclaw?" Maurice asked curiously.

He was more interested in his own team than in other colleges.

"..."

Qiu Zhang was silent for a moment before speaking, "Last year was not bad, but this year the most crucial player, the Seeker, suffered a minor injury, and there are also two newcomers..."

"In short, as long as there are no regrets in the competition, that's fine."

Morris nodded.

It seems the situation isn't very optimistic.

No regrets?

He always felt that this statement had a self-deceptive connotation.

Finally, eleven o'clock arrived, and the competition started on time.

As the whistle blew, the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams entered the arena.

Hogwarts doesn't have many students in one house, yet they can still put together a team of seven... Quidditch is really popular.