My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Seeing Maurice's bewildered expression, Draco's expression froze for a moment, then turned to annoyance.

In his view, the other party was either putting on an act or simply didn't take the conflict in the stands seriously.

But no matter which one it was, it made him very unhappy.

"You've disgraced me, you Ravenclaw," Draco said coldly. "As a Slytherin, I cannot tolerate what you've done to me."

Upon hearing this, Morris shrugged. "You really are petty."

"It's none of your business to judge me, you mudblood!"

Draco turned his head and winked at his two henchmen behind him. "Crawb, Goyle, control him."

Draco was very confident at this moment.

The fact that the other party had walked to such a secluded corner all by themselves was practically a perfect opportunity delivered to their doorstep.

So what if the opponent's flying spell is well used?

Three against one is an absolute and utter defeat.

He has the advantage in both numbers and size.

He had even mentally rehearsed the next scene: Maurice would be held by the arms by Crabbe and Goyle, unable to struggle, while he would slowly and methodically teach them what respect is.

Of course, he wouldn't do anything too outrageous.

After all, it's just a mud seed.

As for the possibility that the other party might complain to the professor?

They were not caught on the spot, no irreparable harm was caused, and there were no reliable eyewitnesses.

Without anything to punish him, the professor had no way to do so.

He wanted to show this guy that even at school, there were people he absolutely couldn't mess with!

As Crabbe and Goyle approached step by step, flexing their wrists, Maurice sighed softly.

Is this what they call school bullying?

This was the first time in his life he had encountered something like this—especially in a magic school.

It feels... a little novel, but also a little disgusting.

Morris tilted his head slightly.

To be fair, if he were an ordinary first-year student, the two relatively large figures in front of him might seem quite intimidating, since first-year students don't know any combat magic at all.

But he's different.

If he wanted to, he could turn his opponent into a sieve in an instant with bone spikes.

Of course, that's impossible, unless he wants to spend most of his life in prison.

I wonder if the magical world has any laws protecting minors.

Just as Morris was lost in thought, Crabbe and Goyle were only two steps away from him, Crabbe's hand was even outstretched in front of him.

Morris snapped out of his daze and quickly said to Crabbe, "Let me remind you, gentlemen, that you have vixen excrement on your trousers."

Crabbe: "...?"

Gore: "......!"

The two men instinctively looked down at their pants, which were spotless.

Wait a minute, where would a vixen come from at Hogwarts?

In the brief moment they were stunned, Maurice had already taken a few steps back.

"He's lying to you, you idiots! Don't let him get away!" Draco shouted angrily from behind.

His two henchmen were really not very bright.

Crabbe and Goyle realized what was happening, and in a fit of rage, they snorted and lunged at Maurice.

However, Morris had no intention of running away at all. He pointed to the sky and calmly said, "Look up there, there's a surprise."

Although they had already been fooled once, Crabbe and Goyle still couldn't help but tilt their heads back.

But this time, Morris was right; there really was something above their heads.

Several pale, menacing bone spikes hung in mid-air, gleaming coldly in the sunlight; each one was as thick as their calves.

"What is this?"

Crabbe said in a muffled voice, and Gore's face was also full of doubt.

The next moment, the bone spur moved.

With a whooshing sound, it plummeted straight down towards them.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heavy impacts echoed one after another, sending dirt and grass clippings flying.

Bone spikes landed around the two of them, completely surrounding them.

But it's not over yet.

Immediately afterwards, a huge bone plate suddenly appeared in the air, like a coffin lid, and crashed down, covering the tops of the bone spikes with a "clang".

In the blink of an eye, a simple cage made of bones was completed.

Crabbe and Goyle stood frozen in the bone cage, their minds blank, unable to even utter a scream.

Seeing the results, Morris nodded in satisfaction.

Although doing this is somewhat of a waste of the power of the Bone-Calling Technique, it does look impressive.

He looked at Draco and found that Draco was completely frozen in place.

Draco was dumbfounded.

This is not a prank spell, nor is it any magic he has learned or heard of at Hogwarts!

What... what is this thing?

"You—" Draco finally found his voice, "What have you done? Let them go!"

"It's just a little magic spell to calm people down," Maurice said cheerfully. "They seem too excited. Oh, you too, Mr. Malfoy. I suggest you take a deep breath first."

After saying that, he did the same thing, and an even smaller bone cage descended from the sky, enveloping Draco.

Morris turned and left, his pace unhurried.

The canned food and fireworks at his feet immediately followed suit, with the can even turning around to give Draco a disdainful look.

"Meow~ (Useless two-legged creature)"

Even though it's just a cat, you can tell Draco is terrified.

"Wait!" Draco blurted out, his voice trembling slightly. "You can't just leave like this! You have to unlock this cage! Otherwise, I'll go tell the professor right now!"

At this moment, he was completely panicked.

Morris stopped and glanced back at Draco, offering a helpful suggestion, "Perhaps you could try the Explosion Charm."

Explosion spell?

Draco's face turned grim.

Whose first grader is learning this curse?

......

Maurice ignored Malfoy's curses behind him and left the scene.

This is just a small warning.

That bone prison can only last for a few minutes at most.

When the time comes, the three of them will naturally be able to escape.

The bone cell leaves no trace, so no one can know that it was Maurice Dry.

Oh, right, he also left a big dung ball in the bone cell, a gift from the Weasley twins, which should have exploded by now.

That scene must be very interesting.

To be honest, he had no idea what Draco was thinking.

Why are they so keen on causing trouble for others?

And then there's the "Mudblood" that Draco refers to.

He had already learned about this term; it was a term with serious insulting and discriminatory connotations.

If we're going to draw an analogy, it's like how Black people are referred to in the United States.

Morris walked down the corridor toward the Ravenclaw Tower.

Just then, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and landed on his shoulder.

Morris turned his head and saw that it was someone he knew.

His prefect, Robert Hilliard.