My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

"Prefect Robert?" Morris stopped and turned around.

"it's me."

Robert smiled slightly and said, "I saw you getting entangled with the Slytherin guys just now. I was going to come and stop them, but you handled it yourself. Your performance was quite remarkable."

"It's just a little trick to teach a brat a lesson," Morris said calmly. "No big deal."

Robert raised an eyebrow and said, "Such exquisite transformation skills, perhaps you can be a little more confident. At least at your age, no one can achieve this level."

It seemed he mistook his Bone Summoning spell for a Transfiguration spell. Morris chuckled, which saved him the trouble of explaining.

"Thank you, Prefect Robert."

"Don't thank me," Robert waved his hand, "I didn't help you at all."

He moved closer and lowered his voice, "To be honest, I don't have much affection for Slytherins either. You don't have to be polite when dealing with them; sometimes, giving them a real taste of their own medicine is more effective."

Morris immediately understood Robert's implication: Slytherins respond to force, not persuasion.

This fits his stereotype perfectly.

If you were to ask which house at Hogwarts most reveres strength, the answer would undoubtedly be Slytherin.

The simplest way is to use force to make them submit.

Thinking about this, Morris realized he had been a little too lenient earlier.

Perhaps he should have taught Draco Malfoy a more brutal lesson.

For example, you could cast a weakening curse on him, making him limp all day.

Morris said casually, "Next time they mess with me, I'll kick their ass."

Robert laughed out loud at this. "That's exactly how it should be!"

"To be honest," Morris suddenly said with a somewhat helpless expression, "I never go out of my way to provoke others, but trouble always seems to find me."

Like the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest before, and Draco Malfoy this time.

He didn't do anything wrong at all.

Hearing this, Robert sighed, recalling some unpleasant memories. "Yes, some people are just born to cause trouble."

"In this respect, we may be quite similar."

He shook his head, as if trying to shake off those unpleasant thoughts. "However, you still need to be careful of that guy named Malfoy. I heard his father is a school board member."

"Of course, the school board won't interfere in minor conflicts between students, even if it's his son. As long as you maintain a proper balance, there won't be any problems."

"Finally, I must remind you that Slytherins are particularly vengeful, so be careful about that."

After listening to Robert's words, Maurice nodded seriously: "I understand."

It seems this prefect came specifically to warn him to be careful of Malfoy.

I have a heart.

"Good to know." Robert patted Maurice on the shoulder. "If you need any help, feel free to come to me. Of course, only within my capabilities."

After saying that, he didn't linger. He waved to Maurice and turned to walk towards the library.

Morris wasn't too worried about Malfoy's retaliation.

there is always a solution to a problem.

What means of revenge could an ordinary first-grade student possibly have?

......

In the days that followed, Malfoy did not launch any retaliatory action.

Even when they meet in the hallway, the other person will take the initiative to go out of their way to avoid them.

This disappointed Morris somewhat.

He had prepared several ways to "return the favor".

But this is good, at least he can focus his attention on other things.

Days passed by, and December arrived in the blink of an eye.

The weather is getting colder, and occasionally a few snowflakes will drift down from the sky.

One Saturday morning, Maurice arrived at the library as usual.

"How many times have I told you, Maurice, don't bring food into the library!"

Mrs. Pince's angry words suddenly rang in his ears. Maurice silently stopped at the door and swallowed the bread in his hand as quickly as possible.

Just a few days ago, he accidentally spilled butter from his bread onto the cover of a book.

Mrs. Pince was furious and chased after him, yelling at him for half an hour.

A terrifying middle-aged woman—that was his assessment of Mrs. Pince.

Compared to Mrs. Pince's appearance, Snape's cursing sounded like that of a greenhorn.

Therefore, it's better for him to just obey.

The library was quiet in the early morning, but there were still quite a few studious students wandering among the bookshelves.

His friends were among them.

For example, Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

Yes, Harry and Ron.

I don't know when it started, but Maurice began to see the two of them in the library.

The three of them were sitting around a table, intently flipping through the books in their hands, Harry and Ron included.

Seeing his friend start to study hard, Morris felt a sense of relief.

So, occasionally he might go to the library with his friends to read books.

Thinking this, Maurice chose a book about potions that interested him from the bookshelf, sat down next to the three of them, and said softly, "Good morning."

"It's you, Maurice." Hermione looked up immediately, appearing somewhat tired.

Harry and Ron responded vaguely, but both looked listless.

Seeing the two students' visibly unfocused expressions, Morris suggested, "If you're tired, why don't you take a break? Forcing yourself like this won't make you very efficient at studying."

"We're not studying, Maurice," Hermione rubbed her temples. "We're looking for someone."

"Who?"

"Nico Flamel," Hermione said, looking at him. "Do you know him?"

Morris shook his head. "It sounds like a French name."

Hermione sighed. "You read so many random books, haven't you ever seen this name in the corner of any of them?"

"If he's a Potions Master," Maurice shrugged, "I certainly would. Is this guy that important? Making the three of you sit here like you've been drained of your souls, flipping through books all morning?"

"It's very important," Harry replied, "but we can't tell you exactly why; it's a bit complicated to explain."

Although Morris was somewhat curious, he did not press the matter.

He doesn't like troublesome things.

"Oh, right," Morris suddenly remembered something and said, "Since you're looking for someone, could you also keep an eye out for this person for me?"

As he spoke, he took out a photograph from the inner pocket of his robe—the very photograph of the young blond man he had found in the wooden hut in the gap world.

Harry and his two friends immediately gathered around.

"Is he a celebrity?" Hermione asked, examining him closely. "I don't recognize him."

"Oh, he's really handsome," Ron exclaimed softly.

Harry nodded. "Looks like a celebrity."

"If you come across similar portraits or photographs while you're flipping through the books, please make a note of them for me," Maurice said. "I'll also keep an eye out for the name Nicolas Flamel."

"No problem," Hermione said.