My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Morris's proposed collaboration was simple.

Flick provided the raw materials, while he provided the technology, and together they produced skeleton dogs for sale, splitting the profits 50/50.

In fact, Flick was not optimistic about this project.

Most of the customers who patronize his shop buy bones for magical experiments or to brew potions.

Skeleton dogs are unlikely to be very popular pets; only guests like Mrs. Caroline would be interested in them.

But it's not entirely impossible; with his sales channels, he can still sell a few.

Anyway, he didn't suffer any losses, and his profits were actually quite good.

Frick immediately retrieved five swallowtail dog skeletons from his warehouse. Some were new, some were old, and their condition varied, but they were generally intact.

He cast a shrinking spell, packed it up, and handed it to Maurice.

"Then it's decided," Morris nodded in satisfaction. "Goodbye, Frick. I'll bring the finished product over in two days."

The fact that the skeleton dog could be sold for money was very good news for him.

This will at least alleviate his dire financial situation.

Of course, he currently only plans to sell skeletal dogs, which are first-tier undead creatures.

These skeletal dogs are practically useless except as pets, and they also have limited intelligence.

He would absolutely not sell the evolved skeleton dog.

Although the skeleton hounds are only so-so as second-tier undead creatures now, what about third-tier or fourth-tier ones?

He would not reveal the special features of the Skeleton Dog to anyone until his strength reached a certain level.

Morris was about to leave with a backpack full of swallowtail dog skeletons when Flick called him back.

"Wait!" Frick said. "When you're walking outside, it's best to cover your face."

"I see."

Morris glanced back at Frick and nodded slightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a mask made of pale bones slowly materialized on his face.

The mask looked as if it had grown directly from his face, with irregular bone spurs along the edges, making it quite grotesque.

Bone-summoning magic is truly a convenient spell.

Frick looked at the mask on Morris's face and, for some reason, felt a faint chill.

"Be careful," he said.

After returning directly to Diagon Alley, Maurice removed all his disguise.

He looked back at the dimly lit alley, feeling somewhat sentimental.

Diagon Alley and Flip-Over Alley are less than 100 meters apart, but they are two completely different worlds.

"Let's find a place to stay first."

As Maurice pondered this, he returned to the Leaky Cauldron.

He walked up to the bar and asked old Tom, who was wiping glasses, "How much do I need to rent a room for four days?"

Old Tom stopped what he was doing and looked Maurice up and down.

"A single room?" he asked.

"Yes," Morris nodded.

"Ten Galleons," Old Tom leaned closer and lowered his voice, "If you've run away from home, son, you'd better go back. We don't have Christmas trees here."

"Oh, I'm not," Morris said.

He took out his wallet, carefully counted out ten Galleons, and placed them on the bar.

Old Tom took the gold coins, then pulled a heavy brass key from under the counter. "Third floor, the room at the end of the corridor, the window faces the backyard, it's fairly quiet. Would you like some food?"

"No need for now, thank you."

Morris took the key and turned to walk up the narrow staircase.

Old Tom muttered something under his breath and continued wiping the seemingly endless glass in his hands.

Morris went to the end of the third-floor corridor, turned the key, and went inside.

Inside was an ordinary hotel room, the facilities were old, but it was clean enough.

Although the room was small, it was at least large enough to set up a magic circle for converting undead creatures.

He locked the door, placed the five swallowtail dog skeletons on the ground, and their skeletons immediately returned to their normal size.

"Alright, time to get to work."

Transforming an undead creature is not difficult for Morris now.

But when the quantity is large, it becomes a completely different story.

Morris now has a vague sense of the "magic" within him.

He was able to roughly estimate the amount of "magic" he possessed.

After completing the transformation of the two swallowtail dog skeletons, Morris decisively stopped.

Although the magic reserves have not run out, they have dropped to a level that requires vigilance.

Squeezing yourself dry is not a pleasant experience.

Morris glanced out the window; it was already dark, and snowflakes were falling softly.

A gust of cold wind slipped in through the crack in the window, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

He took out his wand, chanted a spell, and blue, bellflower-like flames emerged from the wand, instantly dispelling the chill.

Indeed, magic is more convenient.

Asking him to completely refrain from using magic during his vacation would be worse than killing him.

......

For the next two days, Morris lived a very regular life, wandering around Diagon Alley during the day and returning to the Leaky Cauldron at night to perform the undead creature conversion ritual.

Soon, it was December 22nd.

Today is trading day.

In Frick's shop, five fresh skeleton dogs roamed around playfully.

Mrs. Caroline is selecting a skeleton dog that suits her taste.

She pointed to the most rounded pelvic bone and exclaimed, "Oh, that one is very nice... Listen to the sound of those bones rubbing together, so crisp and vibrant!"

"That's it!"

She readily agreed and took out a velvet purse adorned with jewels.

The purse wasn't large, but Mrs. Caroline poured out gallons from it continuously, which clattered onto the counter.

Meanwhile, Morris said to the chosen skeletal dog, "From today onwards, Mrs. Caroline is your master."

The fire in the skeletal dog's eyes flickered, and it trotted to Mrs. Caroline's feet.

Mrs. Caroline was quite satisfied as the skeletal dog followed behind her.

"Good boy!" She stroked the skeleton dog's head and said happily, "When we get back, I'll polish your bones even brighter and tie a dark green velvet bow tie on them."

Seeing this, Maurice felt relieved.

The transaction is now officially complete.

In fact, Morris could vaguely sense that every skeletal dog he created had a "contractual relationship" with him.

He is the original and most fundamental "master".

Even though he has now handed over control and ordered the skeleton dog to serve its new master, the relationship has not disappeared, only become extremely weak.

In other words, the skeleton dog is still under his control.

Of course, he didn't intentionally want to leave himself a backup plan, but with his current abilities, he simply couldn't completely sever this connection.

But it doesn't matter—all Mrs. Caroline wanted was a well-behaved pet anyway.