My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 80 The Curse and Peeves

"Maurice, did you see your parents in the Mirror of Erised?" Harry's voice carried a hint of concern.

Morris looked away from the Magic Mirror, turned to Harry, and shook his head. "All I see is a mountain of Galleons."

"Gold...Gallon?" Harry blinked, his face full of astonishment.

Even Dumbledore, who had maintained a gentle smile the whole time, had a slight, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth.

That really is... a realistic wish.

Harry processed the information for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "But Maurice, don't you want to see your parents?"

Morris shrugged and said casually, "Harry, would you have hope for something that doesn't even exist?"

"Even if I wanted my parents to appear in the mirror, I couldn't even imagine what they should look like."

In fact, he had no parents in his previous life as well, not only in this one.

They don't even have any relatives.

He had gotten used to life as an orphan.

Harry opened his mouth but didn't speak, though the sadness on his face was obvious.

Maurice chuckled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't look at me like that, Harry. Do you think I'd still be sad about not having parents?"

Losing something is often harder to let go of than never having had it at all.

"Alright, you two," Dumbledore's voice rang out, "this mirror is indeed magical, but it can easily lead one astray into illusion. As someone who has been through it, I can tell you that looking at this mirror too much will bring you no benefit."

"

"After tomorrow, this mirror will be moved to another place, Harry, and Maurice, don't come here again..."

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After saying goodbye to Dumbledore, Maurice and Harry walked side by side down the castle corridor.

"We're lucky," Morris said casually, "we weren't punished or penalized."

Harry, why aren't you saying anything? Are you still thinking about the mirror?

Harry lowered his head and sighed. "Yes."

He paused for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "Maurice, what was life like for you in the orphanage?"

Morris didn't stop walking; this question didn't surprise him.

"Not bad," he said. "The director is a decent person; at least he makes sure we have enough to eat. The caregivers don't really care about anything, but that's not a bad thing either."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"Aha! Two little wizards!"

At that moment, a sharp, piercing scream shattered the silence of the corridor.

A ghost wearing a brightly colored bow tie and strange clothes suddenly darted out from a tapestry on one side.

"Peeves!" Harry was startled and instinctively took a step back.

"Look who's here! The famous Harry Potter!" Peeves circled around Harry. "What are you doing here so late, you naughty brat?"

Morris stepped forward and calmly said, "Peeves, if you want to tell the professor, you can try. However, we just parted ways with Headmaster Dumbledore."

Upon hearing this, Pikachu was not scared away at all; instead, he suddenly moved closer to Maurice.

"Liar! Haha!"

He suddenly rose higher and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Night stroll! Harry Potter is night strolling! Come and catch him!"

Harry's face paled, and he felt a pang of regret.

Perhaps he should wear an invisibility cloak.

Great!

Although Dumbledore didn't say anything about their nighttime outing, Filch might not.

Morris frowned as he watched Mischief tumbling triumphantly in the air.

There's nothing we can do.

He took out his wand, pretended to wave it twice, and shouted, "Weakening Curse! Wailing Curse!"

Two almost invisible wisps of gray mist quickly drifted towards Pipi Ghost.

Harry was about to remind Morris that magic was useless against Peeves when Peeves suddenly widened his eyes, kicked off with his legs, and plummeted straight down from the sky.

"what?"

That's right, Maurice's curse can be used on ghosts.

And for some reason, it works much better than when used on living people.

He had previously tested Nick, who was almost headless.

It was just a very slight weakening curse, which had almost no effect on a person, yet it made the Gryffindor ghost feel "completely weak".

It now appears that the same principle applies to Pikachu, a ghost-like creature, with outstanding results.

Harry could hardly believe it when he saw Peeves lying motionless on the ground.

"Let's go," Morris said. "The commotion just now might attract attention."

The two quickly left the scene.

The corridor returned to silence, with only the occasional soft crackling of torches.

About ten minutes later.

A figure with a thick headscarf appeared and stopped a few steps away from Pipi Ghost.

"That's interesting."

Quirrell heard his master say this.

The Christmas holidays passed quickly, and Hogwarts became lively again after the start of the new school term.

The weather was just terrible, with continuous rain lasting for almost half a month.

During this period, Morris devoted almost all his energy to brewing the Water of Life and Death and condensing the interstitial crystals.

In the gap world, he discovered that the white mist in a certain area was finite. As he continued to create energy crystals, the concentration of the mist near the castle decreased and the speed at which it gathered slowed down.

In the end, not a single drop remained.

Therefore, Morris had to go to more distant places to gather energy, which greatly reduced his efficiency.

Mid-January, Saturday.

In the morning, Morris meditated as usual in his dormitory.

After sitting cross-legged on the bed without moving for two hours, he exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes.

My legs are numb.

Everyone has a posture that suits them best.

Although he can meditate in other postures, sitting cross-legged is the easiest way for him to concentrate.

Morris shifted his body, slowly moving his stiff legs.

Recently, he has gradually come to understand the true purpose of meditation—to enhance his perception of "magic".

This is why his success rate in casting spells increases significantly after meditation.

As his meditation deepened, he could now clearly sense the presence of "magic".

He possesses magic within him, magic in his blood, and magic even lingers in the air.

Unfortunately, he cannot fully control these primal magical powers yet, and can only release them through the use of magic—whether it is the magic of this world or the magic in the mage's book.

"Bang! Bang!"

Just then, a strange noise came from the window. Morris went over and opened it, and cold air mixed with rain immediately rushed in.

At the same time, fireworks, somewhat disheveled from being soaked, also squeezed in.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Morris patted his pet's head, cast a drying spell on it, and took a small bag from its paw.

He weighed the bag in his hand; it was heavy, and a reassuring metallic scraping sound emanated from inside.

This is Flick's share of the proceeds from the sale of the skeleton dog.

Maurice hummed a song as he took out the Galleons and stored them in his box.

He will never hate Galleon.

Fortune