My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 83 The Room of Requirement

Before Morris could react, the house-elf Popo began to sob and plead, "Sir, please, don't tell anyone that Popo is being lazy. I'll do anything for Popo."

His strength was astonishing; Morris felt as if his legs were being clamped.

"Let me go, Popo," Morris said helplessly. "I won't tell anyone."

"Really?" Bobo cautiously raised his head.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Morris quickly freed his leg and took a step back.

Unfortunately, we were a step too late.

His trouser legs were still stained with a mixture of tears and snot.

After casting several cleansing spells on himself, Morris finally spoke to Bobo, who was standing to the side, too afraid to move, and said, "Alright, that's the end of it. I keep my word and won't tell anyone."

Bobo nodded vigorously. "Sir, you're so kind."

Morris, not wanting to listen to its rambling any longer, turned to leave, but suddenly remembered his true purpose for coming here.

"Wait, Popo."

The house-elf shuddered, his eyes filled with terror. "Is there anything else you need, sir?"

"Don't be nervous," Morris waved his hand, "I just want to ask a question."

"You're very familiar with this castle, aren't you? I need to find a place. A very secluded, spacious, and quiet place, preferably one that even your family elves rarely go to or can't disturb."

He felt that the house-elves who had worked here for hundreds of years must be among the beings most familiar with the castle.

Asking won't waste too much time.

Bobo blinked and murmured, "Without being disturbed..."

"Oh, Bobo understands!" His eyes suddenly lit up. "That room might meet your requirements, sir."

Morrison immediately became interested. "Where?"

"It's on the eighth floor, opposite a tapestry," Bobo said. "We have a little elf in our house; we call him to the 'Come and Go Room,' or the 'Requirement Room'..."

About ten minutes later, Morris arrived at the eighth floor of the main castle, in the corridor that Popo had mentioned.

Sure enough, on the wall to the left, he found a huge tapestry.

The tapestry depicts a very abstract scene: six trolls dressed in ballet tutus surround a well-dressed wizard who is waving his wand in terror, trying to fend off the clubs the trolls are wielding.

Morris could almost smell the monstrous scent emanating from the tapestry.

He shifted his gaze from the perplexing image to the wall opposite.

The walls were bare, clean, and looked utterly ordinary.

According to the house-elf, Maurice stood in front of the wall and began pacing back and forth, silently chanting in his mind, "A spacious room, a wide, spacious room, a wide, spacious room..."

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After walking back and forth three times, something amazing happened.

On the otherwise ordinary wall, a smooth door with a brass handle appeared silently.

Morris immediately grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open to enter.

suddenly see the light.

This is an extremely spacious underground space with towering ceilings and walls made of rough stone, and compacted earth underfoot, giving it the feel of an ancient cellar.

Morris roughly estimated that there was more than enough room to fit an undead creature's advancement ritual magic circle.

Moreover, according to the house-elves, only one person is allowed to enter this room at a time.

perfect!

It's perfect!

Morris nodded in satisfaction.

This place is simply the perfect setting for experimenting with dark magic!

Oh, no, his undead creature advancement ritual wasn't black magic.

In short, this place was chosen by Morris as the preferred venue for the ceremony.

He couldn't wait!

Unfortunately, I have to rush to class right now.

Maurice took out the pocket watch he had bought from Diagon Alley from his pocket and glanced at it.

Okay, no rush. I'm already late anyway, so I'll just take my time and walk over.

This is Snape's Potions class. He shouldn't be too hard on him. He can just say he was so engrossed in making potions that he didn't notice the time.

He believed that his dear professor would understand him!

So by evening, Ravenclaw's score hourglass had shrunk a little.

The next day was a day off. Early in the morning, Maurice shouldered his backpack, took some canned food, and let the fireworks hide in his shadow as he strode up to the eighth floor of the castle.

He had been looking forward to this advancement ceremony for a long time; even seeing two students fighting while passing by the library couldn't stop him...

Uh, we still need to stop here.

After all, being a gossipmonger is human nature, and Morris is no exception.

He watched with great interest from a short distance away, and saw two students standing facing each other in the corridor in front of the library.

One of them was Draco Malfoy and his two henchmen, while on the other side was a round-faced little boy, Harry's roommate, named Neville Longbottom.

Their fight seemed to be over; Neville's legs were bound together by a leg-locking curse, and Draco was smugly mocking him.

"Coward, get your wand out! Let's practice some spells!"

Neville trembled. "Let me go, Malfoy. This is the second time."

This cowardly reply only earned him a few jeers from the other side.

Suddenly, Neville's gaze fell on Maurice in the distance. He stared at him blankly, his eyes filled with tears.

Morris paused in his steps, which were about to leave.

Tsk, we've been seen.

He had originally planned to pretend he hadn't seen it, after all, he wasn't some meddlesome righteous hero, and he had more important things to do.

However, Neville's gaze was hard to ignore, especially since Draco Malfoy, with whom he had some conflict, was on the other side.

Do some good deeds, at least.

Maurice reached out his wand and moved in front of the four, a smile on his face. "Malfoy, long time no see. How have you been? I heard you were attacked by something yesterday."

Upon hearing this, Malfoy's eyes immediately flashed with a hint of wariness and annoyance.

Yesterday at noon, he was walking along the corridor when he was suddenly hit by something, leaving him in a very messy state. To make matters worse, he was spotted by a group of Gryffindors on his way back to the common room.

In just one night, the story spread throughout the entire school, and the rumors became increasingly outrageous.

This morning, the rumor had become that Draco Malfoy confessed his feelings to a Slytherin girl, was rejected, and in a fit of rage, tried to ambush her with a spell, but the spell bounced back and blew him ten feet away.

I have no idea which bastard made this up.

This is an utter disgrace.

What's even more frustrating is that he has no idea who did it.

But he was certain that the rumors had originated from the Gryffindor gang.

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