My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 84 The Na'vi Ritual Proceeds

"Mind your own business, Black," Malfoy said coldly. "I'm not in the mood for you today, so if you know what's good for you, get out of here."

Upon hearing this, Crabbe and Gore immediately took a step closer, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Meanwhile, the canned food leisurely licked its front paws at Maurice's feet and lazily looked at Draco.

It's that human again... Even though he was already taught a lesson last time, he didn't run away immediately when he saw his master.

remarkably brave.

Neville was so frightened that he forgot to sob, staring wide-eyed and pale-faced at both sides.

It seems like... something terrible is about to happen?

Morris raised an eyebrow, appearing quite relaxed.

He chuckled and said, "Don't be so nervous, Malfoy. Remember the taste of those dung balls? I brought some with me this time, and I heard it's the latest version, with a longer-lasting flavor."

Malfoy's face turned green instantly.

He then remembered the large dung he had left for them a few months earlier.

He enjoyed it for almost ten minutes straight!

That smell has become a psychological trauma for him.

Malfoy shook his head violently, trying to dispel the painful memory, his expression growing increasingly grim. "Are you sure you want to go against me?"

"Yes," Morris nodded, still smiling, "and then what are you going to do? Use a leg-locking curse on me?"

Just so you know, that probably won't be of much use.

Looking at Maurice's smug expression, Malfoy felt an unprecedented anger.

but..

There's nothing we can do, we just can't beat them!

Unless he can bring over those upperclassmen from Slytherin who are on good terms with him, he has absolutely no chance of winning.

Morris still hasn't figured out what kind of magic that strange bone prison is.

Malfoy took a deep breath, realizing that if the stalemate continued, he would definitely suffer a loss.

"

"Let's go!"

He gritted his teeth, nodded at Crabbe and Goyle, and turned to leave quickly.

Crabbe and Goyle were stunned for a moment, somewhat bewildered, but seeing that Malfoy had already left, they quickly followed.

Seeing this, Morris was very satisfied.

When dealing with Slytherin, being tough is definitely the most effective approach.

He walked up to Neville, gently waved his wand, and said, "Stop Cursing!"

Neville's leg-locking curse was lifted, and his legs went weak. He quickly grabbed the wall for support and whispered, "Th-thank you, Black."

"No problem." Morris patted him on the shoulder and continued walking toward the House of Requirement.

"Wait!" Neville said hurriedly, his voice trembling slightly.

Morris paused, turned around, and asked, "Is there anything else, Longbottom?"

Neville mustered his courage and stammered, "Um... why is Malfoy afraid of you... I mean, why doesn't he use any spells on you?"

In his mind, Malfoy was fearless, so why did he slink away when he saw this Ravenclaw student in the same year as him?

Morris smiled at Neville's anxious expression: "Because my magic is stronger than his, he can't beat me, it's that simple."

Neville was momentarily stunned by such a straightforward answer.

"Practice your magic more, Longbottom," Morris said, his tone becoming more serious. "If you can cast a disarming spell, or even a decent barrier spell, to subdue Malfoy, he'll have to think twice before he tries to bully you."

"Strength is the foundation that makes people dare not provoke you easily."

Neville nodded blankly.

"That's it." Maurice shrugged. "Goodbye."

He didn't know much about Neville, only that he was a rather timid and introverted child.

This kind of personality makes them the perfect punching bag for those with bad tempers.

They are also excellent targets for school bullying.

Morris is not a savior; he has neither the interest nor the time to be everyone's bodyguard.

His subtle reminder and timely intervention were already a rare act of kindness from him.

He didn't linger and strode towards the eighth floor.

Walk back and forth three times in front of the wall opposite the tapestry, while silently repeating "a spacious and empty room" three times in your mind, and the entrance to the Room of Requirement will appear smoothly.

Morris pushed open the door and stepped into this magical space once again.

The room is exactly the same as last time.

Morris let Fireworks emerge from the shadows and stand next to Canned Food, asking, "Which of you two wants to go first?"

A gleam of eager anticipation flashed in the canned food's eyes, and it was about to step forward and "smack!"

It was blown aside by a wing of a firework.

"Aww!"

The canned food got up, arched its back, grinned at the fireworks, and then silently squatted down in a corner.

Okay, you're the boss, you make the decisions.

The firework raised its head, shook its shiny black feathers, and looked like a victorious general.

Morris watched this scene and understood.

It seems that, without his knowledge, his three undead creatures had already established a hierarchy.

Fireworks are bigger than canned food, which is bigger than a skeleton dog.

That's about it.

He didn't seem to care, and judging from the canned food's reaction, it didn't seem like he really minded.

It was just a joke.

Morris placed his backpack on the ground, took out his tools, and began setting up the ritual for the advancement of the undead creature.

An hour later, the magic circle was successfully completed.

"Go ahead." Morris nodded to the fireworks nearby. "It might be a little uncomfortable during the process, so bear with it."

Fireworks let out a soft cry and pattered as it walked to the center of the magic circle.

Seeing this, Morris used his Transfiguration to make a simple perch for it to stand on.

Then, he focused his attention.

The rite of advancement for undead creatures has officially begun.

Chant, activate the magic circle, and inject enough interstitial energy crystals.

"boom!"

Once the magic circle was fully charged, a violent burst of air erupted instantly.

Under this impact, even the magic torches on the wall began to flicker.

Having learned from his previous experience, Morris stepped back a few paces this time and calmly observed the situation.

Although the entire magic circle was shrouded in a thick, gray-black fog, making it impossible to see anything, he believed that the fireworks should be able to handle it.

Gradually, all the black mist seemed to be attracted by something, and began to contract violently inward, faster and faster, until it even formed a rotating vortex.

In just a few minutes, the fireworks completely absorbed the black fog.

The ceremony was successfully completed!

This speed is several times faster than when the skeletal dogs performed the undead evolution ritual!

Morris stepped forward and carefully examined the "brand new" fireworks.

From the outside, the fireworks have hardly changed; they are still the same dark color and their size is almost the same as before.

The only difference was that the flames in the fireworks' eye sockets were more solidified.

"How do you feel?" Morris asked, reaching out to rub Fireworks' head a few times.

Yes, it still feels familiar.

The firework gently brushed against his fingers and chirped.

"You have special abilities, right? Show them to me."

At Morris's command, Fireworks turned his head and focused his gaze on the cans beside him.

can:"?"

Why do I suddenly have this bad feeling...?

The next second, the shadow beneath its feet suddenly began to wriggle, bulge, and stretch, transforming into several agile shadow tentacles that wrapped around its limbs and lifted it up completely.

"Meow meow meow!?"

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