My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 85 Shadow Manipulation

Shadow manipulation.

Morris will tentatively use this as the name for Fireworks' new ability.

After a brief period of testing and observation, he has gained a basic understanding of this ability.

Without any incantation, fireworks can interfere with and manipulate all shadows within a range of about ten meters, transforming them into physical objects and shaping them into different forms, simply by using their thoughts.

This ability can not only be used to bind and restrain enemies, but also to condense into shadow spikes for surprise attacks when needed.

What's even more amazing is that these shadow spikes or tentacles can silently "grow" directly from the shadows, making them impossible to defend against.

The only slight drawback is that the intensity of the shadow is not high. With Fireworks' current abilities, the shadow spikes it forms are difficult to even penetrate wooden blocks.

The tentacles that form can only control a not-so-strong adult wizard at most.

However, it's more than enough to deal with the undead cat.

After the test, Morris rearranged a new advanced ritual magic circle on the floor.

Meanwhile, Fireworks had retreated to the wall, resting on its perch, occasionally manipulating its shadow to preen its feathers.

The canned food looked at this scene with disdain in its eyes.

What a show-off! All he can do is manipulate shadows.

Flashy and gaudy.

The canned food raised its head slightly.

It believed that once it underwent the advancement ritual, it would definitely possess more substantial and powerful abilities.

Then it will reclaim its rightful place.

As its master's first undead creature, how could it tolerate being subservient to a little owl?

"Canned food, come here, the ceremony is ready."

"Meow~" (Can't wait!)

Like the fireworks, the canned food's advancement ceremony went very smoothly, even faster.

After the can absorbed all the fog, Morris quickly stepped forward to observe.

Its appearance remains unchanged, and it's unknown what abilities it will gain.

"Show us your new abilities," Morris said matter-of-factly.

The canned food tilted its head, its eyes blank, "Meow?"

Morris was taken aback. "What do you mean you haven't gained any new abilities?"

The canned food closed its eyes and carefully felt the changes within itself.

however.

It... doesn't really feel special.

My body feels lighter and my senses are sharper, but... is that all?

It doesn't have the cool ability to control shadows like fireworks, nor can it conjure fireballs or lightning out of thin air.

What's going on?!

The canned food started to go crazy.

Looking at the undead cat pacing anxiously in place, Morris stroked his chin, somewhat puzzled.

That shouldn't be the case.

The advancement ceremony went very smoothly, and the process was no different from the previous ones.

Could it be that I made a mistake somewhere?

Morris quickly reviewed the entire ceremony in his mind but couldn't find any problems.

Then the problem must lie with the canned food.

Suddenly, he remembered a very small detail.

That is, when he transformed the fireworks and the skeleton dog, his blood was added to the magic circle, but the canned food, as his first undead creature, did not have any additional materials added.

Could this be the reason?

The more Morris thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

So he walked over to the can of food, squatted down, and slowly said, "Good cat, I think I know why. You might just be a little... how should I describe it... uh... underdeveloped?"

Developmental delay!

The canned food suddenly raised its head, its eyes filled with disbelief, its fragile heart having suffered a severe blow.

It is unacceptable.

Of course, "stunted growth" is just Morris's guess, and more research is needed to determine the specifics.

However, it is an established fact that canned goods have not acquired any capabilities.

So for the next few days, Morris studied the changes in the canned goods, but unfortunately, he made no progress.

He planned to accumulate enough gap energy crystals over time before performing an advancement ritual on the canned food to see if anything would change.

Normally, an undead creature that has already undergone an advancement ritual would consume more energy to advance again.

In other words, he needs to prepare more interstitial energy crystals.

Such a large project can only be carried out slowly.

Hogwarts was still cold in mid-February, and it rained from time to time.

"Here's your cake, Mr. Blake."

"Thank you, Bobo."

"Oh! It's my pleasure to serve you."

After receiving his favorite chocolate cake from the house-elf, Morris left the kitchen.

Although eating cake so early in the morning is a bit unhealthy, he is a child and doesn't need to worry about sugar intake yet.

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Ever since he discovered the location of Hogwarts' kitchen, he has been a frequent visitor there.

It must be said that Hufflepuff students must be very lucky, because the Hogwarts kitchen is located near the Hufflepuff common room.

House-elves usually don't refuse students' requests.

As a result, Maurice ate many desserts that are not usually seen on the dinner table.

And it's free.

After breakfast, Morris, like many other students, took his textbooks to the classroom for class.

His first class on Tuesday morning was History of Magic, one of his favorite subjects.

Of course, he didn't like the history of magic itself, but in this class, Professor Binns didn't care at all what they were doing.

This means that Maurice is free to do whatever he wants.

"Maurice, what are you doing? Why are you holding that compass?"

Halfway through the lesson, Hermione finally couldn't help but lower her voice and ask.

From the moment he sat down, Maurice stared intently at the brass compass in his hand.

Without looking up, Morris said, "I'm trying to enchant this compass."

Hermione frowned. "Have we learned this?"

"No," Morris replied softly, "so I'm doing my own research."

In fact, he was trying to engrave runes on the compass.

He continued, "Please don't disturb me now, Hermione, I'm thinking."

Upon hearing this, Hermione refocused her attention on Professor Spencer's lecture, but her gaze couldn't help but drift towards Maurice and the compass in his hand.

After a while, a barely perceptible glimmer of light flashed across the compass.

Hermione was certain she hadn't misread it.

At that moment, the bell rang, and Professor Spencer also announced the end of get out of class.

Hermione wanted to press Maurice for details about the compass, but he vanished in a flash, so she had to give up.

Morris quickly returned to his dormitory.

He sat in the chair, looking at the compass in his hand, and couldn't help but feel excited.

We finally succeeded!

This was the first time he had ever inscribed so many different runes onto the same item!