My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 88 Undead Creature Containment Magic Array

"Good child, come this way."

Morris reached out his hand, and the brand-new skeletal unicorn, upon receiving the command, immediately walked in front of him and lowered its head slightly.

The horn touched Maurice's palm, bringing a cold, but not piercing, chill.

"How are you feeling?" Morris asked, stroking its head.

The skeletal unicorn let out a low growl of doubt.

Morris sighed and patted its horn. "Never mind, forget I asked."

It seems that, just like when the Skeleton Dog was at Tier 1, the Skeleton Unicorn also has limited intelligence and can only understand the simplest commands.

At that moment, the can silently climbed onto the top of the skeletal unicorn's head, stretched out its claws towards the horn, and curiously poked at it a couple of times.

The skeletal unicorn did not resist; it simply tilted its head slightly and flung the cat off.

The can flipped in the air, landed lightly on the ground, and knocked over the books that Maurice had piled up.

The blue flames in the skeleton dog's eye sockets flickered as it curiously observed its new colleague.

Morris suddenly realized that his room was a bit cramped.

Although he occupied an entire dormitory room by himself, the space was clearly a bit cramped after cramming in four pets.

Fortunately, he already has a solution.

A few days ago, a new magic circle appeared in the Book of Mages: "Undead Creature Containment Magic Circle".

As its name suggests, this magic circle can create a stable space specifically for containing undead creatures.

He took off his robe, spread it out on the floor, and began to draw a magic circle.

The magic circle wasn't large, only about ten inches.

After finishing the drawing, Morris took out a few more gap energy crystals from his backpack and threw them up.

The interstitial crystal instantly turned into a wisp of mist, which was absorbed by the magic circle.

The magic circle lit up briefly before quickly dimming, as if it were just an ordinary pattern imprinted on the inside of the robe.

Everything is ready.

Morris put his robe back on and felt nothing amiss.

He flicked his robe at the skeletal unicorn.

The next second, the unicorn's body twisted, turning into a beam of light and silently disappearing into the robe.

The room suddenly felt much more spacious.

Morris could clearly sense that a small, hazy space was closely connected to him, and the skeletal unicorn stood quietly within it, in good condition.

He then turned to the skeletal dog and flicked the hem of his robe in the same manner.

The skeletal dog then disappeared and reappeared in the containment space, standing next to the skeletal unicorn.

"What convenient magic!" Morris exclaimed.

If he has enough undead creatures, he can even carry an entire undead army with him.

Unfortunately, first-tier undead creatures have little combat ability.

Like the first-stage skeleton dogs and skeleton unicorns, they are nothing more than moving skeletons.

Even if a lot of energy is converted, it will be of little use without an advancement ritual.

He glanced at the can.

Well, even if I advance to the second tier, it might not be of any use.

Afterwards, Morris picked and chose from the half-wolf skeleton and managed to piece together a lame skeletal wolf, which he then put into his spatial storage.

Over the next few days, Morris focused his energy on condensing interstitial energy crystals and did not go into the Forbidden Forest to collect materials.

He plans to take the elite route for now, first getting all the undead creatures he currently possesses to advance.

As for the undead army, there will always be opportunities later.

Late February, Thursday.

Defense Against the Dark Arts.

On the platform, Quirrell was stammering as he gave his lecture, while the students below were dozing off.

Morris suddenly remembered Halloween last semester, when Quirrell was scared unconscious by a giant monster.

Upon careful consideration, this is clearly somewhat illogical.

After all, he had seen Quirrell when he was in Knockturn Alley.

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To be able to move around in such a place, one must be exceptionally brave; it would be unreasonable to say that they were afraid of a mere giant monster.

However, this has nothing to do with him.

He was just thinking about it because he was bored.

At this moment, Hermione whispered to him, "You're not learning anything in this class, are you? Professor Quirrell can't even explain the basics properly."

“Indeed,” Morris nodded, “so you’d better learn on your own, or use this time for something else.”

As he spoke, he showed the potions book in his hand.

Hermione opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

She wouldn't openly do anything else during Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

This was somewhat disrespectful to Professor Quirrell.

That said, Maurice really does love potions, to the point of obsession.

She didn't dislike Potions class, but having Snape as her Potions professor... well, it's hard to say.

Before we knew it, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

As Maurice was leaving the classroom, an unexpected person approached him.

"Black," Neville caught up with him cautiously, "I need to talk to you."

Morris stopped in his tracks, slightly surprised.

What does Neville want with him?

"Shall we talk somewhere else?" Morris asked.

Looking at the students coming and going in the corridor, Neville nervously replied, "No need—uh, let's go somewhere else."

The two walked to the flower bed in the courtyard.

"So," Maurice spoke first, "what brings you here? Did Draco Malfoy bully you again?"

Neville's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

He stammered, "How...how did you know?"

"Just guessing," Morris raised an eyebrow, his tone calm. "You want me to help you get revenge? If that's the case, then you've come to the wrong person."

Neville quickly shook his head. "No, I just wanted to ask how you dealt with Malfoy? I remember you said before that he couldn't beat you."

Maurice drew his wand, pointed with his other finger, and said casually, "Use this. If Malfoy uses the Leg-Locking Curse on you, just counter with an Explosion Curse. Trust me, he won't dare bother you again after that."

Neville looked bewildered.

Explosion spell?

Is this the kind of magic he should be learning now?

Seeing Neville's state, Maurice gave him a better suggestion: "In fact, I think you should tell the professor that Professor McGonagall won't ignore this."

"I don't want to cause trouble." Neville lowered his head, his voice almost inaudible. "Besides, Malfoy said that even if we tell the professor, he won't be able to find anything on him. He also said his father is on the school board..."

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"Then you should go and practice your magic properly," Morris said kindly. "I can tell you a few useful and easy-to-learn spells, but as for more, I can't help you with that."

Neville's eyes lit up instantly. "Really? Thank you, Black, that's enough."

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Morris nodded. "Just call me Morris."

Neville nodded vigorously and asked, "So what spell are you going to teach me?"

Morris stroked his chin. "Then let's use the Fatigue Curse."

This is a spell he found in the library; its effect is to make people feel slightly tired.

It can be seen as a playful version of the Curse of Weakness.

It's very easy and perfect for beginners.

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