My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 92 The Cheater, Maurice

Maurice had his own thoughts on Harry's words.

He was more inclined to believe that Quirrell was the one who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

But, neither Quirrell nor Snape actually had anything to do with him.

For Maurice, the Philosopher's Stone itself was more important at that moment.

"What can the Philosopher's Stone do?" Morris asked.

"It can make the elixir of immortality and turn any metal into pure gold," Hermione replied quickly. "Perhaps there are many more uses, but that's all the book says."

Immortality?

Morris suddenly remembered that when they were in Knockturn Alley, Quirrell was trying to buy Nixon silver banded snake venom.

Frick said that the venom could be processed to extend lifespan.

This almost confirms that Quirrell is the one who wants the Philosopher's Stone.

"To be able to conjure gold, isn't that amazing?" Ron's eyes lit up. "Just imagine, if you could get your hands on it, you'd never have to worry about money again!"

"Indeed," Maurice agreed. "No one can resist gold; who wouldn't want a stone like this?"

Hermione glanced at Harry. "Snape thought so too."

Harry nodded. "If the Philosopher's Stone falls into the wrong hands, the consequences will be dire. Snape would definitely want to use it for evil."

"For example?" Morris asked.

"It's evil, anyway," Harry replied.

After parting ways with Harry and the others, Maurice returned to his dormitory.

He leaned against the bed, stroking the can as he fell into deep thought.

For him, the Philosopher's Stone was undoubtedly extremely attractive.

Whether it's turning lead into gold or achieving immortality, both are extremely tempting.

As he said, no one can resist gold.

Getting the magic stone will definitely not be easy.

But how will you know if you don't try?

Even if you can't take it with you in the end, you should at least see what it looks like with your own eyes.

Such a magical thing might be hidden somewhere in Hogwarts, and he had no reason not to go and find out.

Once this thought arises, it's hard to suppress.

Morris, always quick to act, immediately decided to go to that room to check the situation.

However, it's definitely not possible during the day.

You can't use the Shadow Concealment Technique freely during the day.

As long as he possessed the Shadow Concealment Technique, he was confident that he would not be discovered by anyone.

Unless the other party uses a glowing spell with a huge range to dispel all the darkness, they cannot force him out of the darkness.

If he didn't do that, even Dumbledore wouldn't have been able to discover him hiding in the shadows.

For the rest of the time, Maurice lived as usual.

late at night.

When his meditation ended, Maurice looked up and glanced at the clock on the wall.

11:53.

It's almost time.

Maurice rose silently, changed into a hooded robe, and went out the door.

As he walked down the stairs, he noticed that the common room was not empty.

.

Besides him, there was another equally furtive figure standing there.

It's Robert Hilliard.

Robert cast an illusion spell on himself and quietly left the lounge.

It seems that tonight at Hogwarts will be anything but peaceful.

In fact, when Morris visited the library at night before, he would occasionally run into other students who were out at night.

Fortunately, he was never discovered by anyone else.

Have a safe journey.

Morris arrived at the door of the room where Lou Williams was without any trouble.

He turned the handle; it was locked.

To avoid attracting attention, he did not intend to use the unlocking spell.

"Shadow Concealment Technique"

Maurice chanted silently, his body transforming into a flowing black mass as he entered the room through the crack in the door.

In his perception, the scene inside the door was the same as when he last came: a huge three-headed dog was locked up, two of its heads were sleeping with their eyes closed, and the remaining one, although its eyes were open, did not seem very energetic and kept yawning.

What an incompetent watchdog.

Morris carefully sensed the entire room and finally found a small trapdoor under the three-headed dog's body.

The trapdoor was still being held shut by one of the three-headed dog's paws.

Of course, this was meaningless to Morris.

Without hesitation, he moved through the shadows and slipped through the crack into the trapdoor.

Heading downwards.

In the darkness, Maurice sensed some long, thin objects, probably some kind of vine-like plant.

He landed on a soft patch of ground, emerging from the shadows, and in that instant, the vines surged up as if they were alive.

Maurice was startled and immediately disappeared back into the darkness.

The vines lost their target, writhed aimlessly in the darkness for a few moments, then slowly drooped down and returned to dormancy.

It was the Devil's Web; he recognized the plant.

Morris did not stop, but continued deeper into the stone corridor.

He then arrived at a room filled with flying keys, a room with a giant chessboard, a room with a giant monster, and a room with bottles on the table.

These rooms are clearly designed with specific ways of getting through them.

But Morris used the same method: he simply slipped through the crack in the door.

It's a pity that such an exquisite level was attacked by a cheater.

Upon reaching the next room, Morris intended to emerge from the shadows to catch his breath, but within this room, he suddenly sensed two unusual silhouettes.

One of them appeared to be a mirror, and judging from its size, it was likely the Mirror of Erised that he had seen before.

The other silhouette is a tall, living person with a long beard, standing motionless in front of the mirror with his back to him.

Without a doubt, this is Dumbledore himself.

Morris hesitated for a moment.

He now has two choices.

You can either leave immediately or stay here and wait for Dumbledore to leave before taking any further action.

Based on past experience, Dumbledore should be unaware of him hiding in the shadows.

Therefore, he chose the latter.

Dumbledore stood there in front of the mirror, motionless.

For a full five minutes, he made no other move except to adjust his glasses.

Morris gradually became impatient.

What exactly did Dumbledore see in the Mirror of Erised that could fascinate him so much?

Just as he was about to leave, Dumbledore suddenly shook his head and turned around.

For a fleeting moment, Maurice thought he had been discovered.

Dumbledore simply adjusted his glasses and sat down on the ground.

He took a bag out of his pocket, took out an oval-shaped object, and put it in his mouth.

Is it medicine? Or candy?

Morris breathed a sigh of relief, but was also somewhat puzzled.

What made the headmaster of Hogwarts sit alone in front of the Mirror of Erised late at night... eating candy?

That's really strange.

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