My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 93 How should he answer?

Morris felt it was better for him to leave.

Dumbledore showed no sign of leaving and seemed to intend to while away the time there.

Continuing to wait is pointless and may even increase unnecessary risks.

Moreover, he had been lying in the shadows for too long, and his body was beginning to feel unwell.

At that moment, a large bird appeared out of thin air, trailing a long tail feather. It circled around twice before landing in front of Dumbledore.

Morris recognized it by its silhouette; it was Fox, Dumbledore's phoenix.

Dumbledore moved his lips toward the phoenix and said something.

Unfortunately, Maurice was in the shadows and could barely hear anything from the outside world.

Just seconds later, Dumbledore and the phoenix vanished from the spot.

They're finally gone.

Morris breathed a sigh of relief, stepped out of the shadows, and stood in front of the mirror.

The scene reflected in the mirror was still the same one he had seen before.

His judgment was correct; it was indeed the Mirror of Erised.

But... what about the Philosopher's Stone?

Morris carefully examined the room several times, but found neither the Philosopher's Stone nor any mechanisms.

Only the bag of candy left by Dumbledore lay on the ground, seemingly still Bee Duke's Lemon Snowball Candy.

Lemon Snowball, the taste is not bad.

Morris himself also liked this candy.

Just then, the air in front of him rippled without warning, a flash of golden-red fire appeared, and Fawkes and Dumbledore reappeared in the leaping flames.

Morris reacted quickly, using his Shadow Concealment Technique once again to disappear into the shadows.

Dumbledore, completely unaware, picked up the bag of sugar from the ground—he probably forgot to take it with him earlier.

However, Fox did not land immediately, but hovered in mid-air, scanning its surroundings.

A strange sense of danger suddenly rose in Maurice's heart.

He quietly moved back in the shadows, preparing to temporarily retreat.

Fox immediately turned his head toward him.

"Um?"

Morris stopped abruptly, holding his breath.

Fox tilted his head, his gaze slowly shifting elsewhere.

Morris tried to move again.

In an instant, Fox turned his head back and looked at the shadow where he was.

This happening twice in a row cannot be a coincidence.

This bird...has spotted me?

Is the phoenix's perception so sharp?

Morris was a little unsure.

He dared not move a muscle, and even his breathing was extremely shallow.

Fox's unusual behavior quickly caught Dumbledore's attention.

He walked slowly to the shadows where Morris was hiding, looked around, and finally shook his head slightly in the direction of the phoenix.

Morris's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

It seems the other party hasn't noticed him.

Even Dumbledore couldn't see through this Shadow Technique.

Who would have thought there was someone lurking in the shadows?

Suddenly, something unexpected happened!

Fox suddenly flapped its wings, and a layer of golden-red flames rose around its body.

The flames spread out, illuminating every corner of the room, penetrating every nook and cranny.

Morris tried to escape, but the light was too fast. In just a breath, he was forced out of the shadows and fell from mid-air.

Fortunately, he was agile and performed a clean and neat somersault, landing steadily on the ground.

Dumbledore was clearly not expecting anyone to appear; a hint of surprise flashed across his face, but he then smiled and clapped.

"Very impressive skills, Morris. If ten is a perfect score, I would give you nine."

Morris straightened up and gave Dumbledore a perfect bow. "Thank you for your compliment, Headmaster."

well.

Perhaps he can now consider where to go after being fired.

He was truly taken aback to have been defeated by a bird.

"Well then," Dumbledore said gently, "why are you here? Ah, it's best not to lie; that's not a good habit."

Morris replied without hesitation, "To see the Philosopher's Stone."

Such a direct answer made Dumbledore pause for a moment.

He laughed. "I'm glad my student is so honest. I guess you heard it from Harry... Did you find the Philosopher's Stone?"

Morris shook his head.

"Come here." Dumbledore beckoned to him and walked to the Mirror of Erised first.

Maurice did as he was told and stood next to Dumbledore.

"Only someone who truly desires the Philosopher's Stone, but does not intend to use it, can retrieve it from the mirror," Dumbledore explained.

Morris touched the mirror and said with a hint of regret, "It seems I won't be able to get it."

He clearly doesn't fit the condition of someone who truly wants something but doesn't intend to use it.

Only then did he notice the strange magical fluctuations emanating from the mirror, likely magic left behind by Dumbledore.

"What a pity," Dumbledore continued, "If you had the Philosopher's Stone, what would you have done with it? I think you know its purpose."

Morris, clearly not yet at an age to worry about his lifespan, replied, "Of course, it's about producing as much gold as possible."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, not surprised by the answer.

He spoke again: "Conjuring gold isn't that simple. Even if you get the Philosopher's Stone, you probably can't do it immediately. You need to have a very high level of alchemy."

Morris shrugged. "It's okay, the result doesn't matter to me."

"The result doesn't matter?" Dumbledore retorted.

“Yes,” Morris’s voice became clearer, “If I could, I would like to understand what gives this stone such magical power. The Philosopher’s Stone itself is more interesting to me than what it can do.”

Dumbledore gazed at Maurice for a moment, then remarked, "You are a true Ravenclaw, Mr. Maurice."

"Thank you." Morris smiled slightly. "So, esteemed Headmaster, could you please pretend I wasn't here tonight?"

"Oh, no, that won't do," Dumbledore said casually, as if he were only refusing a small matter.

Morrison felt somewhat helpless at that moment.

Judging from Dumbledore's appearance, it's unlikely he'll be expelled.

It'll probably just mean deducting points and putting you in confinement.

"So what punishment will I receive?" he asked.

"Don't rush, we'll discuss this later," Dumbledore waved his hand. "Right now, I'm more interested in how you got here. If I'm not mistaken, none of the outer levels were triggered."

"You... seemed to have hidden yourself in the shadows just now?"

Dumbledore's tone was purely curious, not at all like he was interrogating a student who had broken the rules.

Morris hesitated.

How should he answer?