My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 98 The Cat and Mouse Game in the Forbidden Forest

The centaur came into view.

With no time to spare for Quirrell, Morris, riding his skeletal unicorn, accelerated towards the centaurs, leaping high into the air.

He didn't try to force his way through; instead, he chose the most unexpected route.

Under the moonlight, the outline of the skeletal unicorn was crystal clear, its four hooves treading on the invisible air as it flew directly over the centaur's defenses.

A surge of exhilaration swept through Morris.

The leap was instantaneous, but for the centaurs, it was undoubtedly the most direct provocation.

After landing, the skeletal unicorn once again unleashed astonishing speed, charging forward without looking back.

Morris glanced back and saw that after a brief pause, the centaurs split into two and chased after him.

Oh hoo!

Morris's lips curled up slightly.

Is it a cat-and-mouse game?

He doesn't dislike him.

Besides, everyone has four legs, so it's fair.

Ten minutes later.

"Bane," the slightly aged centaur looked at his companion beside him, stopped and breathed heavily, "Don't chase them anymore, they're playing us."

Bain also stopped, his face grim.

Indeed, the way the unicorn skeleton ahead was moving was extremely strange.

Sometimes it bursts out with astonishing speed, instantly leaving them far behind, and sometimes it suddenly slows down, as if deliberately waiting for them to catch up.

Like a cunning fox, toying with two angry but somewhat clumsy bears.

For example, they have stopped now, but the other party is still within their field of vision and has not gone far.

"This matter must be reported," Bain said hoarsely. "That unicorn was forcibly driven and has long since deviated from the pure nature of unicorns, turning into a twisted monster. We cannot stand idly by."

The elderly centaur nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with worry and vigilance. "It's not just that, Bain. The other party's actions must have an evil purpose."

"They might be testing our capabilities, preparing for an invasion of our forests."

"The stars in the sky have already told us that something bad is about to happen in the Forbidden Forest..."

""

In fact, Maurice was just teasing them.

Perhaps there was also a hint of revenge in his mind—he recognized one of the centaurs as Bane, whom he had met when he started school.

As the centaur turned to leave, he was still somewhat reluctant to part.

They're leaving already?

That's really boring.

Maurice pursed his lips, took out his pocket watch, and glanced at it.

It's getting late, time to go back.

As they approached the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, Morris flicked the hem of his robe and stored the skeletal unicorn within the undead creature containment magic circle.

He skillfully used the Disillusionment Charm to slip silently back to the castle and into the Ravenclaw lounge.

As he walked up the spiral staircase to the lounge.

"Maurice?"

A voice came from the direction of the lounge.

Morris paused.

Keep in mind, it's the middle of the night.

Moreover, he did not lift his illusion spell.

"Maurice, I knew it was you. Don't worry, I haven't told anyone about your nighttime outing."

Morris had no choice but to cancel the Disillusionment Charm, enter the common room, and greet him, "Good evening, Prefect Robert."

Yes, the person in the lounge was Robert Hilliard.

Robert was sitting on the sofa, holding a book. The lights were off, and no lighting magic was being used. The only source of light was the moon.

Reading by moonlight is not a good habit. Although you can barely see the contents, it is very bad for your eyes.

Of course, this is not the point.

Before Maurice could say anything, Robert spoke first: "Professor Flitwick asked me to do an extra headcount during the holidays. I knocked on the dormitory door, but you didn't answer."

Morris sighed. "I really didn't expect that."

"To be honest, I didn't expect this either," Robert said, closing his book, standing up, and smiling. "I've actually caught a Ravenclaw student out at night in my lifetime. You're lucky, Maurice."

Morris suddenly noticed that Robert was wearing a pair of oddly shaped glasses, somewhat like diving goggles.

The lenses still gleamed silver in the moonlight.

"What's this?" Morris pointed and asked curiously.

"Oh," Robert took off his glasses and handed them to Maurice, "Try it, this will allow you to see clearly at night, even in complete darkness."

Morris took the glasses and put them on curiously.

In an instant, the scene in the lounge became much clearer, just like on a gloomy daytime.

"Impressive," Morris exclaimed sincerely, then continued, "You made this yourself? I bet you used some kind of complex spell. The material is probably purified crystal, mixed with firefly wing powder..."

Robert was extremely surprised. "You really know your stuff, Morris. Actually, the material I originally wanted to use was..."

""

So the two of them stood in the lounge and discussed the craftsmanship and principles of eyeglasses for more than ten minutes.

"Wait a minute!" Robert suddenly realized, "Weren't we talking about your nighttime outing?"

"Never mind it," Maurice waved his hand. "I've seen you out at night before... Are you planning to report this to Professor Flitwick?"

Robert shook his head. "I hate trouble, so I'll pretend I didn't see you tonight."

"See?" Morris shrugged. "I don't like trouble either. We're all the same."

He then looked puzzled and asked, "But speaking of which, if you didn't come here specifically to arrest me, why are you in the lounge at this time?"

Robert smiled slyly. "Guess."

Guess what?

However, as long as the other party doesn't tell anyone about his nighttime outings, that's enough.

"Go to sleep, Maurice," Robert said seriously. "It's getting late."

Morris nodded. "Good night."

The two walked towards their respective dormitories.

When Maurice arrived at the room, fireworks were already waiting for him at the window.

He carefully wrapped the huge bone he had found in the Forbidden Forest and attached a letter.

"Send this to Frick," Morris said to Fireworks. "You can send it tomorrow morning if you want to rest."

Fireworks grabbed the package and left, disappearing into the darkness outside the window.

"No wonder they're undead creatures," Morris thought with some emotion.

After advancing to a second-tier undead creature, Fireworks seemed to have no need for rest at all, and was full of energy at all times.

Even if I work for several weeks in a row, there are no problems.

She's practically a born perfect working woman.