trainer at hogwarts

Chapter 187 The whole big thing

Morris didn't say anything and silently took the heavy book over.

It doesn't matter what I study, the main thing is that I am more interested in dark magic, and it is an introductory tutorial on dark magic recommended by Dumbledore himself.

Although Morris felt like vomiting while reading the book during this period, it did not prevent him from opening the book with enthusiasm.

Two minutes later, he yawned.

Although the content is different, the core of making people want to sleep is still the same.

"What?" Dumbledore asked with concern, "You didn't have any rest last night?"

Morris yawned again: "It's not because of this, it's just mental fatigue from reading too many books..."

Dumbledore: "..."

Today's students are indeed very individual.

He couldn't help but think of Tom Riddle. Back then, that kid racked his brains to find knowledge and gain knowledge. He was even more addicted to black magic, and finally embarked on an evil path under the temptation of power and immortality.

The lazy student in front of him was much better than the previous Tom in every aspect, and he had more ideas of his own. Dumbledore worried more than once that he would go the same way as Tom Riddle, but every time this student made a magical choice, he was eye-opening and speechless.

Summed up in one word, lazy.

And he also likes to cause trouble.

Morris held the book and read two more pages. He felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, so he put down the book decisively and drank some tea to cheer up.

"Headmaster, this book is really sophisticated and difficult to understand. I think I need to spend some time studying it. So, can we talk about Harry's situation first?"

Dumbledore's mouth twitched, and he was speechless at Morris's way of changing the subject. Don't think I didn't see that you almost fell asleep while reading a book just now!

"Harry..." Dumbledore stood up. It concerned Harry. He was in no mood to joke, "It's not as good as you..."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up and he looked at Morris.

This kid keeps yelling about skipping classes during the holidays, so why not let him keep an eye on Harry? With his ability, if anything happens to Harry, he can basically get it solved in time. Dumbledore stroked his beard and thought about it for a while before giving up the idea.

Because Morris is so unreliable!

Morris tilted his head in confusion.

Dumbledore waved his hands tiredly: "It's okay, I'll think of other ways."

Morris curled his lips secretly, feeling that Dumbledore didn't trust him, even though he seemed to have nothing wrong with him, and he was very stable!

Dumbledore asked Morris some other information about Harry. Morris simply translated the letter written by the nanny bug into an English version and gave it to Dumbledore for him to study on his own.

The pot was finally shaken off beautifully. Maurice stretched and saw the black magic book on the table.

"Principal, can I take this back?" Morris asked tentatively.

Dumbledore thought for a while: "You'd better come to my place to see it. If you don't understand something, you can ask me at any time. Black magic is very dangerous. If you make a wrong step, it may cause very serious consequences."

Morris nodded and had no objection.

If he couldn't explain it to his roommates after bringing this thing back, would he have to sacrifice his precious sleeping time at night to study all night long with his roommates? This is impossible!

So he had no objection to reading in Dumbledore's office, not to mention there were a lot of snacks here...

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Morris left Dumbledore's office feeling refreshed.

The mess was not fixed, but someone took over.

As for the danger of having his home robbed, Morris is confident that the crystal lantern will not let even a fly in.

The next thing he has to do is to finish the third grade and go to Dumbledore to learn the basics of dark magic.

What else is soul slavery...

Maurice's roommates were no longer surprised that he disappeared from time to time, which would be a problem if he was hanging out in front of them twenty-four hours a day.

"Brother, what is this?" Sol, who was bored, stretched his head over and asked curiously when he saw Morris writing and drawing in the book.

"The content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course." Morris replied without raising his head, "Werewolf, this will be solved after completing this course."

Sol: "..."

Scratching his head, he always felt that he was too immature and out of tune with his roommates.

However, he soon regained his optimism and discussed with James who had recently been attacked by Peeves.

"I really don't know who gave Peeves the idea. It's so funny!" Thor was overjoyed when he thought about it. "This morning, a Slytherin was blocked in the toilet by Peeves and was forced to change into a grandma costume! It's so funny! Me!"

James adjusted his glasses: "This is not bad. The day before yesterday, I witnessed a stinky Slytherin snatching Mrs. Norris's cat food. He was chased all the way by Norris and Filch, and finally escaped from the window. He jumped. Fortunately, it was on the second floor, otherwise he would have stayed in the campus hospital for at least a week."

"I've heard of one too." Simon couldn't help but keep turning up the corners of his mouth, "It seemed like a third-grade student was splashed with dung balls just after finishing the divination class. Ah, that smell..."

"This is too tragic!" Thor held his stomach and gloated.

James rolled his eyes: "Have the Slytherins pissed off Peeves recently? Why are they so unlucky?"

Sol shrugged: "Who knows, anyway, we just have fun and it's over."

"...It's a bit disgusting." Simon took himself in and thought about it, and couldn't help but shudder.

"What are you afraid of, brother?" Thor patted him on the shoulder, "We haven't offended Peeves."

"That seems to be true..."

"But Peeves doesn't discriminate between people." James said, "It's just that Slytherin's is particularly miserable."

Maurice silently pricked up one ear to listen to his roommates telling interesting stories about recent events, trying hard not to show off the urge to show off that he was the culprit.

It’s really hard to walk in brocade clothes at night. The ancients honestly didn’t deceive me.

It seems that the combination of the twins, Soroa and Peeves is very effective. No wonder there are fewer students on the road recently, most of them are in a hurry.

You should study when you come to school. If you can't even defeat Peeves, then what are you studying~

After the classes were over, he went to find the twins to relax. Soraya told him last night that they had made a big boy, but it was a pity that he couldn't join them together.

Morris was itching to say that he wished he could put down what he was doing and go have fun with them.

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Facing Zoroa who could transform into anything at will every day, the twins irresistibly became very interested in Animagus.

Coach, we also want to transform!

It's a pity that this is Zoroa's racial talent, something engraved in DNA. He is just a little fox, a cute and ignorant little fox.

However, there was Peeves in their team who had lived for who knows how many years. For a greater prank, Peeves contributed all the knowledge he knew.

"In other words, we can make a potion that allows people to transform at will?" Fred's eyes were full of light.

Peeves chuckled: "I've seen people succeed and people fail before."

George: "But we must have no problem!"

Fred: "That's right!"

Soraya was arranging his shiny black hair on the side, hum, stupid human!

"Hey, Fat Fox, you don't seem to be interested?" Fred hugged Soraya and said teasingly.

Zoroa kicked him twice angrily.

"Imagine what would happen if a student was walking down the corridor and the vase next to him suddenly turned into Peeves?" George said seductively.

Soraya rolled his eyes, what would happen? He was shocked. He hasn't played with such childish things for a long time.

"Not only that, what if that Peeves suddenly exploded?" Fred added.

Soraya blinked, this seemed interesting.

But aren't you going to make a transformation potion? How come it has anything to do with bombing?

Peeves flew around the classroom excitedly: "I understand, I understand! As expected of my allies, you are indeed very talented in mischief!"

Fred and George smiled at each other.

"We can..."

"We can put poop balls in a vase!"

"?"

"Shit, shit ball?"

"Is this too much fun?"

"If discovered..."

"Mom will send us howling letters."

"We might even get kicked out of school!"

"We're done!"

The twins suddenly felt a little timid.

The last dung ball incident made the divination class professor furious and vowed to expel him if the murderer was caught.

Professor McGonagall seems to agree...