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Chapter 6 of My Necromancer of the Forbidden Academy
"I brought it."
Morris nodded and took a slightly crumpled piece of parchment from his pocket.
The list contained quite a few items, including several that he couldn't understand.
For example, a telescope.
This thing has absolutely nothing to do with magic.
"Then we can set off immediately," Professor McGonagall smiled, turning to look at Harold, who stood there like a statue. "I will be away with Mr. Black for a while, and we'll be back before one o'clock in the afternoon. Thank you, Mr. Green."
Harold nodded quickly, "Of course, of course, no problem."
Having received confirmation, Professor McGonagall turned to Maurice and gracefully extended her right arm. "Please take my arm, Mr. Black. The journey ahead may be a little uncomfortable—the first Apparition is always like that. If you're nervous, you can take a few deep breaths first."
Morris did as he was told and took the professor's left arm.
Professor McGonagall drew her wand with her free right hand.
Apparition!
As the incantation was cast, the space around the two began to distort and deform.
Morris felt as if an invisible hand clenched his internal organs and then released them.
Immediately afterwards, a blurry light and shadow flashed before his eyes.
When he felt his feet touch the ground again, he found himself in a narrow alley.
"How are you feeling?" Professor McGonagall patted Maurice on the back affectionately.
Morris was stunned for a moment.
After a moment, he finally found his voice, "I feel a little nauseous..."
That's magic.
For ordinary people, being able to suddenly move from one place to another in an instant is simply a fantasy.
But magic can do that easily—even though his stomach is churning right now.
Morris couldn't help but start looking around.
He was somewhat afraid that it was all just his imagination.
This is a miracle that human technology cannot achieve.
How could someone who has witnessed a miracle allow themselves to return to that mediocre world?
If someone were to tell him right now that all of this is fake, he would probably shut up on the spot.
...
Meanwhile, in the orphanage's reception room.
Harold watched the two suddenly disappear, then plopped down on the sofa and stared blankly at the ceiling.
His thoughts were somewhat confused.
Everything that happened today was too much for him.
A magician suddenly arrives, a child about to enter magic school, magic that vanishes in an instant...
And that contract, which forbade the disclosure of the existence of magic, was now lying heavily in the inside pocket of his suit.
Damn it, what kind of world does he live in?!
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Chapter 6 Damn it, could he really be a pervert?
Professor McGonagall led Morris out of the alley.
After crossing the street, the two came to a place between a large bookstore and a record store.
For some reason, this place always gave Maurice an inexplicable sense of unease.
Professor McGonagall noticed Morris's puzzled expression and chuckled, "Doesn't it seem a little strange? Take another look."
After a moment of disorientation.
Morris suddenly noticed that the scenery had changed; between the bookstore and the record store, a dilapidated building began to appear.
A simple sign hangs at the entrance of the house: Break the Cauldron Bar.
This is magic, that's what Morris's subconscious told him.
Professor McGonagall led him into the Leaky Cauldron.
Just like the dilapidated exterior of the bar, the interior was also dark and old, with a bar counter, a few tables, and messy portraits hanging on the walls.
It doesn't feel like a bar; that was Morris's first impression of the place.
"Don't pay attention to strangers," Professor McGonagall advised Maurice like a mother.
The two did not linger, but went directly through the public area to the backyard.
Strangely, the backyard here is surrounded by walls on all four sides, with only a single trash can leaning against the wall.
"Remember this trash can, Morris. Count three bricks up, then two bricks down."
Professor McGonagall found the spot and gently tapped the stone brick.
Immediately afterwards, the stone brick that had been struck began to shake and slide to both sides, forming an archway large enough for two people to pass through.
Behind the archway is a winding alley, lined with all sorts of houses.
Some of these buildings completely defy the common sense of physics.
It has a very magical world atmosphere.
This must be the Diagon Alley that Professor McGonagall was talking about.
"Follow me," Professor McGonagall reminded Maurice, who was looking around, "We need to buy a wand first; that's the most important thing."
She led Maurice through the bustling crowd, explaining, "Hogwarts has set up a fund specifically for students like you, from which all necessities are covered."
"Of course," she added seriously, "this only applies to school supplies, excluding candy or other extra expenses."
Morris nodded, indicating that he understood.
"In fact, no one has used this fund for a long time," Professor McGonagall said casually. "In recent years, you are the only student from the orphanage, and the last time was…"
She shook her head slightly, swallowing back the words she hadn't finished saying. "Olivendine's Wand Shop is just ahead; we're almost there."
Although Morris found it a little strange, he wasn't very interested in the matter and didn't ask any further questions.
...
Ollivander is an interesting old man, at least that's what Maurice thinks.
Choosing a wand didn't take long.
After using his awkward wand to knock away a chair and the shop's only "light bulb," Maurice successfully chose the one that suited him best.
The hornbeam, the tail feathers of the Thestral, are twelve and three-quarters inches long.
Morris had expected a wizard's wand to have all sorts of special effects, or at least be inlaid with a gemstone, but unfortunately, he only got a thick, black stick.
Apart from some uneven textures, there was nothing on it.
If you give him another one, he might be able to use it as chopsticks.
After Maurice finished making his selection, Ollivander seemed even more excited than him.
"Hornet, Thestral tail feathers, a very good choice, Mr. Black," Ollivander waved his arm. "It might be a bit stiff though. My wand is also made of hornet, and wands made of this material will do their best to assist their determined owners."
"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander."
"You're welcome. Seven Galleons in total. Would you like another wand care kit?"
Morris declined.
"Really?" Ollivander looked disappointed. "Take good care of your wand, child."
Morris continued to refuse Ollivander's sales pitch.
After all, he wasn't the one who paid.
Professor McGonagall took a heavy velvet pouch from the inside of her robe and carefully counted out seven glittering Galleons, placing them on the counter.
"Welcome back next time," Ollivander said, expertly sweeping the coins into the drawer and winking at Maurice. "Hornbee wands hate being neglected. Remember to use them often, and you'll develop an extraordinary rapport."
It was nearly noon when the two left the wand shop.
Although they had already chosen the most important wand, they still had a lot of other things to buy.
"This might take longer than I thought," Professor McGonagall said. "Besides the wand, I suggest you buy the rest secondhand. That will save you a lot of money for future expenses."
"What if I buy all new ones?" Morris asked.
Professor McGonagall stopped and looked at him seriously. "The choice is yours. But in that case, the fund will only cover the cost of school supplies, and you will not have any allowance this semester."
She added, "While Hogwarts provides room and board, there will always be times when additional expenses are required."
Morris sighed.
Poverty is truly a troublesome thing.
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