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Chapter 14 of My Necromancer of the Forbidden Academy
However, not now. Places like Flip-Over Alley require thorough preparation before venturing in.
"...21 Flip Lane, basement, for Ezra Frick."
He folded the letter, tucked it into the envelope, wrote the address on the front, and then temporarily put it in a drawer.
It's raining outside now, not a good time to deliver a message.
"By the way... you're sure you can deliver the message without any problems?" Maurice asked, looking down at his shadow at his feet.
The upper half of the firework quietly emerged from the shadows and nodded affirmatively.
"Thank you for your help."
The fireworks displayed a proud expression before disappearing back into the shadows.
Owls in the magical world seem to possess some kind of magic; they don't need to be trained to find their way around and are born with a supernatural ability to locate people.
Even after becoming an undead creature, this magic did not lose its power.
"Who are you talking to?" Scott looked at Morris suspiciously, not noticing the unusual movement at his feet.
"Never mind, I was just talking to myself," Morris replied calmly, walking to the window and gazing at the rain outside.
It's getting heavier and heavier.
Just then, the window was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the ghost cat can nimbly squeezed in.
It stood on the windowsill and shook itself vigorously.
Cold water droplets splashed everywhere, landing on Scott's face.
"Hey! Control your cat!" Scott wiped the water droplets from his face and glared angrily at the ghostly cat on the windowsill.
The canned food casually licked its forelegs, ignoring the foolish human.
"Don't be angry, Scott." Morris smiled. "I'll treat you to cake tomorrow."
Scott raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Where did you get the money?"
"Don't worry about that."
He had previously asked Harold for a little pocket money.
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Chapter 14 Two Systems
Mid-August.
Two weeks have passed since the creation of the Undead Owl Fireworks.
On a sunny morning, Maurice was sitting cross-legged on his bed.
Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on him. His breathing was steady, his chest rose and fell rhythmically, and he exuded a strange sense of tranquility.
"Hey, Morris," Scott's confused voice came from the lower bunk, "you've been in that position for half an hour, what are you doing?"
Morris slowly opened his eyes, his silver-gray pupils appearing exceptionally clear. "I already said, I'm meditating."
"But you just sit there without moving, don't your legs go numb?" Scott clearly didn't understand.
Honestly, it really does feel numb.
Morris was already feeling a cramp in his thigh.
Perhaps he should try a different posture next time he meditates.
Seeing that it was almost time, he rolled out of bed, but his legs went weak and he almost bumped into the table next to him.
"So what's the point of this?" Scott pressed.
Morris gently moved his numb legs, feeling the stinging sensation of blood flowing again.
"This can help you concentrate more easily," he explained. "It's very useful, you can try it. It's very simple, first clear your mind, then…"
"Never mind, never mind," Scott said, pursing his lips and interrupting Morris.
It's impossible to get a small child to sit still for half an hour.
Morris shrugged.
In fact, the "meditation" he mentioned was not just an action, but one of the spells recorded in the Book of Wizards.
Regular meditation can significantly improve his concentration and directly affect the accuracy and success rate of spellcasting.
Morris's success rate in casting the Curse of Weakness is now nearly fifty percent.
This was a great encouragement to him.
Now, he can be considered to have some fighting ability.
At least if you encounter a robber on the street, you won't be completely defenseless.
Judging from Harold's condition after being cursed, the curse is quite effective, almost completely incapacitating an adult.
"I'm going out to play." Scott pulled a small knife from under his pillow and deftly tucked it into his pants. "Want to come along?"
Morris shook his head and took out two fifty-pence coins from his pocket. "Bring me back two chocolate bars, and the rest are yours."
Scott's eyes lit up, and he nimbly caught the coin that was tossed to him. "As expected of you, Morris, you're so generous."
"Remember to buy it from the shop on the next street; I like it there."
Scott gave a no-brainer and skipped out of the room.
"He's a kid after all, so full of energy," Morris thought.
If you want to get to the next street, it will take almost an hour to walk there.
Finally, the dormitory became quiet.
Morris pulled out his suitcase from under the bed and took out his wand.
In the past few days, he has also tried the spells from the Hogwarts textbooks.
"Fluorescent flash!"
Morris waved his wand, and a soft white light appeared at the tip.
"..."
The spell was cast smoothly.
Seeing this, he touched his chin.
Although he successfully cast the spell again, he still felt that something was not quite right.
Why is this magic completely different from what he learned in the book of mages?
To cast this glowing spell, all you need to do is make precise hand gestures with your wand, concentrate, and clearly pronounce the incantation.
While there are some minor details, the most important thing is that casting this spell doesn't require constructing a spell model at all!
According to the spellbook, this should be the most crucial step in casting magic.
Perhaps the two magic systems are different?
That's all Morris could guess.
However, this is not necessarily a bad thing.
Why not use magic more easily?
If every spell truly required a spell model, that would be a real headache.
Morris opened the "Standard Spells, Beginner" book he had bought earlier in Diagon Alley and began to read it.
It contains very basic spells, such as "Yugadimurleviosa" to make objects float, and "Araho Opens" to unlock them.
It is worth noting that most of their spells are traceable.
It sounds a bit like Latin or Greek.
This is completely different from the magic described in the mage's book.
The spells in the Book of Wizards do not belong to any language that Morris knows.
That language possessed a magical quality, as if it were born to be used in magic.
Morris continued to peruse the book with great interest, discovering that it also contained detailed annotations of the correct staff-swinging trajectory and pronunciation points for each spell.
"Very convenient." He nodded slightly.
These spells should be easy to learn.
Just as Maurice was trying other spells, the can appeared outside the window without him noticing.
Where have you been lately?
Morris brought the canned food into the room and patted its head.
He hadn't seen the silly cat for several days.
Meow~
The can rubbed against Maurice's palm, snuggled into Maurice's arms, and purred contentedly.
"Looks like you're having a lot of fun."
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