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Chapter 15 of My Necromancer of the Forbidden Academy
Morris gently stroked the fur on the back of the canned animal, and the canned animal immediately squinted its eyes comfortably.
While the canned food was happy, some people were not.
Fireworks leaped out of Maurice's shadow and landed lightly on the table in front of him.
"Awoo!"
It let out a strange cry, spread its wings, and struck a threatening pose at the can.
Startled, the canned food raised its head and glared back at the fireworks without flinching, letting out a low growl as if issuing a warning.
The two undead creatures thus formed a standoff, leaving Morris somewhat amused and exasperated.
"Alright, alright, go play somewhere else."
To appease the jealous Fireworks, Maurice put down the can he was holding and continued studying the textbook in his hands.
The two little ones jumped onto Scott's bed and started playing around.
Looks like his poor roommate is going to have to wash the sheets again...
Morris apologized to Scott in his mind.
He got up to close the window, but suddenly stopped.
Suddenly, a pair of big, round eyes appeared outside the window, staring intently at him.
It was an unfamiliar owl.
The owl tilted its head slightly, and then a letter was tossed into Maurice's hand.
"This is..."
The sender's name written on the cover was none other than Ezra Frick.
Morris immediately opened the envelope.
Dear guest, the item you requested is not for sale and cannot be sold.
However, if you are interested in other items, I have a list of items for sale for your reference.
All products are guaranteed to be of high quality. Please include payment with your order and we will deliver the goods.
Sincerely, Ezra Flick
After a cursory glance, Morris was somewhat disappointed.
Based on this reply, it seems impossible to buy that skeleton for the time being.
Chapter 15 took me so long to figure out, but it turns out I had to assemble it myself.
Morris turned his attention to the sales list attached to the end of the letter.
[Swallowtail Dog Skeleton - 30 Galleons]
[Bird skeleton - 45 Galleons]
[Cat-leopard skeleton - 80 Galleons]
[Horned Beast Skeleton - 120 Galleons (Note: Horns missing)]
[Skull of a venomous leopard - 200 Galleons (Note: fangs intact)]...
At the end of the list, there is a small note: Prices are non-negotiable. Special species can be pre-ordered. A basic maintenance guide is also included.
After looking at the list, Morris was stunned for a moment.
The skeletons on the table were of various animals he didn't recognize.
There are even shops that specialize in this kind of business; no wonder they're located in Flip-Flop Alley.
Although he was not familiar with the specific laws of the magical world, this kind of transaction should be more or less problematic.
So, the skeleton he saw in the secondhand robe shop earlier must also be genuine.
Morris's desire to possess it suddenly intensified.
It looks like I'll have to talk to the boss in person.
Of course not now—not to mention he has no ability to protect himself, even if the boss were willing to sell to him, he wouldn't have enough Galleons.
Because he bought an owl and some miscellaneous items, he now only has 39 Galleons left, along with some Silver Sickles and Bronze Nats.
That amount of money is only enough to buy a swallowtail dog skeleton.
Morris sighed softly.
Indeed, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, people always have to worry about money.
So, should we buy it or not?
The skeleton of a swallowtail dog.
To be honest, he was quite interested.
It sounds like the skeleton of some kind of canine creature.
But... wouldn't it be a little unsafe?
What if he sends out the gold and the recipient doesn't give him the goods?
After all, this was a completely unfamiliar shop located in a back alley with no reputation whatsoever.
Morris has never liked to dwell on such matters.
I bought it!
He immediately picked up a pen and wrote his reply on the paper:
Mr. Frick:
Please reserve a swallowtail dog skeleton for me; I will enclose 30 Galleons with this letter.
If convenient, please include a basic description of the species.
Looking forward to your order.
After finishing the letter, he carefully counted out 30 Galleons from his purse and wrapped them in a soft cloth.
This expense nearly depleted most of his savings, but he still felt it was worth it considering he would acquire a genuine, well-preserved skeleton of a magical creature.
Morris handed the heavy envelope and package to the owl waiting at the window, and the owl immediately flapped its wings and disappeared into the sky.
In the end, curiosity prevailed over concerns.
A skeleton of a magical animal is of absolutely no use to him now.
He was simply interested in it.
That's all.
But that's enough as a reason to shop.
Forget it, no need to overthink it.
Morris closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.
...
Two nights later, the owl visited Morris's house again.
This time, Morris received a note and a large wooden box.
Thank you for your patronage. We look forward to cooperating with you again.
That's the entire contents of the letter.
As for the information he requested about the Swallowtail Dog, it was nowhere to be found.
It turned out to be unreliable.
As Maurice opened the wooden box, a bad feeling crept into his heart.
"..."
He stared into the box, lost in thought.
The box was filled with bone fragments of various sizes.
These bone fragments come in various shapes, ranging from small finger bones to larger leg bones.
Each fragment was remarkably well-preserved, gleaming with a warm luster under the light.
Morris, somewhat exasperated, dumped all the fragments onto the table; there were probably several hundred pieces.
In addition, there was a very small glass bottle labeled "adhesive".
After all that, it turns out I had to assemble it myself.
He rubbed his temples helplessly.
"Whoosh—look what I found... Wait, Morris, what are you doing?"
Just then, Scott opened the door and walked in, holding a five-pound note in his hand.
When he saw the table full of bone fragments, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Where did you get so many bones?" He leaned closer to the table and carefully poked a skull fragment with his finger. "Could this be... a human bone?"
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