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"You have a very rich imagination." Morris leaned back in his chair and said with a hint of helplessness, "This is a skeletal model of a dog."
This excuse is reasonable, because these bones do indeed look very much like a model.
"You found this? Oh, never mind that!" Scott waved the five-pound note excitedly. "Look! This is the real find, I found it under the trash can."
He proudly spread the banknotes out on the table—such a large sum was not usually seen.
"Very well, but I don't recommend you go through the trash." Morris replied casually, then proceeded to hold up two bone fragments and start comparing them.
"I didn't rummage through the trash!" Scott scoffed. "Never mind… are you going to finish assembling this model?"
"Hmm." Morris focused all his attention on the activity in his hands.
"I'll help!" Scott said enthusiastically, rolling up his sleeves.
Before Morris could respond, he had already picked up a few bone fragments and started trying to solve them like a jigsaw puzzle.
Oh well, let it be.
Morris sighed.
It's normal for kids to be playful.
...
About two and a half hours later.
Morris rubbed his sore eyes and stretched. "It should be about time."
The bone fragments on the table had been pieced together to form a relatively complete whole.
"Yes, it's perfect."
Although there were still many unused bone parts scattered on the table, Maurice nodded in satisfaction.
"Hey, I thought this was supposed to be a dog model." Scott tilted his head, looking at the skeleton on the table with a puzzled expression. "Dogs are supposed to walk on their stomachs, right? Why is this thing standing? And… why are its two arms of different lengths? Wait, why is its tail in front?"
Don't worry about the details.
Morris sighed and used his hands to overturn the entire skeleton.
Indeed, trying to assemble the skeleton of a completely unfamiliar magical creature without blueprints is quite a tall order.
Scott looked at the model, now a pile of broken bones, and clicked his tongue regretfully. "It was so hard to put it back together."
"It doesn't matter."
Morris replied and started fiddling with it again.
"You can play, I'm going to sleep." Scott yawned widely, stretched, and stood up from the table. "I have to get up early tomorrow."
He kicked off his shoes and lazily climbed back into his bed.
...
The next day, Morris attempted to use an undead creature transformation magic circle to directly transform the pile of broken bones.
Unfortunately, he failed.
Those bones showed absolutely no sign of coming back to life.
...
Chapter 16 Wailing Curse
September 1st, early morning.
Today is the first day of school at Hogwarts.
Morris had packed his luggage early and was now standing quietly in front of the door waiting.
He didn't have much stuff, just a suitcase and the ghost cat he was holding in his arms.
"Silly cat, you seem a little cold again." Morris gently stroked the can's head.
The can stretched lazily in his arms and nuzzled its head against his chest.
In the morning light, Maurice's shadow flickered.
It's fireworks.
It seems to be displeased again with Morris's affectionate behavior towards the can.
Morris could only manage a helpless smirk.
At that moment, a car came to a smooth stop in front of him.
"Good morning, Morris," Harold said cheerfully, taking off his sunglasses. "How are you feeling?"
"Thank you for your help, Harold." Morris nodded politely.
Harold waved his hand, jumped out of the car nimbly, and helped him lift the suitcase and put it in the trunk. "Get in quickly, it'll take some time to get to King's Cross Station from here."
Morris sat in the back seat with the can in his arms and noticed a small paper bag next to him.
He opened the bag and found some irregularly shaped cookies inside, some of which were broken into several pieces.
"Oh, that's my daughter's craft class assignment." Harold started the car, a smile playing on his lips. "You can try it, it's edible."
Thanks.
Morris picked up a relatively intact cookie and tasted it. It was very sweet and had a faint buttery aroma.
At least the recipe wasn't wrong, he thought.
The car drove smoothly on the increasingly busy road, and as usual, Morris closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.
This has almost become his daily routine.
It must be said that meditation can indeed calm one's mind.
With each breath, the noise of the outside world gradually faded away, and he seemed to enter a tranquil world where only magic flowed.
For Maurice, this feeling was extremely addictive.
Harold saw this through the rearview mirror and assumed Maurice was asleep, so he quietly turned down the volume of the car's music.
When Maurice opened his eyes again, the car had already entered central London.
"How much longer until we get there?" Morris asked, looking out the window at the increasingly dense traffic.
Harold estimated and replied, "About half an hour... Are you awake yet?"
No, I wasn't sleeping.
"Where were you just now?"
"I am practicing spiritual cultivation."
Upon receiving this reply, Harold was immediately puzzled. "Practicing magic?"
Morris nodded slightly and continued to gaze at the fleeting street scenes outside the window.
I don't know what kind of place Hogwarts is.
He was getting more and more excited.
"Can I visit your school?" Harold suddenly asked.
"I don't know, but I can ask the professor for you," Morris glanced at Harold in the rearview mirror, "but I think it's unlikely."
Harold nodded understandingly. "That's true, magic schools are definitely different from regular schools."
His tone was slightly disappointed.
With half an hour to spare, Morris focused his attention on the mage's book in his mind.
In the past few days, it has unlocked new content.
"Wailing Curse" is a new curse magic.
This magic can create various noises, similar to wailing, in the target's mind to disrupt their mental state.
Having learned from his first experience, Morris didn't spend too much effort learning this basic curse, and the process of building the spell model went relatively smoothly.
This may be one of the benefits of meditation.
Now, when he uses the "Curse of Weakness," the success rate is close to 100%.
The success rate of the new spell "Wailing Curse" is also over 50%.
"Wailing Curse!"
A wisp of almost imperceptible black energy seeped from his right palm and instantly entered him.
He had previously only tested the curse on animals such as birds and cats.
This was the first time he had used it on a human.
Almost instantly, a sharp scream exploded in his mind!
It was as if countless vengeful ghosts were screaming, crying, and wailing at the same time.
These sounds echoed continuously within his skull, becoming unbearable.
Morris instinctively covered his ears, but found that the sound did not diminish at all—the noise produced by the curse directly affected the mind, and physical isolation was completely useless.
He gritted his teeth, trying to stay conscious.
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