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They're coming in!
Fred and George's faces tightened instantly.
Getting caught by Dumbledore while out at night? That's no joke.
Maurice knew he had to do something.
"Relax."
He grabbed the twins' arms and whispered, "You'd better close your eyes, it might get a little crowded."
Before Fred and George could react...
"Invisibility Technique!"
The three were enveloped by a black curtain, which instantly twisted and disappeared from the spot.
Fred and George felt as if they had been crammed into a narrow, crowded box.
They looked around, but could see nothing; all they could see was darkness.
"Where is this?" Fred and George asked simultaneously, feeling a little breathless.
"Don't speak," Maurice's voice rang out in the darkness. "You'll be discovered."
Hearing the familiar voice, the two felt a little relieved.
Yes, Morris's Shadow Magic can bring others into the shadows. However, those brought in must maintain physical contact with him; if he lets go, the twins will be immediately pushed out of the shadows.
In addition, he was able to "see outside" even in the shadows.
In his perception, the outside world was being reconstructed in his mind in a completely different way—it wasn't vision.
He could sense the floor, the walls, the three-headed dog, and the outline of the person who pushed the door open.
He was a tall man with a long beard and walked very slowly.
He couldn't directly "see" the other person's face; at most, he could only tell that the other person had two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.
But based on the information on the map that George had earlier, this person was undoubtedly Dumbledore.
Dumbledore wandered around the room for a while, seemingly checking on Cerberus's condition.
About two minutes later, he turned to the door and left slowly, just as he had come.
Morris secretly rejoiced.
It seems that even Dumbledore cannot break his Shadowcraft.
This is very good news.
Three minutes later, Morris canceled the Shadow Spell.
The three figures reappeared in the room.
George glanced at the map in his hand, then led the two out of the room and into an abandoned classroom next door.
"call--"
The twins both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are we safe?" Maurice asked.
"It's safe," Fred nodded. "No one will come to check this classroom."
Morris's gaze fell on George's hand, and he asked the question that concerned him most at that moment, "By the way, what is that map? Why can I see other people's names on it?"
George glanced at Fred, and after receiving confirmation from the latter, explained, "This is called the Marauder's Map. As for its function, I think you've already seen it."
"You made these yourselves?" Maurice asked with a curious look.
"It's a secret," George said.
"All right."
Morris was somewhat disappointed.
But he won't press for answers.
However, since the other party has said so, the origin of this map is probably questionable.
"So," Fred leaned against his dusty desk and looked at Maurice, "what kind of magic did you just use…?"
If it weren't for the Shadow Concealment Technique, they would probably have been discovered.
Morris smiled slightly.
"It's a secret."
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Chapter 51 Materials in Hand
The night tour was a great success.
Morris successfully scouted the location, and the twins satisfied their curiosity by learning the secret of the fourth floor.
In addition, the twins formally invited Maurice to join their nighttime stroll group.
But Maurice refused; he preferred to act alone.
Moreover, he would go out at night not for fun, but for the knowledge in the forbidden book area.
The twins clearly showed little interest in the restricted book section.
They preferred to tease the doorman named Filch.
Soon, it was October 31st, Halloween Eve.
Today is the day of the official operation.
Hogwarts will host a rather lavish dinner on this day.
When Morris arrived at the chapel at dinner time, it had been completely decorated for the holiday.
The table was piled high with golden-brown pumpkin pies, along with heaps of candy puddings, and the air was filled with the aroma of cinnamon, caramel, and roasted meat.
The ghosts were also unusually active, floating around in the sky.
Maurice sat down at the Ravenclaw table and began to enjoy the sweet crème brûlée.
To be honest, he had always thought that wizards didn't celebrate Halloween.
After all, in this magical world, things like skeletons and ghosts are real and everyday occurrences.
The festivals that Muggles use to scare themselves seem rather unoriginal to wizards.
Or is it simply an excuse to eat and drink to one's heart's content?
But regardless, Morris was satisfied.
The crème brûlée in front of him was incredibly sweet, but it suited his taste perfectly.
After eating some cookies and pudding, Maurice looked toward the Gryffindor table, where the Weasley twins, who had been there three minutes earlier, were nowhere to be seen.
Meanwhile, Snape was sitting on the professor's table, slowly eating a steak.
very good.
It's time to go.
Morris put the last bite of pudding into his mouth, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then stood up naturally, walking towards the side door of the auditorium.
The students were so busy stuffing food into their mouths that they didn't pay any attention to him.
When he reached the corridor, just in case, he cast a Disillusionment Spell on himself to prevent anyone passing by from recognizing him.
On the stairs leading to the basement, a foul odor inexplicably hit us.
If I had to describe it, it would be like a damp, smelly sock that hasn't been washed in ages.
"Who threw this dung ball here?"
Morris muttered to himself.
Which despicable person did this?
He almost vomited up the dessert he had just eaten.
Fortunately, the stench finally dissipated just as we were about to reach the potions classroom.
At the classroom door, Maurice canceled his illusion spell, and at the same time, two red-haired figures appeared beside him.
"You've kept us waiting for a long time," Fred said, his tone tinged with displeasure.
"I'm sorry," Morris said, "the crème brûlée is tempting me, and I can't resist it."
"That's a really lame reason," George said, somewhat speechless.
That's enough of the jokes.
After the three of them assembled, they quickly entered the classroom and headed straight for Snape's office.
Snape's office was just as Maurice had imagined: rigid and cold.
There was a desk, a few chairs, and several bookshelves that reached the ceiling, filled with books and various bottles and jars.
There was a pile of students' homework that had not yet been graded on the table.
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