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One spoonful, two spoonfuls, three spoonfuls, four spoonfuls...
He's been very busy lately, exploring the gap world, researching the effects of gap energy crystals, studying potions, and attending classes. He simply hasn't had time to cultivate any other hobbies.
And this prevented his brain from getting a break.
The most important thing right now is to replenish your sugar levels.
Thinking this, Morris squeezed a large amount of maple syrup onto the pancake in front of him.
"Enough, enough, Morris, the maple syrup here is unbearably sweet... oh no, you ruined that pancake..."
A voice came from behind him.
Morris turned his head and saw that it was the Weasley twins.
Speaking of which, he's recently been able to roughly determine which twin it is.
However, it wasn't through appearance, but through speaking habits.
Generally speaking, Fred is the one who strikes up a conversation with him first, while George is the one who chimes in.
"You all look nervous," Morris mumbled, cutting off a large piece of syrup-soaked pancake and stuffing it into his mouth.
He noticed that the twins had a tense expression.
"Of course," Fred said matter-of-factly. "The Quidditch match starts at eleven, and George and I just stayed up all night yesterday."
"To be honest, I'm a bit sleep-deprived," George yawned.
"Can't sleep? I have some sleeping pills, do you need them?" Maurice pulled a bottle of potion from his pocket. "Potion of Life and Death, freshly brewed."
This is the standard version without the cremated remains.
"Wow!" Fred exclaimed, his mouth agape in surprise. "You actually made this thing?"
He had always thought that Maurice's idea of brewing the Water of Life and Death was a joke.
After all, this kind of magic potion sounds very high-end.
Morris tilted his head. "Is there a problem?"
"No," Fred shook his head, "no need, thank you. We're going on stage in four hours."
"Go on stage?" Maurice was taken aback. "Where to?"
Fred and George looked at each other in bewilderment.
Could it be that... Maurice didn't know they were part of the Gryffindor Quidditch team?
Well, they didn't bring it up on their own initiative.
Chapter 58 Draco Malfoy
Around 10 o'clock, Morris arrived at the Quidditch field.
Although he wasn't particularly interested in the sport, he couldn't disappoint his friends since the twins wanted him to come and watch the game.
Morris was among the first group of spectators to arrive at the venue.
We arrived early, and the stands were still quite empty.
He casually found a spot to sit down in the aisle and began to play with a gap energy crystal.
You know what, after Morris handled this little bead for a few days, its surface became even smoother and shinier.
It can even be used as a marble.
More and more spectators entered the stands, creating a cacophony of noise.
Morris didn't pay much attention at first, and picked up a book about potions to read. It wasn't until he came to his senses and looked up that he realized the rows in front of him were already full.
He was sitting in the last row of the crowd, on the right, surrounded by people wearing Slytherin robes.
It seems he must have sneaked into the Slytherin audience.
But it didn't matter; he didn't mind.
At that moment, a tall, thin Slytherin boy in the front row turned around, glanced at him, and his gaze lingered for a moment on the Ravenclaw crest on his chest.
"Ravenclaw?" the man asked suspiciously, looking Maurice up and down. "What are you doing sitting here? Your people are all next door."
"Oh, it's alright. I'm just too lazy to move." Morris responded softly, refocusing his gaze on the book in his hands.
At the same time, another Slytherin student next to him spoke up.
"This is Slytherin territory. I hope you will leave."
His words were polite, but the sense of superiority and distance in his tone was very obvious.
Morris looked up and saw that the speaker was a thin little boy with light blond hair, sitting next to him.
Oh, he knew this person. Harry had mentioned him before that Slytherin had a very annoying first-year student.
His name is Ma... Ma... Ma what was it again?
Never mind, that's not important.
But since that's what they said, he didn't want to stay there and annoy people, so he immediately closed the book and prepared to leave.
However, perhaps because of his slow movements, a hint of impatience flashed across the blond boy's face.
He suddenly reached out and snatched the book from Maurice's hand, acting with utter rudeness.
"This isn't a place to read." The boy drawled, glancing disdainfully at the book in his hands, then paused, startled.
"The principles behind high-level potions?"
He deliberately read the title aloud, teasingly asking, "You really understand this book? What are you pretending for?"
Several Slytherins around him laughed, especially the two chubby boys next to Malfoy.
First-grade students watching "The Principles of Advanced Potions" at a Quidditch pitch?
If this isn't just to attract attention, could it actually be that they're researching potions?
Morrison was somewhat helpless at the moment.
He had already remembered the name of the person in front of him.
Draco Malfoy.
The most annoying Slytherin student in Harry's eyes, Ron called him "a spoiled brat."
From this perspective, the assessment is quite fair.
What a waste of time.
Morris stood up and shook his head: "Naive."
Upon hearing this, Draco's expression of contempt deepened.
"Aha! Listen to this!" He glanced at the person beside him and let out a mocking laugh. "Look at this Ravenclaw guy, he says I'm naive? Has he gone stupid from reading too much?"
Crabbe and Gore immediately joined in the laughter.
Eating melons is a basic instinct for most people.
The commotion attracted the attention of those around, and many Slytherin students turned around to watch the "show" unfold with great interest.
Morris shrugged.
He really didn't want to pay attention to such baseless and illogical mockery.
Arguing with a fool is pointless.
Maurice understood this principle long ago.
Therefore, he did not respond to any of Draco Malfoy's provocations, and did not even bother to look at the other man again.
He walked down the aisle, drew his wand, and waved it at his book. "Fly!"
An invisible force immediately acted on the book "Principles of Advanced Potions".
Draco felt the book slip from his hand and fly towards Maurice with a whoosh.
He instinctively tried to grab on, but lost his balance due to the sudden force.
"careful!"
With Crabbe and Goyle exclaiming, Draco lunged toward Maurice, stumbling and falling awkwardly at Maurice's feet.
The book, however, flew steadily back into Maurice's hands.
He didn't even look, casually tucked the bag under his arm, and left the scene with a normal expression.
Draco, clutching his forehead where he had almost hit it, propped himself up and could only see Maurice's departing figure.
The surrounding students fell silent for a moment, then, as if by prior agreement, they all shifted their attention and went about their own business, tacitly ignoring Draco.
Draco got up and returned to his seat, his face flushed red, too angry to speak.
Crabbe and Gore, standing to the side, shrank back, not daring to say a word.
They could sense that Draco's emotions were very unstable.
Two minutes later, Draco finally calmed down.
With a grim face, he said to the two people beside him, "After the competition, you two will follow me."
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