bookbashuk Chapter 433 Time Travel Again! Ethan: Hmm~ This little cockatoo looks familiar...
Chapter 433 Time Travel Again! Ethan: Hmm~ This little cockatoo looks familiar...
Chapter 433 Time Travel Again! Ethan: Hmm~ This little cockatoo looks familiar (Two-part)
The belongings of Rowena Ravenclaw?
Ethan immediately pictured the crown hidden in the Room of Requirement.
It is a legendary treasure that can grant the wearer supreme wisdom.
It was also one of Voldemort's chosen Horcruxes.
In the original story, it was ultimately destroyed by the Fiend Curse.
After recalling the events, Ethan nodded thoughtfully: "Destroying your mother's belongings? That could be considered very filial."
Helena:
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How come this guy is even less human than a ghost?
She took a deep breath and floated to the side.
Her brows furrowed, her eyes unfocused as she stared into the void, as if contemplating a painful past, her pearly white face filled with sorrow.
He slowly began to speak: "Because of my momentary greed, in my desire to possess the crown, I ultimately lost my life in the dense forest, leaving my seriously ill mother to pass away with regret."
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"And because of my naiveté and foolishness, I was seduced by the sweet words of wicked people... Once again, my crown is disgraced and tainted by a vile curse!"
Helena's face flushed with rage, her long hair and skirt billowing as her voice, hoarse and whistling, echoed down the corridor.
Ethan remained unmoved, his eyes and tone still calm: "So, you think I can resist the temptation of the curse and help you destroy the crown?"
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"...Yes, Mr. Vincent."
Helena turned slightly, her eyes looking down at Ethan, revealing a hint of emotion.
"Because I see possibility in you, Mr. Vincent..."
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Ethan chuckled, scratching his head sheepishly. "Is it a possibility of light?"
Helena: "No, it's the possibility of evil."
She said earnestly, "You are more evil and darker than the curse that taints the crown."
Ethan:
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No, not at all.
I originally thought the other party valued my noble character, but it turns out the reason was "big fish eat little fish," and my curse was even stronger, wasn't it?!
No wonder I keep getting scammed; I'm really not smart.
Tsk tsk~
For some reason, seeing the boy's sidelong glance at her, Helena couldn't help but clench her fists.
It's hard.
The fist hardened.
"I overheard your conversation, and I know what you're looking for."
Helena suddenly spoke, looking down at Ethan.
"You are searching for the ultimate secret hidden within this Hogwarts Castle, and perhaps I can offer you guidance."
Upon hearing this...
Ethan looked up, a glimmer of light gradually appearing in his deep cobalt blue eyes. He murmured, "Yes... if you're asking about the past, no one knows more than the ghost!"
In the current Hogwarts.
The secrets of the school's founding a thousand years ago.
Perhaps only Ravenclaw's daughter, one of the four giants, would know anything about it!
"But—" Ethan's thoughts returned, "you don't know the exact location either, do you?"
Otherwise, in the original story, she wouldn't have kept it a secret until the very end, allowing Hogwarts to be destroyed.
"...Yes." Helena's expression shifted slightly, but she still insisted, "However, I think it's better than you having no clues at all."
Ethan lowered his head, his mind filled with a multitude of thoughts.
After a long pause, he slowly spoke, "...That's a Ravenclaw treasure, your mother's keepsake. Destroying it like this seems like such a waste."
"I think it's possible to remove only the curse from it."
"No, it's impossible."
Helena shook her head, a hint of grief and indignation in her expression: "That incredibly evil curse has already seeped into the crown."
"Just like an ink droplet merging into clear water, there is no possibility of separation."
"I know you purified Hufflepuff's golden cup, but that's because it possesses a powerful life force that prevents it from being destroyed."
"But this crown is beyond repair... If you have that idea, you should give it up as soon as possible."
Helena gazed at the boy in front of her, who was deep in thought, and a hint of admiration and envy appeared in her eyes.
If only I had possessed such a pure and inquisitive heart back then, none of these tragedies would have happened.
however.
She was too weak to move forward any further.
If only she could truly atone for her sins to her mother in person...
No, stop daydreaming.
Helena shook her head, banishing the absurd thought from her mind. Her figure floated away, leaving behind her last words: "If you are willing to help me, then go to the House of Requirement. I will guide you... and then I will exchange the secrets of this castle for it."
Helena vanished into thin air like a wisp of pale blue mist.
His feigned calm tone carried a hint of sadness.
"Is there really no other way but to completely destroy it...?"
Ethan pondered for a moment, then casually summoned the Anywhere Door and entered the Ravenclaw common room.
Not looking where he was going, he bumped right into Luna who was walking towards him.
"Hmm."
Luna buried her head in Ethan's chest, not getting up, but sniffing around in that position.
Then she tilted her head up and said, "You have the scent of the past on you."
Ethan rubbed Luna's red forehead: "That's because I just saw Miss Ghost—hmm?"
He suddenly stopped moving.
A sudden inspiration struck him, and his diamond-blue eyes gradually lit up!
"The past, the past...! Yeah! If we can't change things in the present, why not go back to the past and change them?"
He could have gone back to when the crown was uncontaminated and intervened.
Thus, the dilemma of "must be destroyed" can be changed!
As for how to go back to the past, Ethan also has that method.
That is to use the "Time Travel Key" that once took him to the Fairy War!
Silver key!
"That's amazing, Luna!" Ethan grabbed Luna's shoulders and shouted excitedly, "You're a genius!!"
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Luna tilted her head, a look of confusion on her fair face.
Then, as if it were a habit, he raised his hand and patted Ethan's head, smiling gently, "I'm glad I could help you."
At this time.
"Cough cough."
Michael cleared his throat, glanced at the students watching, and said with an awkward smile, "Dear Principal, please be mindful of your image in public."
First, don't suddenly start showing off your lovey-dovey moments without warning!
For these single guys, this is the ultimate torture!!
How could this be repaired?!
The men who are quite good-looking, but unfortunately assigned to Ravenclaw, and whose limelight is stolen by Ethan.
Today, I am also filled with admiration, envy, jealousy and hatred.
Two weeks later.
Somewhere in Hogwarts.
Clutching their textbooks, the freshmen gazed at the corridor ahead, adorned with portraits, swallowed hard, and encouraged each other, "Come on! Once we get past this, we'll reach the Transformation Classroom!"
"Three, two, — Charge!"
They immediately took off running as they passed through the corridor!
"Rip!"
Suddenly, arms tore through the canvas from the walls on both sides and began to claw at them frantically!
If you're not careful, you'll be caught in the painting and embark on a journey that ends at the school clinic!
"Rip, rip!"
"Aaaaaah!!!"
The same scene is playing out all over the school.
The main gate is locked; you have to climb in through the window for the "Black Magic Body Tempering Class."
Fighting a dragon, they finally managed to get halfway through, but the dragon flapped its wings and flew away [Poor student protection class];
There's also the "Human Transmutation" class, where if you don't prepare the potion within the allotted time, you'll be snatched away by a giant spider on the ceiling.
Even some of the normal floors at Hogwarts have been replaced with the Weasley twins' "corner of swamp".
Hermione's explanation for this is: "Somewhere in the Amazon rainforest, explorers will be surprised to find a marble floor in the ground."
It can be said that the students' painful cries could be heard day and night.
In his letter, he expressed a desire to know if Hogwarts had been converted into a mass grave! He wanted to send his father there!
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Professor Snape slammed the complaint letter down, spoke in a low voice, and glared angrily at Dumbledore.
"Hehehe~"
Dumbledore, who had already honorably abdicated, remained completely unmoved.
While tossing a pile of cockroaches into his mouth under Snape's disgusted gaze, he chuckled and said, "But I have to admit, under Ethan's innovative teaching methods, the students' abilities have improved remarkably."
In the past, for first-graders, being able to make a feather move in the first class was considered a great success.
Now?
If you don't fly, you'll be the next one to fly.
"Yes." Snape's lips twitched. "In life-or-death situations, people can always unleash their potential."
Dumbledore chuckled and remained silent.
Nonsense, after decades of work and two wars with the Dark Lord.
He can finally get some rest.
Dumbledore had thought that he wouldn't be able to truly relax until death came.
"Now, I can make up for the time I've missed with you... my sister, Ariana."
Dumbledore gazed at the painting of the girl on the wall, raised a hot cocoa to his lips, and the rising steam fogged up his glasses.
His slightly reddened eyes were obscured.
...Grindelwald, this is a happiness that no power or authority can bring in the next second.
"Bang!"
The door was suddenly kicked open with great force!
Ethan burst in like a raging train, his eyes gleaming, and shouted, "Old Deng! I have to leave for a while, so the school is in your hands during this time!"
Dumbledore:
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He paused for a moment.
Silently put down the cup and wiped the cocoa spilled on her face and body.
Then she looked up, her smile stiff, and said, "Huh?"
Ethan: "No time to explain. I need to go back in time. Helena asked me to fix her mother's crown."
At this time.
A graceful figure drifted in from behind.
Miss Helena, usually reserved and avoiding people, was now filled with shock and anger, and roared, "You insulted me?!"
Ethan: "? I didn't, I just said I wanted to fix your mom."
"cough."
Dumbledore coughed lightly, interrupting Ethan's attempt to add fuel to the fire.
Helena took a deep breath, glanced somewhat timidly at the others present, and looked intently at Ethan.
God knows what happened when this guy suddenly ran over and said he could go back in time and try to change the ending of the crown.
She was utterly astonished and shocked.
...Shouldn't an ordinary person give up after hearing that the crown cannot be repaired?
Why try the impossible, even using such an absurd and crazy method as "going back to the past"?
She looked at the boy, gazing into his deep blue eyes.
I don't know why.
Suddenly, I thought of my mother.
A strict, stubborn mother who always focuses her attention on unsolved mysteries.
"Trust me, Miss Helena."
Ethan said in a deep voice.
His eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the woman who had become a ghost.
"...If you defile the crown again, you will never learn the secrets of Hogwarts from me."
finally.
Leaving those words behind, Helena vanished into thin air.
"Pollution? How could I, a person of light and justice, pollute the crown? What a silly girl."
Ethan shook his head and sighed.
During this time, he also searched Hogwarts thoroughly, both inside and out, together with Dumbledore and other professors.
However, they found no unknown secret passages or directions.
Even in the earliest books, there is no mention of the Hogwarts core.
Right now, there are indeed no other clues besides Miss Ghost.
"Perfect, being able to purify a soul artifact and obtain another treasure is a good thing for me."
"The other half of the Grim Reaper's remains are still. That strange hunchbacked girl looks no different from a normal student... well, even better than the average freshman."
"Let's take advantage of this break to settle the Horcrux matter."
Ethan thought to himself.
Turning to Dumbledore, who seemed hesitant to speak, he pulled a mirror from his pocket: "Here, old Dumbledore. This is a two-way mirror. Use it to contact me if you encounter any problems."
,..good."
Dumbledore took the two-way mirror.
She pursed her lips, about to ask something else, when she saw Ethan had already decisively and efficiently used the magical Time Key to teleport away.
"Traveling back in time... hopefully, it won't be decades ago, during the first great battle against the Dark Lord."
Grindelwald, the Blood Pact, the Blood Curse Orcs, and his nephew, whom he ultimately couldn't save, and another deceased relative.
It's impossible for a person to have their dark past exposed all the time, right?
Dumbledore gripped the mirror tightly in his hand, a strong sense of foreboding rising within him.
With so much history, it's unlikely that Ethan would happen to travel to that particular point in time by sheer coincidence...
Dumbledore turned his head away with a worried expression.
At a glance, he met Snape's mocking smile.
He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Well, I wish you a peaceful old age, Professor Dumbledore."
After saying that, Snape raised his chin and walked out of the office with a leisurely air.
cool.
"Whoosh!"
A flash of white light appeared, and countless dense bubbles pushed against the body.
An invisible pressure descended from above, and the bubbles seemed to transform into countless eyes, looking down at Ethan.
However, this time, the sense of oppression was not as strong as before.
Ethan even had the leisure to look up and scrutinize the countless pairs of eyes.
It's as if they've become beings of the same or similar rank as them.
It may be a moment, or it may be a long time.
Under Ethan's gaze, the foamy eyes finally closed slowly.
A feeling of falling washed over me, and a blinding white light stung me so much I couldn't look directly at it!
next second.
"Thump."
With a soft thud, Ethan stepped onto the hard ground.
Suddenly.
The surroundings seemed to have suddenly become quiet, a stark contrast to the previous hustle and bustle.
Ethan blinked, adjusting to the dim light.
What came into view were the wands pointing at him, and the dark and damp curved stone walls all around.
The space was large, but it felt like being underground.
Ethan stretched his limbs, took a deep breath, and said in a nostalgic tone, "Ah—this is a cemetery, isn't it? It feels like coming home."
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The air seemed to grow even more stagnant.
Just then.
A deep, elegant voice, carrying the arrogance and composure of someone in a superior position, sounded from beside me: "May I ask who you are?"
Ethan tilted his head and met a pair of eyes, one black and one white.
The moment their eyes met, Ethan had a sense that fate was slowly unfolding in this person's eyes.
A born prophet.
Ethan slightly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the other person's white hair and beard before falling to the side, steadily raising his wand towards his beautiful woman.
Slowly, a smile appeared on his face.
Ah~ so that's when I was teleported to this point in time.
[Arrived at Père Lachaise Cemetery! Current time: 1927]
The first generation, the time when the Dark Lord rose to power.
He happened to be at the site of a speech at the famous "Gas Stove" Cemetery.
Ethan did not respond immediately.
Instead, he turned around and faced the astonished wizards on the stone steps.
A clear voice broke the silence: "Good evening, everyone."
He bowed and bent his arms, performing a graceful and standard salute.
When I looked up again, my face was covered by a strange, pure white mask.
Please allow me to introduce myself.
"My name is Mr. Lamp. I am not particularly talented, but coincidentally..."
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Behind the mask, Ethan's smile widened.
He spoke in a cheerful, clear voice, enunciating each word clearly: "Also a 'prophet'."
—Knowing the plot's direction, no one understands prophecy better than me.
At the very moment the last word was uttered.
The white-haired man, later known as the "Little Sunflower Parrot"—no, he was Gellert Grindelwald, known as the "First Dark Lord."
His previously composed and strategic expression suddenly twisted!
A hint of undisguised astonishment flashed in his heterochromatic eyes!
Another prophet?
How is that possible!
...and absolutely, such a "possibility" cannot exist.
Grindelwald glanced quickly at his men.
next second.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A sharp shout rang out!
A terrifying, eerie green spell suddenly shot out from the wand of the beautiful woman beside her, the French Black Rose, "Vinda Rozier"!
Heading straight for Ethan!
"Ya-le ya-le".
Ethan stared at the rapidly enlarging Killing Curse and calmly raised his hand.
Between his fingers, one, two, three... cards shrouded in malevolent energy appeared.
"A fantasy beasts theme, right?"
"Come out, my little darlings."
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