Hogwarts: Starting as a Card Maker from a Failed Art Student

Chapter 394 The Savior's Late-Night Clinic! Ethan: Harry, I suggest you take Grindelwald as you

Chapter 394 The Savior's Late-Night Clinic! Ethan: Harry, I suggest you take Grindelwald as your role model.

Under the January sun, a blonde girl and mistletoe.

""

Ethan opened his mouth and touched his cheek, which still seemed to retain some feeling.

His usually quick-witted mind went completely blank, and he was unable to speak.

All I know is that he will probably never forget this scene for the rest of his life.

Truly, inspiration is deeply etched in memory.

"Come on~!"

The girl waved and called out from ahead.

Someone nearby jokingly remarked, "Hurry up, don't keep your girlfriend waiting!"

"We are not one"

Ethan tried to explain, but when he met their knowing, mocking looks, he shut his mouth again.

Without saying a word, he walked quickly forward.

Luna is like a younger sister to me, whom I consider my own daughter, and like Mr. Lovegood, she is one of my closest relatives...

But it doesn't feel bad.

Ethan touched his cheek again, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

The steps forward became lighter.

—Of course, we didn't forget to take the gold cup.

"When we get back, we can use this cup to make tea for Mr. Lovegood; it will definitely taste even better then."

"That's a fantastic idea! My dad will definitely love it..."

""

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, a Muggle man, cigarette dangling from his lips, shook his head with a knowing look: "Ah, youth... Back in the day, I was just as handsome and dashing, with a beauty in my arms—wait, where did those two go all of a sudden??"

The Muggle man suddenly widened his eyes, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

Staring in astonishment at the empty street.

I saw a ghost...?

next second.

A finger politely tapped his shoulder from behind.

When he saw the newcomer, the look of surprise on his face vanished instantly, replaced by fascination. "Oh! What a beautiful lady—are you spending Christmas alone? May I ask your name?"

"Forgetting everything leads to emptiness."

Connie Rozier held up her wand and smiled in a formulaic manner.

Muggle: "Completely forgetting everything, huh? How exotic—wait, how did I get here?"

A flash of white light.

He blinked, staring blankly at the empty surroundings.

I don't know why.

Suddenly, I felt a deep sense of loneliness and emptiness.

Connie turned her gaze away from the dejected Muggle and looked toward the spot where Ethan had disappeared.

A blush crept onto her usually businesslike face. She clutched her chest and murmured, "Go home in peace, Lord Ethan... I will take care of everything for you in secret."

"As your most loyal subordinate!"

With a snap.

This Auror, who used "loyalty" as a pretext to stalk others, disappeared into the shadows.

Everyone is busy at Christmas, including Harry Potter, the former savior of the wizarding world.

At the Black family's ancestral home, Mrs. Weasley prepared a large, delicious meal to celebrate this joyous reunion.

"You saved my husband's life, Harry." Molly looked at Harry with tears in her eyes, raising her glass.

Harry argued, "It was Ethan who healed him—" Oh no, child. I mean, we are certainly just as grateful to Ethan. But without your timely warning... Merlin! I can't even imagine what would have happened!"

Molly stood up and gave Harry a big hug.

She gently patted his back and murmured, "Thank you, child, thank you..."

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Harry didn't respond, feeling the warm and thick heat, and his throat felt sticky, like a piece of gummy candy stuck in it.

...He hasn't told anyone that he didn't "see" Mr. Weasley being attacked.

Rather, "he" is the creature that attacked Mr. Weasley!

Harry still remembers the murderous urge that overwhelmed him at that time.

Bite him to pieces, kill him, pierce his throat with your sharp teeth...

The thought of that scalding blood, the feeling of it flowing onto his tongue, made Harry want to vomit.

What exactly happened...? Why was he seeing those hallucinations?

What kind of monster did he become?

However, the atmosphere was peaceful and joyful, and Harry was unwilling to be the one to cause trouble.

Didn't you see Sirius Black? He was so happy he turned into a big black dog and kept running around everywhere.

Harry had no choice but to swallow his words and join the others in downing one butterbeer after another.

I was thinking of having a proper talk with my godfather after tonight.

One glass of butterbeer after another went down my throat.

One cup after another...

a cup...

The world is spinning.

Oh no, he seems to have drunk a bit too much...

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"What do you want to tell me, Harry?"

In an instant.

Harry snapped back to reality.

He found himself in the living room of his ancestral home, sprawled out on a dark green sofa.

"What am I doing...?"

'

Harry looked around in a daze and saw the iconic Black family tree on the wall not far away.

Perhaps it was due to a loss of consciousness.

Those names crawled on like earthworms, and the embroidered faces seemed to be smiling at him.

One of the beautiful women, with curly black hair, nodded to him and then turned her gaze to the person beside him.

then.

Harry turned his head and saw a man sitting on the sofa opposite him.

The other person was wearing a well-tailored suit and had a very slender figure.

He crossed one leg, casually placed his hands on his knees, and held a notebook and a quill pen.

His attitude was carefree and relaxed, exuding an aura of authority.

The shadow happened to obscure his face, and Harry couldn't see it clearly.

I don't know why.

Harry had a strange feeling that this person was Sirius Black.

Perhaps it's because this is Sirius's house.

"What do you want to tell me, Harry?"

The person on the other end repeated it again, tapping their knee with their fingers as if urging them on.

Strange, when did Sirius become so assertive?

Harry was half-asleep when the words slipped out: "I...I'm wondering if I've changed..."

'

"Oh, of course you've changed," the other person said casually. "You've grown almost forty centimeters taller since the start of first grade."

"That's not what I meant!" Harry exclaimed suddenly.

He was genuinely troubled, but the person opposite him seemed to be joking.

Harry even began to harbor resentment towards his godfather.

"I mean... have I gone bad?"

Harry stammered, head down, as he recounted the vision he had seen to the person opposite him.

As they were talking.

The person opposite was writing incessantly with a quill pen.

Making Harry develop a seed felt like seeing a psychiatrist; it was incredibly professional.

"I think I attacked Mr. Weasley... I'm afraid I'll become like Voldemort!"

Upon hearing this, the person opposite stopped writing with their quill pen.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Let's broaden our horizons and aim for Grindelwald."

Harry:

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""

Couldn't he have chosen a more respectable target?

Just as Harry felt that this person was becoming more and more familiar to him.

Sirius Black spoke with a firm tone, his voice deep and resolute: "You haven't gone bad, Harry."

"You're just being influenced by Voldemort's lingering spirit. Ravenclaw believes in action rather than theory."

"I will provide you with targeted one-on-one tutoring next semester."

"My dearest savior, Mr. Harry Potter..."

Harry was taken aback.

As if waking from a deep dream, the surrounding furnishings melted away like paint, and he himself continued to descend.

He gazed at the face slowly emerging from the shadows and blurted out:

—Professor Ann Norn!!!

Whoosh!

Harry was suddenly plunged into darkness!

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