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Chapter 392 The trial has come to a successful conclusion! Ethan's "power" puts the p
Chapter 392 The trial has come to a successful conclusion! Ethan's "power" puts the pink toad to shame.
This statement came out.
"Crackling and popping!"
The sound of a stenographer falling!
"This...this Minister Scrinzer is truly a man of few words, but when he speaks, he's astounding!"
One reporter stared wide-eyed, his jaw nearly dropping in astonishment!
A high-ranking investigator specially appointed by the Ministry of Magic? Able to order Aurors around at will?
This is tantamount to allowing Ethan to do whatever he wants!
They are not even bound by the laws of the magical world, because it is "pursuing dark wizards and exercising justice"!
Let alone blowing up Gringotts and Azkaban.
Even if Ethan goes back and blows up Hogwarts for fun.
No one could say "no" from a legal standpoint!
Ethan can practically roam freely in the magical world!
if only.
He is still a savior of light and justice.
"I...I've become Ethan's subordinate?"
Connie was taken aback.
Pointing to himself, his brain went blank.
Happiness came so suddenly that I was momentarily stunned.
Congratulations! You have proven with clear facts that you are indeed a kind, gentle, and life-saving white wizard!
[With sincerity, they deeply moved the Minister of Magic!]
[Light brightness increased!]
Now, if you pick up the golden cup again, you'll discover a different message!
A different message?
Ethan's eyes lit up, and he glanced sideways at Neville.
The Golden Cup is with Nawi now; we can retrieve it later.
"I felt like I saw something one day," Ethan mused, "but the subtitles were flashing too fast, and I thought I was seeing things."
"I never knew there was a hidden message!"
In this way, the relics of one of the four founders might be able to play an even greater role!
Ethan's eyes crinkled with delight as he exclaimed, "Hehehe~ This trip was definitely worth it!"
"Hiss—thinking about it this way, it seems like my power is just as great as Umbridge's in the original story?"
"No, I should say, even older than her."
After all, what if that pink toad really blew up the school?
Dumbledore slapped her so hard she flew into outer space.
Ethan stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then gave a hearty smile:
Ministry of Magic, well done!!
"The first thing I need to do is change all the courses at Hogwarts into my Defense Against the Dark Arts class—haha, just kidding."
However, we will slightly intervene in other classes.
I simply used my teaching experience to make other courses more suitable for the current physical condition of young wizards.
at the same time.
The Hogwarts students in the dock suddenly shuddered.
"W-Why do I feel like I'm being watched by something dirty?" Justin's eyes widened as he looked around anxiously.
It felt like being surrounded by a hundred Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.
A very ominous premonition arose within me.
But the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor isn't here.
This trial has nothing to do with him.
Right?
Justin: "Hey Harry, this is Ethan's moment of triumph and jubilation! Why aren't you laughing?"
Harry:
'
""
Harry, well aware of Ethan's multiple identities and considering the various possibilities that might follow, fell silent.
After a long pause, she finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm wondering, is it too late to drop out of school now?"
Justin: ?
Even if we head straight for Voldemort's stronghold now, it won't be as terrifying as Hogwarts later on!
Having received the Ministry of Magic's "support," Ethan was only one title away from becoming Headmaster Dumbledore.
The trial concluded "successfully".
People from all walks of life have had their fill of gossip, and journalists have never fought such a fruitful battle.
One by one, they filed out of the hall, completely satisfied.
As we passed by the Longbottoms, we paid our respects and offered our congratulations to the war heroes.
Everyone was happy.
Apart from Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour.
He stood rooted to the spot like a pillar, as if he had transformed into a rock, determined to stand there forever.
His unprecedentedly gloomy appearance stirred pity in even the Auror.
Why did he have to provoke Ethan?
Now that the trial is over, Ethan has become a guest of honor at the Ministry of Magic!
...But thankfully, it's alright.
At least the Ministry of Magic only suffered some losses and was not blown up like Gringotts and Azkaban.
Minister Scrinjee breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Then, he felt a pang of sadness at his own complacency.
"Fine, that should stop Ethan from targeting the Ministry of Magic."
Scrinker thought to himself.
As for the Secret Affairs Division that was compromised?
Wasn't that orchestrated by Ethan? There shouldn't be a second time.
No need to worry.
At this time.
A strong hand patted Minister Scrinje on the shoulder.
It was as if she wanted to encourage him.
Minister Scrinjee looked up and immediately saw Ethan's smiling face so close to his.
Ethan: "Yo."
Minister Scringer: "6"
'
Under Minister Scrimgeour's almost heaven-satisfied gaze, Ethan patted him on the shoulder and said in the gentlest tone, "You must be the first Minister of Magic in history to let dark wizards run rampant in the Ministry of Magic."
"Congratulations, you've made it into history."
although.
This "honor" originally belonged to Minister Fauci.
But if Xiao Sisi had cooperated with him earlier and communicated sincerely...
Wouldn't this tragedy have been avoided?
Tsk tsk, I still don't understand what it means to "turn away from the light, which is to walk into the darkness".
Upon hearing this...
Minister Scringer fell into a long silence.
then.
Without warning, he raised his wand, pointed it at himself, and said, "Fall unconscious."
"Whoosh!"
The curse flashed by.
Minister Scrinzer collapsed to the ground with a thud and fell into a deep, baby-like sleep.
Out of sight, out of mind.
"minister?!"
"Minister! Are you alright?"
The Aurors swarmed around in alarm, watching with awe as Ethan leisurely departed.
He swallowed hard and muttered, "From now on, even if I have to poke Grindelwald's ass, I absolutely mustn't mess with Ethan!"
The former will kill you, the latter will make you "kill" yourself!
After leaving the Ministry of Magic.
Ethan stood on the dimly lit street and took a deep breath of the crisp, cold air.
Looking up at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, he slowly said, "Hufflepuff's golden cup, Harry's Occlumency... the prophecy orb that Death wanted to steal."
"And most importantly, to become an immortal!"
"There's still a lot to do."
Suddenly.
A soft, cool sensation touched his hand.
Ethan turned his head and saw Luna standing beside him, smiling at him.
The bright moon in the sky casts a gentle glow.
It spread across Luna's smooth golden hair, giving it a shimmering glow.
Look, it's snowing.
""
Luna said softly.
She raised her fair little hand and caught a pure white snowflake.
Following her gaze, Ethan also looked up.
In their cobalt blue eyes, the snowflakes falling from the sky, fluttering like willow catkins, were reflected.
He nodded and said, "Yes, it's snowing."
talking.
He took Luna's hand in his own.
There are still many, many things to do in the future.
But they still have plenty of time to complete them one by one.
Go and learn, go and prepare to face all the dangers of the future.
This is Ravenclaw.
Behind them, people emerged one by one from the Ministry of Magic.
Ginny wanted to run up and thank Ethan, but when she saw Luna standing next to Ethan, she stopped in her tracks.
She bit her lip, amidst the teasing and encouraging looks from her brothers.
Suppressing the impulse, I silently thought:
I'll thank you later when we're alone, and talk to Ethan about it.
Neville helped his parents up, while the Weasleys helped their father up.
Many people nestled together with their relatives and friends, gazing up at the night sky where snow was falling heavily.
"Clang—clang—clang—"
The clock struck twelve.
Circles of lights rose from afar, forming a pointed tree shape.
Christmas Eve has passed, and Christmas, a time for family reunions, has arrived.
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