bookbashuk Chapter 388 "My Struggle"! Ethan has a special method for containing criminals.
Chapter 388 "My Struggle"! Ethan has a special method for containing criminals.
Chapter 388 "My Struggle"! Ethan has a special method for containing criminals.
Ethan said with a smile.
The innocent smile on his face made Minister Scrimgeour wish he could leap up, pull out his wand, and have a righteous duel!
You idiot, even a normal person can't control a Dementor, right?!
—Only beings like the Dark Lord, even more evil and terrifying than Dementors, could exist.
Only then can Dementors, who should be devoid of emotion, feel fear and thus submit.
The thought of facing this thing suddenly calmed Minister Scrimgeour down.
The version of himself who had imagined leaping up to duel actually sat down silently.
We can't beat them, we really can't beat them.
"—So," Minister Scrimgeour raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "you blew up Azkaban to prevent the prisoners from escaping?"
"This can be considered one of many things that go hand in hand," Ethan replied modestly.
"Nonsense!" Minister Scrimgeour slammed his gavel down, a vein bulging on his forehead. "You've destroyed Azkaban, what are future criminals supposed to do?!"
did not expect.
As if he had been waiting for a long time, Ethan snapped his fingers and replied, "Regarding this matter! Don't worry, everyone, I've already made preparations!"
Upon hearing this...
Minister Scringer's heart skipped a beat; he was extremely worried.
Ethan pulled out a black leather notebook with a swish.
The yellowed, old pages of the book flipped over with a rustling sound, revealing a bizarre and fantastical scene!
That was the beginning of the universe, until a single explosion unleashed countless colors and life.
Then the spark appeared, and an ancient dragon as tall as heaven and earth flapped its wings and roared, while towering primordial giants and all kinds of creatures emerged together.
Afterwards, the first fire died down, and darkness returned to the world. From this darkness, countless immortal souls were born.
Wailing and struggling, dying again and again.
Until their humanity is extinguished, and they become withered, lifeless corpses, the torment will never cease!
These souls are the prisoners in Azkaban!
They were locked in diaries, happily struggling eternally in the abyss of despair and suffering!
Those hoarse cries echoed in the courtroom.
It's even more terrifying than a Dementor!
"I confine prisoners within my paintings, allowing them to experience hell firsthand—portable and safe. I call it 'One.'"
"My Struggle"
Ethan raised his eyebrows and said, word by word.
With each page I turned, I saw a distorted, terrified face.
Title: My Struggle
[Tier: Tier 2 - Purple Epic!]
[Type: Scene Painting]
[Description: Who put history into the book?]
[Effect: Perfectly recreates Miyazaki Takashi's growth from childhood to adulthood, showcasing the struggle between humanity and nature. Those imprisoned within this painting will experience, with their immortal souls, a truly hellish landscape of mountains of corpses, seas of blood, endless monsters, and pools of poison.]
[Comment: Mom no longer has to worry about prisoners escaping, because they've all gone crazy! Hehe~]
Silence fell once again in the courtroom.
For a long time.
From the audience, Ron finally spoke, his voice trembling, "Ethan, is he really innocent?"
Why does this seem even darker than a dark wizard?!
That damn "portable prison" is even more hellish than Azkaban!
Didn't you see those Dementors? They all looked like they were seeing their homeland!
On the other side...
Miss Connie Rozier, who was brought over by Luna, stared wide-eyed and opened her red lips wide.
A few seconds later, a blush spread across her cheeks.
—So handsome!
Ethan, who works so hard, is so cool!
At this time.
Connie suddenly felt a sinister gaze directed at her from the side.
She shivered, turned her head, and met a pair of deep blue eyes.
Luna: Stare—
"—No, however!" Connie instinctively corrected herself, "This doesn't erase Ethan's atrocities!"
not to mention.
If Ethan is indeed "Mr. Lamp" —
All those previous events, including the terrifying "declaration of world destruction," were Ethan's doing.
Thinking of this.
Connie's blush faded as she gazed at the black-haired boy under the spotlight, her fingers clenching as she murmured, "Ethan, who exactly are you—what do you want to do?"
Is the guiding light in her mind that breaks through the darkness and leads the way just a flame that lures moths?
Ethan — Ethan — Ethan —
Luna glanced at the engrossed Auror girl before looking away.
It landed on Ethan, who was in the center of the crowd.
The latter's dashing and radiant appearance was deeply imprinted on her retina.
After a while.
Luna smiled sweetly, her eyes crinkling, and said softly, "Ethan is Ethan, a great painter who brought art to the world. He is also a guiding light leading the world toward a bright future."
They are undoubtedly their great heroes.
More importantly, she was her one and only friend.
"We can't let someone else take it away—"
Luna's eyes deepened slightly, and her magical energy surged subtly.
Ethan's masterpiece has once again amazed everyone.
He makes it difficult for others to even "defend" him, let alone know where to begin.
I have a feeling that exiling Ethan to another planet is the safest solution.
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Minister Scringer was so angry that his neck turned red and his whole body trembled. He held the gavel, but it was frozen in mid-air and he couldn't bring it down.
There's a sense of helplessness, like you're facing a completely different species, and getting angry is pointless.
—Dumbledore, how on earth did you put up with this guy for five long years?!
Minister Scrinjee was deeply impressed.
Just when things were at a stalemate...
A scream suddenly erupted from the audience:
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Aaaaaahh ...
The original savior, Harry Potter, suddenly collapsed to the ground as if waking from a nightmare!
His hands were flailing wildly, and he kept making painful and panicked screams!
"Harry?!"
Sirius Black leaped from his seat, hugged his godson tightly, and kept stroking his sweaty forehead, whispering, "What's wrong? Does your forehead hurt again?"
Harry was breathing heavily.
Then, under everyone's gaze, he almost screamed, "Mr. Weasley has been attacked! He's lying on the ground—blood, blood is flowing everywhere—!!"
Harry saw that familiar door again.
After Hermione investigated, she told him that it was the Department of Mysteries within the Ministry of Magic.
This time, from a bizarre perspective of sliding on the ground, he saw with absolute clarity "him" pouncing on and biting Ron's father, Mr. Arthur!
They were met with a series of surprised gazes.
Harry looked around, wondering why they were still standing there.
With an incredibly clear voice, he shouted again, "What are you all standing there for?! Mr. Weasley has been attacked by a dark wizard!"
"It's in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic!!"
The words fell.
With a loud clang.
Minister Scrinzer jumped to his feet, his chair overturning to the ground.
His face was more gloomy than ever before!
—Leaving aside why Weasley went to the Department of Mysteries.
And how Harry knew about this.
The fact that a Ministry of Magic official was attacked by a dark wizard within the Ministry of Magic itself.
If it's true—it would be a colossal scandal for the Ministry of Magic! A complete disgrace!
Minister Scrinzer instinctively turned his head to look at the black-haired boy in the audience.
They met eyes, a pair of calm, even slightly intrigued, diamond-blue pupils.
Hearing this horrifying news, I felt no surprise whatsoever.
It was as if it had been expected all along.
In an instant.
A chill ran down Minister Scrinker's spine!
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