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

Chapter 386 The Trial Begins! A Place Where All Forces Converge!

Chapter 386 The Trial Begins! A Place Where All Forces Converge!

Let's turn back the clock a little.

Let's go back to the night Ethan blew up Azkaban.

[Gulp... My heart, the useless limb I once discarded... How could this be?! This is impossible!! How could that mortal truly harm me?!]

If he really does eliminate all my remains... No! I will never let that happen!!

[Kill him! I will kill him! Let him suffer for all eternity!!!]

[Hiss... Go, my little darling, my adorable creation... Go and obtain that treasure for your master, for me...!]

[Hiss, hiss—]

"Bang!"

Harry woke up with a start, gasping for breath, feeling a dull ache in the back of his head.

But no matter how much it hurt, it wasn't as painful as the scar on my forehead.

Harry pressed his hand tightly against his lightning bolt-shaped scar, feeling a pain as if someone were cutting his nerves with a knife.

It wasn't until several tens of seconds later that things started to improve slightly.

Only then did he realize that his upper body was lying backward on the ground.

It looks like he fell off the bed.

"Ho, ho, ho!"

Harry was still in shock, breathing heavily, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

That terrifying sound kept echoing in my mind.

...For the first time, he heard the owner of that voice so furious.

His anger was mixed with painful gasps and a hint of shock.

It seems that something far beyond our expectations has happened.

The murderous intent contained in his words sent chills down even spines Harry, a veteran of countless battles.

"What on earth happened...? Did I accidentally do something that ruined Mr. Lamp's grand plan?"

Harry sat up, pressing the scar in confusion.

Having frequently become a target of various actions, he naturally projected himself into the role of the "victim."

What exactly does Mr. Lamp want? What treasure is hidden behind that door in the long corridor that can turn the tide?

Who is his subordinate talking to? Why does that voice... sound so much like a parsleyan?

...Let's write a letter to Sirius first.

Thinking this way.

Harry glanced out the window.

It was just getting light, around four or five o'clock.

The roommates were still fast asleep, with Ron and Neville snoring loudly.

sometimes.

Harry envied their good sleep.

"I wonder how Ethan is doing in Azkaban... Ha, maybe he's having a long talk with the prisoners about his artistic ideals."

Just then.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps approached from afar outside the door!

next second!

"Bang!"

"Did you guys read this morning's Daily Prophet?!"

Hermione burst in.

He was panting heavily, holding a newspaper in his hand.

The snoring stopped abruptly. Harry instinctively crossed his arms and stared blankly at the intruding "brown lion," momentarily thinking he had traveled through time.

It's alright, it's winter now.

Everyone was dressed very warmly.

"Hey!" Ron mumbled a loud complaint, "Do you think this is Ethan's bedroom, Miss Vincent?!"

Hermione blushed, waved the newspaper, and widened her eyes, saying, "If you had read this morning's paper, you wouldn't be complaining about me barging in."

Ron: "The Daily Prophet? You actually subscribe to that stuff! It's just a bunch of Ministry of Magic pronouncements! It's completely pointless. I'd rather subscribe to The Quibbler!"

"You can get out of here now. We're not interested in any news. We want to go back to sleep!"

He muttered to himself and closed his eyes again: "I really don't understand why boys can't go into girls' dorms, but girls can go into boys' dorms whenever they want..."

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With a "whoosh".

Hermione didn't leave; instead, she spread out the newspaper.

His front teeth, which had shrunk considerably since last year's Goblet of Fire Christmas dinner, opened and closed slowly as he spoke, enunciating each word clearly:

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"Shocking! The collapse of the ancient holy city of Azkaban! The culprit is none other than the new savior, Ethan Vincent!!"

Ron: "Hey, it's just that Azkaban collapsed, I thought—what?! What did you say collapsed?!"

Suddenly.

Ron jumped out of bed, his eyes suddenly shining brightly!

In the dormitory.

Silence fell instantly.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed.

He stared at Hermione in shock!

It's as if she just suddenly said that the Minister of Magic was actually a mole in disguise!

What did you say? It exploded? Who did it?

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Nave looked left and right, hesitated for a long time, and finally blurted out, "No, no wonder it's Ethan! Every place he bombs is more famous than the last!"

Everyone:

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At this point, there's no need to force a compliment!

Sudden.

Harry was startled, feeling as if he had just experienced a pivotal moment!

Could it be that Ethan bombing Azkaban was a sign of his anger?!

What terrible thing did I do to make Ethan so angry?

I'm so awesome!!

Just as Harry was lost in deep thought.

Hermione's stern voice rang out again: "There's no time. We need to prepare immediately!"

"With something this serious happening, the Ministry of Magic definitely won't sit idly by... They'll probably put Ethan on trial today!!"

Their Beacon Society absolutely cannot allow the Ministry of Magic to convict Ethan!

Having spent five years together, they knew each other all too well.

Ethan is a savior who, though mad, is truly benevolent.

"Wait for me, Ethan!" Hermione murmured, her eyes shining. "I will get you out of here!"

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Just as the group of young wizards rushed off to find Dumbledore...

In Hogwarts, a place where no detection magic can find it.

In the already "collapsed" underground chamber.

Auror Connie Rozier slowly awoke.

"Hmm..."

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She frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was a giant snake head looking down at her.

"Hiss~?"

The basilisk blinked its innocent, harmless orange-yellow vertical pupils, staring curiously at the human female who froze upon seeing it.

Even though its owner has cast a spell on it, so it won't petrify other creatures easily, right?

Why is this human still not moving?

The basilisk lowered its head and poked Connie's face with its enormous snout.

Connie froze, goosebumps rising on her skin, when she felt the cold, slippery touch.

"You're awake?"

A clear, ethereal voice rang out.

Connie looked up sharply and saw a pale, slender figure.

Luna looked up from her newspaper, wearing her large, round, pink and blue glasses, and smiled, "Good morning, ma'am. Did you sleep well?"

Connie:

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If I remember correctly, she was knocked unconscious.

Memories from before I fell into a coma—they all surfaced in my mind.

That eerie magic, that paint-like texture, that voice that, though much more mature, was still familiar.

Despite her reluctance to admit it, Connie closed her eyes briefly and said in a hoarse voice, "Professor Norn, it's Ethan, isn't it... Ha, to be honest, I'm only just realizing it now."

"They subdued me this time because I was in their way, right?"

Her face was pale and dejected, as if she had suddenly lost all hope for life.

He collapsed to the ground, muttering, "There have never been any heroes. I was so stupid to actually believe in some beacon of light... It was all a facade!"

Connie's tone suddenly became agitated.

Her eyes welled up with tears, she gasped for breath, and looked up, trying her best not to let the tears fall.

Luna stared intently at the excited Auror lady.

Then, he slapped his palm and said, "I understand!"

Connie: ?

A dreamy, gentle smile appeared on the blonde girl's face as she said, "Then go and see for yourself Ethan's true colors!"

Connie: "W-what are you talking about?"

Luna held up the newspaper, the words "Collapse of Azkaban" clearly visible on it.

"The trial. The Ministry of Magic will hold Ethan's second trial tonight to deliver its final verdict."

"All relevant parties will be present at that time."

"Then you'll be able to witness Ethan's true self firsthand."

Look at those who have been helped by Ethan.

Look at their beacon president, her closest friend, and her "true face" that has never been disguised.

As for how Ethan helps others, that's a detail not worth worrying about.

That night.

Ministry of Magic, Wizengamor Court.

Countless people converge here: journalists, members of the public, members of society, students, professors...

The huge courtroom was packed to the brim.

"Knock knock knock!"

The gavel struck heavily.

The bustling, crowded crowd gradually quieted down.

Minister Scringer looked around and down at the spiked cages holding serious criminals.

Holding the gavel, he said in a deep voice, "Bring the prisoner into the arena!"

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