bookbashuk Chapter 360 Hufflepuff's Golden Cup Acquired! A Test from Before the New Year
Chapter 360 Hufflepuff's Golden Cup Acquired! A Test from Before the New Year
Chapter 360 Hufflepuff's Golden Cup Acquired! A Test from a Thousand Years Ago
"Um?"
Ethan instinctively turned his head and asked, "What's wrong—"
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Before he could finish speaking...
Ethan suddenly stopped.
I realized something was wrong!
His current identity is Ethan Vincent, the fifth-year savior of Ravenclaw.
Instead of Ann Norn, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
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Ethan squinted, staring at Harry, who looked utterly bewildered, not far ahead.
half an hour.
His lips were turned up in a wide grin!
As if painted on, it suddenly exudes an extremely strong sense of artificiality!
"Eek."
""
The white dragon, not far away, shuddered.
A look of terror appeared in his eyes.
It tried its best to curl up its massive body.
It is clearly an incomparably majestic dragon.
Now, however, it's like a little white rabbit hiding from its predator.
"Professor Norn?" Ethan tilted his head and chuckled. "Is he here, Harry?"
Ahh~
By exploiting the inertia of addressing someone by their name, you can induce them to respond to a name they shouldn't normally react to.
Harry, you truly deserve to be called the wizarding world's chosen savior!
One that is delightful!
..but.
A hint of calm flashed in Ethan's feverish, diamond-blue eyes.
He thought to himself:
Professor Norn shouldn't be here.
It's more like they're afraid to mention another name, and can only try to find out indirectly.
such as.
Mr. Lamp.
On second thought.
Ethan caught a glimpse of the blooming sunflowers out of the corner of his eye and exclaimed "Ah!" in understanding.
The sunflower gave it away.
in the secret room.
The person impersonating "Mr. Lamp" did indeed use the sunflower bomb.
But this cannot be considered his mistake.
All I can say is that his magic is so righteous and just.
As it fell, it automatically transformed into a vibrant sunflower.
the other side.
The sunflowers swayed slightly, absorbing the rich blood.
The petals are golden and vibrant.
Lively.
"...No, I called you the wrong person, Ethan."
Harry gritted his teeth.
Faced with Ethan's unwavering smile.
I couldn't help but take a half step back.
I felt my heart pounding!
Why did Ethan respond to being called "Professor Norn"?
Could he really be...?
at this time.
Harry's mind was a complete mess.
Ethan Vincent, Professor Ann Norn, and Mr. Lamp.
One is the new savior of light, one is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and one is the greatest enemy of the magical world...
What exactly is the relationship between these three people?
Harry thought so.
I am only one step away from the truth.
however.
Is it that they can't find out the truth, or that they're unwilling to believe the possibility?
Harry couldn't give an answer.
"What's wrong, bro?"
Ron asked.
His gaze shifted questioningly between Harry and Ethan.
Distracted, Harry blurted out, "I can't get Ethan out of my head."
Ron: ? ? ?
It happened in a flash.
It came even before Ron's scream.
It was Luna's sharp gaze.
Staring at Harry, who looked as if he had just opened the door to a new world.
He tilted his head and leaned towards Ethan.
Resting her head on Ethan's shoulder, she tilted her little face up and laughed, "You protected everyone from the villains again, Ethan~ You're such a hero!"
Ethan chuckled.
His expression immediately softened.
He lowered his head, brushed the stray hairs from Luna's forehead, and said with righteous indignation, "For everyone's sake, this sacrifice is nothing!"
Dynamic light waves emanated from around the two of them, creating a pink, bubbly effect.
Together with others, they formed an insurmountable barrier.
Harry: ?
Not a buddy.
We were at a standoff, and then you suddenly turned to talking?
This made me, who was just on high alert, feel really embarrassed!
Harry suddenly felt like he had won the game but lost at life.
Silently, I looked away.
At a glance, he met Ron's defensive stance with his arms crossed.
Ron cried out in terror, "Brother, brother...!"
Harry: ??
...It seems there's no need to save this magical world.
Harry thought deeply.
On this day, tender hearts become as cold and hard as ruthless swordsmen (not really).
You have obtained the "Bear Red Bone Saw Meat Knife (Incomplete Version)"!
[Weapons that can use bleeding magic become more powerful the more blood they absorb.]
Ethan put away his butcher's knife.
This knife is designed to injure the enemy a thousand times but also harm the user eight hundred times; Ethan was attracted to its appearance, though.
But it won't be used directly.
"It still needs some training."
Ethan has already begun to conceive of how it will blossom into something new on the canvas.
Meat saw: trembling.jpg
The group didn't have much time to catch their breath.
soon.
Dozens of carts then rumbled and sped down from above.
The sounds of fairies and wizard guards shouting could be heard.
-Too.
That's what caused that big commotion.
The reason why the fairies arrived so late.
It may be a difficult call to action, urging employees to step forward and fight against the Four Gods' Choice.
Ethan: "There's no time to waste, let's get started!"
Harry didn't ask any more questions.
The seeds of doubt were temporarily buried in my heart.
Follow the main force.
Well, it's just because I need to think it over more carefully.
It's definitely not because I don't want to be abandoned by the fairies.
Harry thought firmly.
Quickly break down the door to Bella's vault.
Everyone was immediately dazzled by the mountains of gold and silver piled up so high.
"Holy crap, hell on earth..." Ron muttered in a daze, a bitter feeling rising within him. "Why are dark wizards so rich?"
Their family paid a heavy price for the war.
Both parents were members of the Order of the Phoenix.
however.
They're still living in such poverty.
Is the Ministry of Magic really on the side of the White Wizards?
Or, stand with Galleon.
Neville's face turned ashen, and he clenched his fists, which were as big as sandbags.
In his eyes, those mountains of Galleons, Silver Sikes, and jewelry were...
Crimson blood flowed from them.
It let out a painful scream.
The young wizards frantically used the Copying Charm and the Burning Charm.
They succeeded and won the crucial Hufflepuff Cup!
Congratulations! You have obtained the rare treasure, Hufflepuff's Golden Cup (Contaminated)
Helga Hufflepuff, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, dedicated her life to ensuring that all young wizards were well-fed and clothed.
This golden cup is a precious creation that embodies her ideals.
[A elixir of energy that flows continuously, enough to instantly cure all diseases, hunger, cold, and other afflictions.]
[Contains immense life force sufficient to control the Founding Titan]
However, with the changing times...
Now, only one drop of spiritual liquid remains inside.
Furthermore, the impurities on it must first be removed.
Voldemort was described as "filthy".
It feels like the filth on a toilet seat.
Ethan thought casually.
"The curse is easy to deal with; just use the 'Wolf of Splits' painting to absorb it. The key is how to use this last drop of spiritual liquid."
Is it intended for use by the Founding Titan?
Or... use it to completely cure Neville's parents.
Ethan glanced at Neville, who was clenching his fists and remaining silent.
His eyes were dull.
I didn't notice.
A fleeting glint of light in the golden cup.
The exquisite badger carving on the outer wall quickly wagged its tail.
When Ethan looked over as if sensing something.
It returned to its motionless state.
[Hidden advice detected:]
"Little wizard, this was a real 'kick'!"
The system subtitles suddenly became blurry.
Then it vanished in an instant!
It was as if nothing had happened.
[To the young wizards of the future, this is a test. Only those with a sincere heart can pass it...]
"Unlock the true power of the golden cup!"
"Hehe, what do you guys think of this way of writing? Isn't it interesting from time to time?"
millennia ago.
Helga Hufflepuff, the founder of Hufflepuff.
Standing on the lush green grass of Hogwarts Castle.
He smiled and said to his three companions.
Blue sky and white clouds.
A gentle breeze caressed her aged face, tracing the lines etched by time.
Her brown skirt, covered in mud, billowed up as Ms. Helga gently gathered her stray hairs.
She said gently and expectantly, "Perhaps the one who passes the test will be the least Hufflepuff-like child."
Perhaps the appearance is not like Hufflepuff.
But surely, she has a heart of gold.