bookbashuk Chapter 354 Beer Hall Speech! Taking the Enlightenment Society to the World
Chapter 354 Beer Hall Speech! Taking the Enlightenment Society to the World
Chapter 354 Beer Hall Speech! Taking the Enlightenment Society to the World
Ethan's words were like the beating of drums.
It struck the hearts of everyone present with a heavy blow, making them tremble and their eyes widen!
Even Aberforth, who initially adopted a nonchalant, spectator-like attitude, was affected.
He opened his mouth in astonishment, and the rag in his hand fell to the ground.
"To announce the name of the Enlightenment Society to the world..."
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Justin from Hufflepuff swallowed hard.
I felt both excited and a little unreal.
When I joined this club two years ago.
He never thought about "going global" or anything like that.
It seems like just a blink of an eye.
It's about breaking free from the state of being awake, eating, and sleeping all day at school.
Shouldering such a seemingly insurmountable responsibility!
"Oh my god, Ethan is so handsome..."
Lavender of Gryffindor stared at Ethan with fascination, his eyes practically brimming with hearts.
Unfortunately.
The chocolates she sent out were laced with aphrodisiacs.
It has never worked.
Hmm~ She likes this man even more because he's so hard to win over~
"With a major war imminent, we cannot allow the Ministry of Magic to continue its reckless actions."
Even so, these are still considered significant statements.
Ethan remained calm.
He scanned the crowd with his diamond-blue eyes.
Gurgle.
Someone swallowed hard; the atmosphere became heavy.
Ethan: "Standing up and fighting against the vast darkness is an extremely difficult and dangerous thing."
"It requires absolute trust and an unwavering commitment no matter what happens."
He paused for a moment.
Ethan looked around and said slowly, "So, if anyone wants to quit now, that's fine too."
"As long as you remain within the fortified castle of Hogwarts, I assure you that you will be safe!"
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Upon hearing this...
The tavern was silent.
You could hear a pin drop.
Aberforth, who was listening in, couldn't help but hold his breath.
My heart had already turned gray after my sister's death.
My heart was pounding again because of this call to action!
It ignited, igniting the blood in my entire body!
No one moved.
No one got up to leave.
With a few exceptions, the vast majority of people present were in fifth grade or above.
Their expressions changed from confusion at the beginning.
Then, they became resolute.
Shedding their immaturity and naivety, they reveal a maturity that allows them to stand on their own!
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....very good."
Ethan said slowly.
His gaze swept over the faces that had become familiar after five years of getting to know each other.
The impulsive and sarcastic Ron, the clever and quick-witted Hermione, the carefree Weasley twins, the gentle yet strong Cho Chang...
and also.
Harry Potter, a man with a troubled past, still upholds kindness and courage.
The protagonist of the original work, an unfortunate chosen one.
When I met Harry's bright green eyes.
Ethan saw in it an indelible, unwavering light.
That is the light that only love can cultivate.
You are the prophesied child, the chosen savior.
You must save the world from darkness.
But now.
I will share this heavy responsibility with you.
Ethan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He opened his eyes and looked at the Enlightenment Society members he had nurtured and who would now become his strength.
He stood up and declared in an unwavering voice, "We are the beacons of light for the world!"
Even fate cannot stop us from moving towards a better tomorrow!
Sirius Black, fallen behind the curtain; Lupin, who died in battle alongside his lover; the Weasley twins, now missing one of their members...
this time.
He will rewrite the ending, rewrite his destiny!
"If I fail, let the stars and the night envelop my corpse."
Ethan said in a deep voice, his azure eyes flashing with an unusual light.
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Everyone was stunned by Ethan.
The look in their eyes was one of almost fanatical worship!
The light shines from the head of every person!
It formed a dazzling beauty that only Ethan could see!
Just then.
A slight coolness came from the back of my hand.
Luna's soft, delicate little hand covered his hand.
Ethan turned his head.
He met Luna's clear, gentle blue eyes.
"I won't let you die, Ethan."
"Because you're going to continue the adventure with me."
Luna smiled, her voice like a summer night breeze passing through the woods.
The shadows obscured her face.
Ethan couldn't see it clearly.
I felt the hand covering the back of my hand, its touch as gentle as a feather duster.
Yet it gives one a strange feeling.
Like a lover's wet, sticky kiss on the instep.
No matter what, they couldn't break free.
"Of course," Ethan said, snapping out of his reverie. "I won't die so easily."
If even he loses.
That means it was on but not off.
The rally continued in a lively atmosphere.
Everyone was excited, discussing the feasibility of blowing up Gringotts.
Fueled by the butterbeer, their faces turned red and their necks bulged.
Inside the Pig Head Bar.
It's probably never been lively.
"Seriously, these kids these days are something else entirely."
Aberforth shook his head helplessly.
The look in his eyes as he looked at Ethan was tinged with a respect that even he himself was unaware of.
Despite all this commotion, we haven't even seen a trace of an Auror.
Perhaps it's due to the black-haired boy's magic.
Tsk tsk, my foolish brother.
You've really raised a "monster"!
Hermione frowned, pondering, "Gringotts only has one entrance; if we attack from the front, it's difficult to avoid direct conflict..."
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That feeling was no different from that of a thug committing a home invasion robbery.
Ethan nodded seriously: "Indeed. How to attack gracefully and aesthetically is a big problem."
Hermione:
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This seems to be the least important issue.
Just then.
A timid arm was raised.
Neville, his face flushed, stammered nervously, "My...my grandmother once mentioned to me that there's a map of Gringotts' secret passages in the Order of the Phoenix."
Everyone blinked, puzzled. "The Order of the Phoenix? What's the Order of the Phoenix?"
Harry, Harry, and his two companions:
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A few seconds later.
Neville's face gradually turned pale, and he belatedly covered his mouth.
She looks like she's about to cry.
In this regard.
Ethan said he's used to it.
Hogwarts is full of lousy ladles.
From now on, it will be the era of guiding lights. Ethan imagined this and gave a brief introduction to the Order of the Phoenix.
Roughly speaking, it was during the last Voldemort battle.
A resistance organization independent of the Ministry of Magic, led by Dumbledore.
"Wow~ So cool!" Lavender exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "Now that the battle is over, they must have received a great reward!"
In her mind, she imagined a knight with gleaming medals.
however.
This statement came out.
Those in the know remained silent.
Neville's expression deepened.
It was a mixture of numb grief, resentment, and confusion.
at this point.
What could he do?
His parents have been driven insane by the torment.
Even his grandmother had given up hope after so many years of seeking medical treatment.
"Snapped!"
Ethan clapped his hands, bringing everyone back to their senses.
He said, "The information you provided was very useful, Neville."
"Since we have some clues, let's start by investigating the Order of the Phoenix."
"The rest of you, continue your training in spells under the guidance of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
Upon hearing this...
Everyone immediately forgot about the strange thing that had just happened and all wore bitter expressions.
Training with Professor Norn is harder than blowing up Gringotts!
At least, the latter involves no pain or suffering!
however.
Veteran members of the Order of the Phoenix stated that they did not have a map of Gringotts' secret passages.
Sirius Black exclaimed excitedly, "A map? What do you need a map of Gringotts' secret passages for? To blow up Gringotts? Count me in!"
Lupin said worriedly, "I think I've heard something like that, but I don't know the specifics... You guys aren't planning to use it for anything bad, are you?"
Mad-Eye Moody, however, provided useful information: "Uh—I remember the Longbottoms mentioned something about it. Anyway, the Order of the Phoenix doesn't have it."
"If this thing is real, then it must only exist in the minds of the Longbottoms."
Wait until the weekend.
Ethan and the other members went together to search the Black family's ancestral home.
I searched for two whole days.
Besides the nasopharyngeal box that bites off people's noses, a compass that keeps spinning wildly... there's also Mr. Ghoul who lives in the attic.
We found nothing.
"Hmm..." Ethan crossed his arms, brushed away the vixen who pounced on him, and muttered, "It seems there's only one way left."
Ethan snapped his fingers and looked at Neville with a smile.
"Go directly to your parents, the Longbottoms."
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Neville's expression was stiff.
He lowered his head, stammered a few times, and said in an almost inaudible voice, "I... actually, my parents... are in a coma due to illness and can no longer communicate."
Neville couldn't help but recall the dark wizard's mocking words in the underground cave.
Like a sharp knife, it pierced his heart.
This is the typical response you'll receive.
A normal person's reaction would be to feel pity and apology.
Then they never mentioned it again.
Either find another way or give up.
"But then why not just cure the illness?"
"what?"
Neville was taken aback.
He looked up and met Ethan's natural face.
Just like drinking more hot water when you have a cold.
His eyes were very clear.
Neville hurriedly said, "No, there's no cure—"
Ethan thought, "Although it's difficult to cure them all at once, if I hear them ask, I can do it now."
Neville's parents' situation is more complicated than the werewolf curse.
If we compare the soul to an egg.
The werewolf curse was caused by the eggshell getting mixed in.
The problem can be solved by protecting the eggs and finding a way to pick them out.
But being driven mad by torture means that one's soul has been shattered.
It turned into scrambled eggs and is extremely difficult to restore.
"Perhaps the newly acquired ancient magic—[Crescent Moon]—can come in handy."
I remember the description of the magic.
The crescent moon is so sharp that it can even cut through a soul.
In a few breaths.
An idea popped into Ethan's head.
Looking up, I saw Neville still stammering.
He couldn't help but smile.
He raised his hand and placed it on the increasingly muscular Gryffindor's shoulder, saying confidently, "It will heal. Trust me."
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Neville was speechless.
A feeling of worry or hope rose in my heart.
Merciful God, please stop giving him hope.
Then, they fell into even deeper despair.
Neville prayed sincerely.
After thinking about it, I changed "the merciful god" to the Four Gods.
The reference is clearer.
a few days later.
A dilapidated red-brick department store with the sign "TaoTao Department Store" on it.
I want to visit someone in the hospital.
Neville said to a mannequin in the shop window.
"Click-clack".
The silent mannequin came to life.
He nodded stiffly and conjured up a hidden door.
"I've always felt that this mannequin is a bit creepy."
Neville muttered.
He was glared at sternly by his grandmother.
"Good taste."
Ethan nodded approvingly at the mannequin.
Enter the hidden door.
They then arrived at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.
When Ethan's tall and handsome figure appeared in the hall.
The air became still.
then.
The nurses rushed over one after another.
One of them, with a stick in her colleague's nostril, got to go first and asked in a sweet voice, "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"
Ethan: "I'm going to visit someone in the hospital."
Nurse: "Oh—what a kind child! What should I call you?"
Ethan: "Ethan Vincent."
The moment that name was uttered.
The entire hall.
You could hear a pin drop the instantaneously!
Nurses, therapists, patients—everyone froze, their gazes fixed on Ethan, staring at him in astonishment and disbelief!
"Clatter".
A patient's eyeball fell to the ground without him even noticing.
Just like...
The same name as the "mysterious person" that someone publicly read out.
next second.
"Whoosh!"
The nurses who had gathered around immediately scattered!
They hid behind pillars and huddled under countertops.
His expression was incredibly resentful.
It's him, it's definitely him!
This demon who has made St. Mungo's work himself to the bone countless times!!
Ethan scratched his head and laughed, "Looks like I'm still as handsome as ever."
Neville:
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Do you have some misunderstanding about the definition of "handsome"?
Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Auguste, frowned deeply.
Like the terrifying old lady, he muttered hoarsely, "Nawi, what kind of person did you bring here? They're practically insane."
"Tsk, what a waste of time."
Neville shrank back, lowered his head, and dared not speak.
Even though he's already in fifth grade.
But he still didn't dare say "no" to his grandmother.
After all, this "old war god" has a proven track record.
It left him with deep childhood trauma.
Nave: "E-Ethan! I'll take you to the ward..."
Take the elevator to the third floor, to the Department of Curse Damage.
The long-term ward, Jenas Sitch ward.
Coincidentally.
Ethan also saw an old acquaintance.
"Another letter from a lady! Hmm~ Looks like I'm quite a famous and powerful person!"
"I'd better practice my signature a lot, hehe~"
It was Gilderoy Lockhart, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from his second year.
He was lying face down on the hospital bed, sticking his butt out, and using a quill pen to sign his name.
beside.
Scattered among them were exquisite letters that exuded fragrance.
There were also practice papers filled with signatures in cursive script.
Lockhart: "Hmph~ I'm the most powerful wizard—ah! We have guests! You've come to ask for my autograph too!"
His words came the instant he saw Ethan.
Stopped abruptly.
It was as if I had seen something indescribable, awakening a deep-seated fear within me.
Lockhart's eyes widened suddenly.
Like someone stepping on a chicken's neck, she screamed "Ah!"
"Help, help me—!!!"
He rolled off the bed, ink staining the letter and sheets.
He held his head in his hands, trembling and crying.
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Everyone silently turned their heads to look at Ethan.
Ethan: It's none of my business~ Ethan didn't do anything~
After all, it was made by Mr. Lamp.
The therapists quickly carried Lockhart out.
He muttered to himself, "Strange, he's usually so calm, what's wrong with him? He's acting like he's seen a Dementor..."
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"Click."
The door closed.
The ward was completely silent.
Ethan turned his gaze to a man and a woman located inside.
Even after the commotion just now.
They didn't react at all.
He just smiled blankly, with colorful candy wrappers scattered around him.
"They are my parents... tortured into this state by the Crucifixion Curse."
Neville whispered.
His eyes were red-rimmed.
At this time.
A crumpled, pink diamond-patterned candy wrapper was stuffed into that hand.
"Ah, ah..."
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It was as if it were a form of comfort.
Neville's mother kept pushing the candy wrappers into Neville's hands.
A simple, honest smile was plastered on his face, and he made indistinct sounds.
"Thank you, Mom."
Neville, as if it were a routine thing to do, carefully put the candy wrapper into his pocket.
"Leave the rest to me."
Ethan pressed down on Neville's shoulder and gently pushed him back.
Standing in front of the two mentally challenged couple, I took a deep breath.
He raised his hand, and a flash of white light appeared in his hand.
It transformed into an incomparably sharp, silver-white rapier!
A new work incorporating the magic of the crescent moon: "The Sword That Pierces the Skin: The Sewing Needle"!
It can cut through flesh and blood, reaching right to the soul!
Solve the problem at its root!
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