bookbashuk Chapter 336: Fifth Grade Starts School! Luna's Most Filial Piety Episode 1
Chapter 336: Fifth Grade Starts School! Luna's Most Filial Piety Episode 1
Chapter 336 Fifth Grade Starts! Luna's Most Filial Piety Episode
Through meticulous tanning and painting.
At this moment, the original Voldemort face lay quietly in Ethan's hands.
It has lost its former youthful, blood-red color.
It becomes like human skin, gliding with a glossy sheen.
Even the curves of each bend are so perfect.
Cursed items purchased from Boginbok's shop.
Ultimately, it became this mask that could fool everyone!
"But surely no student would be bold enough to try and expose a professor's face?"
Ethan chuckled, then sighed regretfully, "Why didn't I have such an interesting professor when I was in school?"
But it's alright.
As the saying goes, only those who have been rained on will want to hold an umbrella for others.
Ethan promised to give these poor students the best possible Defense Against the Dark Arts experience.
Ethan tentatively put the mask on his face.
It feels silky smooth and weightless on the skin.
Vision and speech will not be affected at all.
It's just that the adhesive is too tight.
It seemed to have completely blended into the original skin, making it difficult to peel off.
"Little rascal."
Ethan chuckled.
The tone was as if he were talking about a naughty child.
Just then.
"Knock knock."
Mr. Lovegood knocked on the door and entered.
In his hands, he held a tray containing hot tea and homemade cookies.
With a hurried yet kind smile on his face: "You've been up there for quite a while, Ethan."
"Come on, take a break and have something to eat—wait, what?!"
When the line of sight comes into view.
When that face slowly turned toward him in the center of the room.
Mr. Lovegood felt as if he had been suddenly choked.
It let out a strange scream.
The tray in her hand flew upwards, scattering cookies and hot tea like a shower of petals.
With a bang.
Poor Mr. Lovegood collapsed backward to the ground, his eyes rolling back.
She fell into a baby-like sleep.
"Oh dear, Mr. Lovegood really loves to sleep, even at his advanced age."
Ethan shook his head and scratched the mask on his face.
With a wave of his hand, he thoughtfully handed over two round cookies.
It was placed over Mr. Lovegood's eyes.
Luna heard the noise.
They came downstairs.
"Luna...run away..."
'
Mr. Lovegood murmured unconsciously, writhing in pain.
"Hmm..."
'
Luna tilted her head and thought for a moment.
He squatted down abruptly.
Conjure a white crayon with a magic wand.
I carefully drew a circle around Mr. Lovegood's body outline.
Then, he laughed happily: "Hehe~"
look up.
When I saw my friend's appearance at that moment.
He paused for a moment.
Then, Ummu nodded and commented, "It has a very alien feel."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed him, spreading like slowly flowing golden dust.
The atmosphere was just right.
Apart from Mr. Lovegood, who was groaning in pain on the ground.
"No... Luna..."
'
It was as if I had a premonition.
A single hot tear rolled down Mr. Lovegood’s cheek, which was hidden behind the biscuit.
-today.
Inside this round house, which resembles a chess piece.
They also live a warm and peaceful daily life.
September 1st is the first day of school at Hogwarts.
The dark red train, with its whistling sound, stretched like a long steel dragon.
Carrying new hopes and expectations, it departs from the bustling platform.
Heading towards that land of sunshine and hope.
"I heard that Bagman, the Director of the Sports Department who presided over the Fireball Tournament last semester, was found to have engaged in shady dealings and had a large amount of debt, and was taken away by the Aurors for investigation!"
"He's a newly appointed Auror... I think he comes from a family in France."
"Tsk tsk, the Ministry of Magic is completely rotten, unless there's a major overhaul."
"By the way, I wonder who our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is this year, Ann Norn? Nobody in my family has ever heard of that name."
"Are you really going to make us learn staffless spellcasting? ... That's hilarious, how could anyone possibly learn that?"
The conversation was accompanied by the students' transition from excitement to drowsiness.
The sky gradually darkened.
Hogwarts Castle, perched atop the cliff, came into view before them.
In the grand hall adorned with thousands of candles.
This year, the Sorting Hat sang a different song than in previous years.
—In fact.
This "tattered hat" sings a different song every year.
According to the students.
It took it a whole year to think of those complete lyrics.
But this time...
The meaning conveyed in the lyrics, however, is more serious than ever before.
"The Dark Lord is about to rise," and "A shadow is lurking nearby?"
Nick, who was almost headless, asked in confusion, then chuckled and said, "It sounds like the Dark Lord is right next to us."
The students were slightly agitated by the serious lyrics.
This reminds me of the newspaper article "Voldemort resurrected".
They became even more apprehensive.
But when they thought about it...
The most powerful Ethan Vincent is still with them!
Instantly.
I felt a sense of security and put my mind at ease.
After the branch ceremony.
This is Headmaster Dumbledore's opening speech.
Then, the white-haired old principal stepped forward.
Orange-yellow candlelight.
It illuminated the deep furrows on his face.
Her silver hair was like snow, and she wore a bright blue wizard's robe, adorned with stars, which seemed out of place for her age. The robe swayed and shimmered with her movements.
His eyes were still bright and piercing.
however.
Only the most observant person could notice the slight weariness and haggardness on his face.
like...
During the summer vacation, I felt like I was being tormented by some strange thing.
Dumbledore: "First of all, welcome to the Hogwarts family, new students. For the next seven years, you will learn magic here, going from emptiness to being filled with knowledge—well, I must say, some of you might be leaky buckets."
Dumbledore winked playfully, and the students burst into laughter.
A Hufflepuff freshman from a Muggle family, with tears in his eyes.
He murmured excitedly, "I never imagined magic really existed! I can learn magic here! Oh my god, am I dreaming?"
A friendly voice rang out from the side: "This is the most real thing ever!"
The Hufflepuff freshman wiped away his tears and said sincerely, "Haha, thank you for your comfort."
"You're welcome, it's what I should do."
The people here are all so nice.
Hufflepuff thought to himself.
I'm sure I'll spend the most peaceful and happy seven years here!
On the stage.
Dumbledore continued, "This year, there are two major changes."
"Firstly, at the strong request of the Ministry of Magic, and out of consideration for the students' protection, Aurors were dispatched to guard the area at all times."
"Let us welcome Miss Connie Rozier and Mr. Coban Yaxley."
Sparse applause broke out.
Everyone looked at the woman standing on one side of the auditorium with suspicion and wariness.
Connie's cheeks flushed.
I feel guilty; it's like my soul is being tortured.
What kind of "protection" is this?
They were clearly there to investigate the true nature of Headmaster Dumbledore and Ethan.
After listening to the principal's sincere words.
Connie, with her strong sense of justice, felt extremely ashamed.
It even gave the impression that Principal Dumbledore said it on purpose.
"How could that be? Headmaster Dumbledore is so kind. I must be the one with ulterior motives, overthinking things."
Connie bit her lower lip, unable to resist glancing at the Ravenclaw table.
My gaze lingered on that black-haired figure for a long time.
Oh, my hero, savior of the world, Ethan Vincent...
Her face was flushed, her red lips were slightly parted, and she exhaled a few breaths.
Unfortunately.
The angle is wrong; all you can see is the back of a handsome head.
This caused Connie great distress.
"...By the way, where is my colleague, Mr. Yaxley?"
Connie asked, puzzled.
I don't know why.
She always had a vague sense of unease.
Instinctively, I didn't want to face Minister Scrinje alone.
The mysterious new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, whose origins are unknown and for whom there is no information, is shrouded in secrecy.
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