bookbashuk Chapter 330 There's a lone Beacon of Light here, let's quietly... WC! Ethan?!
Chapter 330 There's a lone Beacon of Light here, let's quietly... WC! Ethan?!
Chapter 330 There's a lone Beacon of Light here, let's quietly... WC! Ethan?!
Heavy rain, giants, and an uninvited evil sect.
Ethan is likely to play as scheduled.
But it's unlikely that Ethan will get a normal appearance.
In the quiet restaurant, the only sounds were the clinking of knives and forks.
The warm yellow candlelight cast everyone's shadows onto the peeling, dilapidated wall.
At the edges, it would occasionally twist in a strange way.
"Crunch, crunch."
Harry stood frozen, watching Ethan with a rather elegant posture.
Cut open the lamb chop under your hand.
The lamb chops were already cooked through, but now, under that sharp knife...
It looked as if a trickle of blood was overflowing.
This was the first time Harry had ever noticed it either.
This old house is so dilapidated and gloomy.
Beneath every peeling piece of wallpaper, it seems, peering eyes might open at any moment.
"Mmm~ It's delicious."
Ethan was generous with his praise, and smiled broadly at Mrs. Weasley, whose face was tense.
then.
She maintained her unchanging smile.
Her delicate yet pale face gave her the appearance of a doll in a shop window.
He tilted his head and said gently, "Why aren't you eating?"
"6
'
There was a deathly silence at the dining table.
It seems like it wasn't Harry's birthday dinner that I attended.
It was more like they came to visit Harry's grave.
And Ethan.
This is a ghostly being that crawled out from underground.
They are frantically stealing the "offerings".
"It really is a new era; even demons can eat at the table now..."
'
Ron muttered to himself.
Staring at the fragrant roasted chicken leg, I couldn't help but drool.
Harry thought Ron was right.
But you'd better not say anything yet.
It was supposed to be his birthday party, but everyone took time out of their busy schedules to come and celebrate with him...
Even Ethan, seemingly out of nowhere, presented him with a gift in an unexpected way.
The two combined should have brought even more joy.
But why did it turn out this way?
Harry held the gift box, which for some reason kept making a thumping sound coming from inside.
It posed a question from the depths of the soul.
Fortunately.
After finishing dinner, Ethan prepared to go back with Luna.
Unlike the others, he did not settle down in the Blake family's ancestral home.
This decision.
Some are happy, some are sad.
Hermione bit her lip and carefully tugged at Ethan's sleeve.
Ignore Harry and Ron's obvious sign of shaking their heads frantically.
He muttered, "Ethan, can't you stay? My room is quite big."
Ethan opened his mouth, wanting to answer.
Luna chimed in cheerfully, "No need~ We just made a coffin big enough for two people to lie in, and we're going to be laid to rest tonight~"
He met Hermione's raised eyebrows.
Luna squinted her eyes and murmured in ecstasy, "Oh, imagine that coldness and deathly silence, the night sky spinning overhead. In the light of the stars and the moon, you will be able to hear the sound of the elves flapping their wings."
"All I can imagine is the smell of dirt and decay."
Hermione said dryly.
He frowned and asked Ethan with a stern look, "Are you really going to do something this crazy?"
Ethan misunderstood.
She extended a warm invitation: "Would you like to come along, Hermione?"
"If we squeeze in, the three of us can lie down together!"
"Consider it a rehearsal."
Ethan winked playfully at Hermione.
...What are we rehearsing in advance?
Could a zombie suddenly rise from the dead and randomly scare a passerby to death?
Hermione hesitated for several seconds, but finally said dejectedly, "No, thank you for the invitation, Ethan..."
"I'd rather stay in a warm, dry bed."
"it's a pity."
Ethan shrugged.
He conjured a cane and twirled it gracefully in his hand.
He took his bowler hat off the coat rack and gave an elegant bow.
He looked up and smiled at the stiff crowd, saying, "Well then, see you again someday... everyone from the Order of the Phoenix."
Everyone: !!!
Everyone stared wide-eyed at Ethan in disbelief!
I couldn't believe what I was hearing!
Knowing this place, I could barely explain it by referring to Sirius Black and the house where Harry lived.
But how did Ethan know about the highly secretive Order of the Phoenix?!
If it was Dumbledore who told him.
They should have received the news much earlier!
however.
Mad-Eye: "Wait! Who are you?"
"Smack."
Ethan snapped his fingers.
next second.
Just like Luna's family, they suddenly plummeted.
All that remained was a dark door that was open on the floor.
It seems like they're determined to go against everyone.
At the moment when they most wanted to ask.
Ethan, however, simply vanished.
"6
'
After a few seconds of silence.
Mad-Eye Moody smacked his lips heavily.
The demonic eye darted around, and a dark, hoarse voice said, "Speak, who leaked the information?"
"Unless someone personally leads that kid in, he'll never find this place!"
"6
'
Sirius swallowed hard.
In the brain.
Scenes flashed by like a revolving lantern.
James, Lily, I'm coming right away...
Sirius took a deep breath: "Um, let me explain."
"Oh, right."
A clear, melodious voice.
Suddenly, a sound rang out from the portal!
It startled everyone!
Ron jumped three feet high, almost landing on Mad-Eye's head!
He almost knocked Mad Eyes's demonic eye out with an elbow strike.
Causes maximum damage.
All I could see was the floor.
A pale hand reached out from the dark portal.
In his hand, he clutched three letters covered with complicated wax seals.
Ethan: "Here are your school admission notices. I almost forgot to give them to you. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester needs some new equipment."
"So, see you at Diagon Alley tomorrow at 1 p.m.!"
Done.
The portal then closed—
A severed hand remained, still resting on the floor.
Everyone:? ? !
WTF?!
Under a horrified gaze.
The severed hand deftly flipped over.
Five fingers on the ground, an envelope held between them.
Like a spider, it nimbly crawled towards them!
"Tap tap tap tap!"
"Aaaaaah, don't come any closer!!!"
"Ron? Ron?! Don't do that—"
"Ethan, you're a genius! Grab that hand! We need to replicate it!"
"George, Fred!!!"
Enormous chaos.
Like a tornado, it swept through this ancestral home that had been silent for countless years.
Thankfully, this house is soundproof.
otherwise.
I get complained about by my neighbors eight hundred times a day.
Harry thought with a wry smile.
He took the letter from the agile, severed hand.
Looking at that hand, he even politely bent his knuckles and bowed.
...very much in Ethan's style.
"It's never been this lively since I was born in this old house," Sirius Black said.
He put his arm around Harry's shoulder and smiled, "Anyway—happy birthday, Harry."
"6
Harry was silent for a moment.
Finally, a helpless yet happy smile appeared on his face: "This is truly the most unique birthday I've ever had! I'll never forget it!"
Every year brings new surprises, and every year is different.
Thank you for thinking of me, Ethan.
But next time.
Let's not worry about it for now.
Harry: "Going to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies tomorrow. I wonder who the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be next term... Hmm? What's this?"
Harry looked at the separate piece of paper that had fallen out of the envelope.
Upon picking it up, I saw a line of large characters on it:
Personal Risk Disclosure Confirmation Form.
signature:
Ann Norn (Unknown), professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The next day.
Break the Cauldron Bar.
12:50 PM.
This small tavern is filled with eerie paintings and sculptures.
It has become a gathering place for some kind of fanatical believers.
today.
As always, they wore mysterious-looking black cloaks.
On his face, he wore a golden eagle-beak brass mask.
To distinguish them from Death Eaters.
And to highlight his identity as a "believer in enlightenment".
"Ah—great god of art and light! May your brush reach throughout the universe!"
"Ethan is our new savior! He is the guiding light leading us to glory!"
"Please grant me one hundred—no, twenty Galleons will suffice!"
As always.
Several believers prostrated themselves at the foot of an octopus statue.
They were shouting and yelling.
They expressed their admiration and aspirations.
They are expected to be busy—primarily young leaders who are in school.
To cast a pitying glance at them.
Simultaneously.
Wise people also took this opportunity to organize fundraising.
At a time of heightened inflation, basic necessities such as dry bread were distributed free of charge.
To create a virtuous cycle.
In this regard.
Old Tom, the tavern owner, was used to it.
Having gone through so much, he is no longer the naive and ignorant boy he once was.
Either way, it can boost consumption, and the people are actually quite nice.
Let them worship as they please.
but.
Where there are fanatics, there are also opponents.
"Hmph! A bunch of lunatics!"
An old drunkard who got drunk in broad daylight.
He slammed the wine glass down.
He deliberately glared at those gold masks and shouted loudly.
The believers were used to it and were absorbed in their prayers, ignoring him.
then.
The old drunkard's face turned even redder.
Extremely embarrassed and annoyed, her muddled eyes glanced sideways at her surroundings.
I want to find someone easy to bully.
What a coincidence.
He actually found a target.
He was a young believer sitting in a corner, sipping his drink alone.
The reason he is described as "young" is because...
Because he was tall, but not as muscular as an adult male.
And a hand extending from the cloak.
It wasn't even a single wrinkle.
Her skin was fair and delicate, and she looked like she had never experienced the vicissitudes of life.
It's just that at the fingertips, it seems to have been soaked in something for years.
It presents a deeper color.
The reason he is called a "believer" is...
It was because he was wearing that gleaming, golden eagle-beak brass mask.
The lower half of his face that was exposed was perfectly upright.
This is enough to reveal the handsome features of his complete face.
A rich young man, a believer, and a lone individual.
A combination of factors.
This allowed the old drunkard, whose inner impulses were stirred by alcohol, to...
Increasing resentment.
Anyway, there was only one person on the other side.
I'm sure I can beat a young punk, right?!
at the same time.
Ethan is waiting for Harry and the others.
As if sensing something, he tilted his head slightly.
The hand holding the tin wine glass was stained with a bit of gray-iron paint.
Upon closer inspection.
The wine glass had a texture like a painting!
...Hmm~
It seems like something interesting is about to happen.
Ethan glanced at the restless old drunkard out of the corner of his eye.
He smiled with interest.