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

Chapter 288 Hibiscus developed superfluous emotions. Ethan: Is Momo Ran viviparous or oviparous?

Chapter 289 Hibiscus developed superfluous emotions. Ethan: Is Momo Ran viviparous or oviparous?

Hogwarts, the infirmary.

The morning light was faint.

Warm sunlight pierced through the gray, hazy winter clouds.

The sunlight shines on an ivy plant on the windowsill, causing it to slightly open its leaves.

"Ugh...don't come any closer...I don't want an octopus...Ethan...Ugh!"

Furong suddenly opened her eyes and rolled over in bed!

Followed by.

A strong wave of dizziness washed over me.

This made her suddenly stop moving, weakly covering her throbbing head, her lips completely bloodless.

Why would I dream of being grabbed by an octopus with Ethan's face...?

Is there a problem with the feng shui of Hogwarts?

Furong: "I'm... yeah, the competition! How did the competition go?"

The last memory is of a crimson lightning bolt that swept across the earth like a ray of light.

That pitch-black dragon stood between heaven and earth, its head raised and roaring.

And that figure suspended high in the sky.

It was deeply etched into her retina.

Recalling those diamond-blue eyes that had looked down at her, Hibiscus couldn't help but flinch.

My heart was pounding.

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"Ethan...you have once again brought me immense shame...you just wait, I will bury you in my garden..."

'

Furong clenched her teeth and struggled to get out of bed.

She looked up and met the gossipy gaze of Head Nurse Mrs. Pomfrey.

Mrs. Pomfrey: Wow~

moment.

Furong's noodles suddenly turned bright red, and she hurriedly cried out, "No, no! That—"

'

Mrs. Pomfrey, with an "I know" look on her face, said quietly, "Mr. Vincent is indeed handsome."

Furong: "I didn't, I didn't..."

Mrs. Pomfrey huffed, "Hmph! But his personality is absolutely awful! Look at how much more work he's given me since he enrolled!"

Furong lowered her head and whispered, "Actually, Ethan's personality is alright... it's just that his way of thinking is a bit different from others."

Mrs. Pomfrey: "6"

'

She looked at Furong with a disappointed expression.

It's like seeing yet another little cabbage that's grown legs and run away.

While preparing the medicine, she told Furong about the result of the first match.

Seeing Fleur's dejected and indignant expression, Madam Pomfrey cautioned, "Let me tell you this first: you're not going to get any answers from Ethan this week."

"Hmph! What Ethan? I don't care!"

Furong raised her chin and said haughtily.

Mrs. Pomfrey: "However, a good opportunity to get in touch with Ethan will come soon."

"6

'

Furong remained silent, but her ears twitched.

"That's the Christmas party. They say the warriors will lead the dance first—maybe you could invite Ethan."

"

Furong: "I...I don't want to invite that brat—"

'

Mrs. Pomfrey: "Hmm~ If we don't hurry, I think Ethan will be snatched away by another girl."

Hibiscus: !!

Two seconds later.

Furong lowered her head, and through her falling golden hair, one could see her flushed face.

He whispered almost imperceptibly, "Paper...please, could you get me a piece of stationery?"

'

Amidst the head nurse's exclamations of admiration, Furong finally received the paper and pen she had been hoping for.

At this time.

"Unpredictable"

A sound of flapping wings rang out.

Furong turned her head and saw a large flock of owls, and her lips parted slightly in surprise.

"Smack."

A newspaper was "airdropped" in and landed right on Furong's hospital bed.

"The Prophet's Daily...?"

She read it aloud with a puzzled look.

At first glance, I saw the headline on the front page—

"A Dark Opening! Ethan Vincent's Talent Has Run Out?! This report actually claims you're focusing on the beginning but neglecting the end, and the next two matches will end hastily?! That's utter nonsense!"

Hermione slammed the newspaper on the table and yelled angrily.

This drew sidelong glances from others in the auditorium.

at this time.

It was breakfast time the day after the first match of the Three Kingdoms Tournament ended.

Ethan elegantly stacked a fried egg on his toast.

And then he used ketchup to draw a skull on it.

Take a bite.

The slightly runny egg yolk, paired with slightly charred toast, and the sweet and sour taste of ketchup.

The hot coffee further diluted the greasiness.

Ah—how beautiful!

Ethan squinted his eyes happily.

Hermione: "...

'

"Ethan! Listen to me! This reporter Rita is making things up about you!"

Ethan turned his head, took a bite of the apple slice Luna handed him, and leaned against her shoulder.

Looking at the "angry chipmunk" standing in front of him.

After swallowing the fruit in his mouth, he said with a serious expression, "It is indeed very serious."

Hermione's eyes lit up: "Right!"

Ethan: "So, do you think the Obscurus is viviparous or oviparous?"

Hermione: ? ? ?

Under Hermione's frozen gaze, Ethan frowned and murmured, "According to Professor Scamander's theory, it's a parasitic magical creature whose body is made of dark energy."

"But as we all know, there's the law of conservation of energy. What transformed it into silencing?"

Knowing this, perhaps we can solve it in reverse.

Ethan muttered to himself, lost in his own thoughts.

Hermione was left standing alone, her face gradually turning red.

"Hermione," Luna looked up and smiled, "I heard you've been researching house-elves lately."

This gave Hermione a way out.

She snapped back to reality and looked at Luna with gratitude.

But then she couldn't help but retort, "It's not research, it's helping! They are pitiful little creatures, not lab rats on a lab table!"

"Yes, I'll help."

Luna nodded good-naturedly.

He tilted his head and looked at Hermione with his pure blue eyes.

Since you're so interested in house-elves, you must have seen them in the kitchen at Hogwarts, right?

'

Hermione was taken aback: "—Huh?"

Luna blinked and chuckled, "It's right below the Hufflepuff lounge, behind a painting of a pear."

After the afternoon classes ended.

The group followed Ethan and Luna to an underground corridor, where they stood before a painting of fruit.

only-

It's different from the normal art style.

This fruit looks "alive".

If you stare at it for a while, the grapes in the wooden basin seem to be swirling around, and the apples are dripping with rich, bright red juice.

Creepy.

This familiar style —

Hermione and the other two turned their heads and stared silently at Ethan.

Ethan: "Haha, I made some minor changes to this painting, and you guys noticed!"

—This seamless transition to the underworld style of art is obviously your doing!

Ethan: "Hehe~"

I didn't praise you anymore!

The three of them were mentally ranting and raving, panting heavily.

As they were talking.

Luna had already scratched the pear in the painting.

The pear trembled slightly, like a ticklish baby.

It suddenly turned into a green doorknob.

"Crunch~"

Luna opened the door.

The sight that came into view made the three of them gasp in astonishment!

Hundreds of bowls and plates were piled up together, and steam rose from the pot, filling the entire room.

Among them are three people who have seen the most Pokémon to date!

They were all rushing around, preparing dinner for all the students at Hogwarts.

I can smell the fragrance.

Ron swallowed hard, his stomach rumbling loudly.

It was this sound that drew the attention of the busy little elves.

She paused for two seconds, then burst into a delighted scream!

"Oh! It's the little wizard from the castle! What would the little wizard like to eat?"

They swarmed forward.

Almost instantly, everyone's hands were stuffed with cookies, bread, and hot meat pies.

Just as Hermione was blushing and declining, a voice rang out: "————Egg————"

Ethan stared intently at the hard-boiled egg in a little elf's hand, muttering, "Yolk, yolk—soul and body—"

"—I know what I want now."

Ethan suddenly looked up, his eyes shining, and shouted, "The Obscurial's egg!!"

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