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

Chapter 276 Little Barty: The Advantage Is in My Hands! Ethan's "Miracle" Research Pr

Chapter 277 Little Barty: The Advantage Is in My Hands! Ethan's "Miracle" Research Project

Ethan's voice echoed in the silent auditorium.

Every student stared at him in disbelief.

The older students are alright.

After a brief moment of surprise, they quickly looked at each other and revealed a nonchalant expression that said, "Here we go again."

Every year, for better or for worse.

Even defense against the dark arts professors would fall victim to Ethan.

Before Ethan, the professors for this class had also changed frequently.

They all suspected that it was Ethan who had placed the curse on them!

But the first-year students weren't so calm.

"To dare to provoke the professor in public...that's so cool!"

"I've been sorted into Gryffindor," Dennis said excitedly.

He grabbed his brother Colin and snapped several photos.

The incandescent flash illuminated Professor Moody's face, which was as black as a pot lid.

Hermione made a sound of surprise, frowned, and muttered:

"Ethan doesn't cause trouble for no reason—he's usually quite mild-mannered."

Upon hearing this...

Ron rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky, and muttered:

"Gentle and refined? By demonic standards, that's certainly quite elegant!"

the other side.

Professor Moody suddenly snorted coldly.

He casually took out a curved wine flask from his bosom, tilted his head back, and took a swig.

Then he roughly swept the cards out of Ethan's hand, revealing a hideous grin that could stop a child from crying at night:

"What good guys and bad guys! Against a dark wizard, it's all about the living and the dead!"

Wow.

That makes a lot of sense.

Ethan raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a mixture of surprise and admiration.

He truly deserves to be called one of the few Defense Against the Dark Arts professors who actually taught some real skills.

Thinking about it this way—

In the original books, Harry's Imperius Curse was taught by Barty Jr., and the Cruciatus Curse was taught by Bellatrix the Madman.

It truly is a case of taking from the people and using it for the people.

"Then I look forward to your performance—good luck, Professor Moody."

Ethan emphasized the last four words.

Pat Professor Moody on the shoulder.

He turned around and leisurely walked down from the podium.

Little Barty was taken aback.

Just now, for some reason.

In a daze.

It's as if I can see a huge pot bubbling and boiling.

And I am just one ingredient in that big pot.

He snapped back to his senses, his expression darkening.

--It's fine.

Even Dumbledore couldn't see through his disguise.

Ethan is even less likely to be involved.

The enemy is in the open while we are in the dark.

The advantage lies with me!

Moreover, there's the mysterious and powerful Mr. Lamp secretly assisting them.

I don't even know how I lost.

Thinking of this.

Barty calmed down.

He took another sip of the compound decoction, then turned to look at Principal Dumbledore.

—Ethan openly violated the rules, yet he ironically "encouraged" a professor.

Dumbledore just stood there grinning like an idiot!

It's as if the position of principal has already fallen to Vincent!

Little Barty felt a surge of frustration.

—How did Hogwarts become like this!

Hmph, Mr. Lamp will rule the world—alongside the Dark Lord.

Hogwarts will belong to them too!

Little Barty dreamed, a hint of reverence flashing in his eyes.

I don't know.

The "Mr. Lamp" he longed for was sitting right under his nose.

Then.

Headmaster Dumbledore got back to the main topic.

The biggest tournament of the year, the Three Kingdoms Championship, has been announced.

The auditorium erupted in chaos!

"Merlin! The Triwizard Tournament! I've only ever read about it in books!"

Michael was utterly shocked.

Then, something suddenly came to mind.

He grinned, nudged Ethan with his elbow, and laughed:

"And that 'Hibiscus' too~ right, Ethan?"

The Veela from France bombards Ethan with letters from time to time!

It caused the boys to go from initial envy, jealousy, and hatred to eventual numbness and indifference.

"Hmm."

Ethan rested his chin on one hand, casually tracing the edge of the plate with the other, while gripping Michael's arm with the other.

Um?and many more.

Why is there an extra one?

Michael stared in horror at the thin, withered hand that had appeared out of nowhere.

She wanted to cry but had no tears, and stiffly turned back.

——Sob QAQ

But then...

Headmaster Dumbledore then dropped another bombshell:

"Secondly, one of us is honored to be one of the organizers of this year's Triple Crown Tournament," he said before the words were finished.

A sense of foreboding suddenly crept into Harry's mind.

next second.

As expected, it came true.

"That's Mr. Ethan Cent! Congratulations!"

Just like going from the spring when everything is reviving to the dead of winter.

The auditorium fell silent instantly.

"Pfft—cough cough!"

Professor Moody spat out a mouthful of compound decoction and stared at Ethan in astonishment.

Suddenly I realized...

Voldemort's organization was still too conservative.

Faced with the deathly silence of the auditorium.

Ethan stood up, gracefully bowed to the stunned crowd, and said:

"I guarantee that this three-way championship will be a historic one!"

"——"

"If Ethan just held back, he'd be making history," Ron quipped.

The students who had been clamoring to participate in the competition all fell silent.

Michael: "—I take back what I said earlier. If you were the organizer, forget about rekindling our romance, you'd be lucky if you didn't get a sack thrown over your shoulder on the street!!"

He could think of all of these.

The competition will be incredibly agonizing and hellish!

Headmaster Dumbledore: "Therefore, at Mr. Vincent's suggestion, there have been some minor changes to this year's Triwizard Tournament."

"First, the age limit for participants is third grade or above."

"Secondly, in order to ensure that more people feel involved, each academy sends three qualified warriors to the field in each round of the competition, and the ranking is based on the scores they get."

"The review will be held at the end of October, after the other two schools arrive."

These words reignited the students' interest.

"Multiple warriors are participating! You know, previously each school only had one warrior!"

"This new rule is really great! Otherwise, everyone else could only watch!"

"Uh, I feel like it's safer to just watch—"

Hearing the praise coming from all around, Ethan smirked with pride.

After all, he comes from a country known for its etiquette.

Alone Better Together.

It's not about individual heroism, but about leading everyone to work together and move forward.

"Another day of promoting virtue, how noble I am!"

Ethan was deeply moved.

—You just want more victims, don't you?

Michael's inner monologue.

However, I ultimately didn't have the courage to say it aloud.

Ethan didn't notice the other students' constipated, hesitant expressions.

He laughed happily.

This semester, their "Beacon of Enlightenment" club's practical course is finally settled!

I've heard that black magic is very powerful in Durmstrang?

Let's see how effective it is to have a real black wizard personally teach you.

Ethan brainstormed and came up with an idea.

Just right.

Also, take advantage of this time before the competition to create another crucial treasure chest monster.

After the official start of the school year.

In a class on the protection of magical creatures.

Ethan looked at Hagrid, the "Master of Fantastic Beast Hybrids," and politely asked:

"Hagrid, I want to have one of these adorable creatures too—"

"It's called 'Fried Tail Snail,' right?"

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