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

Chapter 274 Durmstrang & Beauxbatons: What is signing a Risk Disclaimer Agreement?

Chapter 275 Durmstrang & Beauxbatons: What is signing a Risk Disclaimer Agreement?

Bagman thought of the proposal that resembled a "student extermination plan".

He knew that if he agreed, he would be expelled from his ancestral home.

Whether their ancestral home will still exist by then is another matter entirely.

However, if you disagree...

now.

He was being watched by countless eyes.

Bagman was sweating profusely, as if he were being roasted over a fire, with fat dripping from his bloated belly.

"Um, um, could we adjust it a bit more?"

"Do as Mr. Vincent says."

A deep, hoarse voice rang out from the crowd.

Everyone turned to look.

They saw their new Minister of Magic, Mr. Scrimgeour.

Instantly.

A hint of pity crept into people's eyes.

The newly appointed minister looked up at Ethan.

A hint of weariness appeared on that face, which was usually as resolute as iron.

...That's true, even for the most determined person.

Even seeing that kind of monster would make one feel fear.

I am afraid.

Only a madman like Mr. Lamp, whose mind is not in order, would be intoxicated by that terrifying power.

Upon hearing this...

Ethan raised his lips and smiled, "That would be perfect."

"Believe me, with my training, the warriors' skills will be significantly improved, enough to withstand Mr. Lamp's attacks!"

after all.

Mr. Lamp is himself.

Ultimately, the difficulty level is determined by oneself.

"Okay, I'm really looking forward to the results of this competition."

Minister Scringer nodded.

I felt a sense of relief.

Fortunately, they still have Ethan, a selfless hero who is willing to step forward and face the storms ahead.

The Beacon Society, founded by Ethan, also played a role in the attack.

Let's allocate some more funds to Hogwarts.

After all, they are all fresh blood for a bright future.

At this time.

The obese head of the sports department, Bagman, squeezed through.

He leaned close to the minister and whispered:

"Minister! You haven't read Ethan's proposal yet, have you? I'm afraid the other colleges won't agree."

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"You don't need to worry about that."

Scrinker interrupted, coldly ending the conversation.

Every time the Goblet of Fire was played, someone would get into trouble.

Even if Ethan's design is dangerous, how dangerous can it really be?

"Yes, yes, Minister..."

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Bagman lowered his head and gave up resisting.

In his eyes, it was as if he saw his family's genealogy gradually fading away.

Minister Scringer: "Besides, Mr. Vincent."

"I believe the Ministry of Magic should award you a prize for your courageous act of standing up for what you have."

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At last.

The Ministry of Magic awarded Ethan a Order of Merlin, Second Class.

When the gold medal with the purple ribbon hung on Ethan's black suit.

Almost all the girls kept that clipping.

Order of Merlin, Second Class!

He shares the same honor as Newt Scamander, who studied magical creatures and helped fight Grindelwald.

It's almost on par with Dumbledore's Order of Merlin, First Class!

"And I'm sure Ethan will get the same one soon."

In the Three Brooms Tavern, Mrs. Rosmerta spoke drunkenly, her face flushed.

"Yes, yes, Ethan performed at our establishment. It was a huge success! He received thunderous applause! Everyone stood up and applauded his superb skills!"

She embellished the story, patiently explaining it to each and every customer.

In her description.

Ethan has practically become a superman with three heads and six arms!

"Cheers to our hero, Ethan Vincent!"

Rosmertas raised his glass and mumbled something indistinctly.

The people in the tavern echoed:

"For Ethan! For the Light!"

"cheers"

Although "light" is such an ethereal and elusive thing.

It has nothing to do with old bachelors like them who have worked hard all day and come to the tavern to drown their sorrows late at night.

It's too far off, as far off as the Ministry of Magic's ridiculous promise when Mystic lost power.

In any case, it's just another reason to drink.

Down a glass of wine.

They then forgot all about "Ethan" and "Mr. Lamp".

They started chatting:

"There seem to be more and more werewolves lately..."

"Yeah, last night I was in the middle of the night and suddenly there was a wolf howling outside! It scared the hell out of me and I almost peed my pants!"

"Ha! Now, all that's missing is his mysterious comeback!"

"In my opinion, the day when the Dark Lord Grindelwald will emerge from seclusion is not far off!"

In the summer night.

Accompanied by the malty aroma of butterbeer.

Laughter and warm, orange-yellow light poured out of the tavern windows.

Life seems to have remained unchanged.

at the same time.

The two letters, carried by large eagle owls, were sent to the frigid north and the idyllic western Europe, respectively.

Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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What does it mean to sign the "Triple Crown Tournament Liability Waiver Agreement"?

Principal Igor Karkarov clutched the letter, puzzled.

He frowned, glanced at the competition details carefully, and chuckled:

"Ethan Vincent is in charge of all the event details... Oh, that fourth-year student who's been making headlines lately, isn't he?"

It was also during the Secret Realm Search Challenge.

The "genius" who defeated their seeded player, Viktor Krum, as a freshman.

"call!"

A fire rose from Karkaroff's palm.

In the blink of an eye, the letter was burned to ashes.

He casually brushed off the ashes.

He turned and patted the strong shoulder of his prized student, Viktor Krum.

He said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Lamp," "the new savior"—I think it's all just hype from those cowardly British bastards!"

"It's just an illusion spell, look how scared they are!"

"Krum, you are Durmstrang's best student. You are definitely the hero of this year's Goblet of Fire."

In the midst of conversation.

Karkaroff ignored the other students who looked dejected.

A pair of sinister eyes were fixed on Krum.

"Let's prove to those backward old fogies in England who truly is the rising star of the wizarding world!"

Although Ethan was not a contestant, but rather an organizer.

Some regrets.

But if they can easily pass the challenges he sets, it will also prove their strength!

"Yes, Principal Karkarov."

Krum nodded, clenching his fist.

A fierce fighting spirit ignited in their eyes.

Ethan... I'll show you that I'm no longer the helpless loser I was three years ago!

this time.

Let me, and those challenges you've set up, settle this once and for all!

Karkarov smiled with satisfaction as he looked at his students' high spirits.

He suddenly hissed and pressed his left arm.

...His Dark Mark was burning hot again.

A shadow fell over Karkaroff's face.

What troubled him even more than that inexplicable "Mr. Lamp" was...

It's the Dark Mark that's been reacting intermittently lately...

The mark of the Death Eaters.

"I hope it's just my imagination."

"Kakarov murmured."

the other side.

Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Furong clutched the letter that Principal Maxim had given her and pressed it to her chest.

Gazing absently at the distant horizon outside the window, he murmured to himself:

"Ethan, we'll see each other again soon... Just you wait!"

Hibiscus shells clenched their teeth.

Her beautiful face showed a mixture of anticipation and embarrassment.

The crushing defeat 13 years ago.

This is what Furong considers the biggest black mark in her proud, rose-like life!

"This time, I'll show you a completely new me... not that helpless little girl who just cowers in the bathroom!"

Just then.

Principal Maxim's voice came from the side:

"Little Hibiscus, do you know what a Triwizard Tournament Risk Disclaimer is? The British Ministry of Magic sent me one..."