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

Chapter 267 Being the quietest student in the class will keep you sober tonight (

Chapter 268 Being the quietest student in the class will keep you sober tonight (

He heard someone calling him.

A hint of impatience flashed across Mr. Crouch's face.

He was about to turn around and leave when he spotted Ethan in the crowd.

We haven't seen each other for a whole summer.

The boy who caused a sensation in the magical world has grown taller again.

Like a sapling that has absorbed plenty of nutrients, it is growing every moment.

Compared to Ethan's reputation.

His appearance is not powerful at all; in fact, it can be described as "gentle and harmless."

His black curly hair was smoothly combed down his head, as black as ebony.

Her skin was too pale.

But this only accentuates the artistic flair that young girls love.

He was tall and slender, with handsome features that made him stand out in a crowd. It's also possible that it was because he was holding a black umbrella and wearing all black clothes on a sunny day.

It's like attending a funeral.

...his own son, once just as spirited and ambitious as Ethan—

No, you can't think like that!

Crouch closed his eyes.

That person was no longer his son.

It's rather disrespectful to compare Ethan to an evil Death Eater.

He paused for a moment.

Crouch tilted his head slightly and said to his house-elf, Sparkle:

"Take him to the top-floor private room and keep a close watch on him!"

Upon hearing the word "top floor," Shan Shan shuddered.

But he still nodded vigorously, completely loyal.

With nothing beside him, he walked toward the stands.

the other side.

Percy was so excited to see Mr. Crouch “whom he had summoned” that he trembled with excitement.

This summer, he began his internship at the Ministry of Magic.

My boss is the esteemed Mr. Crouch!

Percy gave his brother a smug look.

In my heart, I've already built a pathetic, thick barrier between myself and these "good-for-nothings".

Percy: "Mr. Crouch! You..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Then he saw Mr. Crouch, whom he had been longing for, walk straight past him.

He came to Ethan.

He nodded and said, "Mr. Vincent, I've long admired your name."

Percy:

Percy's smile froze on his face.

My eyes widened in disbelief!

I'm clearly your subordinate! Why are you going to see Ethan?!

Oh, Ethan is a distinguished guest of the entire Ministry of Magic.

That's fine.

Hearing the laughter from his brothers, Percy's face gradually turned tomato red.

Ethan nodded.

Suddenly turning her head, she unexpectedly met Percy's longing gaze:

"I'm expected to become the class monitor this year. Please take care of me, student president."

Percy:

Boom!

a bolt from the blue!

Me? Working with Ethan?

Percy was suddenly in a daze, and he didn't care what happened to Mr. Crouch anymore.

Crouch: "...Mr. Vincent, the person in charge would like to discuss your Goblet of Fire proposal with you in detail."

"Do you have time now?"

Ethan looked away.

He curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

A deep, dark glint flashed in his cobalt blue eyes:

"Of course. I had plenty of time before anything started."

He turned his head and winked at Luna.

See you at the game.

As he spoke, he raised the black umbrella.

Like a moving shadow, he left with Mr. Crouch.

See you at the match.

Luna repeated the sentence.

Those playful cobalt blue eyes seemed to shoot out tiny, sharp arrows.

It hit her heart.

She suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her chest.

uh~

Clearly, Ethan is like an older brother to us.

The other organizers of the Goblet of Fire had a simple reason for approaching Ethan.

"Mr. Vincent, isn't the part of your proposal about the Goblet of Fire being in the way... a bit too difficult?!"

They simply wanted to inspire a spirit of challenge among the wizards.

I didn't really want to kill the contestant!

We'll follow Ethan's proposal exactly.

They don't have that many mothers.

Ludo Bagman, the Director of the Sports Department who previously organized the Secret Realm Search Challenge.

He was on the verge of tears, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

He's too naive.

I thought that suspending Ethan would be enough.

Unexpectedly, just a few years later, Ethan has evolved into one of the event organizers!

Ethan raised an eyebrow and said slowly:

"What? You have a problem with that?"

If you have any complaints, go talk to the Minister of Magic.

Bagman froze, stammering, "Well—well, anyway, we understand...we'll discuss it further."

That being said...

But barring any unforeseen circumstances.

This outrageous proposal wouldn't be approved even by a minister.

After all, peacetime has arrived.

The so-called "training in the face of wind and rain" is utter nonsense.

No?

The Quidditch World Cup has begun.

The Quidditch World Cup has ended.

Ireland wins.

But Bulgaria's Viktor Krum caught the Golden Snitch.

Ethan sat in the minister's box, slumped in his chair, leaning his head against Luna's shoulder with a bored expression.

I yawned as I listened to the overwhelming cheers.

He murmured, "When will the melodious screams and exquisite pain finally blanket this land...?"

2

Ron stopped cheering and said in horror:

"Hopefully it won't be long! Merlin! Did Krum wave at you just now?!"

Ethan yawned again:

"Just a defeated opponent..."

Ron's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He swallowed hard and tugged at Ethan's sleeve.

He pleaded with utmost reverence:

"Please... could you get me a signed copy of Krum? Please, Ethan, I'll do anything..."

Ethan gave Ron a wary look.

This youngest Weasley brother is getting more and more goofy.

Each bright red freckle reveals a "eat well and drink well" lifestyle.

He was also the only one in the trio who didn't join his Radiant Beacon Club.

Ethan glanced warily at Harry and Hermione standing to the side.

The latter two, although they started in the same way as Ron.

But after being "baptized" by the gang.

His brows already revealed a sense of composure and maturity.

Even Voldemort was suppressed by "Mr. Lamp".

But the more Ethan learned, the higher he advanced.

The more you feel, the more you can sense the unknown existence above the sky.

Just as Mr. Blake said, "fate".

Fate—or perhaps the "original work".

Werewolves should not be healed, and Sirius Black should be unjustly forced to flee.

And when he changed all of that.

For a fleeting moment.

Ethan noticed the gaze cast down from the heavens.

If he hadn't been promoted to "Master" ahead of schedule.

Ethan didn't know if he would end up like Mr. Black.

Neither human nor ghost.

Ethan will not be afraid, just as art will not compromise for worldly reasons.

The Goblet of Fire will reach a significant turning point.

The Death of Cedric.

This sets the stage for Voldemort's resurgence.

No way! I'll show Voldemort who's really "rising" this time!

Deep in Ethan's eyes, a small flame of striving ignited.

To prepare for the real challenges that exist in the future.

We cannot abandon anyone.

And how could someone as kind and warm-hearted as myself not help out the brave Ron from the original story?

Ron just needed a trigger.

Ethan: "I just remembered, you haven't joined my Beacon of Light club yet, have you?"

Upon hearing this, Ron shrank back slightly.

He lowered his head and said self-deprecatingly, "Please, you know your club only accepts the coolest people... I'd better just stick to eating my chicken leg."

however.

If Ethan could understand human speech, he would be human.

Immediately afterwards, he handed Ron a black umbrella, the one he had been using all day.

Ethan: "Here, it's part of my unfinished work. You'll use it."

Meeting Ron's puzzled gaze, Ethan grinned mysteriously:

Here's a little suggestion:

"Don't sleep too soundly tonight."