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

Chapter 261 Voldemort: Unbelievable! How come this guy is even more innocent than me?!

Chapter 262 Voldemort: Unbelievable! How come this guy is even more innocent than me?!

Mr. Lamp?

Little Barty's eyes flickered.

In the occasional moments of lucidity, he had heard his father mention this name.

Last year, right under Dumbledore's nose, Hogwarts was blown up!

Because the news was too shocking.

The foolish Ministry of Magic was afraid of causing trouble.

They then forcibly suppressed the attack.

Unexpectedly, the mysterious and unpredictable "Mr. Lamp" actually appeared before them...

I witnessed it with my own eyes.

Only then did I truly realize just how powerful the man who blew up Hogwarts really was!

Barty tightened his grip on his wand.

He was tense and alert, hissing as he licked the corner of his mouth.

Just then.

Voldemort's weak voice rang out:

"How did you know about this place... and how did you know we would come here...?"

The words fell.

Little Barty heard a soft chuckle.

"Because I know everything, is that understandable?"

A voice as rich and elegant as red wine rang out from behind that pure white mask.

The silvery moonlight bathed him.

The cat, lying on my lap, lazily yawned.

In the hands of this mysterious and powerful "Mr. Lamp".

Even such a weak creature can rest easy.

Enraged by this flippant attitude, Barty immediately roared:

"Omniscient? Do you want us?" Shut up, you idiot.

Little Barty shuddered.

He turned his head and looked at his master with shock and fear.

The master actually reprimanded me for the sake of an outsider?!

Little Barty was heartbroken, but dared not disobey.

He could only bow and retreat in frustration.

His gaze grew increasingly resentful as he glared at "Mr. Lamp".

She seemed like a resentful woman.

I noticed that extremely noticeable gaze.

Ethan touched his face.

I thought:

Can my good looks be noticed even through a mask?

"Pfft, sometimes being too cool can be a problem too." Voldemort's hunched body twitched slightly on the sofa.

Speak cautiously and respectfully:

"A prophet... that's a truly powerful ability. May I ask your purpose?"

Ethan casually remarked, "I want to see rivers of blood."

Voldemort:

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"No, I'm not referring to that superficial desire. I'm talking about something more long-term and with greater potential."

Ethan: "I want to see rivers of blood flow."

Voldemort:

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I can't spray it!

This is absolutely horrific!!

Voldemort was filled with awe.

He straightened his back.

He probed, "So, the reason you sought me out... is it so you'd like me to prepare an occasion where you can go on a killing spree?"

Oh?

Little Fufu is quite sensible.

Ethan nodded slightly.

He wasn't entirely nonsensical.

The opening of the Necronomicon requires a lot of blood. With Voldemort around, wouldn't he be able to summon even more dark wizards?

Surely they would be willing to give their lives for a great cause.

"Meow!"

The cat on my lap suddenly yelped and leaped out of the window.

Little Barty snorted.

Seeing that his master did not stop him, he said in a hoarse voice:

"If you want to kill, why don't you go kill Muggles? There are plenty of Muggles in this village alone!"

Ethan fell silent.

He seemed to be thinking, and did not answer immediately.

Upon seeing this.

Little Barty became smug, convinced he had hit the nail on the head with this damn "Mr. Lamp".

He shouted sternly, "Could it be that you can't bear to kill those lowly Muggles?"

"Ha! So weak, yet you dare to seek cooperation with the Dark Lord—"

Upon hearing this...

Mr. Lamp tilted his head slightly, genuinely puzzled, and asked:

"You actually want Muggle lives to taint your own spells?"

Little Barty: ? ?

He was stunned.

Then "Mr. Lamp" continued:

"Elephants never care how many ants they step on in their lifetime, nor do they deliberately seek out ants to step on."

"Those weak, non-magical creatures that die in all sorts of strange ways even if left unattended... what good would killing them do me?"

Listen to these heartfelt words.

The other two people in the room fell silent.

So pure! Absolutely too pure!

A naturally born dark wizard's sacred body!!

Little Barty looked at Ethan in surprise.

A chill ran down my spine!

The cold and indifferent tone in which he spoke...: This guy truly believes that he is no longer a different being from them!

Rather, it is some higher-order, more powerful creation...::

In an instant.

Little Barty seemed to see a monster in human skin sitting in front of them.

"Hehehe..."

A sinister laugh suddenly rang out from the sofa.

Little Barty shuddered.

It cowered and looked at its master.

On Voldemort's terrifying face, one could even see a hint of approval and appreciation.

It felt as if I had finally met a kindred spirit.

:::. It was an expression she had never shown him before.

Barty clenched his fist.

He was the one who arrived first...

"Very good, very good...!"

Voldemort trembled as he opened his arms to express his excitement.

The way he looked at Ethan was almost fanatical!

"So many years have passed... and finally, the world has given birth to another talent who shares my ideals!"

I can sense... the unfathomable darkness lurking within you.

What darkness?

That was clearly pure and bright light, wasn't it?

Voldemort, you have no taste.

tui!

Ethan rolled his eyes dramatically behind the mask.

Voldemort: "Don't worry... as long as we cooperate, there will be as much killing and bloodshed as we want..."

"And my goal is actually quite simple..."

I get it, you mean kill Harry?

It's all the same old thing.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, listening indifferently.

Voldemort's tiny, claw-like hands gripped the sofa tightly.

Even with a weak voice, one could still hear the deep-seated hatred in his voice:

"I'm going to—kill Ethan Vincent!!!"

Mr. Lamp, Ethan Vincent himself: ? ? ?

"Cough, cough..."

Ethan covered his mouth and coughed a few times to hide his shock.

Why am I the main target if we're not even friends?!

So what if I killed you twice!

Seriously? Seriously? Are you that vengeful?

Damn, with this level of understanding, he's not even as good as one of Grindelwald's toes.

Ethan felt deep contempt.

Then, leaning forward, he said with great interest:

"Explain in detail."

Voldemort: "

Why can this guy talk about killing people like it's a picnic?

Voldemort sensed something was amiss.

Something seems... off.

However, he quickly attributed this incongruity to the fact that "Mr. Lamp" was too human-like.

It's normal to find it strange when dealing with a fake person for the first time.

Voldemort: "Perfect, the first step of this plan... will be done by you and Barty together."

"Capture the most renowned former Auror, 'Mad-Eye' Alastor Moody!"

A hint of probing flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

Hiss...

The snake Nagini slid slowly across the floor.

Ethan's tall and slender figure was reflected in those orange-yellow vertical pupils.

12 Grimmauld Place.

"Ah!"

Harry woke up in the soft bed, his back soaked with sweat.

He clutched the scar on his forehead in pain, feeling a burning sensation!

It's like pressing it down with a hot poker!

But more important is the dream I just had.

What to do...? We definitely can't tell the Dursleys....

But bothering Headmaster Dumbledore with such a trivial matter would seem like making a mountain out of a molehill...

Just as Harry was lost in his delirious thoughts...

"Bang!"

His door was kicked open with a thud!

Sirius burst in, sweeping past him like a gust of wind!

"What's wrong? I heard you scream! Is your scar hurting again?" she asked worriedly.

then.

Harry remembered everything.

I am not in the room with my uncle's family.

Instead, it was with his godfather, Sirius Black, who had recently been exonerated and whose name had been cleared.

Together, they moved into the large ancestral home.

Harry's depressed mood gradually swelled up.

And all of this is thanks to Ethan.

Simultaneously.

Harry also remembered his dream.

He will never forget that pure white mask!

No need to overthink it.

"There's someone I can confide in right in front of me," Harry blurted out eagerly.

"Mr. Lamp, you want to kill Ethan!!!"