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

Chapter 251 With Ethan around, can Mr. Lamp really rule the world?

Chapter 252 With Ethan around, can Mr. Lamp really rule the world?

Neville Longbottom?

That Gryffindor who was almost boiled alive by Professor Snape in Potions class?

The students were puzzled.

Of all the subjects, only Herbalism was somewhat passable for Nave.

How could he possibly be the key figure in such a groundbreaking potion?

However, when asked again, Ethan...

Ethan simply smiled without saying a word.

It seems like they're about to bring everyone some big, unannounced surprise.

Upon seeing this.

The group had no choice but to give up.

They started talking all at once, recounting the grand occasion of yesterday.

the other side.

At the teachers' table.

Professor Snape raised his eyebrows.

Then, he laughed.

One of those Navei Longbottoms?

Why choose Neville Longbottom, who is good for nothing but blowing up crucibles, when there are so many excellent students to choose from?

Even he, a master of potions, didn't reveal a single piece of information.

—Ethan, Ethan, this time, aren't you being a bit arrogant?

Professor Snape slammed his wine glass down.

He stared at Ethan, who had a calm expression.

Seeing Sirius's bad mood all the time only made it worse.

He'd like to see.

What will Ethan Vincent eventually come up with?

Well, whatever happens, happens.

It's absolutely impossible for it to be better than his improved wolfsbane medicine!!

at the same time.

the other side.

The Gryffindor table.

"Achoo!"

Neville sneezed and inexplicably felt a chill.

Harry: "Haha, who's talking about you?"

Neville muttered to himself, "It feels gloomy and full of resentment—"

"It's the vengeful spirit of a defeated dog."

Dean leaned closer and said in a serious tone, trying to scare him.

Hermione: "There is no such vengeful spirit."

Then, she pursed her lips and couldn't help but say:

"Also, didn't any of you notice the previous prophecy?"

Harry was taken aback: "A prophecy? Professor Trelawney's prophecy?"

Hermione nodded, a hint of excitement in her voice, "Yeah! We thought it meant 'Sirius is going to kill Harry'!"

"So, what it actually means is 'Ethan is going to judge Little Pettigrew!'"

"Prophecy, that's quite interesting!"

"This is where Harry points out the key point:"

"Doesn't this mean that Ethan is the 'evil soul'?"

After all, that was the last sentence of the prophecy.

It is said that "evil souls will judge the heroes in the eyes of the world."

Hermione remained silent.

After a long pause, he suddenly turned his head sharply and said dryly:

"As expected, prophecies are all lies."

Harry: "......

You didn't say that before!

Harry looked speechlessly at Ethan at the Ravenclaw table across from him.

I also felt something in my heart.

— Ethan, you've really taught everyone a lesson.

Don't easily trust others; be firm in your own beliefs—or rather, believe in him, believe in Ethan Vincent.

It's practically like a brainwashing package.

"—Ethan, what a terrifying yet admirable man."

Harry muttered to himself.

I ate my breakfast in a relaxed mood.

It feels like very soon, the title of "savior" will be handed over to Ethan.

Ethan has caused so much trouble and defeated so many enemies.

Regardless of the method.

Deep down, he must want to be a superhero who saves the magical world, not some kind of demon king or villain.

Speaking of demon king villains—

I don't know why.

The first person that came to Harry's mind wasn't Voldemort.

Instead, it was at the end of the second year that he encountered the mysterious and eccentric "Mr. Lamp".

—Forget it, with Ethan around, would he really let "Mr. Lamp" rule the magical world?

Harry thought this to himself, then casually dismissed the idea.

A few days later.

late at night.

Ethan, Luna, Neville, and a "dog" walk through the deep Forbidden Forest.

Two Ravenclaws, two Gryffindors.

School rules and such? What do they know about adventure?

Neville, holding up his lantern, said nervously:

"Because of the evening primrose's preference for shade, after several experiments, it was found that the Forbidden Forest is the best planting location."

It was as if he was afraid Ethan would question him.

He kept rambling on and on.

On a still chilly early spring night, a layer of sweat broke out on my face.

"Hmm~"

Ethan replied.

Turning her head, her fair face was bathed in moonlight.

Like a ghost.

He smiled and looked at Navee.

Navee: !!!

Neville pitifully shut his mouth, his legs trembling with fear.

"Woof!"

"Spotted Dog" barked beside him.

Let's cheer on Nave!

Previously, he was the one who accompanied Neville into the Forbidden Forest.

I have a good impression of this child who, despite being timid, is persistent.

That's nothing! Ethan's cosmic wardrobe is truly unspeakable!

Azkaban must come and study.

By the way.

Without Ethan deliberately "dyeing" his hair, Sirius's fur gradually returned to its normal black color.

Neville said gratefully, "Th-thank you—Mr. Sirius. As expected of Ethan's pet, you're so brave!"

Sirius:

".......

He would still be very happy even without the last sentence.

Why is it that even after it's been revealed that she's human, she's still being mistaken for Ethan's pet?!

What have you been teaching your students at Hogwarts?!

Sirius barked twice in dissatisfaction.

At this time.

Ethan: "Sh-hush."

The surroundings quickly fell silent.

Ahead, a very faint sound of water could be heard.

A bright crescent moon hangs high above the deep forest.

Moonlight spills onto the nitrogen box.

Neville surveyed his surroundings and whispered, "We're almost there—about ten more minutes ahead, there's a large lake."

"Right next to the lake is where the evening primroses are planted."

Ethan nodded slightly.

But nothing happened.

In his field of vision, he saw a soft "mist" floating ahead.

That must be the magical fluctuations of the moonflower.

Just like its name suggests, it has a warm, ivory-like white color, much like the bright moonlight tonight.

however.

This is not a reason for Ethan to stop.

Besides.

An "uninvited guest" also appeared in sight.

Even from this distance, the magical fluctuations it emitted were as large as those of a small sailboat.

It was as if countless ribbons were floating all over its body, and it swam lightly in the lake that Nave had described.

One is a huge creature.

Ethan squinted.

While searching in my mind.

Suddenly, a silvery voice rang out beside me:

"It's a horse-shaped water monster."

Luna said softly.

Ethan raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look.

Bathed in moonlight, Luna's face appeared as gentle and radiant as the moon itself.

His expression was unfocused, and his pair of blue eyes seemed to pierce through the obscuring trees, gazing into the distance.

"Horse, horse what?"

Neville asked, trembling.

to him.

Compared to the fatherly Ethan, this "crazy girl" has a ghostly aura.

What made Neville even more uneasy was that

Luna spoke softly:

"It's a sea monster covered in seaweed that can transform into the appearance of various creatures. It lures people to ride on it and then drowns them."

His eyes seemed to be looking at something beautiful.

"!"

Neville gasped in horror.

Obviously, this thing didn't exist when he last came.

Luna: "It seems that the evening primrose attracted this lovely little creature, causing it to swim from another body of water."

"They treat this place as their own territory."