bookbashuk Chapter 250 Ethan: I want to heal the werewolf. Who supports me? Who opposes me?
Chapter 250 Ethan: I want to heal the werewolf. Who supports me? Who opposes me?
Chapter 251 Ethan: I want to heal the werewolf. Who supports me? Who opposes me?
Professor Lu Ping watched this scene with a smile.
A touch of warmth involuntarily spread across that pale and haggard face.
But at the same time.
An overwhelming sense of loneliness welled up inside me.
He will never experience this kind of reunion.
...Even with Ethan's help, he was able to remain unchanged as a werewolf for several months.
But there's always the risk of things getting out of control, and he doesn't dare to gamble.
"This is the best situation we could never have imagined before."
Lupin murmured, his hand unconsciously gripping the patched hem of his clothes.
Just then.
Lupin suddenly made eye contact with Ethan.
This black-haired boy, who could be described as having created a "miracle," suddenly gave him a look that said, "Don't worry."
In an instant.
An ominous premonition arose in Professor Lu Ping's mind.
next second.
Before the water curtain had even dissipated, Ethan's handsome face appeared!
Simultaneously broadcast throughout the magical world!
"Gurgle!"
The wizards all stiffened.
Ethan stared blankly at the water screen, as if he were about to announce an attack.
A silent scream echoed in my mind: "What else do you want to do?!"
When will this torment ever end?!
Gentlemen, I enjoy innovation and challenges.
A sound as loud as a bell resounded.
Its sound resounded throughout the streets and alleys of the British magical world!
Ethan fiddled with the sound-transmitting flower at his collar.
Standing behind the high windowsill of Hogwarts.
My gaze swept over the dense forbidden forest and the vast, dark lake.
It stretches far into the distance.
A fiery spark ignited in his usually calm cobalt blue eyes!
The eagle pursues the truth.
"As a member of Ravenclaw, it is my honor to reveal the truth about the Sirius Black case before you all!"
Upon hearing this...
Professor Flitwick was so moved he felt like he could fly.
Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "This is my student!"
Ethan: "I hope you all enjoy this meticulously planned grand trial, hehehe~"
Professor Flitwick's smile suddenly froze.
Meeting the gazes of others who asked, "Did you teach this too?"
He gave an awkward smile and silently retreated behind the crowd.
Technical skills are acquired, while personality is innate.
You can't blame him for that!
Ethan: "On this occasion, I would also like to make a declaration—"
The words fell.
Professor Lu Ping's unease reached its peak!
Ethan excitedly raised his arm and shouted, his eyes gleaming:
"On the night of the full moon at the end of this semester, I invite you all to Hogwarts to witness an unprecedented miracle!"
"I want to heal this poor wizard, who is suffering from the werewolf curse, right here and now!!!"
Lupin, the poor wizard tormented by the werewolf curse: ? ? ?
It's black in front of you.
Visit the site, tour the site, and witness the miracle.
The combination of just these few words made Lu Ping, who had been hiding for years, feel like he was about to faint.
...No, the "experimental subject" isn't necessarily me. Ethan glanced sideways and winked at Lupin discreetly.
meaning is:
Don't be too touched, I've got your back.
Lupin:
I was the test subject!!
He has no intention of becoming the most handsome werewolf in the world.
Besides, the idea of "completely curing werewolves" is absolutely impossible, right?!
Professor Lupin turned his head and urgently sought help from Principal Dumbledore.
Then, the latter gave him a smiling look.
"I'm getting old, now it's your turn, young people, hehehe..." Professor Lu Ping suddenly realized.
Ethan hadn't been expelled by the time he was in third grade.
To a large extent, Dumbledore's "aiding and abetting" of evil was to blame.
Ethan's words were confident and resolute.
Wandering on almost every street.
It penetrated the walls and reached the ears of countless people.
Everyone was stunned.
Staring in shock at the dashing, black-haired youth on the water screen.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Inside the tavern.
The wine glass slipped from his hand, and he didn't even notice the wine dripping from the corner of his open mouth.
In a dark, narrow alley.
A group of filthy people, like wild dogs, raised their heads, their cold and wild vertical pupils fixed on the water curtain.
One of them, Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf leader nearly three meters tall with thick hair, who even on a non-full moon night looked more like a beast than a human, let out a heavy laugh.
He said in a gloomy and crazy tone:
"Another arrogant idiot... What kind of cure for werewolves is that? He's completely insane! Hahaha!!"
"Besides, we don't need healing! Our werewolf bloodline is our unique and strongest weapon!!"
Amidst arrogant and wicked laughter.
Some werewolves smiled and nodded in agreement.
Some of them exchanged glances and quietly disappeared into the shadows.
Ministry of Magic.
Rufus Scrimgeour, the successor to the position of Minister of Magic, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, surrounded by a crowd.
The crew member was shocked: "They actually claim they can cure werewolves... Mr. Scrimgeour, what do you think?"
Scringer pondered for a moment.
His face was as resolute and tough as steel, and his sharp gaze, like that of an eagle, pierced the youthful face on the water screen.
After a long pause, he said in a deep voice, "If he fails, it's only to be expected; it just shows he was young and impetuous..."
"But if he does succeed, then we should reassess his value—and make him work for us!"
One would try every means to break the wings of a hawk simply because one is afraid of taming it.
That's absolutely stupid!
Cooperation, utilization, and taming.
That is the right way to attract talented people.
Scrimgeour clenched his fist in response.
His eyes were filled with determination to win.
...By the way, why is that idiot Fudge so afraid of Ethan?
He's just a little kid who likes weird art.
It makes it sound like he's the leader of some evil organization.
The next day.
The Daily Prophet sold out as expected.
The front-page headline read: "[The biggest scandal in the Ministry of Magic in a century! Real or fake heroes? Step into Ethan Vincent's world and uncover the truth of that history!]"
The second page contains the headline: "Shocking! Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge Resigns! A Secret with a Certain Auror (Part 1)."
The third page features the headline: "Ethan Vincent Speaks Out Again! Completely Curing Werewolves? A Wild and Arrogant Claim!"
Ten servings per person.
This is another bombshell news story since Voldemort was killed by a baby!
Even wizards from faraway lands would send owls to buy dozens of newspapers.
But it made the headquarters of the Daily Prophet furious.
The sales of "Singing the Dissent" were actually on par with theirs!
the reason is simple.
Because of the central figure in this topic, Ethan Vincent granted an exclusive interview to The Quibbler!
His latest masterpiece is even featured there!
How could the Daily Prophet possibly compete with this?
can only say.
"Singing a Different Tune," that was damn prescient!
Hogwarts.
Inside the auditorium.
The students were making a lot of noise, and newspapers were spread out on every long table!
The content of the discussion.
It was yesterday, of course, that grand trial that shocked the entire magical world!
Even the "Judge's Stairs" roller coaster, which cuts through the Great Hall with unstoppable force and goes straight to the top of Hogwarts, is a testament to this.
Everything has been restored to its original state and preserved locally.
To allow everyone to visit and worship.
A row of food offerings has already been laid out on the ground!
Ethan Vincent, who was at the center of the discussion, seemed completely detached from it.
Unusually calm.
Quietly, smear the bread on your hands.
He captivated countless girls.
"Uh, well, Ethan."
Michael spoke cautiously.
On behalf of the students who dared not approach, they asked:
"Ethan, how exactly are you going to cure the werewolf?"
At the teachers' table.
Professor Snape pricked up his ears.
He glanced sideways at Ethan.
Even he, a master potion maker, could only improve the wolfsbane potion...
What are you going to do, you third-grade kid?
Ethan smiled slightly and said mysteriously:
"The key is Neville Longbottom."
According to this "green finger"
Previously, he had been entrusted with a batch of evening primrose seeds—a key ingredient in the potion to cure werewolves.
Soon they will be ripe!