bookbashuk Chapter 207 Sirius has been adjusted
Chapter 207 Sirius has been adjusted
Chapter 208 Sirius has been adjusted (sad)
The emblem, though faded, still carries the pride of the Black family.
With Ethan's devilish whispers.
It was as if an invisible hand had taken hold of him.
Yi Yiming was just a teenager, around ten years old.
However, standing before Sirius Black, this unruly and battle-hardened man...
I felt a monarchical aura!
After a long silence.
Sirius lowered his head.
He clenched his fists and said in a hoarse voice:
"I cut ties with the insane and incompetent Black family a long time ago... Don't try to intimidate me with that stuff."
"but."
Sirius raised his head and looked directly into Ethan's eyes:
"If you swear you won't hurt Harry and won't join Voldemort, I'll take you to the ancestral home."
just now.
Sirius Black's most cherished possession in this world is his godson, Harry.
Harry indirectly lost his parents because of the change of the Secretkeeper.
A flicker of pain crossed Sirius's eyes.
As for Dumbledore...
Sirius thinks...
If this brat really has the ability to attack Dumbledore.
The throne of the third Dark Lord is now his.
Ethan immediately replied, "Of course. I swear."
He's not the prophesied Dark Lord.
How could someone who is kind and righteous do something to harm the savior?
Geng Huanglun associated with Voldemort.
That's downgrading themselves!
He is none other than the esteemed "Mr. Lamp".
Ethan raised his hand: "I swear: I will never associate with Voldemort."
"As Ethan Vincent, I would never hurt Harry Potter."
As "Ethan Vincent"?
Sirius frowned, instinctively feeling something was off.
But then, he chuckled to himself.
Could Ethan possibly have a second identity?
After being stuck in Azkaban for so many years, I've become paranoid.
He watched as a faint radiance wrapped around Ethan's arm.
They disappeared without a trace.
Then I was completely relieved.
He opened his mouth and said:
"Alright. As long as you find a chance to leave Hogwarts, I can take you to the ancestral home."
There's a problem.
Ethan pinched his index finger and thumb together, making an "OK" gesture.
Dementors guard the entrances and exits.
Hogwarts does not yet have Apparition.
But he still has the portal!
The illusionary teleportation restriction has nothing to do with the portal!
Ethan sighed softly:
"I'm so kind. I never even thought about fighting my way out."
Sirius:
You really have no sense of propriety at all.
This perfectly solves the problem of visiting the Blake family's ancestral home.
Ethan smiled with delight.
He plans to find a free holiday.
Explore the Blake family home in detail.
Ancient magic, here I come!
Once you master this powerful magic...
What kind of fairy is this, what kind of gatekeeper is this?
They could only obediently be beaten to their knees by me, then dragged home and coughed.
Stop thinking. Stop thinking.
Ethan was filled with anticipation.
I wish I could share this joy with Principal Dumbledore.
but.
Let's wait and see!
Wait for the right opportunity, and then give the elderly principal a big surprise!
Ethan nodded confidently.
Looking at Sirius Black, who was covered in dirt and looked emaciated.
He said lightly:
"My man, your vagrant style may be avant-garde, but you'd better get it fixed."
Sirius:
A good person's words.
Sirius Black chuckled, "Ha, what 'subordinates'!"
"At most, we're just business partners—" He suddenly stopped speaking.
His mouth was open.
His eyes were fixed on the table full of food that had suddenly appeared in front of him.
There were large platters of roasted chicken legs, fresh fruit, bread that smelled of wheat... and even a whole bucket of juice!
"Glug!"
Sirius swallowed loudly, hearing his stomach, which had been tasting the best meat he'd had in years—rat meat—rumble incessantly.
Look up again.
Then Ethan waved his wand.
The ground shook.
A bathtub large enough to fit ten people appeared beneath the serpentine statue.
then.
Hot water gushed from the snake's mouth.
In no time, the bathtub was filled.
Hot gas is escaping from the nitrogen box.
Ethan smiled: "We'll have to make do with what we have."
Sirius: (mouth)
Is this paradise?
No, no!
He wouldn't be so easily bought off by mere external things. Ethan: "Oh, right. I'll give you a little makeover later. I'll let you see Harry tomorrow."
Just right.
Sirius could be sent to teach Hagrid.
Upon hearing the word "Harry".
Sirius's eyes widened in surprise.
His figure quickly transformed.
A large black dog appeared in the same spot.
It lay on its back, belly exposed.
He stuck his tongue out at Ethan with a snorting sound, his eyes sparkling.
Can I go see Harry?!
Who said this owner is bad? This owner is wonderful!!!
"Woof!"
the next day.
The first day of school.
At breakfast, Ethan looked at his class schedule.
He took courses in ancient runes and magical creature conservation.
Ravenclaw has no classes during the first period in the morning.
The first potions class of the semester will begin at 10:15.
For most junior wizards.
The first period of the semester was Snape's Potions class, and I felt like I wanted to die.
Michael slumped on the table, utterly dejected, and said:
"It's over."
"Professor Snape has been wearing a gloomy face since the beginning of the semester, for some reason."
"Last night, I even gave a good scolding to a Slytherin freshman who stepped into the common room with his left foot first!"
"That almost caused the freshman to be transferred to another hospital on the spot."
Ethan: "Hmph~ I wonder who offended him this time."
talking.
He casually spread jam on his bread slices.
Michael squinted his eyes suspiciously.
He knew that.
Last night, Ethan and Harry were summoned to the headmaster's office together.
Just then.
"Ethan!"
Hermione came running over, her voice cheerful.
With a "bang," a heavy stack of books was slammed onto the dining table.
The tableware shook twice.
Michael: !!
No wonder the top student in the grade was driven away by this academic tycoon.
Michael, the academic underachiever, rolled away smoothly.
Hermione sat down and excitedly said to Ethan:
"May I see your class schedule? Our ancient magic script should be taught together!"
Ethan laughed and said, "Haha, I'm really looking forward to it."
I looked at the disheveled little girl with amusement.
She held her class schedule with utmost care, as if she had received some priceless treasure.
A sudden inspiration struck me.
asked:
"When do you have your divination classes?"
Hermione: "The first period is at nine today! You don't have class at that time! Do you want to come with me?"
Hermione's eyes sparkled.
His eager appearance reminded Ethan of a begging squirrel.
He smiled and nodded, saying:
"OK."
Hermione immediately raised her arms and cheered, "Yay!"
She jumped up and grabbed Ethan's sleeve:
"Let's hurry up! Otherwise we won't get a front-row seat!"
After two months, I can finally attend class with Ethan again!
Hermione was very excited.
Ethan was also very curious.
With his involvement, will the prophecy be any different?
but.
Anyway, it's just a regular class I'm going to audit.
Nothing will happen.
I ahhh! You, you are 'ominous'! Utterly 'ominous'!!!
"Snapped!"
The sound of a teacup shattering echoed through the deathly silent classroom.
Amidst swirling smoke.
Ethan raised his eyebrows.
Trelawney looked at the divination professor who had collapsed to the ground.
She felt as if the Dark Lord was rising from the classroom.
Terrified to the extreme, his eyes were wide open like a house-elf's.
He pointed at himself with his thin, long fingers, trembling.
Ethan lowered his head in embarrassment:
"It's not that ordinary."
Ominous?
It seems.
Your third eye isn't wide enough.
Under the blank stares of Harry, Ron, and the other students.
Under Hermione's admiring gaze.
Ethan stood up.
With a flick of the wand, it transformed into a paintbrush.
Smiling, he walked slowly toward his beloved Professor Trelawney.
Is the third eye not clear?
No problem, I'm here to help, being both kind and helpful.