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

Chapter 170 Sunrise at Hogwarts

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"Ethan Vincent—one!!!"

Ethan: "I'm here."

Snape choked again.

I wish I could turn this glib-tongued brat into a toad and soak him in his cauldron!

Snape closed his eyes and looked around.

I saw a group of students lying on the ground, silent.

Snape: ? ! !

What's going on?!

The last thing I remember is realizing something was wrong and rushing out of the office.

Suddenly everything went black, and the connection went dead.

Just because he fainted for a moment, Hogwarts is doomed? ???

Snape clutched his aching back and anxiously got up from the ground.

Turn a Slytherin student over and check his breath.

Seeing that he was still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I felt my heart return to normal.

"They're just asleep."

A gentle voice sounded from behind.

Snape: !!

My heart, which had just calmed down, jumped up again.

It was clearly very pleasant to hear.

Snape felt a chill run down his spine, a cold shiver running down his back.

I turned my head to look.

I saw Ethan smiling, standing with his hands behind his back in the dimly lit corridor.

Bathed in the cold moonlight, his face had a ghostly, ivory-like texture.

In an instant, Snape understood everything.

He murmured, "What have you done—? Why did you do all this?"

Upon hearing this...

Ethan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Can we say he truly lives up to his reputation as a former Death Eater?

They are more perceptive than ordinary wizards.

Ethan smiled: "I didn't do anything. If I had to say, I was helping everyone."

With this experience, I'll be able to remain more calm and composed when facing Voldemort's attacks in the future.

Ethan nodded.

Nobody knows Defense Against the Dark Arts better than me (gestures).

Didn't do anything?

I'd rather believe you're the Minister of Magic!

Snape was furious.

She desperately wanted to grab Ethan's shoulders, shake him violently, and loudly question him, "What have you done?"

call.

Snape took a deep breath to calm his raging emotions.

He stared intently at Ethan.

I wanted to see a hint of guilt and nervousness on his hateful face.

however.

not at all.

Impeccable.

It's like genuinely believing from the bottom of your heart that you haven't done anything wrong.

Are your standards of judgment based on the underworld?

Snape: "I think I have to go and report all this to Headmaster Dumbledore."

Ethan said warmly, "Shall I help you over?"

Snape:

He angrily shoved Ethan aside with a flick of his sleeve.

He walked away angrily, with a limp and a limp.

Ethan: The part about being old came up suddenly.

Snape suddenly turned around.

It wasn't that he heard Ethan's inner thoughts, but rather he said in a low, hoarse voice:

"I'll be keeping an eye on you... You better not give me any reason to catch you doing something wrong."

talking.

Snape gave Ethan a deep look.

Putting aside the bizarre thought processes...

Ethan was indeed the most talented wizard he had ever seen in his decades of life.

Voldemort?

Voldemort wasn't that evil.

From Ethan's nonchalant attitude.

This also shows that Ethan and Dumbledore have reached some kind of unspoken consensus.

...Pfft, that dizzy old bee.

Snape snorted.

He won't be fooled so easily.

Even if Ethan tries to blackmail him with Lily, she is still... a dead person.

He will definitely find a weakness in Ethan and teach that brat a lesson for his despicable face!

Snape thought grimly.

the other side.

Ethan watched Professor Snape disappear around the corner.

A slight smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

Correct.

That's what makes it fun!

How can you call yourself a Hogwarts family without any challenges?

"It's a pity that summer vacation is almost here... I really hope the next semester comes soon, dear Professor Snape~"

Ethan smiled and said slowly.

He was humming "London Bridge is collapsing."

With light steps, they went to find the next professor.

The figure was hidden in the shadows of the night.

When the entire Hogwarts was reawakened.

It was almost midnight.

The pitch-black night outside the window was veiled by a thin layer of gray-white gauze, obscuring the stars.

"Senior Penelope, I'm really okay."

Squeezed into his senior's overly enthusiastic embrace, Ethan's face flushed, and he mumbled incoherently.

"I was worried because you hadn't returned, and then the attack suddenly happened! I thought... Merlin! I'm so glad you're alright!"

Penelope choked up.

He held Ethan tightly, rubbing him incessantly.

The other awakened students, as if they had found their pillar of support, gathered around Ethan.

He kept calling out, "Ethan, Ethan."

It reminded Ethan of a baby bird waiting to be fed.

Ethan pushed away his senior's gentle embrace and said in a deep voice, "This attack was just an appetizer."

"After all, it was just that Hogwarts was blown up and the entire school was fast asleep, which attracted the Minister of Magic."

Everyone:

"..."

This is just an appetizer?!

How terrifying must the real "main course" be?!

Ethan: "We cannot rely on the mercy of our enemies; we must become strong ourselves!"

"Powerful enough that when the next crisis arrives, I can raise my wand and fight back against the enemy."

Like a light shining in the darkness.

Ethan's words invigorated the students who were initially afraid.

"Yes, how can we always rely on others? We need to stand up for ourselves!"

"As expected of Ethan, he remained calm in the face of danger. Even after such a horrific attack, he was able to lead everyone to regroup!"

"With Ethan around, the Beacon of Light Society truly embodies the spirit of Ravenclaw!"

Listening to the admiring comments from the crowd, Ethan smirked with satisfaction.

Just then.

Ethan!

Ethan turned his head and saw Harry waving and running towards him.

Beside him, a house-elf followed.

Upon seeing him, she stared wide-eyed in terror, screamed, and vanished in a flash.

Ethan touched his face and thought:

Do elves have a different aesthetic sense than humans?

What's so scary about me?

"Ethan!"

Harry came running up, panting, just about to say something.

In an instant, however, he was met with countless sharp gazes.

—Why Harry again?

A series of suspicious gazes pierced Harry, making his heart feel as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

It was clearly he who stood up against evil.

But they are always suspected.

Just because he speaks Parsley? Harry clenched his fists, but was too exhausted to utter a single word in rebuttal.

Slowly lowering his head, the excitement and exhilaration gradually cooled down.

A hand pressed firmly on his shoulder.

Harry was jolted awake.

Looking up, I met Ethan's firm yet gentle smile.

"Here, Harry, have something to eat. You must be exhausted."

Ethan said softly.

In his hand, he held a bright red apple, as red as blood.

Harry stared blankly at Ethan.

Under the moonlight streaming through the nitrogen box outside the window, Ethan's face was flawless and porcelain white.

Her smile was perfect.

It looks as if it were carefully painted on with a paintbrush.

For some reason, this gave Harry a jolt.

I think I saw it; it was a hissing snake flicking its tongue.

"—..—It seems to be, [Mr. Lamp]."

Harry shook his head violently, trying to banish the thought from his mind.

Dobby must have said a lot of strange things to him to make him think that way.

Ethan has been working hard to lead everyone in the fight against evil!

"Thank you."

Harry hesitated before taking the bright red apple.

Crystal clear, plump and round.

It's as if it was created specifically to tempt people.

Ethan: "This is a magical apple that can restore all your magic and stamina. You must be exhausted."

"—" Harry squeezed the apple tighter, looked down, and murmured hoarsely, "Thank you, Ethan."

Ethan smiled.

Turning his head, he looked at the uneasy faces, and his smile turned cold.

Remaining silent.

Until someone couldn't take it anymore and murmured an apology to Harry.

"I'm sorry, Harry—."

I shouldn't have doubted you—

"We clearly don't know anything; we're just guessing."

Amidst the cacophony of voices.

Harry stared blankly at the scene.

He stepped forward not for praise, but simply to protect everything he cherished from being taken away again.

But everyone wants to be appreciated for their efforts.

Just because of one of Ethan's actions, one of his glances.

The wind direction then changed.

Who exactly is Ethan?

Harry, holding the red apple, suddenly felt as if he had sold his soul to the devil.

—I feel great.

"Look, Harry."

Harry looked up when he heard this.

I saw Ethan looking out the window.

Those cobalt blue eyes peered through the glass, gazing at the vast world beyond Hogwarts.

"Look, the sun is rising."

Ethan turned around and smiled.

A faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the dim horizon.

The faint morning light pierced the darkness, spreading across the ravaged ancient castle and illuminating Ethan's face.

Half light.

— It's like whipping you while simultaneously increasing your armor value.

Looking at the unwavering smile on Ethan's lips.

Harry paused, then the pent-up frustration in his heart vanished.

He laughed too.

He looked down and took a bite of the apple with a snap.

My eyes lit up!

WC! Ice!

It was so sweet that it made Harry feel like he was floating on air.

The locked-room mystery has successfully concluded.

After all, the culprit himself has come out in a big way.

The good news for students is that final exams have been cancelled.

And the members of the Ravenclaw Round Table.

Every day feels like sitting on pins and needles.

One of the reasons is that their club president, Arthur, was found in the girls' restroom on the third floor.

There are obvious signs of excessive use of dark magic on his body.

Or rather, they're not even being used like humans anymore.

Although Arthur's condition was so dire that the school did not pursue the matter further.

But anyone with eyes can see that.

Arthur definitely didn't do anything good.

The president of the Round Table Council is actually connected with evil forces!

Suddenly, the Round Table Council became an object of contempt for everyone.

Until several weeks later.

At the final dinner of the semester.

"The eyes are tight."

Arthur, barely regaining his human form, staggered into the Great Hall.

His body was wrapped in bandages, leaving irreversible damage.

The auditorium fell silent.

All the students turned to look.

Ethan was no exception.

They met eyes.

Arthur shuddered, and then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he walked with difficulty toward Ethan.

this action.

The former members of the Round Table Council shuddered, on the verge of tears!

Good heavens! Please stop "embellishing" my resume!!

Arthur stared intently at Ethan.

His eyes blazed with boundless hatred, and a hint of barely concealed fear.

His years of hard work, his future—everything was destroyed!

I can only live as a worthless person despised by everyone.

It's more painful than death.

You are clearly the culprit!

Why? Why was it me who had everything taken away?!

Arthur had completely forgotten.

When the war with Ethan began, there were questions about Ethan.

The "yes" answers I gave myself.