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

Chapter 160 The actors are in place! The grand performance begins!

Chapter 161 The actors are in place! The grand performance begins!

Back to school day.

The Hogwarts Express.

On the crowded platform, the deep red train roared.

It spewed out a stream of hot steam and began to run with a clanging sound.

Mr. Lovegood was mistaken for a strange man on his way here because of his attire.

He was caught and questioned for a long time.

So Ethan and Luna boarded the train at the last minute.

They carried their suitcases and weaved through the crowded, narrow passageways.

Ethan found it a little strange.

Previously, other students would give way to him with enthusiasm and humility whenever they saw him.

Why do I feel like I'm leaning towards him today?

When a Hufflepuff boy bumped into him, his terrified expression turned to relief.

Ethan concluded that this was not an illusion.

"Make way! Make way! Make way for the heir of Slytherin! The most evil wizard has arrived?"

Ethan abruptly turned his head, squinted, and looked ahead.

The great savior Harry Potter was seen walking down the corridor, surrounded by the Weasley twins, his face grim.

It's as if Harry might suddenly stick out his teeth and spit out venom.

The surrounding students all quickly moved away.

Harry froze upon seeing Ethan.

She looked shy, as if she wanted to go forward but didn't dare to.

How come you've turned into "Harley" after just one holiday?

Ethan tapped the Hufflepuff boy's forehead with his finger and pushed it away.

He stepped forward and said admiringly, "Harry, you've changed so much in just a few days; you should be treated with new respect."

After just one Christmas, he was promoted to "Slytherin's successor".

Kind of!

Harry:

Harry choked, but saw that Ethan's admiring gaze seemed genuine.

I suddenly felt a mix of amusement and exasperation.

As expected of Ethan, his focus is always so unique.

The frustration in my heart dissipated considerably at once.

Harry: "That's right—"

Harry explained angrily.

Ethan understood.

It turns out that during the Christmas holidays, Harry spoke to the snake that Malfoy summoned during his club training match.

He was mistakenly accused of controlling a snake to attack his classmates.

Therefore, he became the enemy of the entire school.

...Does Malfoy only know that one spell?

Ethan felt he needed to make time to have a proper talk with Malfoy.

However, this makes him a public enemy; I've never seen anything like it before...

Harry: "They even said Voldemort wanted to get rid of me because he didn't want a second 'Demonic'!"

Harry was both angry and aggrieved.

Facing Ethan, she felt as if she were facing a kind elder, and couldn't help but spill the beans.

Ethan raised an eyebrow: "That's a bit much."

"The term 'demon' is too early for you. They're trying to kill you with praise!"

Ethan stared, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Harry: ...Hmm, I don't think that's what I meant.

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"Besides..."

Ethan turned his head and met a series of terrified gazes that he couldn't avoid.

The card appeared in his hand.

"The Door in the Eyes," combined with the "Magnification Spell," is activated!

"call!"

With the sunlight gone, the carriage suddenly became dark.

Outside the window, a huge eye opened.

The pitch-black pupils were pressed tightly against the glass, like an open door, making one feel as if their soul had been sucked in.

"Gurgle."

His eyes darted around, scanning the faces that were frozen in shock.

Half a second later.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Inside the carriage, a series of piercing screams erupted!

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Harry and the Weasley twins stared wide-eyed at the scene that had instantly turned into a disaster movie.

In the chaos, Ethan turned around.

He flashed a pure and innocent smile and said in his clear and gentle voice:

"To be called a 'demon,' you have to be at least this good."

"What's the big deal about a mere snake language?"

Harry thought so.

My knowledge is too limited.

There is still so much, so much to learn from Ethan.

Ethan: "Harry, what kind of person you want to be is not determined by your background or everything you have."

Harry was taken aback.

Why did you suddenly start speaking like a human?

However, it is undeniable.

He has indeed been troubled and conflicted lately.

The Sorting Hat actually suggested he go to Slytherin... ::

As if he could read minds, Ethan said, "The Sorting Hat even told me to go to Azkaban. Did I go?"

"That's a plan for the future."

Harry: Please, never again.

"The key lies in your actions. How you choose to conduct yourself."

Ethan looked directly into Harry's bewildered green eyes and said, word by word:

"I believe you did not open the secret room."

Because I was the one who opened the secret room.

Ethan, as if he'd been there before, patted Harry on the shoulder and turned to leave.

It naturally occupies the empty space that was scared away by eyeballs.

Harry was stunned.

Ignoring the process of terrorism.

Isn't Ethan also trying to comfort him in his own way?

They still so firmly believe he's innocent...

Harry was deeply moved.

I couldn't help but sigh, "Ethan is such a kind and warm-hearted person..."

The Weasley Twins: ? ? ?

"Brother, you should get your head checked."

Harry was so moved that he ignored her.

I thought:

No wonder so many people are willing to follow Ethan.

They must have been drawn to Ethan's genuine sense of justice and kindness, just like I have.

The Hogwarts dinner party.

Principal Dumbledore delivered an important speech.

The incident was described as dangerous, but the authorities also assured that they would do everything in their power to protect the students.

As he spoke, Dumbledore glanced warily at Ethan.

Meeting his gaze, Ethan gave him a bright, reassuring smile.

So Dumbledore turned back around with a sense of relief.

Please make sure to travel in groups, and do not easily believe rumors.

Just then.

"Bang!"

The auditorium doors were suddenly opened.

Everyone was startled and turned to look, where they saw a tall and strong figure.

He was wrapped in a thick, dark brown fur coat and wore a felt hat, which was not typical of the British style.

A chill emanated from him, making the surrounding temperature drop.

On the Ravenclaw table.

Someone exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Arthur!"

The newcomer paid no attention to the gazes of others, striding confidently into the hall. In the candlelight, his face was as hard as a marble sculpture, exuding an imposing aura without anger.

But there were two dark circles under his eyes.

It was as if his vital energy had been drained, revealing a sense of weakness.

Ethan frowned and let out a soft "hmm".

Strangely, the magical fluctuations were visible in the field of vision; the young man was shrouded in a layer of corrupt and dark magical energy.

very familiar.

Because that is precisely the magic of Tom Riddle's diary.

The young man walked down from the podium and nodded to Principal Dumbledore.

Then he turned his head and looked around the auditorium.

His gaze lingered on the Ravenclaw table for a second.

He said in a deep voice, "I am Arthur, the current president of the Round Table Council."

"Having heard that Hogwarts is in a major crisis, I ended the exchange student program early and returned from Durmstrang."

"I hereby, on behalf of the Round Table Council, swear that we will absolutely bring the mastermind behind this locked-room mystery to the bottom!"

"I will prove to you that in Ravenclaw, only our Round Table Council is a truly worthwhile society to join."

This statement came out.

The auditorium erupted in uproar!

Harry frowned deeply.

Because he remembered that it was this very Round Table Council that had aggressively seized him, calling him the "murderer."

Now, they're even implying in public that their Enlightenment Society is no good!

Is he that brave?!

Harry instinctively looked at Ethan.

To my surprise, the latter showed a relieved smile.

It's like seeing a subhuman with low intelligence.

"...The villain's elaborate schemes are no match for a fool's quick wit."

Ethan murmured with emotion.

"I've locked my diary in the closet, but there are still idiots who try to jump into the fire."

This excludes the possibility that the other person has kidney deficiency.

The other person's appearance clearly showed that they had been absorbed by the diary.

It's likely that he offered his life to Tom remotely through some kind of ritual.

In exchange for power that can be obtained simply by spending time and effort.

What should I do?

Ah, the answer is quite simple, isn't it?

Since Tom intends to use this demi-human to fight against himself.

Then he might as well not be polite and wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

Ethan smiled.

A cruel yet playful smile, like a cat catching a mouse, appeared in his cobalt blue eyes.

Isn't the goal to catch the real culprit?

Then I'll give you that chance.

After all, I'm such a kind and good person in the following weeks.

Ethan was preparing for the grand performance he envisioned.

Despite the fact that the president of the Roundtable Council walks around with his head held high every day.

No further attacks occurred.

The tense atmosphere gradually dissipated.

Even Harry isn't so "terrifying" anymore.

But judging from his face, which was even colder than before, it was hard to tell that he had also let go of the matter.

Easter holiday arrived.

In the midst of the chaos as second graders began selecting courses for third graders, the shadow of the locked-room mystery seemed to be completely forgotten.

In the library.

Michael slumped on the table and muttered, "Why didn't they teach us a class on uniform fetish? I think I really need it."

Ron: "Why should I learn potions? What's the point!"

Hermione: "Why do you guys always have so many 'whys'? Can you please stop complaining?!"

Harry chuckled twice, looked at Ethan, and asked curiously, "Ethan, what classes did you choose?"

Upon hearing this, Hermione immediately perked up her ears.

Ethan: "Ancient runes and Magical Creatures Conservation class, hmm, I'm considering adding divination."

Divination is too mystical.

Ethan was still hesitating.

Ron looked on with awe: "I've heard that ancient runes are extremely difficult—"

Michael: "Moreover, the future job market is very narrow, with most jobs being in research."

Ethan shrugged: "Just a hobby."

"And I'm very smart."

Ethan smiled.

Michael and Ron immediately let out a wail of pain.

Ron: "Oh, Hermione, how did you manage to get them all? You know, some of the classes overlap!"

Hermione: "Mind your own business when it comes to academic high-achievers."

Ethan glanced at Hermione but remained silent.

He took out a red stone from his pocket and began to carve it carefully with a carving knife.

Harry leaned closer again: "What's this?"

Ethan smiled mysteriously.

"This is a wonderful tool that we will be using soon."

Under the carving knife, the rough stone gradually takes on the shape of a spider.

at last.

Before the final exams.

Ethan is all ready.

Now you can head to the secret room and begin this grand performance that has been in preparation for a whole semester.