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

Chapter 148 Ethan: So you stole my title?

Chapter 149 Ethan: So you stole my title?

"What's wrong, Qiu Zhang?"

"Choo Chang's good friend, Marietta Eckmore, leaned out and asked."

"No, it's nothing—"

Qiu Zhang held the origami crane in his hand as he walked.

But Marietta had already noticed the origami cranes.

Her eyes lit up, and she said enviously:

"It was the Round Table Council that sent you the message, wasn't it? — I so wish I could be a member of it; I'd do anything for them."

Marietta cupped her face in her hands and murmured.

Qiu Zhangshan laughed twice.

She pursed her lips and cautiously glanced at Ethan not far away.

Unintentionally, I made eye contact with Ethan.

"Woolen cloth!"

Qiu Zhang turned his head abruptly, only to feel his cheeks gradually burning.

"Oh, you're blushing?"

"My friend teased me."

"Stop fooling around."

Qiu Zhang playfully slapped Marietta, feeling both shy and a little delighted.

But then I thought about what the Round Table Council might ask her to do.

Qiu Zhang's expression darkened again.

throat.

Why can't Ethan join the Round Table Council? Why does he insist on forming his own organization?

I really can't understand it.

In recognition of Ethan's selfless dedication.

Dumbledore immediately added 100 points to Ravenclaw's score.

They generously provided the venue for Ethan to use at will.

In the hourglasses of the four academies, the blue hourglass immediately surged by a large margin.

She was originally on par with Gryffindor (Hermione's bonus).

Now, they've surged ahead of everyone else.

It forms a "凸" shape.

Ethan: smug; (-)

well.

Now, the "Hogwarts Destruction Plan" can proceed safely.

Dumbledore chuckled, "So, you're going to personally manage the club's training affairs, Mr. Vincent? I'm afraid that will conflict with your studies."

Ethan thought for a moment.

A name popped into my head.

Ethan smiled and looked up at Professor Lockhart, who was chuckling foolishly in response to the atmosphere.

I've decided on you from the very beginning! You're my free labor (slave)!

Ethan: "I would like to ask Professor Gilderoy Lockhart to manage this matter for me."

Lockhart, suddenly called out, jumped in surprise: "Huh? Me?"

Managing other people's affairs sounds like a thankless and exhausting task!

Lockhart was about to find an excuse to refuse when he suddenly remembered Mr. Lamp's order: "Unconditionally assist Ethan in all his requests."

What exactly is Ethan's relationship with that "Mr. Lamp"?

Damn it! Why did she have to fall for Ethan and not him?!

Lockhart said his talent had been insulted.

He jumped to his feet, managing a forced smile:

"Yes, of course, no problem! Vincent! I'd be happy to help you!"

snort!

Once I gain Mr. Lamp's favor, we'll see who listens to whom then!

Lockhart glared furtively at Ethan—[Mr. Lamp] himself.

My heart is filled with the optimistic spirit that "the big boss will definitely support me in the future".

really.

Some people develop a servile nature when they are whipped.

Ethan thought to himself.

He looked at Lockhart with pity, seeing his high spirits.

The morning assembly in the auditorium has finally come to an end.

The good news is that, in order to help everyone forget about last night's attack and relax, classes this morning have been cancelled.

After finishing his belated breakfast, Ethan downed a glass of pumpkin juice.

Luna and I strolled over to the library.

Ethan's mind was completely occupied with finding the "giant insect bait".

I accidentally bumped right into a "wall".

Ethan's nose slammed hard against the thick fur coat, and he cried out in pain.

They suffered the biggest blow since the start of the school year.

"Oh! It's you, Ethan!"

Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts' game master, second-place winner of the hybridization experiments, and wild Pokémon master, turned around and shouted gruffly:

"Sorry! I didn't see you just now. Are you alright?"

Ethan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, rubbed his numb nose, and shook his head.

I was just about to say "It's okay"

"Don't shout in the library! Otherwise, I'll have to ask you to leave!"

Mrs. Pince, the librarian, glared angrily at Hagrid.

Then, turning to Ethan, she said gently, "Good morning, child. Here, would you like some chocolate?"

A hint of concern appeared on her usually sharp and sarcastic face.

Clearly, they had heard about what happened last night.

Hagrid: "..."

This discrimination is too obvious!

Ethan suppressed a laugh and said obediently, "No need, thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Pince."

"I want to find books about insects, preferably large insects."

Mrs. Pince: "Fifth row of bookshelves on the left, dear."

"Ahem," Hagrid cleared his throat and asked, "Um, about the book on spiders—"

"Go find it yourself! I'm busy!"

Mrs. Pince immediately turned into a demon and glared at him as she walked away.

"puff."

Ethan couldn't help but chuckle.

Looking at the tall, mixed-race giant, he stood there pitifully, frozen in place.

She reached out and tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "Come with me, Hagrid. All these science books are together."

Hagrid immediately breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ethan gratefully: "Oh—"

Before Hagrid could be kicked out for speaking loudly, Ethan quickly shushed him and pulled him toward the bookshelf.

"The Complete Encyclopedia of Insects," "One Hundred Pests," "If I Married an Insect," "The Taste of Insect Mouthparts" —?

Ethan's fingers, which had been tracing the spine of the book, stopped, and he typed a question mark.

Something's wrong with you.

Ethan is carefully selecting.

the other side.

Hagrid had already hurriedly grabbed a pile of books and rushed towards Mrs. Pince.

He turned and shouted to Ethan:

"Thank you, Ethan! Come visit my cabin sometime—I'll be back in a bit; I've been a little busy lately!"

Ethan raised an eyebrow.

Watching this mixed-race giant, as if his pants were on fire, he grabbed his books and ran off in a panic.

—What happened in the Forbidden Forest again?

Did Hagrid want to catch spiders for the Norwegian Ridgeback mother and baby to eat, so they could join the family?

Ethan had no idea what this beast fanatic was thinking.

He shook his head, picked up the books he had chosen, and walked toward the long table.

Luna had already secured her spot.

"I'm doing my history homework," Luna said cheerfully, showing Ethan the neat, beautiful handwriting on the parchment: "Fairy Rebellion."

I think Professor Binns wouldn't mind if I added the story of a legendary fifth-grade transfer student below the main text.

Ethan: "That's historical fact. It's just that it was so shocking to the world that it was hidden and distorted by later generations."

"Just like a locked room."

Ethan's voice was not loud.

But perhaps it's because everyone else is paying attention to this side.

The moment that word was uttered, the library fell silent.

The sound of turning pages and the rustling of writing have disappeared.

The students looked at each other, and then a Hufflepuff boy mustered up the courage to step forward and approach Ethan.

"Hey, do you remember me? I'm Justin from Hufflepuff. I sat next to you during the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Ethan nodded: "I remember now."

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

That wasn't two months ago.

Sorry, I don't have a habit of remembering boys' names.

Justin got hard, but didn't seem to care.

Please, the other person is Ethan Vincent!

You're very busy, right?

Although, no one knows what he's busy with.

Justin exclaimed excitedly, "You saw it too, didn't you? The words written in blood on the wall!"

"The secret room is now open. Please prepare yourselves!"

Filch tried desperately to wipe it off, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it off!

Ethan nodded.

I not only know.

I wrote it down myself.

"Do you know what?"

Justin said mysteriously, moving closer to Ethan—Ethan leaned back.

"Actually, we have a guess as to who opened the secret room!"

Ethan asked in surprise, "Who?"

Could it be that she's already starting to doubt him?

Is this a test?

Indeed, I stood out quite a bit in this incident.

It's normal to be suspected.

Ethan's heart began to race.

Adrenaline is released, making the blood boil.

His cobalt blue eyes lit up with excitement.

What an exciting development it would be if Justin said his name!

Justin: "Don't be scared when I tell you. It's a—"

Yes! Say that name out loud: "Harry Potter".

Ethan: "Oh—oh?"

Ethan froze, his excitement frozen in his eyes.

Who?

Harry Potter?

Why is he a savior?

Why?

At this time.

Lipala.

A voice came from behind Justin.

Ethan and he both turned their heads to look.

Harry Potter was standing a few steps away from the "one who opened the Chamber of Secrets".

Several books lay at his feet, and his face was extremely grim.

In addition, there are Hermione and Ron, who are almost inseparable.

Justin: !!!

Ethan: Oh ho.

"I...I didn't say anything!"

The Hufflepuff boy yelled and was kicked out of the library by Mrs. Pince...

7

An awkward silence fell between Ethan and Harry's trio.

Ethan

Hermione cried out in bewilderment.

Ron puffed out his cheeks and remained silent.

Harry raised his fist. He wasn't angry at Ethan, of course; he just didn't know how to deal with him.

What if Ethan believes it?

If Ethan also avoids him like the plague—

Harry had no idea how devastating the blow would be to him.

Harry mustered his courage and looked up!

He met Ethan's fierce gaze.

Harry: ?

There was no fear or disgust.

It was mixed with incomprehension and resentment.

It's as if Harry stole a piece of Ethan's meat sometime ago.

Ethan: So you stole my title?

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"—.Pupi."

Harry finally couldn't help but laugh.

The previous worries and tensions vanished.

As expected of Ethan, he cannot be judged by conventional thinking.

Harry thought with a sense of peace and contentment.

The trio sat down opposite Ethan and Luna.

Ethan: "So, why are you rumored to be the one who opened the secret room?"

Harry, feeling frustrated, told Ethan the story of how he followed the voice and was the first to discover the Scarlet Letter.

"—It must have been spread by some ghost, after all, a death anniversary banquet was being held at the time."

So, it's just a coincidence?

"Well," Ethan muttered, patting Harry's pi. "Luckily."

Being treated as a criminal is like drawing the werewolf card in Werewolf; it must be quite interesting.

Harry: ? ? ?

Although he still didn't understand Ethan's thought process, Harry was unexpectedly comforted.

Just as what you consider a catastrophe might be a trivial matter to others, Dong Guo might downplay it.

My mood improved without me even realizing it.

Harry finally broke into a smile.

Hermione brought up another topic: "By the way, we ran into Hagrid on our way here."

"He told us that his 'good friend' in the Forbidden Forest had recently run into some trouble."