bookbashuk Chapter 146 Slytherin, send me money!!
Chapter 146 Slytherin, send me money!!
Chapter 147 Slytherin, send me money!!
Upon hearing this...
The Slytherin students turned ashen-faced.
They wanted to shout, to slam their fists on the table and roar in protest!
Why should I?!
All five of them were broken!
One of them is the captain of a Quidditch team, and they're probably going to lose to Hufflepuff this year!
Why should we have to fulfill the bet?
Can't we just leave it at that?!
however.
They lacked Ethan's charisma and eloquence.
They stared at the silent gazes fixed on them from the auditorium, their eyes gradually turning to terror!
It was as if it had become an isolated island.
"We lost—"
The Slytherin said with a start, feeling ashamed.
For a fleeting moment.
He even wanted to lie in a hospital room like those five people.
A few seconds of deathly silence followed.
It was as if they had finally succumbed to the pressure from the entire college.
A tall, thin boy with harsh features stood up unsteadily.
"I, I am the Slytherin Prefect—and also the head of the Society, Yaxley—"
"On behalf of all Slytherin, I apologize to you."
Ethan blinked, looking at the male prefect who was standing on the ground like a stake.
Tilting his head, he sincerely suggested:
"I can't hear you. Aren't you going to come and talk to me?"
Do you think you can get it over with by just standing still?
You're dreaming.
...
The thin, tall man's face looked even paler.
Even in the dead of winter, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
No! No way!
You are a noble pureblood, how can you bow and scrape before a mud-blood?!
However, looking into those cobalt blue eyes that were staring at him...
Yaxley trembled violently from the depths of his soul.
My hands and feet moved on their own without my noticing.
Stiffly, amidst countless gazes, he walked step by step to Ethan.
"I apologize—"
Ethan squinted.
Lips open and close, uttering a single word:
"bow."
"Hmm!"
Yaxley's forehead was covered in even more sweat.
Facing the child in front of him, who was several years younger than him, sweat poured down his face like rain.
Yaxley glanced around and saw that Headmaster Dumbledore remained silent.
A wave of despair washed over me.
They gave up the struggle.
Trembling, slowly, slowly, they bowed down, their family's backs, which had stood proudly upright in front of others for hundreds of years.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Ethan Vincent. As a Slytherin prefect—I failed to manage my students properly, and I sincerely apologize to you—"
"Effective immediately, I am disbanding all affairs of the Slytherin Society—I will cease all activities—"
"Furthermore, we will keep the students in check and ensure they won't cause you any more trouble—"
Yaxley finished speaking.
Yet he still dared not straighten up.
"Anyway, there's no glory to speak of anymore, is there?"
Everyone in the auditorium was stunned.
When it actually happened, they were shocked to realize how incredible it was!
"I can actually see a male prefect of Slytherin bowing and apologizing to someone."
Percy stood there blankly, holding his hand up, completely unaware that he hadn't brought a cup.
"Merlin! He always looks down on me, and last time he even threw away the handkerchief I accidentally touched!"
On the other side, there was a "click" sound.
Colin, who loves taking photos, instinctively aimed at Ethan and the Slytherin prefect and pressed the shutter.
Ron: "Ha! Well done! Colin! Look at the Slytherins' faces! They look like they've eaten a turd! Hahahaha!!"
Harry couldn't help but laugh too.
It somewhat dispelled the gloom of last night.
He couldn't help but go to Snape's office.
The latter's terrifying expression both frightened and delighted Harry.
On the Hufflepuff table.
Cedric clenched his fist, which was the size of a sandbag, and stared at Ethan with piercing eyes!
So cool!!
Ethan, no wonder he's someone he'll follow for life!
There is so much more we can learn from Ethan.
So, what did Ethan do just now?
Cedric twisted his facial features.
Justin, standing nearby, exclaimed in horror, "Senior, are you having an epileptic seizure?!"
Cedric: "...—
He carefully placed his handsome features back in their original positions, his face expressionless.
Just then.
Suddenly.
A figure stood up at the Slytherin table.
Draco Malfoy.
In the public eye.
Malfoy, carrying a wooden box twice the size of a suitcase, walked steadily and proudly to Ethan.
A bright smile immediately bloomed on his face!
Ron was stunned: "Blood mother hell! Give me a basin, I'm going to throw up."
Malfoy: "Congratulations on your victory, Ethan."
"This is a small token of the Malfoy family's respect; please accept it."
Ethan calmly accepted it and opened the gold clasp.
In an instant, the burst of golden light almost blinded Ethan!
"Bang!"
Ethan slammed the lid shut, still shaken.
Whew, that was close!
It was almost swallowed up by the golden light!
Is this the corrupt power of money?
It's terrifying!
Seeing this, Malfoy's smile widened.
"The first layer contains some Galleons, roughly equivalent to a dozen Nimbus 2001s—"
"The second layer contains pearls, gemstones, and rare minerals—"
"The third layer contains potions, such as Felix Felicis—."
As Malfoy rattled off the menu-like introduction, Ethan's eyes gradually trembled.
The seemingly ordinary wooden box in my hand became more and more pleasing to the eye.
Ethan solemnly put away the wooden box.
Let him bear the sin of this money!
He patted Malfoy on the shoulder and gave him an approving look.
Malfoy couldn't help but grin.
This country bumpkin was getting more and more skilled and comfortable with his work. He glanced sideways and looked contemptuously at the dumbfounded prefect, Yaxley.
waste.
They don't even know how to give gifts.
It's doomed sooner or later.
At the teachers' table.
Professor McGonagall was puzzled.
Watching Ethan and Malfoy huddled together whispering to each other, I wondered what they were doing.
"Are we friends? Friendship is wonderful."
Flitwick, who has better hearing because he's mixed-race: I'm sweating bullets.
Unexpectedly, Ethan has already become a member of society before even leaving school.
It's the same person as above!
Malfoy's move.
It left a deep impression on the Slytherin students.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.
"...So, the Malfoys were the smartest ones after all—"
"We were too foolish before." "I'm going to write home in a little while." In the past, they would have utterly despised Malfoy's obsequious behavior!
But now.
The water in their brains has been knocked out.
suddenly see the light.
Who said Ethan was born of mud?
His blood is purer than anyone else's here!
Amidst admiring gazes from all around.
Ethan returned to his seat in Ravenclaw as if he were returning to the throne.
Come back fully loaded.
Their steps became much heavier.
"Here you go," Luna handed over a large sandwich and a plate of sliced apples. "Breakfast is over, have this to tide you over."
Ethan almost blurted out the word "Mom".
Michael watched with envy.
Childhood sweethearts, overflowing with wealth.
In this situation, one can only say -
father!!!
At this time.
On the podium.
Headmaster Dumbledore wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and said seriously:
"Now, let me explain what happened last night."
The auditorium fell silent.
Ethan leaned forward as he ate his sandwich, listening intently.
Dumbledore: "Please don't worry. The five Slytherin students are not in any danger."
"Last night, after taking the students to the infirmary, the professor and I also conducted a thorough examination of Hogwarts. We found nothing unusual."
"As long as I and the professors are here, we will ensure your safety."
"We will never allow evil to taint this pure land of Hogwarts!"