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

Chapter 145 Ethan's Feigning Pitifulness is Well-Perfect

Chapter 146 Ethan's Art of Playing the Victim is Quite Effective

Upon hearing this...

Mrs. Pomfrey was taken aback.

She had imagined many possible reactions from Ethan when he woke up.

Was it fear? Was it collapse? Or was it the joy of surviving a disaster?

But nothing.

It was as if the terrifying scene from last night had never happened.

They're still thinking about their bet with Slytherin!

Just like the blonde girl who left not long ago.

He was unusually quiet for his age.

Mrs. Pomfrey couldn't resist reaching out and touching Ethan's forehead.

I spent some time experiencing it.

murmured:

"No fever—"

Ethan assured him confidently, "Don't worry, I'm perfectly normal."

Under Mrs. Pomfrey's suspicious gaze, he put on his shoes and stood on the ground.

While wearing a long robe, he said leisurely:

"I just feel that since the bet was initiated by the other party, wouldn't it be impolite of me not to take it seriously?"

Mrs. Pomfrey was speechless.

She felt something was off, but looking at Ethan's innocent face, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

—Perhaps it's just a child's competitive spirit.

She finally thought.

At this time.

"Gurgle~"

Ethan's stomach rumbled twice.

I'm so hungry!

Ethan hissed.

Last night's adventure in the secret realm had greatly depleted his energy.

Ethan felt he could eat a whole cow now.

And that flashy purple fishing rod.

Ethan sensed that he had led it out of the secret realm.

It's in its leather bag, waiting to show its skills in the storm.

"Well then, I'll go eat now. Thank you for your care, Mrs. Pomfrey."

Ethan said politely and obediently.

That angelic smile melted the head nurse's heart.

All doubts vanished!

Ethan was just a poor, terrified little guy!

"Take care of yourself, stop staying up all night drawing. I've told you so many times, but you never listen, kid."

Mrs. Pomfrey complained.

He then slipped a handful of licorice candy into Ethan's pocket.

Ethan blinked and smiled, "Thank you~"

Although he doesn't really like sweets.

Before leaving.

Ethan gave the Slytherin statue of the five a final, wary look.

My gaze swept over their faces, still frozen in extreme fear.

He casually looked away.

Since you've issued the challenge, you have to bear the consequences.

Ethan walked briskly out of the school clinic and headed towards the auditorium.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows across Ethan's face.

He picked up a piece of licorice candy and crunched it in his mouth.

His expression changed, and he grinned, saying:

"Ah, so sweet—"

along the way.

Ethan didn't run into a single person.

They must have all gathered in the auditorium.

Ethan pushed open the door.

The moment they entered, the auditorium fell completely silent.

Countless gazes fell upon him.

There is concern, curiosity, and a desire to explore.

Another eyewitness to the terrifying ghost incident last night!

They were also among the only two who remained clear-headed and rational.

"Ethan, over here!"

Luna stood up at the Ravenclaw table and called out softly.

As if completely oblivious to the somber atmosphere in the auditorium, he waved his arm at Ethan.

Ethan smiled.

But he didn't go over there.

Instead, he turned and faced the Slytherin table.

In the public eye.

Ethan's clear and steady voice resounded throughout the auditorium:

"My esteemed and trustworthy Slytherins, it is time to fulfill our wager."

This statement came out.

The Slytherin students' expressions immediately changed!

If, during the Halloween test of courage, the Slytherin test-taker fails to pass the test set by Ethan.

The loser will have to apologize publicly and disband all their groups!

This is not only a fatal blow to Slytherin's honor, but also a destruction of a tradition that has been passed down for countless years!

This further proves that Ethan Vincent is better than them.

They should submit.

"Ha, how foolish."

Gemma Farley said softly, gracefully picking up a small tomato.

Only those who recognize the situation early on will survive this ongoing transformation.

Slytherin was as silent as if they were dead.

Professor Snape raised his eyebrows high in the teachers' seat.

Is Ethan trying to rebel?

Dumbledore said gently, "Mr. Vincent, I understand how you feel, but now may not be the time to discuss this."

Ethan listened patiently as Old Deng finished speaking.

He shook his head and said firmly, "No, you don't understand."

Headmaster Dumbledore:

".....

Or, how about you sit here?

Ethan looked up, glanced around, and slowly began to speak:

"They wanted me to risk my honor, and I did."

"They wanted me to give up my strongest methods, and I agreed."

"I agreed to everything."

"But now."

Ethan’s gaze fell on Headmaster Dumbledore, as deep and sharp as a falcon’s!

"I won, but they won't acknowledge it."

"If I don't speak up now and make things clear, and just try to get by like this..."

"I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to get back the respect I deserve!"

The voice echoed throughout the auditorium.

It was a resounding statement.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise.

I was just about to comfort Ethan:

It's not that I don't want it, but I have more important things to say right now.

but.

Then Ethan suddenly lowered his head.

A blush appeared around those usually calm and composed eyes!

"...I trained my members so hard. I believe that everyone has something to offer."

Ethan's voice was hoarse and weak.

She even choked up a little.

"As you've seen, if I hadn't instructed them to go easy on them, do you really think the Slytherin Trials would have made it to the end?"

Ethan looked up, his eyes sparkling in the light.

Anyone could tell at a glance from that pale and weak little face how much pain he had suffered!

"I just wanted to personally greet them on the third floor and chat with them."

"But who could have imagined—that something so terrible would happen?"

As he spoke, Ethan even gave a realistic shiver.

It seems that the shadow of last night still lingers.

Pitiful and helpless.

Ethan: "Does this mean that all my efforts, and those of my colleagues, can be taken away?"

"Does this mean those who want to use power to eradicate new life will escape the consequences?!"

Like the seduction of a demon.

Ethan's hoarse accusations echoed in everyone's ears.

In an instant, it captured the hearts of most of the people present.

"Oh—poor child."

Professor McGonagall clutched her chest, staring at Ethan, her eyes reddening.

"That child worked so hard, and then suffered such a terrible accident—we can't take away the only right he deserves..."

"Who was the evil person who orchestrated that attack!"

In an instant, they forgot how much of a devil Ethan had been in the past.

Professor Snape: ".—"

If Ethan's rights cannot be taken away, then what about Slytherin's?

All five have ended up in the school clinic. Who will speak up for them?!

Professor Flitwick wiped his eyes and exclaimed in a low voice, "What a strong child!"

Snape: No fucks to say.

Now, he's the only normal person left.

is it?

The atmosphere in the auditorium changed.

It happened in a flash.

All eyes turned to Dumbledore, the headmaster, on the stage.

They urged him to make a "verdict".

Headmaster Dumbledore:

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Behind her crescent-shaped glasses, her eyes gazed at the thin boy standing alone in the auditorium.

He easily stirred people's hearts with just a few words.

What a terrible child.

It seems that we can't proceed without getting this matter sorted out first.

Indistinctly.

Dumbledore always felt that something was amiss; there seemed to be an invisible thread connecting the attacks on Slytherin and Ethan.

Was the attacker Ethan?

No, that's impossible.

How could Ethan have found and opened the legendary "secret room" in his second year of high school?

Ha, unless Ethan is truly Merlin reincarnated, Khorne's chosen one, and Salazar Slytherin's spiritual successor.

Dumbledore even repented for having entertained the thought.

"—Alright, then do as you say, Vincent. You certainly deserve it."

"Dumbledore said slowly."

In an instant.

Snape's face darkened.

He almost crushed the gold cup with his bare hands.

Dumbledore turned to the completely frozen Slytherin students and said gently but firmly:

Now, please fulfill the conditions you previously agreed to. (Subtle, imperceptible)

Ethan's lips curled up for a fleeting moment.

The plan is in place.