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

Chapter 143 Professor McGonagall: Poor Ethan! The attackers were wicked.

Chapter 144 Professor McGonagall: Poor Ethan! The attackers were wicked.

The song ended.

Ethan caught the sound of hurried footsteps heading up to the third floor.

He released Luna's hand and gave a graceful bow.

Luna lifted her skirt and gave a playful bow.

Her golden hair cascaded down like tassels, perfectly complementing her white tulle dress.

then.

The two exchanged a glance.

They both pulled out their wands and aimed them at each other.

Ethan raised the corners of his mouth, gazing into Luna's clear, lake-like eyes, and smiled:

May our pursuit of knowledge be endless.

next second.

"Fainted and collapsed to the ground."

Two spells flashed by.

Two figures fell to the ground.

Followed by.

Three figures rushed in.

The view inside.

Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape all paused, their eyes widening in surprise.

"oh!"

Professor McGonagall gasped and lunged forward.

I knelt down beside them and gently brushed their hair aside.

"It's Ethan and Luna... How could this happen..."

Seeing the student lying unconscious on the ground, Professor McGonagall felt heartbroken.

Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I remember Miss Lovegood didn't collapse here earlier..."

"She must have woken up, was terrified, and tried to find Ethan, only to be attacked again."

The three people present looked grim upon recalling that piercing scream.

"Oh, poor child."

Dumbledore sighed, waved his wand, and a gentle magic enveloped Ethan and Luna.

...This semester, he didn't plan Voldemort's attack, did he?

What exactly is going on?

It's impossible that another dark tyrant has appeared in the school, right?

Does the Dark Lord still undergo mitosis?

Dumbledore suppressed the chaotic and heavy thoughts in his mind and spoke:

"Minerva, take these two children to the infirmary first. Severus and I will go check on the Slytherins."

"it is good."

Professor McGonagall nodded and carefully floated Ethan and Luna beside her.

Then, I felt that the scene was more like a plank bed, stepping into the cabinet.

Professor McGonagall:

It must be because both children look so pale.

I wonder what terrifying scene she witnessed before she lost consciousness.

"For their bravery and fearlessness, Ravenclaw gets 30 points."

Professor McGonagall said softly.

Upon hearing this...

Professor Snape's lips twitched.

But at this critical juncture, there's not much to say.

Well, with Ethan being such a big shot, Ravenclaw will definitely be number one anyway.

Snape glanced sideways at the two men, who floated in mid-air like corpses, before moving sideways away.

Just as we were passing each other.

Snape's pupils suddenly contracted!

He turned around abruptly and glared at Ethan.

Under the moonlight.

Just a moment ago.

He seemed to see Ethan smiling!

In an instant, Snape felt a chill run down his spine, and a sense of dread shot straight to the top of his head!

However, upon closer inspection...

Ethan still looked pale and weak.

His lips were as thin as paper, and his brows were furrowed slightly in pain.

Her eyes were gently closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly with her movements, as if tears were about to fall at any moment.

Her black curly hair was always well-maintained—a fact that Snape often mocked for "spending half his time on his hair."

Now, the hair hung haphazardly on her forehead, all of it having lost its luster.

Merlin's... how come he's even more fragile than Luna next to him?

She looks like a beautiful porcelain doll, automatically triggering the pity of older women.

Didn't you see that even the usually strict Professor McGonagall has transformed into a mother hen?

Just a few seconds.

Snape's mood had changed from surprise and doubt to gloom and gritted teeth.

"Severus? What's wrong?"

"Dumbledore asked, puzzled."

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"...No, it's nothing. Let's hurry over to those reckless Slytherins."

Snape said, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

"Whoever dares to launch an attack at Hogwarts... I can only say they have commendable courage."

He easily accomplished what Voldemort had failed to do for many years.

only.

Neither of them could have imagined it.

At the end of the corridor, they will witness a chilling scene.

I never would have thought of that.

A completely unexpected person will appear there.

Let's turn back time a little.

This occurred before the students in Slytherin volunteered to be sacrificed.

at that time.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

They are currently attending the 500th anniversary celebration of the death of "Nick the Nearly Headless" in an underground classroom.

"That's terrifying."

Ron commented, frowning as he looked at the moldy, rotten cake.

He let out a painful groan when he saw a maggot crawling out of it.

"I'd rather go to Ethan's test of courage than stay here for another second."

"Shh!"

Hermione nudged Ron, signaling him to keep his voice down.

Although Harry didn't say anything, his ashen face showed that he thought the same thing.

If Ethan were here...

Harry drifted off into his own thoughts, trying his best to ignore the rattling music.

Look at those dark candles, floating in mid-air, and those strangely shaped, milky-white ghosts.

It would definitely suit Ethan's aesthetic perfectly.

Actually.

Harry was asked by Nick, who was nearly headless, to try to invite Ethan.

pity.

Ethan regretfully stated that he had important things he had to accomplish.

"However," Ethan said confidently at the time, "I'll give you a big surprise. I guarantee you'll have a lot of fun too."

Thinking back to last Halloween.

Ethan brought them a "big surprise".

Harry: I declined.

"No way! It's too cold here!"

Ron trembled.

Then, showing off, he raised his wand and, with an unnecessary flourish, cast a warming spell on himself.

Hermione, standing to the side, rolled her eyes dramatically.

Harry felt that Ron was trending towards becoming Professor Lockhart.

Just then.

Suddenly, a hoarse, deep, and terrifying voice entered my mind!

[Lamb...sheep...hungry...]

"Hmm!"

Harry stumbled and grabbed the wall for support, feeling both terrified and excited.

He held his breath and listened intently as he listened to the sounds of steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken...

Harry:

'What kind of reincarnation is this, a starving ghost?'

"Come quick! Over here!"

Harry yelled and dashed out of the underground classroom.

Following the sound, I ran up to the third floor.

Ron and Hermione followed him, puzzled.

Until then.

Harry arrived at the end of the third-floor corridor.

I saw it, like a sculpture, Slytherin kneeling devoutly before the wall.

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It felt like being doused with a bucket of ice water.

Harry's heart sank, and he stood frozen, his mind blank.

Immediately following was an extremely shrill scream, one that no human could possibly utter.

A flurry of footsteps soon followed behind.

"Harry? What are you doing here?!"

A low, hoarse, and surprised voice sounded from behind.

Harry turned his head and saw Headmaster Dumbledore and the annoying Professor Snape.

She was looking at him with a surprised and inquisitive expression.

Professor Snape glanced at him with his snake-like, sinister eyes, then fixed them on the wall.

His lips moved as he slowly recited:

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

By the light of the moon.

Harry then noticed the bloody writing on the wall.

It's also in cursive script.

The Shakespearean-style word choice and sentence structure are filled with an eerie sense of familiarity.

Chamber of Secrets?

What is a locked room?

Is Hogwarts doomed?

"Well, well, Mr. Harry Potter."

Snape's annoying, glib voice rang out from behind.

"I'm afraid I have to ask you a question."

"Why are you and your two friends here?"

Harry:

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I preach!

I followed the voice announcing the menu!

Who would have thought that the main dish in the name was actually "two-legged sheep"?!