bookbashuk Chapter 138 [Serpent's Body] Painting Completed! Slytherin's Challenge
Chapter 138 [Serpent's Body] Painting Completed! Slytherin's Challenge
Chapter 139 [Serpent's Body] Painting Completed! Slytherin's Challenge
"Bang!"
Until his cheek slammed into this thing that was as hard as a cannonball.
Flint was shocked to realize that this thing was not a fist at all.
It's a solid spherical armrest on a walking stick!
His face was slapped to the side, his brain went blank for a moment, and then a burning pain shot through his face!
Flint's eyes widened.
A sneak attack?!
"You son of a bitch!" he roared, turning his head in a rage and raising his fist to strike back.
An iron hand then pressed down on Flint's shoulder from behind.
He turned his head and saw Cedric, his muscles matted with lice.
She was glaring at him fiercely.
Flint:
6
Ethan smiled: "Have you calmed down yet?"
Flint: Cold, calm, living dad.
Everyone stared in disbelief at Ethan's sudden appearance.
Even Hermione, who had been rescued, stood there with her mouth agape, unable to come to her senses for a long time.
It feels like summoning an ancient god just to beat up some thugs.
"Here, have some tea."
A warm and ethereal voice sounded from behind Hermione.
Hermione turned her head and saw Luna looking at her with concern.
I subconsciously took the teacup from the other person and took a sip:
"Thanks—pfft!"
It's so bitter! So incredibly bitter!!
Like biting into a mouthful of mud, Hermione had never tasted such awful tea before, and her facial features immediately contorted in disgust.
Intentional?!
She stared at Luna's innocent face, and only then did she realize what was happening, crying out in her heart:
Does anyone have a kind soul who carries a tea set with them when they go out?!
That's so weird!!
A pale blue subtitle appeared before Ethan's eyes.
You've strengthened your body and improved your physique.
You have obtained the entry "Vitality".
[Energy: You're full of energy, and now you can paint for longer periods of time]
[It also has stronger resistance to disease]
Instantly.
A surge of power welled up within Ethan.
It swept away the fatigue from staying up all night, even the brain that was throbbing from excessive drawing.
It gradually calmed down and became clear again.
Besides "well-informed", there's even an entry for "vitality"?
Ethan stared at the subtitles in surprise, as if he understood why he hadn't triggered this entry before.
I guess it's because he rarely plays himself.
Paintings are enough.
Unexpectedly, this accidental encounter triggered something new.
Immediately, Ethan's gaze toward Flint was filled with kindness.
Flint was startled and instinctively tried to dodge.
But all he saw was that the other person simply extended their hand towards him.
Flint: ?
Ethan asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
"If there's nothing else—shall we play another round?"
Moderate exercise is good for your health. Flint: ? ! !
For a fleeting moment, he actually thought this devil had a conscience!
Flint deeply despised himself.
He slapped Ethan's hand away and got up from the ground.
Staring at Ethan, his lips moved for a long time before he finally uttered what he considered to be the most vicious words:
"You filthy mud-blooded bastard—!"
Ethan raised his hand, stopping the crowd from rushing forward. He also leaned forward and lowered his voice, saying:
"Oh? And what about you? You little monster born from the crossbreeding of your father and grandmother."
Flint: !!!
What kind of vicious sentence is this?!
The tall, strong young man's face turned deathly pale one moment and then flushed red the next.
His lips trembled and he hesitated, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
At this time.
A small, porcelain-white hand reached out, holding a teacup.
"Have a sip of tea to soothe your throat~"
"Oh, thank you."
Flint instinctively took it and then downed it in one gulp. "Pfft!!!"
What kind of awful tea is this?!
Flint slammed his teacup on the ground, panting heavily, and glared angrily at Ethan and his friends.
It's practically a demonic alliance!
"—Don't think you're so great, Ethan Vincent!"
Flint gritted his teeth and said.
"Just you wait, we Slytherins will not let this go!"
Then, he stopped training altogether.
He turned around and strode away.
As he left, he bumped into Neville hard.
They hadn't walked more than a few steps.
It suddenly stopped.
He turned around and strode back.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, his face flushed red, he picked up the Nimbus 2001 that had fallen to the ground.
Slytherin:
What a disgrace to Merlin's family!
Ron was speechless: "He's probably not a troll after all, is he?"
Hermione frowned, raised her fist, and said, "Those wretched Slytherins!"
Perhaps it was because Ethan was also called a "mudblood"—
Hermione was not sad at this moment.
There's also a subtle sense of pride and honor.
Harry: "Unless you beat them completely, like Malfoy did, and instill fear in them."
"Otherwise, they will find an opportunity to cause trouble."
Just like his aunt and uncle.
If there is initial dislike, then finding fault and punishment become logical.
only--
Everyone knows that.
One Malfoy is manageable.
How easy is it to completely defeat a Slytherin that is "united" as a whole?
The members of the Enlightenment Society couldn't help but look at their leader.
To my astonishment, Ethan actually curled the corners of his mouth in a strange way!
It didn't feel like encountering a major problem, but rather like seeing prey walking into a trap!
There is no other reason.
With the addition of the "Vitality" stat, one of Ethan's serpent paintings will soon be completed.
"The first victim, delivered himself to our door so quickly—"
Ethan murmured, a smile playing on his lips.
Slytherin, the Round Table.
Watch as I crush you all one by one!
May my Beacon Society become a unique beacon for Hogwarts.
Ethan turned his head and gave the frozen members a bright smile:
"Then, let's begin our first club training session."
"The training content—naturally, is to find a way to survive in my hands."
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"Wait, wait! Ethan! You're already playing with something so innocent right off the bat!!!"
"Holy crap! How can Ethan's wand fire three spells at once?!"
"Coach, I want to learn this!"
Screaming selection begins.
Wandering on the lawn where a gentle breeze is blowing.
Not far away.
The students raised their heads in astonishment and murmured:
"Are you already starting to prepare for Halloween?"
That scream sounds so real!
It was as if he was really about to die.
Hahaha?
End of October.
Ethan successfully synthesized the skill [Robust Physique Lv.1] using the [Vitality] attribute.
In this way.
Ethan not only survived the flu outbreak at Hogwarts, but he also remained energetic even while drawing all night.
finally-
The serpent's body is complete.
Inside a sealed room.
The air seemed to freeze.
It transformed into a dense, malevolent aura, dimly enveloping the stone walls.
The enormous serpent monster was curled up deep inside the cave.
I dared not move an inch, my muscles were tense, and I wished I could suppress my heartbeat to nothing.
It once considered itself the strongest in the world, capable of taking a life with a mere glance.
however.
Before "that thing," it only felt how insignificant it was.
Although it was modeled after itself and was merely a section of its body.
"Merlin—" Tom murmured, gazing up at the figure appearing in the painting. "What kind of monster are you trying to create?"
On the canvas, which is tens of meters high, a dark body stretches across the canvas.
From a distance, it looks like a mountain range.
The twisted and eerie aura emanating from those scales could evoke a sense of primal malice in anyone who merely glanced at them.
An extremely evil thing.
They were created solely out of the desire to destroy, devour, and kill.
And this is only a part of the body.
[Painting - Snake Body]
[Rank: Tier 1 - Golden Legend]
[Type: Live Portrait]
[Description: One-fifth of the complete portrait]
[Effect: When existing alone, it can only instill intense fear in witnesses, causing a profound psychological impact.]
When the five paintings are combined, the effect and quality will undergo a complete transformation.
Ethan waved his wand, weaving the threads of the Serpent's Spirit into the painting.
Though faint, it can give the snake's body a realistic wriggling motion.
"Hmm, just fear isn't enough—"
Ethan muttered.
On a sudden impulse, he began to exploit the cards he already possessed.
Let him blend it together, and then add some details to the Orochi portrait.
night.
When Ethan returned to his dormitory, he was completely satisfied.
"Coo-choo-choo!"
His and Luna's owl were waiting for him on the windowsill.
Ethan patted Carrot's thick chest, took the letter, and read aloud:
"The Slytherin Pureblood Glory Club—."
Ethan Vincent, we cordially invite you to join us for the Hogwarts Halloween Dare-to-Dare Contest!
[Bet on Honor]
[A competition to see whose club comes out on top]
The loser must not only apologize publicly, but also announce the disbandment of the club and never resume activities again.
[You dare say yes, Ethan: Vincent?]