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

Chapter 124 Miss Hibiscus's Letter Bombardment & Opening the Secret Room!

Chapter 125 Miss Hibiscus's Letter Bombardment & Opening the Secret Room!

Wallace grinned widely.

But they didn't notice.

The girls passing by gave him disdainful looks and all walked around him.

That shrimp-headed guy has such a lewd smile!

Quickly take a look at Ethan to cleanse your eyes!

Wallace thought to himself:

The students were disheartened because they had failed Ethan's test.

Then, with a warm and generous heart, I will step forward again to welcome them into the cozy and joyful Gaobushi family.

That's a brilliant plan!

"Hehehe~ Junior Ethan, you're still too green — competition between clubs is just this dirty!!"

Breakfast seems to have taken forever to arrive today.

Ethan took a small bite of the pickled herring and eventually decided to pile salted meat on his bread slices.

While not innovative, it is safe enough.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed:

"Look there! Merlin!"

Is that Ron's roar letter?

Ethan looked up, only to find that it wasn't quite like that.

A swarm of owls poured in all at once, like a torrent, and amidst the gasps of the crowd, countless feathers fell.

"Oh!" Professor Lockhart stood up with delight, beaming with pride. "It must be a letter from one of my fans! They're always so enthusiastic—"

however.

His voice stopped abruptly, and his smile froze on his face.

Because those hundreds of owls flew with a clear objective toward Ethan, who was sitting at the long table in Ravenclaw!

"Oh.

.

Professor McGonagall chuckled, raising her glass to conceal the mocking smile on her face.

The students stared in disbelief.

"Splash!"

The letters came raining down on me.

However, it was caught by a magical force during its descent.

Ethan waved his wand, calmly catching the letters like a conductor and gathering them together.

They were neatly spread out without getting any on the plate.

"Fleur de la Courchevel, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, France, December 22, 1991."

"Hibiscus Delacour, January 1, 1992..."

"Hibiscus, April 5, 1992..."

"Fu, huh? How come all of these were sent by her?"

Ethan raised an eyebrow and quickly scanned the letters.

It started roughly from the end of last year's challenge until the start of the new school year in September this year.

I wrote one letter almost every day; it's almost become a diary.

Furthermore, Miss Furong is a person of great taste.

Each letter was written on snow-white, sturdy paper, and had a faint fragrance.

The combined fragrances filled the entire auditorium.

It's like being in a sea of ​​flowers, captivating many bachelors who inhale its fragrance with fascination.

A clear, ethereal voice rang out from the side:

"A graceful lady, isn't she?"

Ethan turned his head and met Luna's round blue eyes.

"grace..

Ethan recalled Hibiscus's performance in the challenge.

The image of a proud lark came to mind.

Use its slender, sharp beak to attack the enemy.

These letters, which came in a torrent of letters, showed absolutely nothing to do with elegance.

He's probably angry because of the challenge match....

I've actually held a grudge about it all this time.

Is Miss Furong really that petty?

Ethan thought to himself, and said truthfully:

"I don't recall her being elegant. However, she has a very strong will and is an outstanding student with exceptional abilities."

Ethan held up a letter and smiled:

"She even said she wanted me to come to France for Christmas and get beaten up, haha, I'm not going to be that stupid as to go."

Luna nodded thoughtfully.

She lowered her head and continued to use the silver spoon to serve her stew.

I don't know why.

Ethan seemed to see a glimmer of fighting spirit in her usually calm eyes.

...As expected of an excellent Ravenclaw.

They've only just started school, yet they're already thinking about making progress.

Ethan nodded approvingly.

Just then.

A fierce hurricane swept in, scattering the letters floating in the air to pieces amidst the gasps of the crowd.

It also dissipated the rich fragrance that filled the auditorium.

Ethan looked up.

Following the flow of magic, I saw Gemma Farley calmly putting away her wand at the Slytherin table.

An out-of-control letter hit Ethan on the head.

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"...Do you know, Luna?"

Ethan removed the letter from his head and sighed:

"Sometimes, I'd rather face a basilisk than a capricious girl."

Luna gave Ethan a quiet, wary look.

Then he finished the soup in one gulp, put the bowl down with a thud, and smiled slightly:

"I'm off to class, Ethan. See you later."

With that, Bianli landed, packed her things, and strode towards the auditorium.

Her long, light golden hair swayed behind her.

Ethan stared at Luna's departing figure for two seconds, stunned.

murmured:

"How eager to learn! I believe that with this kind of drive, Luna's magical skills will definitely improve by leaps and bounds."

I need to work harder too.

"Let's start with the renovation of the ancient city of Sein."

Michael, standing to the side:

You're such a selfish person, always thinking only of yourself.

Didn't you see the president of the Gaobushi Club glaring with envy, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets?

Michael looked speechlessly at Ethan, who was still sighing, and suddenly smiled with relief.

No one is perfect.

Not to mention the humanoid Ethan.

Allocate all points to talent and intelligence.

As for emotional intelligence?

Giving it away for free is enough.

the other side.

The Gryffindor table.

Because of Ethan's "letter bombardment," no one paid much attention to the shouting letters Ron received.

This was somewhat of a relief for Harry and Ron.

However... it also made them look even more desolate.

"Different people have different fates."

Ron murmured.

With a pale face and envious eyes, he watched Ethan as he collected large quantities of letters.

The only good news is...

His new wand wasn't broken.

late at night.

A figure quietly appeared in the girls' restroom on the second floor.

Open Sesame... Open Sesame...

Ethan had a snake flute in his mouth.

The faucet, with a snake carved on its side, hissed.

Like the wind weaving through an empty valley, it echoed hoarsely in the quiet, dimly lit washroom.

"Boom!"

Then, the entire pool began to disintegrate.

One of the water pipes, large enough for one person to pass through, is exposed.

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Ethan frowned as an extremely strong musty and foul smell wafted out.

"Look at this little wizard, staying up all night exploring the girls' restroom."

A shrill voice suddenly rang out from behind Ethan.

at the same time.

A chill that seeped into my bones crept up my spine.

I was wondering when you would appear, Miss Myrtle.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Ethan turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth at the ghost floating in mid-air.

Chew~

The shadows on Myrtle's face deepened.

She darted to the back of the cubicle, poked her head out, and said shyly and nervously:

"I won't tell anyone about you. But I have to tell you, this is where I died."

"If you die, you can come to my bathroom~"

Ethan chuckled, "Then I'll have to step up my game."

Madam Peach was taken aback.

I couldn't tell at first.

This handsome boy is determined to "try harder to survive".

Or, "Give it your all and die."

Before she could figure it out, Ethan jumped into the pipe.

Oh!

Tao Jinniang cried out in regret, and tears streamed down her face again.

She then realized that her "Prince Charming" hadn't told her his name yet.

Ethan certainly wouldn't slide along the pipe and get his robes covered in grime.

He used his magic to lift himself down, feeling the temperature gradually become cold and damp.

A very, very long time has passed.

Until it goes deeper than the underground classrooms of Hogwarts, beyond the bottom of the Black Lake.

The pipes then became level again.

"despair."

Ethan emerged nimbly from the pipe.

A crisp, delicate sound rang out from under my feet.

"The fireflies are twinkling."

Ethan looked down.

I saw countless white bones covering the ground like a carpet.

Good evening, everyone who rests here.

Ethan pretended to take his hat off his head and gave a graceful bow.

"I've already said it."

As he spoke, Ethan listened intently.

They slowly stepped over the bones and walked forward.

The cave is tall and wide.

Water droplets seeped into the wall, and patches of dark reddish-brown grime dried on it.

However, there are no stalactites on either the ground or the top.

These pillars looked as if they had been snapped in half by some enormous object, leaving only neat breaks.

Dark and silent.

Like a tomb.

"Hmph, they really know how to enjoy life."

Ethan commented.

I'm thinking about how to make one for myself too.

Not long after.

A rusted, round iron gate appeared before us.

There are several snakes that cannot emerge from above, and their pupils are inlaid with emeralds.

It's used to create a blinking or flashing effect, making it look like you're blinking.

Ethan's hand trembled.

They restrained certain common human desires.

Open Sesame... Open Sesame Silk Door...

The snake flute hissed.

A snake slithered up from the side, passing by the other snakes that were retracting one by one.

Just like unlocking.

At last.

"boom--

A muffled thud.

A thick cloud of dust rose, and the final door to the secret chamber slowly opened towards Ethan.

Ethan: (☆W☆)!

Escape room, here I come!!

However, firstly.

Ethan picked up his wand and tapped it against his own eyes.

"Whoosh!"

A thick black cloth emerged and tightly bound Ethan's eyes.

The current [Curse Resistance] is not enough to prevent the basilisk from accidentally being glared to death.

Ethan stepped over the iron gate and stretched out his arms.

A grin spread across his face as he groped around for something:

Where are you, little snake monster? Stop hiding and come out to greet our guests!

The basilisk, awakened: [...]

What the heck?

Has Slytherin come back to life?

"Hiss—hiss hiss—"

A deep voice came from the depths of the secret room.

Hey! Where are you? Come out and join me on this big mission!

"Hiss... hiss hiss..."

The basilisk did not appear.

They were just trying to say something.

Ethan: ?

Ethan lowered his arm, realizing a serious problem—although he could communicate with the basilisk through the snake flute.

But I couldn't understand what the snake monster was saying!

Bosses can't just give orders.

Sometimes, listening to the voices of the people is also very important.

Especially when the opponent is a snake monster that is wider than itself.