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

Chapter 121 Dumbledore: Why are you making Quirrell's face?

Chapter 122 Dumbledore: Why are you making Quirrell's face?

Upon hearing this...

Ethan straightened his back slightly.

That's right.

To promote his new club, he went to great lengths to create a promotional poster during the summer vacation.

I guarantee I won't be like those flashy, cheap women.

To stand out among the countless societies at Hogwarts.

Last semester, Voldemort's words before he turned to dust served as a reminder to Ethan.

Besides himself, he also needs people to support him.

He was simply not able to be in two places at once; in the future, he would need more manpower for his great cause.

For example, Grindelwald's Saints, Voldemort's army of Death Eaters...:

Um?and many more.

Why should I compare myself to the Dark Lord? I'm clearly their opposite!

Ethan fell into deep thought.

On the other side, Michael shuddered as he looked at Ethan's expression.

Why does Ethan look like he's about to do something big...?

A new epic has emerged beneath Hogwarts.

Ethan, like the developer of hell, gradually molded Hogwarts into his own shape.

Ethan: "Looking forward to it."

"I drew upon my summer internship experience to create a painting that fully embodies the essence of the club."

"I experimented with new techniques in 'The Quibbler'. Even prints can create an immersive experience for the viewer."

"The results are excellent. The number of letters from readers has doubled, and they're all incredibly enthusiastic, using bright red envelopes!"

"It must be my painting 'The Fly Man' that left a deep impression on them."

Michael:

He wanted to reach readers who, despite knowing it was torture, insisted on buying every issue.

They are called "snow eaters".

On the stage.

Dumbledore continued, "Before that, I'd like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for this semester." A new student in the audience asked, somewhat bewildered, "What about the previous one?"

Older student: "I fought a student and got burned to ashes."

newborn:???

Not Dumbledore: "Let us welcome Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart with applause."

Lipala.

A burst of thunderous applause erupted in the auditorium.

The vast majority of people were extremely excited.

The girls, in particular, clapped so much that their hands turned red.

Her face turned red.

"My God! He's even more handsome in person than in photos!" Lockhart smirked smugly.

He flashed his signature smile, the one that had won The Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile award five times.

"One—that is, he's even a bit worse than Ethan."

Lockhart's lips curled down.

I was so shocked I could hardly believe my ears!

"Yes, Ethan always has a mysterious aura, and he looks like a handsome vampire under the moonlight~"

"Oh~ I'm going to open my dorm room door and offer my neck to Ethan without any resistance~"

"Heh, dream on. Go to the back of the line."

Listening to the discussions coming from below the stage.

Lockhart's lips twitched; he simply couldn't manage that perfect smile.

He, the great him, the one with magic.

They actually lost to a child?!

This is outrageous!

Lockhart turned his head angrily to look.

Ethan's smiling gaze met the one on the Ravenclaw table.

In an instant.

Like lightning striking his soul, Lockhart shuddered violently, his heart clenching as if gripped tightly.

Instinctively, I averted my gaze!

"Mr. Lockhart?"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow as he looked at Lockhart, who had suddenly frozen in place.

Why did he show Quirrell's expression...?

In that instant, it seemed as if an old friend had come.

However, after careful investigation, Dumbledore determined that Lockhart was not possessed by evil.

Therefore, it's only possible that he himself is having a fit of madness.

Lockhart snapped back to reality and instinctively chuckled:

Oh! Please forgive me! I was simply overwhelmed with excitement to see so many of my admirers among the students!

That's right, that's it.

As Lockhart continued talking, he began to believe it himself.

What makes him afraid of a second-grade kid?

Unless the great Hogwarts has a cesspool underneath.

Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes dramatically.

Having calmed himself down, Lockhart began to speak:

"That's right. You might say that I'm not like Harry Potter, who was born with immense fame."

"Everything I've achieved is through my own talent and ability, accumulated little by little!"

From the audience, Michael chuckled, "Like getting slaughtered by the dark wizard in Knockturn Alley?"

This remark, neither too loud nor too soft, reached Lockhart's ears perfectly.

Lockhart blushed slightly and said shamelessly:

"Oh! I heard someone mention my 'failure' in Knockturn Alley this summer!"

What I'm talking about is...

"Everything I did was to protect the student who went with me—Ethan Vincent!"

"Otherwise, I am absolutely capable of defeating that insidious and evil 'Mr. Lamp'!"

Upon hearing this...

An uproar erupted in the auditorium!

Malfoy nearly spat out his pumpkin juice, and said angrily:

"Ethan needs that peacock's protection? I think he's eaten too many mushrooms!"

Beside him, Bres Zabini chuckled:

"Maybe. After all, none of us have ever witnessed Ethan's true combat prowess."

Malfoy: "I've seen it. I've experienced it firsthand on the left side of my face."

Zabini:

That's a bit too simple, Malfoy.

Ethan sat quietly in his seat, casually raising his wine glass and taking a sip.

Lies are like thorns in your hand; one day they will be pulled out by the roots.

It left behind bloody wounds.

At that moment, Luna suddenly turned her head, looked at Ethan seriously, and said, word by word:

"You are ten thousand times better than that Mr. Peacock."

Ethan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Then he chuckled, ruffled Luna's fluffy head, and said in a deep voice:

"Of course, Luna. The gap between him and me is greater than the distance from the Earth to the Moon."

"Um!"

Luna nodded vigorously and smiled happily.

Michael, who had originally wanted to say the same thing, quietly shrank back.

I took a sip of pumpkin juice, all alone.

The pumpkin juice today was quite bitter.

After the dinner.

As is customary, the prefects led their respective freshmen to the common room.

Amidst the envious gazes of both freshmen and seniors, Ethan opened a portal and leisurely teleported away with Luna.

There's no need to climb that long, winding staircase on that mountain road.

A newbie exclaimed enviously, "Wow, that's amazing! The Hogwarts alumni are all so incredible!"

The "excellent" predecessors who also needed to climb stairs:

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"But that door... it feels kind of familiar..."

A pitch-black door that can be opened anywhere at will...

The novices' eyes gradually filled with fear.

So, these rules, which resemble school horror tales, were actually created by second-year students?!

Such innovative thinking can even influence school rules and regulations.

Ravenclaw, that's amazing, that's fantastic!!

The next morning.

Ethan carried his club's promotional posters.

I walked briskly towards the auditorium, my heart filled with excitement and anticipation.

It was only six o'clock at the time.

Ethan wanted to arrive early to secure a good spot on the bulletin board.

But when he entered the auditorium, he was surprised to find that the middle seats were already completely occupied.

A group of older students had gathered around the bulletin board.

Upon seeing Ethan holding a promotional poster, they all revealed sly and smug smiles.

Penelope was also present.

She said, distressed, "I made a mistake. I didn't expect some of the prefects to secretly help the students put up posters last night..."

"No wonder I could never get a middle seat no matter how early I got up in previous years."

This is my first time serving as a grade leader, and I'm not yet familiar with the duties.

Ethan muttered, "We should have put a portal in front of the bulletin board last night."

He threw all the prefects who had run away into his Sion Playground.

Penelope:

That's really unnecessary.

At this time.

A figure emerged from behind the bulletin board.

It was their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Gilderoy Lockhart.

Upon seeing Ethan, he instinctively shuddered.

However, just like a cat that gets spanked, the more it gets spanked, the more excited it gets.

She simply opened her arms and walked towards him:

"Ah! Ethan Vincent! I heard you're also starting a club?"

"Hmm~ If you ask me, you're being a bit too hasty. You should focus on your studies in your second year."

Lockhart winked at Ethan.

Ethan smiled, the portal card in his hand appearing and disappearing.

"However, I won't be too harsh on you! I've already seen the promotional poster in your arms!"

"Come! Give it to me, let me, with my rich experience and deep appreciation for art, have a good look at it!"

Upon hearing this...

The portal that Ethan was holding, which had been poised to move, disappeared.

"it is good."

Ethan readily agreed.

Obediently, he handed over the poster.

In his cobalt blue eyes, a dark glint flashed that sent chills down Penelope's spine.

Penelope, who already knew Ethan's character well, looked at the clueless Professor Lockhart with pity.

I quietly moved a few steps away.