bookbashuk Chapter 117 Extraordinary Material: Mermaid Skin
Chapter 117 Extraordinary Material: Mermaid Skin
Chapter 118 Extraordinary Material: Mermaid Skin (2/4)
Luna's house.
The area around the house, which soars into the sky like a giant chess piece, has become like a fairyland in spring, with everything bursting with life.
For some reason, there wasn't even a chirp of insects or a bird; it was as silent as a graveyard.
No one in the wizard village dares to approach this area anymore.
Ethan sat at his desk by the window, his gentle features pure and harmless.
Walking down the street, I always get fed by older girls and strange uncles.
"A letter from the client...too long to read."
"Wow, this heavy bag of money! They gave me a full two thousand Galleons! That's forty or fifty times the original amount. How generous!"
Ethan weighed the money bag in surprise.
The golden light inside was even more dazzling than the rare sunshine in England.
A very fruitful harvest!
It seems that the name "Mr. Lamp" gave the client a great deal of trust.
Indeed, choosing an easy-to-remember nickname was the right choice.
Ethan happily put the money bag away.
In addition to the hefty reward, Ethan also seized a batch of spoils from those dark wizards.
The total was five Galleons and thirty-eight Sickles, plus a pile of loose copper Nats.
* I'm really poor.
However, there was one thing that caught Ethan's attention.
It was a piece of soft paper, about half a meter square.
It has a faint bluish tint and feels like chicken skin.
But unlike chicken skin, it's not bumpy; instead, it's very smooth.
It felt cool and comfortable against my arm, and fit perfectly.
[You have discovered an extraordinary material: the skin from a mermaid's chest]
Contraband obtained through illegal channels can be used as a second-order canvas.
[Like a mermaid's song, it can enhance the mental magic engraved upon it.]
However, the mermaid's voice becomes extremely shrill when she leaves the water; please use with caution.
An extraordinary canvas!
This excited Ethan even more than the two thousand Galleons.
After all, the latter is hard to obtain.
"Hmm, how about we use it to make a club promotional poster for the start of the school year..."
Ethan said with a smile.
"It will definitely leave a deep impression on the new students!"
Besides that, there were some odds and ends.
And a photo of what appears to be Minister Fauci wearing only his underwear.
I really don't know who has such a heavy taste.
Ethan carefully preserved it, thinking it might come in handy someday.
Very good in the wizarding world, love comes from Knockturn Alley.
of course.
The most important gain was this black-covered diary.
The faded gold foil date on the cover indicates that this is an item from fifty years ago.
Ethan dipped his quill in ink, thought for a moment, and then scribbled on the paper:
If I write someone's name here, will that person die?
The writing is obscured.
However, there has been no response for a long time.
Ethan: ?
If you can't do it, just say so. It's okay to be a little useless, I won't mind.
Why aren't you replying? Are you asleep, Mr. Tom Riddle?
When he got bored, Ethan started scribbling and drawing on it.
Octopus-man with tentacles, man with fish-like features, skeletal ghouls...
A few minutes later.
A line of hastily written words quickly appeared on the paper:
Stop drawing!!!
Three bright red exclamation marks followed, piercing through the paper, expressing the speaker's excitement.
Ethan: [Great. I'm even planning to use it as an unlimited sketchbook—that's a really good idea.]
The diary skipped over this topic and went straight to:
I can see that you possess a dark soul, a demon disguised among humans... Join forces with me, and I can grant you unparalleled power.
A seductive magic seeped from the diary.
Like a lover whispering in your ear, it goes straight to your brain.
This is powerful black magic, attached to the diary, and cannot be destroyed even by flooding or burning.
They've never failed.
however--
[Curse resistance has taken effect]
Just like a spring fairy dotting your forehead, all the haze and drowsiness suddenly disappear!
If it's not closed, it means it's not open.
Ethan remained unaffected, resting his chin on his hand and smiling as he looked at Tom, who was still patiently trying to persuade him:
Do you know Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets? I opened it and found an incredible, terrifying creation inside—
Ethan: [Shadows of the past? The color of a star? Nyarlathotep?]
Tom: [...] A genuine basilisk, capable of killing with a mere glance.
In comparison, even the basilisk seems much friendlier.
Why is this kid's head full of weird ideas? What kind of world has this become?!
Tom was horrified when he thought about it.
There's more than one feared monster in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.
In fact, it also hides a "real" secret room.
You also know what a real secret room is?
Ethan raised his eyebrows.
Little Tom is quite busy at Hogwarts.
It contains both Horcruxes and secret chambers.
Perhaps Tom can help him find Salazar Slytherin's true Chamber of Secrets...
[An extraordinary presence detected!]
Tom Riddle's diary meets the criteria of not existing in this world!
[An art exhibition could be arranged for them to meet the requirements for promotion!]
Ethan's eyes lit up!
His gaze as he looked at the diary instantly filled with kindness.
I want to use dragon flames to let Tom, who hasn't been born for a long time, experience the warmth of the human world.
But then again.
How could a kind-hearted boy like him bear to send an evil soul to Merlin like that?
First, one must endure all kinds of hardships in the world and experience the pleasure of torment. In any case, one must not be influenced by bewitching or curses.
They can naturally squeeze every last bit of value out of Tom.
The diary itself is also a powerful and magical creation.
Maybe it's possible to achieve something like a "sketching book that can never be used up".
It would be a waste to burn it all down in one fire.
In the diary.
Seeing that Ethan hadn't replied for a while, Tom said anxiously:
Although I am just an innocent soul, I can no longer personally step into Hogwarts to explore.
But I will help you, and those who come after you, to find Salazar Slytherin's true Chamber of Secrets!
[Gain unimaginable power and treasure!]
His tone was filled with an irrepressible desire and greed.
Like a venomous snake, it tries its best to suppress its desire to eat in order to lure its prey and gain a greater benefit for itself.
If it were someone else, like those dark wizards in Knockturn Alley.
They would all be drawn to the carrot hanging in front of them, and under the influence of magic, they would rush in without hesitation.
however.
All of Ethan's achievements to date are the result of his own hard work.
He won't be fooled by Little Tom!
[Curse Resistance]! Activate!
Ethan wrote:
[Very good. Since we're after excitement, let's see it through to the end.]
Let me drag more people into this mess.
Only in murky water is it harder to discern the truth of the matter...
Gilderoy Lockhart's study.
Lockhart was pale and haggard, his blond hair plastered to his scalp, and he paced angrily around the room.
On the desk lay the Daily Prophet, its pages scattered in fragments.
"Nonsense! Utter nonsense! They actually said I lost, using me to promote that 'Mr. Lamp' who appeared out of nowhere! And those photos! It's a clear violation of my portrait rights! I'm going to sue them!"
"I don't remember anything... It must have been that bastard with the lamp thing who used a 'Forget Everything' spell on me when I wasn't looking!"
"If I ever run into him again, ugh!"
Lockhart drew his wand and swung it through the air like a rapier.
Just then.
A majestic owl suddenly flew into his window, kicked over the ink bottle, and dropped a letter.
Lockhart: ? ? ?
He had never seen such a domineering bird!
"You disgusting beast!"
Lockhart cursed as he picked up the letter, staring at the blank envelope with a puzzled look.
But when his eyes fell on what was inside, his heart stopped!
[Dear Gilderoy Lockhart, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.]
I have some ideas about the course that I can't wait to share with you. After all, the young wizards at Hogwarts need a teacher with whom they can learn real skills, right?
I hope you won't let me down.
【—Mr. Lamp】