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

Chapter 113 Luna: Ethan is going to join the Zhang family, Miss Slytherin.

Chapter 114 Luna: Ethan's coming home with me, Miss Slytherin.

The Hogwarts Express came to a slow stop at Platform 9.

Ethan didn't have much luggage.

Most of the items, such as the easel, were packed into a leather bag with an extension spell.

Michael, his roommate, once complained that he "could live off the very essence of painting."

Ethan felt that it wasn't impossible to try and move in that direction.

He casually helped a young wizard float his luggage down.

"Thanks!"

The young wizard had just thanked him gratefully when he looked up and saw that it was Ethan. He immediately froze on the spot, his face turning deathly pale.

Being excessively worshipped by others can also be a source of distress.

Ethan thought somewhat embarrassedly as he leisurely walked through the aisle carrying his suitcase.

Along the way, the students made way for him.

Some people even opened the cubicle door, intending to go out, but upon seeing him, they slammed the door shut and retreated back inside.

Stepping onto the platform, Ethan straightened his collar and searched for Luna in the crowded throng.

At that moment, a clear, cold voice rang out from the side:

"You are welcome to visit us anytime during the summer vacation, Ethan. The Farley family welcomes you—just write us a letter in advance."

Ethan turned his head and saw Gemma Farley, with her icy expression, standing straight beside him.

at this time.

She was dressed in a smart vest and pencil skirt, with black leather shoes and high socks.

Her long, smooth hair cascaded down her back, making her look like a rich young lady who had just graduated from a private high school.

As they were talking.

Gemma's eyes were not on Ethan, but staring straight ahead.

It was as if I hadn't deliberately struck up a conversation with him just now.

Ethan nodded, and was about to respond when he heard a light and cheerful voice:

"Ethan One"

Luna squeezed out of the crowd and ran to Ethan's side, waving her arms like a bouncy little deer.

Her blue eyes crinkled into a smile as she said:

"We've finally waited for you! Let's go, Dad's waiting for us outside the platform!"

As she spoke, Luna grabbed Ethan's wrist and tried to pull him toward the brick wall.

They looked up and saw Gemma Farley staring at them with a blank expression.

"...Ah, sorry." Luna released Ethan's wrist, met Gemma's gaze, and said softly, "Did I interrupt your conversation?"

Gemma lowered her eyelids and glanced at Luna from head to toe, lingering for a moment on the string of butterbeer corks hanging around Luna's neck.

Then, with a slight upturn of the corners of her mouth, she slowly said to Ethan:

"What an adorable little sister!"

"Then, don't forget to write to our family, Ethan."

After saying that, she arrogantly raised her chin and walked away without looking back.

Luna watched Gemma's departing figure, blinked, and said, "I think she definitely didn't like the grilled rainbow fish feast."

"Haha," Ethan chuckled, "You definitely won't like it."

They were chatting animatedly in the queue to exit the station.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the brick wall of the ticket gate.

An old, dry guard stood there, making the students pass by in twos and threes to avoid attracting the attention of the Muggles.

Enter King's Cross Station.

Ethan met Ron and Hermione.

Hermione saw Luna, raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then her fighting spirit soared.

He said with a serious expression:

She will spend the summer vacation memorizing all the textbooks for the next semester!

It seems that Luna, who can get along well with Ethan, is seen as a strong and formidable rival.

Ethan also saw Harry being chased away by the Dursleys.

"I've never met anyone so rude," Hermione said. "I hope Harry's alright—"

"It's alright," Ethan thought thoughtfully, "As a member of the society, I'll help Harry get out of his misery."

Ron leaned back in horror.

"Escape from the sea of ​​suffering" probably doesn't mean you have to destroy the "sea of ​​suffering" itself...

Not long after arriving at Luna's house.

While Ethan was tidying up the small living room with Luna, he received a letter delivered by an owl.

"What does it taste like?"

Ethan sniffed and pulled the letter away in disgust, as if someone had splashed an entire bottle of perfume on it, making it smellable from miles away.

"Gilderoy Lockhart... Hmm? I remember, he's the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester."

Luna leaned closer and said, "That famous author? Hmm, his novels are on par with The Daily Prophet. I read them to the goblins in the garden."

"Hopefully they won't vomit after hearing that."

Ethan smiled.

I opened the letter and skimmed through it.

Excluding most of the self-aggrandizing wording, Ethan raised an eyebrow:

"He wants to invite me to help him handle a black magic scam case—interesting."

Ethan curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

I didn't expect the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's curse to take effect so quickly. It's quite rare to see someone rushing to their death like that.

Ethan read the commission in the Daily Prophet.

He claimed that he had mistakenly entered Knockturn Alley and was swindled out of a lot of Galleons by a group of dark wizards, only to receive a pile of worthless junk in return.

I hope someone can take action against them.

So, you mean your legs walked to Knockturn Alley by themselves, and Galleons flew out of your pocket automatically, right?

but.

The commission is worth at least sixty gallons, so it seems the client does have some money.

If there is evidence that the dark wizard was beaten up, the reward can be doubled.

In terms of the amount involved, it's comparable to going deep into the mountains to collect herbs and catch animals.

"Moreover, the confiscated contraband can be secretly kept by ourselves—"

"Flipping Alley? I've never been there before, I'm really curious."

Ethan flashed a bright smile.

He immediately replied to Gilderoy Lockhart, with only two simple words in his letter:

[Time and place.]

I don't want to reply with a single word.

Watching the owl fly away, Luna propped her chin on the table, gazed at the sky, and whispered:

"He's a thief, stealing other people's experiences and memories—and now, he wants to steal yours too."

Ethan was no longer surprised by Luna's keen perception.

Gilderoy Lockhart, the most popular wizard, stole all his extraordinary experiences from others.

The only spell he's good at is the Oblivion Spell.

Ugh, another Ravenclaw!

Why does Ravenclaw seem to produce so many villains? Is it because of bad feng shui?

Ethan couldn't help but feel regretful, realizing he needed to vindicate Ravenclaw's excellent academic tradition.

"Don't worry, Luna."

Ethan ruffled Luna's fluffy head, his eyes crinkling into a smile, and whispered:

"Of course I have to give our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor a proper welcome."

"This master, who is skilled in forgetting spells, wished he could cast one spell and forget everything at once."

The agreed date.

Following a sign with a finger stained with reddish-brown liquid, Ethan walked through the passageway and arrived at Knockdown Alley.

He was dressed in a clean black hooded cloak, a white shirt, and straight black trousers.

At the neckline, there was a thin, dark blue bow tie with an oval moonstone the size of a fingernail in the center, which changed color under the light and looked very beautiful.

Styled-up black curly hair, pure and curious blue eyes, and a fair complexion.

He looks exactly like a rich young master.

In Fandao Lane, it is also known as "Fat Sheep".

"Do you need help, my dear?"

A large, withered hand suddenly grabbed Ethan's shoulder.

Ethan turned his head to look at the wrinkled witch whose smile was unnatural, and politely replied:

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm waiting for someone."

Before the witch could reply, he continued enthusiastically:

"I fell in love with Knockturn Alley the first time I visited!"

"Look at those dilapidated, filthy gray-black brick walls, those withered branches reaching towards the sky like the fingers of corpses, and you, these lovely-looking male and female wizards."

"I really regret not coming here before!"

Wrinkled Witch: ?

That doesn't seem right.

Why does this kid act like he's already home?

She looked around and saw only ugly, dirty, and malicious faces.

It has absolutely nothing to do with "cute".

Looking at Ethan's innocent smile, the witch suddenly felt a chill.

The hand that had been gripping its shoulder tightly involuntarily loosened.

It seems we've provoked some terrifying being.

The witch swallowed, feeling her mouth dry, and couldn't help but take a half step back—just then.

"Ethan Vincent! Hey! You wretched old woman! Stay away from that poor child!"

"Otherwise, I, Gilderoy Lockhart, will have to teach you a lesson!"

Ethan and the witch turned to look.

They saw a flamboyant blond man waving his magic wand at them from a distance of about eight feet.