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

Chapter 110 Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets Key

Chapter 111 Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets Key

Thank you, Professor Quirrell...

Thank you so much.....

Thanks.:

Ethan's words echoed in the empty room.

The lingering sound echoed in Quirrell's ears again and again.

Quirrell stared blankly at Ethan, as if he couldn't understand English for a moment.

The Mirror of Eris reflected his current appearance, his nose looking red and round.

It's like killing someone by breaking their spirit.

Harry thought to himself, looking at Ethan with admiration.

As expected of Ethan.

Ron was right; there was absolutely no need to worry about Ethan's safety.

The only ones to worry about are Ethan's enemies.

They will suffer both physical and mental torment.

Sudden.

Harry hissed and pressed his forehead.

The scars that had been healed by magic suddenly started hurting intensely again!

Kill them—kill those two arrogant brats—!!

Voldemort's hoarse roar echoed behind Quirrell's head.

A twisted power rose from Quirrell's body, as if he had been injected with a stimulant, and Quirrell's body suddenly swelled up.

He suddenly took flight!

The tattered robes fluttered like a terrifying Dementor, raising its withered, branch-like hands to grab at Ethan with boundless rage and resentment!

"I'll kill you—!!!"

"Um, Ethan!"

Harry cried out and tried to raise his wand, but the sharp pain in his forehead blurred his vision.

At this time.

A strong and steady hand grasped Harry's shoulder.

"Oh dear, Old Deng is preparing to hand everything over to me, huh?"

"How cunning."

Ethan's expression remained unchanged.

He calmly watched Quirrell rapidly enlarge before his eyes, like a vengeful ghost.

Wave the magic wand.

A long string of incantations came out of Ethan's mouth.

With the help of Level 2 knowledge, it only takes a moment.

Ultimately, they formed the character "破" (pò).

In an instant.

"Boom!!"

Crimson red erupted outwards from Ethan's center in an instant!

It swallowed up Quiro, who was rushing towards it, in an instant!

A massive explosion, accompanied by tidal waves of flames, swept outwards in all directions!

Harry stared blankly at the scene before him.

The flames, like golden-red silk, danced and swirled around.

It is incredibly beautiful; just looking at it gives you a sense of immense vitality!

However, it is also deadly.

The surrounding temperature soared to over a thousand degrees Celsius in an instant. The extreme heat caused Harry to break out in a cold sweat, which was then evaporated in the next instant.

Dry, cracked lips and a parched mouth.

Harry swallowed hard, feeling his throat rubbing together like sandpaper.

Like an ocean driven by a storm, carrying immense power, it overturns and destroys everything it touches!

Quirrell has turned to ashes.

Only a wisp of Voldemort's remnant soul continued to wail and roar in fury amidst the torture of the flames:

[I won't let you get away with this—do you think you can stand against me, against my army of Death Eaters, all by yourself?!]

The day I rise from the dead will be the day you die.

"noise."

Ethan said calmly.

In the center of the vortex of flames, his black hair swayed slowly, like a king who held the power of life and death.

Ethan raised his hand and pointed gently.

Then the skeletal remains were engulfed by flames, and the screams faded away.

Tiny specks of blackish-gray substance drifted into Ethan's body.

The flames gradually subsided.

When the surrounding scenery reappeared, Harry was shocked to see that everything around him had turned black.

The plaster has peeled off, making it impossible to recognize the original appearance of the wall.

Even the precious Mirror of Eris melted into a puddle, sticking to the ground like solidified oil.

That's amazing! That's incredible!

What terrifying destructive power!

Harry was shocked, and his hand unconsciously gripped Ethan's robe tightly.

They were afraid that the other party might accidentally cremate him.

Why don't you take on the title of savior?

"Phew," Ethan gasped, muttering, "I'm still feeling quite drained."

In just half a minute, he had used up most of his magic power.

However, its power is also quite considerable.

Even Voldemort could be burned to ashes.

It was more powerful than any spell he knew!

Burn everything, engulf everything.

Is this the power of the dragon?

You have lit the lamp within your mind, illuminating many more hidden places!

You have received the reward: Salazar Slytherin's Chamber Key

What appeared in Ethan's hand was an object that resembled a flute.

[The Snake Flute: Made from the spine of a snake, it is a relic of Salazar Slytherin, one of the four great masters of Hogwarts. Speaking while holding it in one's mouth allows one to speak in the language of snakes, and it has the power to command all snakes.]

It doesn't matter whether I understand what the employees are saying, as long as I can understand the boss's instructions.

Well, this description is as cheeky as ever.

[At the same time, this item is also the key to unlock Salazar Slytherin's true Chamber of Secrets.]

If one of the four great masters knew that he was believed by posterity to have left Hogwarts only a snake and an underground pipe under the girls' lavatory, he would probably jump out of his coffin in anger.

The key to Salazar Slytherin's true Chamber of Secrets?

Could there be another secret room besides that filthy snake nest?

Also.

If you only keep one snake, it cannot be called a "secret room".

There must be something even more precious left behind!

Ethan's curiosity was piqued.

He examined the finger-sized, pale white snake flute.

Raise your hand and put one end of it into your mouth.

Turning to Harry, he said:

"Hiss hiss hiss~"

Harry was startled, then his face showed a look of horror.

Ethan smiled.

Yes, it worked.

It can convert human speech into snake language.

Followed by.

Ethan thought of the giant basilisk under Hogwarts, picked up his whistle, and tentatively called out twice.

The basilisk is hibernating; please come back in spring.

Ethan: "...—".

"We'll explore the area ahead later," right?

However, this also confirms that the snake flute can indeed control the snake monster.

Since that's the case—

Ethan fell into thought, a strange, dark light flickering in his eyes.

Harry suddenly shivered.

Rubbing his arms, he muttered to himself:

Hiss—why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?

However, since Ethan easily eliminated Voldemort, who had infiltrated the school, there shouldn't be any more trouble, right?

Even the scar that had just caused excruciating pain from being stabbed with a knife was no longer felt.

At this point, Harry finally realized with a start that Quirrell, who had seemed like a peripheral figure throughout, was actually an undercover agent manipulated by Voldemort.

Hogwarts is truly the "safest" place in all of Britain.

Just then.

"call!"

Suddenly, a black flame rose from the opposite wall, and several figures emerged from behind.

"Oh—Merlin! What on earth has happened here?!"

Professor McGonagall, who was following behind Headmaster Dumbledore, exclaimed in surprise.

She strode over and carefully examined Harry and Ethan.

Seeing that both of them were unharmed, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Merlin, you're all alright—"

Ethan: "Nothing's wrong. Professor Quirrell is dead."

Professor McGonagall: "...What?"

Her eyes widened as if someone had suddenly told her that a troll would be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester.

So Ethan methodically explained the whole story from beginning to end.

He focused on how excellent his murals were, and briefly mentioned the reason for Quirrell's death: "He had Voldemort behind his head, so I burned them both."

Upon hearing this...

Everyone shuddered and froze.

Voldemort?!

What... what on earth happened?!

What exactly did you speedrun through all night?!

Ethan thought for a moment, pointed to the ashes on the ground, and said considerately:

"If you want an autopsy, look, it's right there. You can sweep it up and there'll be a whole bunch of people there."

Professor McGonagall nearly fainted.

She had so much to say, but didn't know where to begin.

Also, when did Ethan add a new mural level?

Don't let everything be passed down to later generations like Hogwarts!

Suspected untold stories about Hogwarts that cannot be erased.jpg

Following Dumbledore were Hermione, Ron, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Snape.

Professor Flitwick looked like he was about to jump up, excitedly asking, "Did you cause that explosion, Ethan?"

"My God! Look at the power of this spell! It's probably even more powerful than the Fiendfyre spell! And the former is an uncontrollable form of dark magic!"

"Ravenclaw coughs."

Professor Flitwick swallowed his excited words again under Snape's gloomy gaze.

Ahem, okay, now is definitely not the time to add points.

In any case, Ethan has made such a great contribution to protecting the Philosopher's Stone and the savior Harry Potter, so Headmaster Dumbledore will surely praise him.

What? You're saying Ethan went a bit too far?

Please, where did this go too far? It's always been like this, okay?