bookbashuk Chapter 109 The Painting: The Birth of Junyan!
Chapter 109 The Painting: The Birth of Junyan!
Chapter 110 The Painting: The Birth of Junyan!
The words fell.
The air was deathly still.
Quirrell struggled to open his eyes, staring at Ethan, who seemed to be manipulating his prey, his mind a complete mess.
Is Ethan Vincent also on their side?
You're an undercover agent too?!
Voldemort was also stunned.
I thought this kid was Dumbledore's secret weapon, but he just forced Harry Potter to take the Philosopher's Stone right away?
When did he recruit this brat?
Several lines of sight.
Harry looked slightly stunned, then slowly nodded and said, "...Oh, okay."
With that, Harry lifted his foot and walked toward the Mirror of Erised.
Quirrell & Voldemort: ?!
"You...you just agreed like that?!" Quirrell roared hoarsely, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Where is your integrity as a savior? Where is your courage as a Gryffindor? Have you succumbed to darkness like this?!"
"Damn it, you must be under a Confusion Charm—Ethan Vincent, you're utterly despicable! You'll stop at nothing!"
Is this something a villain should say?
Ethan felt that Quirrell had absolutely no self-awareness.
He waved his wand, firmly sealing Quirrell's mouth shut, shook his head, and said:
"Villains talk too much, you're a disgrace to Ravenclaw."
"Mmmmmm!"
Qi Luo was so angry that his eyes were about to burst.
I have never seen such a shameless person!
With its bizarre paintings, tormenting ancient cities, and the struggle for the Philosopher's Stone, Hogwarts is not far from its demise.
Quirrell suddenly shivered, a sense of fear rising from the bottom of his heart.
Looking at Ethan's cheerful and indifferent expression, he realized that from some point onwards, his every move had been under the watchful eye of this brat.
"Perhaps it was never a successful disguise in the first place."
Under those cobalt blue eyes, nothing could be hidden.
While they were gloating over their plans and conspiracies, they were unaware that they had already become pawns on the chessboard.
Every move was part of Ethan Vincent's plan.
— That's terrifying.
What exactly is Ethan Vincent?
What exactly is he trying to do?!
"Dumbledore, your house is about to be raided! Come and stop this brat!!"
Quirrell said with genuine anticipation.
the other side.
Ethan ignored Quirrell's complex emotional journey as he began to pray to Dumbledore.
He walked over to the Mirror of Erised, affectionately put his arm around Harry's shoulder, and asked, "How is it? What did you see?"
Harry answered blankly and obediently:
"I saw myself put the Philosopher's Stone in my pocket—"
As he spoke, Harry felt a sudden weight on his pants, and something appeared in his pocket.
He bent down and took out a red gemstone that was as clear and translucent as a pebble.
It radiates a magical glow.
Instantly.
Quirrell and Voldemort behind his head both gasped for breath.
His eyes were fixed greedily on the red stone.
A magic stone that can turn stone into gold, grant immortality, and revive a wandering soul!
"Wow, it's so beautiful!"
Ethan murmured, as if he could already see it ground into powder or broken into pieces, merging with his painting.
All the effort was worthwhile.
He painstakingly learned goblin crafts, captured an adult dragon, and painted the murals of that ancient city, making indelible contributions to the safety of Hogwarts.
They deserve the magic stone.
"Alright, give it to me now, Harry. Don't keep me waiting any longer."
Ethan reached out his hand to Harry.
Quirrell jumped up abruptly, howling and screaming as if trying to wake Harry up with his shouts.
Don't listen to that devil!
Hold fast to your beliefs, Harry Potter, the savior!
You must not give up, you must protect the magic stone!
however.
Quirrell's inner encouragement did not reach Harry.
The "miracle of love" did not happen between them.
Harry nodded, slowly raised his hand, and handed the Philosopher's Stone—the very stone that Quirrell and Voldemort had plotted against for an entire semester—to Ethan.
moment.
Quirrell's eyes were filled with gloom.
He collapsed in despair.
It’s over.
The world is going to end.
Justice ultimately succumbed to evil—*click*.
A crisp sound.
Ethan used his wand to split the Philosopher's Stone in two, one large and one small, and then returned the smaller half to Harry.
Quirrell: ? ? ?
what?
Why did you return it again?
Harry: "You only want half?"
Ethan nodded: "Yes, half is enough. Because Headmaster Dumbledore said that Nick Flamel still needs some of the Philosopher's Stone so they have time to deal with his affairs."
Moreover, two-thirds of the magic stones are enough.
Quirrell: Dumbledore...?
Quirrell suddenly froze.
An unbelievable thought popped into my head.
You have obtained an extraordinary material—a magic stone!
【Use now?】
Ethan held the crimson stone, which seemed like a gem formed from congealed blood, constantly transmitting a warm and rich magic to his palm.
"Yes, use it now."
next second.
Suddenly, the magic stone burst forth with a dazzling red light!
A powerful surge of magic erupted from it, only to be enveloped by an invisible force.
Its hard exterior began to flow, as if melted by intense heat, turning into a pool of vibrant, living paint!
This rich red is like the summer sun, like a flame dancing in winter.
It is the power of endless life!
Like a thunderstorm that nourishes all things, it falls from the sky like a drumbeat!
Ethan's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but hold his breath!
One drop of pigment seeped into his body.
[Soul Fusion Increased by 2%]
It increased by 2% in an instant, giving Ethan a surge of energy.
However, this is not the most important thing.
With a flick of his wrist, Ethan's wand smoothly transformed into a paintbrush in his hand.
With his other hand, he took out the dragon portrait that he had not yet finished.
At this moment, Ethan realized why he had been unable to successfully replicate the dragon and understood what he was lacking.
Indeed, this extraordinary pigment is as fiery as the blazing sun.
Dip the paintbrush in paint and apply large red patches to the painting.
Instantly, an extremely high temperature swept out from it.
This made Quirrell tremble as he recalled the terrifying memory of being burned by dragonfire.
Crackling, crackling.
The air began to distort, and tiny dust particles spontaneously combusted.
Harry stared in astonishment at the scene, his glasses reflecting a crimson light.
This was the first time he had ever witnessed Ethan painting in person.
Now, he seemed to finally understand why only Ethan could create those magical and powerful paintings.
Apply the final stroke.
Ethan put down his brush, and a majestic and resounding dragon roar echoed from the canvas!
Soaring straight into the sky!
【Painting: Junyan】
[Type: Concept Art]
[Rank: Tier 2 - Golden Legend]
[Description: A painting inspired by the breath of a dragon, depicting the heat and majesty of dragon flames]
[Effect: Using this painting consumes a large amount of magic power, unleashing the power of the dragon, Lord's Flame. Centered on the user, it detonates the surrounding area, cannot be extinguished by water, and burns everything in its path.]
[Comment: The world is the fuel for this feat; the power of dragons is recreated in human form—a true miracle.]
Ethan raised his hand, and as his thoughts shifted, flames rose from his palm.
Like fireflies, they surrounded him, carrying immense heat.
"Wow—" Harry couldn't help but gape, his vision blurring from the heat. "So beautiful, so amazing—"
"Hmph~"
Ethan smiled slightly; at this moment, he felt unusually calm.
It seemed to have transformed into a colossal dragon as vast as mountains, surveying the world with its domineering presence.
Just then.
"You...you weren't under the Confusion Charm?! Dumbledore knew all this?!"
Quirrell broke free of his restraints and crawled up on his knees like a living corpse, questioning in a hoarse voice.
"Confusion Charm? Who? Me?"
Harry was completely bewildered. Seeing Quirrell's terrifying appearance, he instinctively moved behind Ethan.
"No, I volunteered to help Ethan get the Philosopher's Stone."
Harry glanced at Ethan, then said, somewhat embarrassed but also with a hint of pride and smugness:
"I believe Ethan wouldn't harm me!"
Whether it will harm you or not is another matter.
Quirrell froze, exclaiming incredulously:
"You idiot! You didn't even know you were under a Confusion Charm! And I even saw Ethan slapping your scars with his wand to threaten you!!"
"Oh, that."
Harry touched the cool, raw scar and grinned with a slightly goofy expression:
"That was Ethan casting a healing spell on me. After he cast the spell, my scars stopped hurting."
That's why Harry did what Ethan said without any hesitation.
"Besides, didn't Ethan say that the Philosopher's Stone was originally given to Ethan after Headmaster Dumbledore and Nick Flamel discussed it together?"
Ethan nodded, looking at Quirrell with the same pity one would feel for an idiot.
He couldn't help but offer words of comfort:
"It's alright, you still had a role to play."
"look!"
Ethan showed Quirrell the painting of the dragon and smiled happily:
"You made a significant contribution to Hogwarts by helping me obtain the Philosopher's Stone, which enabled me to successfully create a perfect painting!"
"Thank you, Professor Quirrell!"