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

Chapter 105 Quirrell: What does "the door cannot be opened from this side" mean?

Chapter 106 Quirrell: What does "the door can't be opened from this side" mean?

A purple epic!!

Ethan opened his eyes slightly, his breath catching in his throat.

Upon seeing this review, I was first taken aback, and then overjoyed!

It was worth all the effort and expense he put into it.

This mural is a culmination of the best of all art forms!

Ethan turned his head and was greeted by a painting that covered an entire wall!

The iron-black gate hangs high overhead, and the stone floor, painted in yellow and gray, leads into a deep, dark depth.

An ancient, historical scent wafts over you, mixed with the smell of mold and grime—it's incredibly alluring.

Although it is flat, upon closer inspection, one's gaze can enter the winding corridor, and one's legs involuntarily move closer to it.

This is our Saien amusement park! It's so fun and joyful. Do you have a Saien amusement park like this?

【Sein Old Town】

[Type: Mural]

[Tier: Tier 2 - Purple Epic]

[Description: Miyako Hidetaka's way home as a child]

[Effect: Allows a person to truly enter into the torment and suffering; it will exist forever unless the canvas is destroyed; it cannot be retrieved or transferred.]

[Comment: You've replicated history perfectly]

[One of the requirements for advancing to level three in drawing skills has been met!]

【Condition 1: Create a Tier 2 Purple Epic Painting (Completed)】

[Condition Two: Hold a grand art exhibition for a being that does not exist in this world]

Condition 3: Not unlocked

Soul fusion level increased by 1%

[44%→45%]

"Wah, Ethan half-closed his eyes."

As the fusion of souls deepened, the fatigue within my body vanished completely.

Magic was replenished, like leveling up in an adventure game, restoring health.

Comfort is not just about that.

It also fulfills one of the conditions for advancing to level three of the painting skill.

The thought of his strength improving even further filled Ethan with excitement.

They wish they could cram a few more monsters into the ancient city.

Unfortunately, the Mimic was not developed this time.

Ethan couldn't find suitable contents.

Perhaps it's time for Hagrid to conduct hybridization experiments with the blast-tailed snail ahead of schedule...

Surely, that will bring more joy to the world.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, do you like this painting?"

Ethan asked sincerely, his eyes sparkling with pure light:

"Unless Hogwarts falls, this mural will stand here forever, its fame enduring through the ages."

Would you like to come in and have some fun?

Dumbledore: "...Thank you for your kind invitation, Mr. Vincent. But this old man should probably decline; let's leave the opportunities to the younger generation."

As he spoke, Dumbledore himself chuckled.

It looks like we're adding another restricted area to the school's list.

However, for those perpetually restless little lions, the more they are forbidden from doing something, the more they want to do it.

For example, the Weasley twins, who are always breaking school rules.

This ancient city may indeed become one of the wonders of Hogwarts in the future—no, its very existence is already an incredible "wonder".

Dumbledore gazed at the magnificent mural he had witnessed being painted from scratch with paint, and was deeply moved.

"...I'd like to offer five thousand Galleons as a token of my appreciation for your outstanding contributions to Hogwarts. What do you say, Mr. Vincent?"

Dumbledore winked at Ethan.

Five thousand Galleons!!!

Ethan immediately turned his head and squinted.

Suddenly, Old Deng in front of him began to emit a dazzling golden light, making it difficult for him to look directly at him.

"I'm beginning to respect you, Headmaster Dumbledore," Ethan said earnestly.

Only now?

Dumbledore hardened his head, a thousand words swirling in his mind.

But in the end, he simply shook his head and chuckled, "Thank you, Mr. Vincent. The best time to start something, besides the past, is now."

Dumbledore looked at the handsome, composed little boy in front of him with kind eyes.

I remembered an old friend.

...They look very similar.

However, Ethan didn't have an obsessive thirst for power and authority; he was simply a pure-hearted child who loved art.

Ethan: "Oh, right, Headmaster Dumbledore. There's one more thing I'd like to ask for."

He looked up and asked sincerely, "Could you give me the magic stone? I want greater power."

Then you see Dumbledore's originally relaxed and warm smile disappear.

froze.

the next day.

"Five thousand Galleons?!"

The juice in Ron's mouth flowed down like a river.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Ethan, who casually remarked, "I sold one of my paintings for five thousand Galleons."

They felt that the other party was already a superior race that they could no longer look directly at.

Harry pushed up his glasses and added, "Besides, it was just a purchase of usage rights. To be precise, it was Headmaster Dumbledore's appreciation and support for Ethan."

Hermione thought to herself: This is indeed part of a talent development program... How can I join this great program?

The Weasley Twins: "Ronnie, my little darling~ Go hug Ethan's leg~"

"Hold it with both arms—"

"Kneel down and hug—"

Ron's face flushed red, his hair standing on end in anger: "Shut up—"

"Shh!" the Weasley twins suddenly exclaimed, excitedly crouching down to hide. "He's here!"

The "he" here refers to Professor Quirrell.

Professor Quirrell was seen buying land and crossing the snow.

He was as thin as a sheet of paper, pale and emaciated, as if the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts had drained all his energy.

However, at this moment, his face was radiating an undisguised ecstasy.

It felt like something I had been waiting for had finally arrived.

Until "Bang!"

The Weasley twins threw a snowball, which hit Professor Quirrell on the back of the head, which was covered by a turban, and burst into laughter.

Ethan kindly handed them a snowball.

"Thanks, bro!"

The Weasley twins caught it and, with the skill of Quidditch hitters, threw it forcefully at Quirrell's head.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Quirrell fell backward.

A patch of dark red liquid gradually seeped out from the back of his head.

The Weasley Twins: ? ? ?

They stopped in their tracks, stunned.

Looking down, he peeled back the snowball Ethan had handed him—and found a palm-sized hard rock inside.

Turning my head, I saw Ethan intently wrapping stones in snow, just like a chef making pies.

The Weasley Twins: !!!

They just wanted to play a prank, they didn't want to murder anyone!

"Why didn't you stop Ethan?!" George and Fred stared at Harry and his companions in shock. "You just stood by and watched?"

Harry stammered, bewildered, "I...I thought you had already discussed it..."

Hermione said thoughtfully, "Ethan must have his reasons for doing this."

Ron nodded vigorously.

The Weasley twins:

The North is beyond saving. Let Mom open a new account.

Surprisingly, Quirrell did not pursue the matter.

Instead, after struggling to his feet, he merely gave them a gloomy look before running away quickly.

Ethan stood up and patted his snow-covered gloves.

Watching Quirrell's hurried retreating figure, he slowly spoke:

"Did you know? Headmaster Dumbledore isn't here today. He was summoned to the Ministry of Magic by a letter."

Turning her head, and amidst Hermione's sudden furrowed brow and thoughtful expression, and the bewildered gazes of the others, she smiled:

"This means... tonight, we're going to have a really fun adventure."

That night.

Fourth floor is a restricted area.

A harp was playing automatically, while the three-headed dog, Louie, slept soundly beside it.

Quirrell bypassed the unconscious giant—the very barrier he had set up himself—and strolled leisurely forward.

His expression was cold and clear, completely unlike his usual dull and stuttering demeanor.

"Such simple protection, not difficult at all... Now all that's left is the test of that pesky black bat... Master, I'll get the magic stone for you soon!"

"However, when did this mural appear here...?"

As Quirrell gazed at the magnificent murals of the ancient city, a sense of fear and resentment instinctively welled up within him.

"Ethan Vincent... that damned brat... once I get the Philosopher's Stone and resurrect my master, I'll make you kneel down and beg me to kill you...!"

Quirrell was lost in his own wonderful fantasy, and couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

But at this time...

He discovered that the physical door that originally led to the next room had been replaced by a painted door.

"...What the hell?"

Quirrell frowned; the overly familiar painting technique made him break out in a cold sweat.

He tentatively reached out and pushed.

A line of text appeared—

The door cannot be opened from this side.

Quirrell: ? ? ?

next second.

"what!"

He screamed and was sucked into the mural!

After a pungent smell of paint, I fell onto the cold, hard stone floor.

Looking up, a huge iron gate with spikes stood overhead like a guillotine.

Inside the iron gate, the dark and cold interior exuded a damp and putrid odor.

It looked like a cesspool that had been abandoned for a long time and was filled with filth.

Quirrell looked down in confusion and saw a line of advice written on the stone brick in front of him:

Welcome to the ancient city of Sein.

[Ahead lies the Philosopher's Stone]