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

Chapter 65 [Erudition] Entry! Hehe, I've succeeded!

"..."

A few seconds later.

Quirrell slowly got up from the ground and obediently sat on the chair that Ethan had pulled out with a levitation spell.

He gave Ethan a smile that looked like he was about to cry.

It has been completely domesticated.

sad.

The light shone on Quirrell from above, making him look less like a professor and more like a prisoner facing an interrogator.

He looked very forlorn; his whole body had turned ashen.

—Ethan, you shouldn't be at Hogwarts.

Instead, they should be in Nurmengard, a prison for serious offenders.

To be neighbors with the first Dark Lord!!!

......

"—Their foreheads were flat, they had almost no eyelids, and even though they were on land, their mouths were wide open, and they were panting heavily, as if they couldn't get any oxygen."

"On both sides of the neck, the skin and flesh pile up together, forming wrinkles that resemble fish gills."

"Hmm, this information comes from the Innsmouth Diary Manuscript."

"These are clearly characteristics that humanity is further developing, yet they show signs of regression. Don't you find that quite interesting, Professor Quirrell?"

"..."

Professor Quirrell was already tired of hearing it.

His eyes were glazed over, streaks of blood appearing on the whites of his eyes, and his brain was buzzing.

This is spiritual pollution! It's a case of spiritual pollution!

God knows how that brat found those terrifying books; perhaps evil forces are drawn to each other.

"Clang—clang—clang—"

this is.

A deep, melodious chime rang out from outside the window.

As if an invisible membrane had been suddenly shattered, Quirrell jolted awake.

Ethan waved his wand, and golden dust formed the present moment in mid-air:

12:01

"Oh dear, it's already past midnight."

Ethan chuckled.

"It's getting late. I've learned a lot tonight, so I'll stop here for now, Professor Quirrell."

"well......!"

Quirrell, as if granted a pardon, jumped to his feet, forced a smile, and staggered toward the door.

His silhouette suggested he was fleeing in disarray.

"Oh, right."

Suddenly, that hellish sound rang out again from behind.

Quirrell stopped, turned his head slightly, and saw Ethan Vincent standing in the dim light.

Perhaps they were leaving; the classroom lights went out.

Only the bright moonlight streaming in through the window was enough to barely make out Ethan's figure.

Ethan's upper face was hidden in shadow, only his beautifully shaped lips could be seen opening and closing on his pale jaw:

"Don't forget to prepare the materials I mentioned, Professor Quirrell."

"Of course, because the quantity isn't small. I'll tell Professor Dumbledore and have him help you find a purchasing channel...maybe you can even get a discount."

Upon hearing that name, Quirrell's heart skipped a beat.

He stared at Ethan, sweating profusely, unable to discern the expression on the strange and eerie boy's face.

For a moment, Quirrell almost thought that Ethan knew everything.

So they used Dumbledore to threaten him.

But then Quirrell thought it was impossible.

Ethan, a newly enrolled young wizard, had his mind filled with those blasphemous and terrifying paintings.

How could he possibly know his secret with Voldemort?

I guess he just wants to pursue art and take advantage of it.

Unfortunately, he couldn't disobey his master's orders.

With Dumbledore in charge, he wouldn't dare to act recklessly.

Less than half a semester has passed, and he still hasn't found a way to get the magic stone. He still has to endure this disgusting school.

Quirrell gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "Then, I'll leave it to you... Mr. Vincent."

After saying that, Quirrell walked away without looking back.

The moment he turned his head, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by utter resentment.

Wait until he's finished exploiting the brat's talents, or until the master loses interest...

Ethan Vincent, I'll make you wish you were dead!!

Watching Quirrell stagger away, Ethan let out a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it's much more enjoyable to discuss one's aesthetics and art with a wicked dark wizard.

There's no need to worry about the other person's mental health.

Ethan invoked Dumbledore to pressure Quirrell, except to get him rat tail juice.

Another point is to ensure that Quirrell obtains the living painting materials he mentioned through legitimate channels.

Otherwise, wouldn't that embolden poachers?

Ethan praised himself for being so thoughtful and considerate.

Today is another day for doing good deeds.

Ah~ I'm almost moved by my own kindness, such a pure and innocent soul!

Just then.

A line of dark blue text appeared before my eyes:

You absorb knowledge with an insatiable thirst, like a shadow absorbing light. You are not far from advancement.

You have gained "Extensive Knowledge".

[Your speed in learning spells and acquiring knowledge has increased.]

When you accumulate enough knowledge, you will acquire new skills.

This will help you with the rituals required for creating living paintings.

As if the first rays of dawn were breaking, a few sharp rays of sunlight pierced through the misty sky.

Ethan felt his mind was clearer and more open.

The curses of the past surfaced in my mind one by one, and those complex and difficult models were clearly outlined.

Ethan waved his wand, and the spell flowed naturally from his lips:

"Disillusionment Charm".

wow——

As if a bucket of cold, slimy liquid had been poured over his head, Ethan watched helplessly as his clothes and body began to "melt," revealing patterns that matched the background.

It worked!

Ethan's pupils contracted.

He naturally remembered the spell Sean used to embarrass him during the selection process.

Other young wizards might think, "I'm a junior, so this can't be taken for granted."

But Ethan understood that in the upcoming official matches, no one would give him special treatment just because he was a junior!

They might even think he's weak and eliminate him first.

Ethan is not afraid of any challenge.

I also refuse to accept that I am inferior to anyone else!

He will forge ahead and use his strength to show those people what kind of opponent they are facing!

Therefore, Ethan had been secretly practicing the advanced Disillusionment Charm.

He also frequently consulted Professor Flitwick.

But he has never been able to successfully execute it.

And now.

Looking at his transparent body, Ethan couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with joy!

It worked!

For the first time, he successfully cast the Illusionary Body Spell!

Things that were not understood before have become clear and understandable with the help of the "博闻" (broad knowledge) entry.

This is the power of "extensive knowledge"!

If one were to go even further and fully acquire new skills, how powerful would that be...?

Ethan couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

This interruption abruptly broke the illusion spell.

The body reappeared.

"I still need to practice..." Ethan murmured.

But we are already very satisfied with this result.

Just like how, even though he knew the complete process of creating living paintings, he still needed to practice it himself.

He had to practice them all himself.

The system doesn't exist to live for him.

Everything I have achieved so far is the result of my own hard work!

Quirrell, send the money!!

......

That night.

In his hazy sleep, Ethan heard a voice that seemed to come from very, very far away:

Ethan Vincent... wake up, I need you... Ethan Vincent...

It was a hoarse, weak voice, yet it contained an inescapable arrogance, as if it had once been the ruler of countless beings.

A seductive female voice rang out.