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

Chapter 64 Legilimency? You're pretty brave!

"What's wrong, Professor Quirrell? Why are you sweating so much all of a sudden? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ethan suddenly stepped closer to Quirrell.

A wicked glint flashed in his cobalt blue eyes, reflecting the sweaty, pale face of his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Go ask that child... go ask him why he wants to learn the magic of soul separation... ask him quickly!

Quirrell shuddered.

The furious and urgent voice in his mind lashed his spine like an iron whip, making him tremble all over.

Quirrell swallowed.

Staring at the handsome boy in front of her with a concerned expression, she felt a strange sense of dread.

It's like looking at a monster wearing human skin.

Although its appearance is anthropomorphic, its inner self is something that is completely incomprehensible!

This is so bizarre and strange!

Why did this boy enrage his great master so much with just one sentence?

What secrets does this first-year student, who should know nothing, actually possess?!

"A magic that separates the spirit from the soul?"

Quirrell really started stuttering, forcing an awkward smile.

"Why...why are you asking this? This is extremely evil black magic..."

Ethan tilted his head, a wicked smile quickly passing from the corner of his mouth, leaving only pure innocence and purity.

"evil?"

"All I wanted to do was study living art, is that so evil?"

Ethan blinked his round blue eyes.

Thanks to his age and appearance, he knew this trick would be incredibly effective.

Special attacks targeting older women.

They also target men in certain professions.

Every morning while washing up, Ethan would find himself adorable.

Damn! (Interjection) This face is so relatable.

whee.

[Ethan launches a cute attack; should you choose to believe him?]

[It's like a cat]

No → Respectfully yours for ¥&……%

--【yes】

Quirrell, of course, did not see these strange things.

He only saw an innocent and naive Ethan.

This gradually calmed Quirrell's previously pounding heart.

My mind remained silent for a long time.

Finally, a new order arrived:

Let's leave it at that for now.

Voldemort instinctively felt that Ethan was toying with him.

But he had no evidence.

...This first-grader has no way of knowing about "Horoscopes".

Even he, a great man, only came to know about it in his later years.

Voldemort was incredibly confident.

He was someone who stood above everyone else.

Everyone else is a humanoid freak, but I am a rare genius!

At the same age as me, they have achieved more and know more than I have?

impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

Thinking of this.

Voldemort was relieved.

I even felt a little ridiculous that I reacted so strongly to the keywords.

Since it's about research on painting, do your best to assist him...

His voice was hoarse, like the struggle of a dying person.

Quirrell sensed his weakened master and fell back into a deep sleep.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked up and saw Ethan staring straight at him, waiting for his answer.

Ethan: ◉ᴗ◉

"..."

A pincer attack from both sides.

Quirrell felt like he was going to have a terrible time.

"Um, Vincent, I'm not very familiar with live drawing yet, I need to do some research first—"

"It's okay," Ethan interrupted Quirrell's stammering, saying lightly, "I know."

Quirrell: "Huh?"

You know? If you know, why are you asking me?

Ethan: "First, I need to borrow two books, 'False Souls and Real Memories' and 'The Art of Living Art,' and learn the spells used in them."

"By the way, they're all in the restricted section. You'll have to write me a note of approval."

Quirrell: "Okay, okay..."

It sounds easy, since it's just teaching spells anyway.

Ethan: "Secondly, I need ten bundles of unicorn tail hair, a bucket of moonstone powder, a bucket of dragon blood, and ritual mistletoe..."

Listen to Ethan rattle off several items like a menu.

Quirrell understood.

I relaxed too early.

Ten "bundles" of unicorn tail hair?!

He had never heard of using the quantifier "bundle" to describe the hair on a unicorn's tail!

Has the magical world secretly evolved without his knowledge?!

So they're buying their goods from him!

If it weren't for Voldemort's orders, Quirrell would have loved to give this arrogant brat a Crucifixion right now.

then.

Then, thinking of Dumbledore standing tall above him, Quirrell became even calmer.

but.

We can't let this humiliation go unpunished.

"You've ordered quite a lot... Are these all materials needed for the live painting?"

Quirrell spoke slowly, his voice suddenly becoming hoarse.

He leaned down and looked directly into Ethan's eyes—

Capture the mind and seize thoughts!

brush!

Quirrell's eyes glazed over.

—Red, an overwhelming expanse of red.

Quirrell heard the rushing sound of the tides rising and falling, and crimson waves kept lapping at his feet.

And above, in front, it seemed both far away and yet so close.

Quirrell saw a mountain of flesh.

It wriggled, howled, and kept changing shape.

Countless flowing faces seemed distorted by extreme torment, yet also seemed to find it sweet.

"Ah, ah... Ahahahahaha!!!"

When Quirrell came to his senses, he found that Quirrell was lying on the ground laughing uncontrollably.

Ethan stood by, silently watching him go mad.

Only when the cobalt blue eyes are backlit do you realize how incredibly cold they are.

This reminded Quirrell of Muggle doctors who would cut open patients' stomachs.

What did he just see?

Merlin! Is he something a mere wizard, a human, could even think of?!

Since Quirrell voluntarily became Voldemort's vessel, he has rarely recited Merlin's name.

But now, Quirrell found himself repeating it to himself several times.

He himself didn't realize it.

"I assume."

Ethan's polite voice rang out, causing Quirrell to shudder and look up at him in alarm.

"Were you just performing Legilimency on me, Professor Quirrell?"

"No, no—I just, I just wanted to know about those materials—"

"Are you trying to steal my ideas and inspiration?"

Ethan looked at Quirrell with disapproval.

Quirrell: "..."

Who would want to steal your inspiration?!

At that moment, Quirrell had the feeling that he was about to be beaten by the burly man, but instead the burly man pulled out a room key.

You might as well just punch me.jpg

But Ethan clearly had no intention of letting him go.

In reality, Ethan always wanted those who didn't understand him to use Legilimency on him.

To see directly the most genuine thoughts in his mind and feel his most sincere desire for art.

That way, everyone can live in harmony.

Instead of screaming and kicking him out of the studio.

Peace and love~♡

Then Ethan's expression softened, and like a patient and encouraging teacher, he said:

"It's alright, Professor Quirrell. I know you suspect I want to buy from you. How can that be suspicion—cough, how can that be a fact?"

"They are indeed essential for creating living paintings."

It's just that, for the sake of error tolerance and practice, the number is only a little over a hundred million.

"Well then, it seems you haven't yet grasped my pursuit of art."

"What you just saw was my new inspiration—'The Mountain of Suffering.' I'm considering combining it with live painting."

"spread!"

Ethan suddenly reached out and grabbed Quirrell's shoulder, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Tonight, let's discuss love, death (the soul), and art! It'll be a good opportunity to expand my knowledge of soul magic."

"I...I won't—"

"After all, Professor Quirrell wouldn't want Headmaster Dumbledore to know that you used Legilimency on that weak, pitiful, and helpless little wizard, would he?"