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

Chapter 63: Giving Voldemort a Small Shock

These words immediately caused an uproar in the classroom!

Penelope looked at Ethan in astonishment, unable to believe what she had just heard!

Ethan's going to compete all by himself?!

Not teaming up with other people?

Are you crazy?!

No.

Even the craziest person wouldn't joke with their own life!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, and Cedric raised his eyebrows high.

Only Gemma Farley, who already knew Ethan's thoughts, remained as calm as an iceberg.

"Do you know what you're saying, Mr. Vincent!"

Professor McGonagall snapped out of her reverie and said sternly.

"The Secret Realm Search is an extremely dangerous competition, not child's play!"

"Even in a team, your safety isn't guaranteed, let alone if you're acting alone!"

"I think you should be aware of the danger of this match, how could you make such a foolish statement?!"

Ethan listened quietly to Professor McGonagall's accusations.

Just as Professor McGonagall was talking until her throat was dry, she stopped.

Then Ethan spoke up: "What you said makes sense."

But I refused.

Professor McGonagall: "..."

Professor McGonagall nearly choked on her breath.

So you're completely impervious to reason!

She was both anxious and angry, trembling all over, wishing she could transform into a cat and give Ethan a couple of swipes.

"I must remind you, Mr. Vincent. Your goal is to win honors, which is excellent."

"But if you fail halfway through, there's no honor to speak of. And as a first-year student, it's almost impossible to win the competition on your own."

Ethan chuckled, "The probability isn't zero, is it?"

Before Professor McGonagall could retort, Ethan spoke again:

"And you're wrong about one thing, Professor McGonagall."

"I don't seek honor... I seek to be the best!"

If you're going to do it, do it the best!

As he spoke, two cold glints suddenly shot out from Ethan's usually calm and peaceful eyes!

Like a cold blade being drawn from its sheath, it startled everyone present!

Cedric looked at Ethan, clenching his fists excitedly.

In this competition, he didn't compete against the older students.

His only rival is Ethan Vincent!

He would consider himself victorious if he could outperform Ethan!

Cedric believed that, as a third-year student and a hero of Hufflepuff, he already valued Ethan highly compared to a first-year student.

On the other side, listening to Ethan's calm and firm words, and looking into his cobalt blue eyes that shone like starlight.

Professor McGonagall realized this with a start.

Ethan wasn't boasting; he was seriously assessing his own capabilities.

And I sincerely believe that I can become number one!

Team victory and individual victory are not on the same level.

The impact it brought was also far different.

Professor McGonagall recalled what Dumbledore had said:

As long as Ethan's ideas don't harm others, we don't need to interfere too much.

Every so often, one or two exceptional children emerge. I think Ethan knows what he's doing.

Look, Minerva, the night is deep and still, yet above it, aren't the stars burning brightly?

[Burning, emitting a dazzling light, illuminating us hundreds of thousands of light-years away... Heh, Muggle astronomy is quite interesting, isn't it?]

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall's mood gradually calmed down.

...Never mind, just as Professor Dumbledore said.

Let Ethan do it as long as he doesn't hurt anyone else.

There are also adult wizards accompanying and protecting the participants during the competition, so there is generally no major danger.

Official competitions and qualifying rounds can be completely different.

Given such a complex and dangerous situation, it's impossible for Ethan to blow up the exam room again, right?

...Probably not.

Finally, Professor McGonagall sighed and said:

"Then it's up to you, Mr. Vincent."

"The Secret Realm Search Challenge does not have a strict requirement to form a team. Registration is done solo."

Ethan smiled and said politely, "Thank you for your understanding."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a soft chuckle.

Ethan's eyes darted around, meeting the cold, resentful gazes of Slytherin.

These two... seem to be the two Slytherins who were in my group during the selection trials.

Ethan suddenly realized.

Slytherin was fundamentally opposed to him.

In addition, during the selection competition, these two unlucky guys were knocked unconscious in the cave because of the chaos they created.

No wonder there was such malice in his eyes when he looked at me.

Ethan looked away and ignored him.

The outcome will be revealed in the official competition.

After all, it's a 1v1 situation.

Everyone present is my enemy.

Ethan licked his lips, a surge of excitement welling up in his eyes.

The lunch break was short, and after Professor McGonagall gave some more instructions, the meeting adjourned.

As they were leaving, Gryffindor and Slytherin had another minor altercation.

The reason was that the Slytherin people said, "We'd rather team up with a troll than a Gryffindor."

Gryffindor retorted, "Make sure they're not mistaken for dark wizards and killed by students from other schools."

"Then you'd better team up with your esteemed Mr. Vincent," Slytherin grinned, his face twisted in a sneer, "that way you can find an excuse for your defeat!"

Before the words were finished, a cold voice interrupted:

"Shut up. Blaitch, Higgs, have you forgotten all your manners?"

The one who spoke was none other than someone else.

It was Gemma Farley, the prefect of Slytherin.

She stared coldly at the two students and said, word by word:

"Apologize to Vincent now."

With whom?!

With Ethan Vincent?!

The two Slytherins stared at their prefect in disbelief.

I just can't understand why the prefect would suddenly side with Ethan!

however.

Under Gemma's icy gaze, they could only turn their heads away, mumble something to Ethan in a perfunctory manner, and then quickly walk away.

……idiot.

Gemma watched the two figures walk away and said silently to herself.

The worst outcome of losing a match is death.

But offending Ethan is a fate worse than death.

Terrifying.

Gemma didn't know what strategy Ethan would use to secure first place.

But she had already given away the money, so no matter what, she could "survive".

Gemma Farley glanced at Ethan.

He then slightly raised his chin, not even glancing at the group of Gryffindors, and walked away with his head held high and chest puffed out.

"..."

Oliver Wood watched her aloof figure as she walked away, muttering to himself in confusion:

"Is she standing up for us, or is it simply because those guys mentioned Ethan?"

The Ravenclaw students looked at Wood with pity.

Of course, it's because of Ethan, that "blockhead".

Even if you were to cosplay as a teru teru bozu in front of Miss Gemma, they guarantee she wouldn't even glance at you.

It's Ethan from their family, he's so popular!

On the other side, Sateri watched this scene and secretly clenched his fist.

Even Slytherin is helping Ethan; no wonder he chose him as a rival!

Meeting the admiring and praising gazes of the group, Ethan gave a well-behaved smile.

Ethan doesn't know anything!

……

night.

Ethan received Quirrell's first private lesson.

They were in an ordinary abandoned classroom.

Although it had been cleaned and reused, a faint musty smell still lingered in the air.

Chairs and tables were piled up to one side, looking very messy.

However, the advantage is that there is a large open space in the middle, so you can put things in whatever you like.

"It's very quiet here, no one will bother us, haha!"

Quirrell chuckled nervously, rubbing his hands together nervously and expectantly, staring at Ethan. He asked:

"Well, Mr. Vincent, is there anything you'd like to learn right now?"

Ethan nodded, met Quirrell's gaze, and smiled as he spoke:

"I want to learn the technique of separating the soul."

With a loud bang.

Quirrell was stunned to feel a violent jolt at the back of his head!

A sudden, sharp pain shot through his brain, and he used all his strength to keep from screaming and collapsing.

What happened?!

Is there anything wrong with what Ethan said?

Quirrell was terrified.

A highly disrespectful thought popped into my head:

It was as if the mighty Dark Lord had been frightened by a single sentence uttered by a child...

But that's absolutely impossible!