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

Chapter 57 Newbie Gift Pack: Summoning Style Acquired!

Looking at the scene of "corpses strewn everywhere" and listening to the groans filling the school clinic.

Quirrell swallowed hard, forced to admit:

Ethan Vincent is quite the talent for black magic.

Damn it, if it weren't for him, how could I have ended up like this?!

They used a curse to kill Harry Potter by throwing him off his broom during the Quidditch match!

He planned everything perfectly, leaving no room for error!

Quirrell gritted his teeth, wishing he could smash ten bone-crushing blows into Ethan's face.

Don't let me down...

In his mind, he recalled the low, hoarse, and gloomy voice of the demon.

Like a lightning whip, it struck his nerves sharply, making Quirrell shudder.

"Yes, yes, Master..."

Quirrell silently agreed, struggling to suppress his resentment.

Yes.

He also had to pretend to be magnanimous and forgive Ethan for what he had done to him.

It requires investment of money, energy, and knowledge.

Go and support and teach Ethan in his study of his eccentric paintings.

—How awful! He hated it!

"Are you alright, Professor Quirrell?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise. "Your complexion... doesn't look too good?"

His facial features were contorted and twisting, as if he were having a seizure.

Quirrell froze, then quickly laughed awkwardly, "Y-it's just an old injury flaring up. It's alright, hahaha!"

Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up: "Speaking of which, don't forget to give Ethan a fair and proper punishment, so he realizes how wrong it is to attack a professor."

At this moment, Quirrell was in a state of agitation, his mind buzzing.

He didn't hear what Professor McGonagall said at all, and just nodded haphazardly.

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall assumed he had already made a plan.

Determined to assert his authority as a professor, he decided to teach Ethan a lesson.

Let that child get back on the right track.

With Quirrell's assurance, Professor McGonagall was finally relieved.

He turned around and helped treat the injured students.

The seriously injured and unconscious Sean Max was placed on the hospital bed next to Quirrell.

Quirrell: "..."

He suddenly had a terrifying premonition.

In the future, will this ward be filled with Ethan's unfortunate henchmen?!

......

on Monday.

Ravenclaw bedroom.

"—I still can't believe you actually passed the selection round!"

Michael sat on the bed, buttoning his shirt while staring wide-eyed at Ethan.

By this time, Ethan was already fully dressed.

He was sitting upright at his desk, writing a letter as usual.

The quill pen tip scratched against the paper, making a rhythmic rustling sound.

Compared to the beginning, Ethan's desk now has many more items.

A row of books arranged neatly in alphabetical order, and a soft, movable prosthetic hand that Ethan usually uses to hold his pens.

Now, Michael is used to seeing a prosthetic hand waving at him as soon as he opens his eyes.

Besides these, there are also rolling eyeballs, dancing little figures, and a telescope that's pitch black on one side...

Michael really didn't know what Ethan saw in these things that made him buy them.

They can play with a single game for a very long time.

Even Gobushi, who spews foul water when he loses, is more interesting than this!

"I'm just lucky," Ethan said casually, putting down his quill and reviewing the words.

Michael: "..."

Lucky?

He had heard that all the contestants except Ethan had ended up in the school hospital!

And the chaotic scene was visible even from a distance.

All I can say is, he truly lives up to his name, Ethan.

"Are you aware that the rumors have become so outrageous that you transformed into a great demon, the final boss, and wiped out all the other contestants to qualify?"

"Hmm," Ethan thought, "that sounds interesting."

Please, please don't.

Otherwise, Hogwarts' illustrious reputation would be ruined.

Michael couldn't imagine the shock Ethan would bring to the students of the other colleges.

It's interesting just to think about it.

hee hee~

It's always interesting to watch Ethan persecute others.

Michael was incredibly excited, and he felt that Ethan was absolutely amazing!

No one in the entire school would have imagined that Ethan, a first-year student, would actually pass the selection competition!

Haha, even the chickens and dogs have ascended to heaven!

"Ethan, darling~ Please feel free to ask if you need anything~"

Ethan: "Let's paint together."

Michael: "...My lord, please spare me QAQ"

"Ha, shrimp-headed man."

Ethan gave a dismissive laugh.

He turned and handed the letter he had written to the owl.

This is the owl "Carrot" that has developed a muscular physique in just over two months.

It's no longer the silly and cute thing it used to be.

It glanced at Ethan with its majestic and imposing eyes, spread its thick wings, and flew away in a whoosh.

Without any mercy, it swatted away a pigeon that was blocking its way.

Soaring straight into the sky.

Michael: "..."

How come after hanging out with Ethan for so long, even the owl has become so arrogant?

"Alright, let's go eat. We have Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning; I really hope Professor Snape can teach it forever."

"Ugh~ I don't want that."

"Hmph, at least he's better than that charlatan Professor Quirrell. I really don't know why Hogwarts would hire someone like that."

Another roommate, Mandy Brohe, pushed up her glasses and said indignantly.

"I think it's pretty good," Michael said casually. "At least the final exams will be a bit easier."

Mandy frowned: "We're Ravenclaw, we should aim for first place and strive for second."

"My knowledge is never in the dry ABCs, but in—hey! Good morning, Miss Padma, you look radiant this morning!"

"...A disgrace to the academy!"

Ethan listened as his companions engaged in a heated discussion about whether they were really going to encounter a dark wizard.

My mind gradually began to wander.

[New Player Gift Pack Now Available]

A line of dark blue subtitles appeared before my eyes.

This is the newbie gift pack he opened after the selection competition ended.

[The gallery currently features the following exceptional paintings: "Always" (sent out), "Broom Rash," "Portal," "The Call of Eris," and "Door in the Eye."]

[Thanks to your outstanding performance, your great art has been introduced to the world for the first time.]

[Special gift for you: S-level beginner gift pack - Living Painting Skills!]

Just like transferring learning materials to a hard drive, Ethan's mind was instantly filled with new knowledge.

The complete production process of "living paintings".

First, there's the custom-made canvas.

To bear a part of the soul and life of the portrait, a canvas must be woven from the purest material—precious unicorn hair.

Then soak it in a solution of moonstone powder and slowly tan it.

The entire process requires the use of magical paints.

This means that every stroke and every line must be infused with magic by Ethan.

The project was massive and extremely difficult.

In addition, there are complex spells, memory threads of the creatures depicted in the paintings, and the fragrance used during the painting process.

It can be said that each of these paintings is unique and extremely precious.

It is the memory left by the deceased, and the only thought for the living.

After learning about the production process of living paintings.

Ethan looked again at the walls of Hogwarts covered with paintings, and a feeling of being moved and shocked welled up inside him.

This is all about the passing down of memories and history from generation to generation...

They're fucking rich.

Coincidentally.

Both the art of living art and Horcruxes are different paths leading to the same goal: magic belonging to the soul.

But the former brings comfort to people, while the latter brings disaster.

Magic itself is neither good nor bad; the choice is always made by the user.

therefore.

Ethan believed that Hogwarts should teach dark magic.

What can you learn from that trashy Defense Against the Dark Arts course that's only offered once a year?

No wonder those young wizards, even at the age of six or seven, still couldn't master the Disarming Charm.

Using black magic instead of defense can also ward off curses, killing two birds with one stone.

Death Eaters?

Eat my soul and let it leave my body!

Ethan thought this method was very feasible.

more importantly.

Although he knew how to create living paintings, it was only in theory.

He needs a more open-minded teacher to teach him those complex and ambiguous spells.

Once he successfully learns it, he will be able to invent a new set of cards—

Summoning Card!

What, you have ten people?

Sorry, I summoned a monster to attack my main body's teeth directly!

The more Ethan thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

His eyes sparkled.

Everything is ready, except for the professor.

Who will receive this honor...?

Ethan licked his lips expectantly.

Thinking about this, I walked into the auditorium with my friends.