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

Chapter 54 Hogwarts is still too urbanized

Inside the Gryffindor bedroom at Hogwarts Castle.

It was nearly midnight.

But the common lounge was brightly lit.

Harry, Ron, and the other students all crowded around the windows, anxiously and excitedly looking toward the selection matches.

Originally, it was pitch black there, and there was no sound at all.

Just as they were getting bored, yawning and wanting to go to bed.

Unexpected changes occurred suddenly.

First, there was a deep, guttural roar.

Because of the distance, the shouts were very faint by the time they reached the lounge.

But then, a rumbling sound was heard, like an earthquake, and faint red lights appeared in the distance.

"The toads have rioted!"

Hermione said with certainty, her little face almost pressed against the glass.

She bit her lower lip and said anxiously:

"How could this happen? A toad riot is extremely dangerous! The professors should have taken precautions to prevent this from happening!"

It was as if it were echoing her words.

The once dark cliff edge was suddenly illuminated by various colorful magical lights.

Red, yellow, purple... all sorts of colors intertwined fiercely, with indistinct shouts heard from time to time.

Anyone could tell that something was wrong.

"Merlin! He didn't say anyone would die starting from the selection rounds!"

Ron clicked his tongue, muttering with a mixture of excitement and worry:

"Is Ethan alright? He's only a first-year student, just like us!"

"Hey bro!" The Weasley twins put their arms around him, grinning, "You're both freshmen, but he's already a pro! Little brother, you'd better catch up!"

"Or—quickly cling to a powerful figure!"

"screw you!"

Ron angrily shoved his brother aside, muttering something like, "Can you call it sucking up to someone's leg when it comes to a little wizard's business?"

"Harry! We have to do something!"

Hermione abruptly turned to Harry, who had remained silent, and rattled off a string of words:

"Ethan might be in danger now! Someone must have accidentally angered the Toad King, causing the entire tribe to go berserk!"

"With things so chaotic over there, the professors are overwhelmed and might not even have time to look after Ethan!"

"Oh my god! Maybe Ethan is lying in a cave, his legs broken, his treasure gone, groaning in pain and despair!"

"But in the end, no one came to save him, and he could only die slowly and alone!"

As Hermione spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

Harry: No, sis, you're here?

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush."

Harry pushed up his glasses, pursed his lips, and slowly said:

"Do you really think Ethan is in danger?"

Upon hearing this, Hermione and Ron were both taken aback.

"Uh, think about it. Do you remember the painting Ethan drew before the selection?"

As he said this, Harry couldn't help but shudder.

That painting of pupils.

Although it was painted on the canvas with paint, it looked as if someone was hiding behind it, watching them with their eyes.

The center of the pupil was pitch black, like a tunnel.

If you stare at it for too long, you'll feel like you're being sucked in.

Perhaps to repay their help, Ethan deliberately placed the painting in front of them and tested its effects with them.

Harry said there was no need for that.

I appreciate it.

The way his eyes rolled around gave Harry nightmares for several nights in a row.

In his dream, countless eyeballs filled the sky, staring straight down at him.

He almost fell headfirst into the cauldron during Potions class.

Harry's reminder reminded him.

Hermione and Ron fell silent.

Clearly, he remembered something.

“Given Ethan’s abilities,” Harry added, his face masked in pain, “he’s the only one who can persecute others; no one else can ever persecute him.”

maybe.

This chaos might have been caused by Ethan himself.

......

at the same time.

The starting point of the selection competition.

Waves of lake water lapped against the rocky cliff edge.

By the bright moonlight, Ethan looked at the ring in his hand in surprise.

The jet-black, matte diamond-shaped gemstone and the intricately carved gold setting give it an elegant and noble appearance.

Holding it, Ethan seemed to feel a magical resonance.

【Ignorant and foolish person... let me see what you're thinking...】

A low, indistinct murmur drifted in the air, as if through a thick layer of glass, and Ethan couldn't hear it clearly.

He felt a blur before his eyes, as if a wisp of mist had entered his mind.

next second.

The magic that had been surrounding the ring froze.

Like a kitten whose paws touched a hot pan, the magic was instantly withdrawn.

It became an ordinary, unremarkable ornament.

A ring with an unclear meaning.

Ethan casually tossed the ring into his leather bag containing the paintings.

Faintly, it seemed as if a fleeting roar could be heard.

Although he felt the face looked somewhat familiar, Ethan didn't think much of it.

Items imbued with magic are not many, but they are not uncommon either.

This proves that it is a worthy trophy.

That's enough to get myself selected.

Thank you so much, Sean, for your gift.

Go ahead and rest assured.

Ethan smiled with delight.

By the way, you can choose to keep the spoils as a souvenir.

The waiting time was a bit long.

Ethan sat down with his legs bent, propped his chin up, and looked at the colorful magical light in front of him.

The various colors and special effects intertwined, just like a grand fireworks display.

Occasionally, the excited shouts of students could be heard.

"Hogwarts is still too urbanized..."

Ethan sighed softly.

When I have the chance, I must let Luna see this beautiful scene.

Ethan turned his head, and Penelope's filthy face was reflected in his cobalt blue eyes.

He used a portal to bring his senior out when the chaos began.

at this time.

Penelope slumped to the ground.

He stared blankly at Ethan, mouth agape, as if he were completely dumbfounded.

Spending time alone with the most prominent figures at Hogwarts is something that other girls envy and yearn for.

However, Penelope felt only deep fear.

She didn't know what had happened.

But she knew that the one who started all this chaos was this seemingly innocent and friendly boy in front of her!

That's so stupid.

I was so stupid to think that Ethan was immature!

Ethan clearly knows what he's doing better than anyone else here.

And once a goal is set, they will move forward resolutely.

Even if you encounter similar challenges along the way.

Penelope's only consolation was that she had sided with Ethan out of admiration and sympathy.

At least, Ethan could show a little more care for those who helped him.

Penelope shuddered as she recalled Sean's miserable state when she was teleported away through the portal.

...Headmaster Dumbledore, why not let Ethan be the prefect of the next class?

Anyway, she can't control it!

Penelope was on the verge of tears, hugging her knees and trembling.

......

I don't know how much time passed.

Fireworks—oh no, the curse gradually stopped.

Not far away, several swaying figures appeared.

Ethan stood up, gave himself a thorough cleaning, and strolled over to greet him with leisurely steps.

"Good evening, everyone. Is the selection process over?"

"..."

Everyone stared intently at Ethan.

At this moment, Ethan was dressed neatly, his black robe fluttering in the cold wind, revealing his straight and tall figure.

Not a single speck of mud touched his fair face.

His features were exquisite, only his black hair was slightly disheveled by the wind, which only added to Ethan's unruly handsomeness.

In contrast, consider the others.

The professors were covered in mud and looked disheveled, along with students lying haphazardly.

It's as if on one side is a young master who has just finished a banquet, and on the other side is a refugee who has just fled.

The contrast is simply too stark.