bookbashuk Chapter 48 Only a shocking truth can awaken the sleepers!
Chapter 48 Only a shocking truth can awaken the sleepers!
"It may be accompanied by dangers such as drowning, dismemberment, melting, etc."
"I am aware of the aforementioned possible consequences and am willing to assume responsibility."
Signature: Ethan Vincent
Ethan signed his name in neat and beautiful handwriting in the blank space.
As the last stroke was made, a circular emblem appeared on the text, like an anti-counterfeiting mark.
"That's the magic that verifies your identity and acknowledges the legal validity of the signature."
"To prevent some people from doing something malicious and registering others."
Frivi explained, winking at Ethan.
It sounds like something the Weasley twins would do.
Ethan thought to himself.
Ethan's heart, which had been pounding over a thousand Galleons, slowly calmed down as Professor Flitwick put away the application forms.
Only then did I have time to take a look around the office.
The most eye-catching thing is a huge glass cabinet.
Inside was a gleaming golden trophy with a pair of crossed magic wands on it, and wisps of gold dust drifting around it.
It is engraved on it:
[Duel Tournament World Cup Gold Award]
On the wall, there was also a picture of the "Duel Master's" height.
The muscular wizard holding the spell above grinned at Ethan with a Schwarzenegger-esque tough guy smile.
Besides.
Professor Flitwick also collected many exquisite little gadgets.
There was a skull shaped like a dragon, a tortoise shell inlaid with gemstones, and a silver pot placed on a cushion...
They all shimmered in the sunlight, weaving together beautiful colors.
Looking at this collector's office, Ethan couldn't help but think of the rumors that Professor Flitwick had fairy blood.
After all, human desires are free.
If giants can do it, then those goblin-like creatures must be able to as well...
"—Mr. Vincent?"
Ethan jolted, looked up, and met Professor Flitwick's questioning gaze.
He paused, then gave a polite smile: "It's nothing. I was just thinking about something in biology, and I got a little lost in thought."
"Oh, it's nothing. Thinking is a good habit."
Frivi nodded subconsciously.
For some reason, I feel like my head is a bit pointy.
"The selection competition will be held next Friday night, and the main test will be how to get through the giant purple toad's nest."
"I will explain the specific details to you once the Ravenclaw enrollment is finalized."
"Okay," Ethan nodded, "thank you, Professor."
"You're welcome."
Professor Flitwick smiled and looked at Ethan with eyes full of appreciation for his talent.
Ethan certainly couldn't have actually been selected through the school's internal selection process.
He's only a first-year wizard who's been enrolled for a few months!
Although he repeatedly demonstrated an extremely high level of magical skill.
But ultimately, they can't compare to those senior students who have studied for several more years.
In particular, the senior students who had been preparing for this competition for a long time.
For them, this match was of great significance.
Participate in this competition and achieve results.
It can add a significant touch to their resumes.
No matter where you want to work after graduation, having achieved results in this competition basically guarantees your success.
According to Professor Flitwick:
Standing before him now was Penelope Crivate, the prospective next prefect and one of the vice presidents of the Round Table Society.
Sean Max, who has been ranked first in his grade for six consecutive years and is also the vice president of the Roundtable Parliament club.
Percy Weasley, the new prefect from Gryffindor.
Flitwick was secretly watching his interactions with his mistress, Penelope.
There's also Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff's third-grade hero—Flitwick's impression of the kid is that he's quite handsome and a bit more sunny than Ethan.
And Gemma Farley, the prefect from Slytherin, a proud and excellent young woman.
They all want to sign up for the challenge.
They were determined to pass the selection process and achieve a good result in the final competition.
It's both a way to prove themselves and to add honor to their graduation resumes.
Ethan Vincent?
That's impossible!
"Friendship first, competition second. Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Mr. Vincent."
Professor Flitwick said with a smile.
"Okay, Professor."
Ethan saw through Professor Flitwick's perfunctory attitude.
Clearly, the other side didn't believe he would pass the selection competition at all.
However, Ethan didn't say anything.
He bowed slightly, holding the "Godman TV Collection"—no, it was "The Complete Guide to the Secret Realm Search Challenge"—given by Professor Flitwick, and walked out of the office.
A resolute and determined look flashed in his eyes.
Only shocking facts can awaken these slumbering people.
To their astonishment, reality was not as they had imagined!
A thousand Galleons, the treasure of Herpo.
I'm coming!
......
Before the selection tournament, there was also a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
However, Professor Quirrell was still lying dead in the university hospital.
Without his interference, the match proceeded surprisingly smoothly.
"—Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor gets 150 points! Gryffindor wins!!!"
Lee Jordan, the Weasley twins' best friend, shouted with all his might, his voice cracking with excitement.
Amidst thunderous cheers, Harry held up the gleaming Golden Snitch.
A genuine smile of joy appeared on his sweat-covered face.
This little boy, who has spent the last eleven years being suppressed by his relatives and living in a dirty cupboard, now seems to be glowing from every pore.
In the Ravenclaw stands.
Ethan smiled and clapped along with the others.
He picked up the magic wand.
The wand in his hand naturally transformed into the shape of a paintbrush according to his thoughts.
Ethan wielded his brush, using magic as paint, and quickly sketched in mid-air.
soon--
"roar--!!!"
A loud lion's roar echoed throughout the entire Quidditch arena!
Everyone turned their heads in surprise.
Above the Ravenclaw stands, a lifelike golden-red lion hovered, roaring majestically.
This made Slytherin's face turn as black as a pot lid.
Professor Snape's eyes seemed to be already contemplating 108 ways to poison Ethan.
Harry naturally saw this scene as well.
He struggled to peek out from among his teammates, gazing at the lion painted by the brush, and couldn't help but feel his eyes well up with tears.
He raised his hand and waved frantically at the figure occupying a whole row in the Ravenclaw stands.
—The first Quidditch match ended perfectly.
The school-wide selection trials for the Secret Realm Search Competition are gradually coming into the public eye.
To be precise, it was Ethan, a first-year student who had signed up, who attracted everyone's attention.
First grade!
Who gave him permission to register?
Oh, it's Professor Flitwick who's extremely fond of him. Oh, then it's alright.
Ethan was already a hot topic, and this incident has caused an even bigger uproar.
In his brilliance, even Cedric Diggory, the third-year Hufflepuff ace competing, was ignored.
This left Cedric somewhat frustrated.
Some admired Ethan's courage, while others mocked his overestimation of his abilities.
Regardless, they were all looking forward to Ethan's performance in the selection trials—or rather, to his "embarrassment."