bookbashuk Chapter 44 Senior, you don't want to end up like Malfoy, do you?
Chapter 44 Senior, you don't want to end up like Malfoy, do you?
Sean felt a wave of dizziness and his brain was congested with anger.
For a moment, he couldn't tell if Ethan was answering his question seriously or just playing a trick on him.
"second."
Ethan's voice continued.
He extended a second finger, and a chill suddenly rose in his cobalt blue eyes.
"Why do you think I won't resist?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura swept out from Ethan!
His cobalt blue eyes were fixed on Sean, flashing with an unusually crazy light!
The air distorted around Ethan.
Like the refraction on a soap bubble, it displays constantly shifting and changing colors, which is quite eerie.
The fireplace flames flickered and crackled without any wind.
A pungent smell, a mixture of nuts and minerals, filled the lounge.
It diluted the aroma of the food.
This is a riot of magic.
Everyone felt it; their hair stood on end, as if it were the prelude to a thunderbolt.
Even Professor Flitwick composed himself and instinctively grabbed his wand.
When faced with this raging force, Sean's pupils constricted, his body tensed, and a chill ran down his spine!
Sean, who had always only known how to bury himself in his studies, realized for the first time that there was more to this world than just cleverness.
Even more so, there is the iron fist of punishment.
"—What, what do you want to do?!" Sean cried out in terror, stammering, "This is Hogwarts!"
Sean never imagined that he would actually be threatened by an eleven or twelve-year-old kid!
He lost his composure in front of ordinary students and club members!
This is an utter disgrace!
It was even more shameful for Sean than not getting first place in the exam.
The atmosphere was tense.
However, the next second, Ethan suddenly burst out laughing.
Like the spring breeze melting the frozen lake surface.
That beautiful smile instantly made that madness and coldness vanish without a trace.
"Senior, why are you so nervous? I was just kidding."
Ethan raised his hand, patted the frozen Sean as if they were good buddies, and slowly said:
"I have a very good temper. I won't bother others unless they bother me."
"Senior, you don't want to end up like Mr. Malfoy, do you?"
Upon hearing this name, everyone immediately pictured a little golden retriever that looked like a wilted eggplant.
Since returning home, Malfoy has been like a completely different person.
He stopped looking down on people all the time, and he stopped causing trouble for Gryffindor.
Even the recent hot topic of "Harry being chosen as a Quidditch player" only made him watch from afar with envy.
He stopped yelling things like, "This isn't fair! I'm going to tell my dad!"
What could cause such a drastic change in a short period of time, given that a person's deeply ingrained personality traits...?
Everyone couldn't help but shudder, unable to imagine what kind of blow Malfoy had gone through.
And all of this was caused by Ethan.
Looking at the smiling Ethan, Sean felt as if he were being choked, unable to breathe.
He couldn't help but take two steps back, looking at Ethan as if he were looking at a non-human creature.
I cannot understand it, I cannot accept it.
How can there be such a person in the world?!
At this moment, Professor Flitwick's voice rang out, smoothing things over for them:
"Alright, alright everyone! It's time to take a break!"
"Mr. Vincent, would you be willing to give us a little demonstration?" Professor Flitwick asked cautiously. "Or would you like to go and rest early?"
"It's okay, I still have energy."
Ethan turned around and took out his wand.
With a wave of its hand, the magic wand transforms into a pure and beautiful paintbrush.
"A perfect Transfiguration Charm! I have to give Ethan five points on Professor McGonagall's behalf!"
Professor Flitwick exclaimed excitedly, his eyes sparkling.
Even he or Professor McGonagall rarely mastered such skill and expertise when they were freshmen.
"Believe me, if Professor McGonagall weren't so worried about your safety, she would definitely give you extra points herself."
Next.
Ethan then performed a show of flocks of birds for them.
Of course, this is the non-attack version.
He's not crazy enough to be grilling barbecue in this common lounge.
"Wow--"
The students stared in amazement and fascination at the golden light swirling in the air.
Golden birds, trailing long tail feathers, flapped their wings like tassels or dazzling shooting stars, swirling among the crowd as if they were in the heavens.
Sean watched this scene with a gloomy expression.
He couldn't deny Ethan's magical talent, which only made him angrier!
"He's just a penniless bastard, I shouldn't bother with someone like him..." Sean muttered through gritted teeth, "I'll definitely show him just how big the gap is between us!"
Upon hearing this...
Prefect Robert and the next Prefect, Penelope, exchanged a glance.
The latter looked worried and said, "Prefect, will he be alright?"
No matter what, Sean is an outstanding senior student.
Robert smiled slightly: "Who are you referring to as 'him'?"
Penelope was taken aback.
After uttering this ambiguous remark, Robert turned and left.
Like the other students, they gathered around Ethan and chatted enthusiastically.
Penelope was left alone to ponder the meaning of that statement.
--at last.
Professor Flitwick gave Ethan a total of 20 points.
That just offset Professor McGonagall's point deduction.
Asking questions is a sign of favoritism.
……
at the same time.
The Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.
Portraits of past principals hang on the wall, and soft snores can be heard. Some people pretend to be asleep but are actually eavesdropping.
The fiery red phoenix Fox stood on its perch, chirping softly.
"Tea, coffee, or hot milk?"
Dumbledore smiled at the worried, tall, thin woman in front of him, his eyes behind his half-moon spectacles blinking playfully.
"I'm not here for idle chatter, Professor Dumbledore."
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips in displeasure and said urgently:
"As I told you, Ethan Vincent... has a natural evil about him."
"His thinking is different from normal people. Those terrifying paintings, oh, you've seen them too, Professor Dumbledore? Those paintings hanging in the hallway."
"Yes, I saw it. I even stopped and admired it for quite a while."
As Dumbledore added sugar cube after sugar cube to his hot milk, he spoke leisurely.
"What caught my eye was Mr. Vincent's superb painting skills. You saw the first painting, right? I think it must depict the wild giants of ancient times who ate raw meat and drank blood. Tsk tsk, how lifelike it is!"
"But!" Professor McGonagall retorted, "His paintings have gone mad! They can harm others!"
Professor McGonagall still remembers that immersive and beautiful dream world.
She saw the happy family she had always dreamed of, so warm and so within reach.
If you're not careful, you can get deeply involved.
What did the great white wizard, Albus Dumbledore, see at that time?
Professor McGonagall didn't know.
But when she came to her senses, she found that Headmaster Dumbledore was still not back to his senses—
Or rather, they are willing to immerse themselves in it and are unwilling to return to reality.