bookbashuk Chapter 43 Ethan's efforts are somewhat different from those of ordinary people.
Chapter 43 Ethan's efforts are somewhat different from those of ordinary people.
The words fell.
A collective gasp filled the lounge!
The students stared at Sean and Ethan in shock, and many of the older students felt a pang of regret.
hiss--!
This is the "Round Table Council," a top-tier organization that everyone dreams of joining, where joining proves one's status!
It is said that...
Every member of that group later became a highly influential figure in the Ministry of Magic.
It makes no secret of showing outsiders that they are a small group.
It's the strongest network of relationships you can have during your student years.
Even other houses, especially Slytherin, would have close contact with members of this society.
However, they are limited by their cognition and knowledge.
The Round Table Council has never bothered to include younger students.
Qiu Zhang, a second-year student who joined this year, was already considered to have been admitted through a special admission process.
Unexpectedly, Sean, one of the two vice presidents, actually took the initiative to invite Ethan, who had only been enrolled for two months, to join!
But then I thought about it.
What has Ethan accomplished since the start of the school year?
It seems—it's not so impossible after all?
After all, Ethan's "achievements" in the first two months of school were more than most students' achievements in seven years.
"O charging Gorgon!"
Michael's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, as if he had received an invitation himself.
He tugged desperately at Ethan's sleeve, saying with immense envy:
"Your priority in choosing a partner for the next seven years! Ugh! I'm so jealous!"
"..."
That's all you've got.
Ethan slapped Michael's paw away.
I met the gaze of the senior student in front of me.
In the other person's eyes, Ethan saw contempt, resentment, and smugness.
Clearly, the other party considered granting him the right to join the club as a form of charity.
I bet they'd spit out, "You shrimp-headed man, you're disgusting!"
only......
He didn't say he wanted to join, did he?
Ethan: "Thank you, senior, for giving me this opportunity to join Ravenclaw's top club—"
"uh-huh."
Sean grinned smugly, crossed his arms, and looked down at the silly little kid in front of him.
Ya-le ya-le~
I really don't want a first-grader to join their prestigious organization.
Forget it, I'll just leave it there after I add it.
We can usually just give them some leftovers to get rid of them.
This is what all those other idiots dream of.
What Sean didn't see was the pitying look in Prefect Robert's eyes.
Ethan: "—But I refuse."
Sean: "Hmph, then I'll reluctantly let you join. Remember, don't be a fool and ask all sorts of questions—refusal?"
He seemed to be hearing the word "rejection" for the first time in his life.
His entire face was contorted with shock and disbelief, his eyes wide as saucers.
"etc."
Ethan took a half step back, his brows furrowing slightly.
"You're not going to say, 'You're the first person to reject me, I'll remember you,' right? This isn't an idol drama."
Sean: "..."
The words caught in Sean's throat, almost choking him.
Damn it.
Listening to this brat's rubbish is more painful than punching him.
On the other side, they looked at Sean, whose face was purple and who couldn't utter a single word.
Prefect Robert tilted his chin slightly, squinted his eyes, and let out a comfortable "ah".
cool.
Finally, someone understood his feelings.
Nothing is more enjoyable than watching Ethan persecute others.
It's not just Sean.
When Ethan spoke, the entire lounge fell silent once again.
What's even more shocking than receiving an invitation from a top club is receiving an invitation only to be rejected without hesitation!
Michael was so shocked his jaw almost dislocated.
Staring at Ethan in astonishment, he couldn't believe what he had just heard!
She refused the right to choose a partner for the next seven years?!
You little brat, do you have another lover on the side, so you think you're so tough?!
Even Professor Flitwick hadn't expected this outcome.
He stumbled and almost fell off the table.
For a long time.
Sean finally came to his senses.
Suddenly, I felt my cheeks burning hot!
"How dare you—how could you—do you know the status of the Round Table Council?!"
Sean roared in embarrassment and anger.
He suddenly leaned down, close to Ethan, and whispered:
"With the professor present, I can't say much. But, Mr. Vincent, who is so ignorant of his own limitations, do you know what you just refused?"
"We are all future key members of the Ministry of Magic. You are not just rejecting an invitation, you are rejecting your future career in the Ministry of Magic!"
The meaning is clear.
It's just being given the cold shoulder.
Before even joining the Ministry of Magic, he's already thoroughly learned all the tricks of the trade.
Ethan narrowed his eyes, his nose twitched, and his gaze toward Sean took on a scrutinizing look.
He seemed to smell the stench of tyranny...
There were two errors in what you just said.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ethan slowly began to speak.
As if he hadn't heard the threat, he calmly raised his hand and held up one finger:
"First, why do you think my future goal is the Ministry of Magic?"
Upon hearing this, Sean was taken aback and subconsciously said, "Ravenclaw's targets are all the Ministry of Magic—"
"Bullshit," Michael muttered. "My goal is to live a life of debauchery and enjoy all the beautiful women in the world—oh dear!"
Ethan used a levitation spell to toss the brat aside, just an inch from the fireplace.
"Your first mistake was being too arrogant."
"You believe that everyone has the same goals as you, or that your goals are the most ambitious and idealistic."
"My goal has never been the Ministry of Magic—it's the world."
When the last word was uttered, everyone held their breath in astonishment.
--"world"!
It is clearly an ordinary word.
But when Ethan said it, it resonated like a bronze bell falling to the ground!
It was a sudden shock!
Professor Flitwick was so excited he was almost in tears, jumping up and down and muttering "Great, great!" over and over again.
In a daze, it was as if I saw the glorious era of the four giants thousands of years ago.
Is the Ravenclaw eagle finally about to take flight?!
"You, you can't even get into the Ministry of Magic! What are you talking about!" Sean was both shocked and angry, and couldn't help but take a half step back.
Unexpectedly, Ethan nodded very readily.
"That's right. I probably won't get into the Ministry of Magic. Because—"
"I most likely won't pass the political background check."
Sean: "..."
The students: "..."
What a wonderful, simple reason!
Sean wanted to argue, but found himself unable to do so.
Indeed, with Ethan's underhanded tactics, daring to mess with a professor in his first year, he'd probably blow up the school in his second year!
...No, it shouldn't be that bad, right?
Regardless, with these records, even if he doesn't intervene, the Ministry of Magic's review will most likely fail!
At that moment, Sean felt as if he had punched a piece of cotton.
It's incredibly frustrating.
"However," Ethan smiled and comforted her, "Azkaban is also under the Ministry of Magic. If you're so eager to work with me, I'm not afraid to give it a try."
"Who, who wants to work with you—no, you said you're trying to get into which position?"
Trying to get into Azkaban?
Ethan Vincent is insane!