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

Chapter 42 I sincerely invite you to join Ravenclaw's elite society

Ethan and the three little ones walked together up the stairs back to the common room.

As soon as the first-class professors disappeared from sight, Ron impatiently called out:

"Ethan, you're amazing!"

"That's a troll! Merlin's socks... even Dumbledore in his first year might not have been able to defeat a troll single-handedly!"

Those streaks of light, like shooting stars, left a deep impression on Ron.

So beautiful, so powerful!

With a single strike, it pierced the giant's rock-like skin and pinned it firmly to the wall!

so amazing!

That kind of miraculous power, that's what magic is!

"If only I could unleash magic like that..."

Ron murmured, lost in his own thoughts again.

The fantasy is that one appears before everyone like a divine warrior descending from the heavens, saving them from dire straits.

"As long as you practice diligently, you'll always reap the rewards," Ethan said. "Magic won't betray you, just like painting."

Just like his current painting skills, they were built up from the mountains of practice books and stacks of drawing paper in his previous life.

Ethan gripped his wand.

The thought of finally having a wand that perfectly suits her, and even being able to directly convert magic into paint, made her hum softly.

I've never had such a smooth experience using "Flock of Birds".

These two months of hard work have paid off.

I've worn out quite a few paintbrushes alone.

Tonight, I'm going to sleep with my paintbrush in my arms!

Ethan made up his mind, and a small flame ignited in his eyes.

At this time.

Ethan, watching Ron's arms flailing like windmills, suddenly thought:

His appearance truly proved his strength.

But in return, it deprived Harry and Ron of the opportunity to train!

Let's leave aside the story of Harry jumping three meters high and hugging the troll from behind—that was a triathlon, not magic.

Ron, however, truly lost an opportunity to practice the Levitation Charm.

No.

Ethan's expression turned serious.

He's a good wizard; he would never do something like stealing someone else's spotlight.

Thinking of this, Ethan turned to Ron, who was still grinning foolishly, and said:

"Ron, how about I teach you some spells sometime? Let's start with the Levitation Charm, okay?"

The words fell.

Hermione, who had been silent all along, suddenly looked up, her gaze intense.

But Ron, as if his throat had been grabbed, immediately stopped shouting excitedly and stared wide-eyed in terror.

Teach him spells? Who? The Great Demon King Ethan?!

Ige's tonic!

Although Ron kept saying "I really want to learn, I really want to learn," he was essentially just a hypocrite.

If you try to get him to work hard right away, he'll actually refuse.

"This, this...this is too much trouble for you."

Under Hermione's disappointed gaze, Ron backed away while nudging his good friend Harry and desperately trying to signal him with his eyes.

Brother! Help me!

Harry received the signal, cleared his throat, mustered his courage, and faced the smiling "Dark Lord" directly in front of him, saying:

"Ethan, thank you for saving us tonight."

"If it weren't for you, we might have been smashed into mincemeat by the troll's club."

As he spoke, Harry's mood began to sink.

He clearly wanted to save people, but in the end, he was protected by others.

Harry felt a flush of embarrassment as he recalled how he had presumptuously stood in front of Ethan and blocked his spellcasting.

Ethan shifted his gaze from the nervous Ron to the dejected little savior.

After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said, "It's alright, Harry, you don't need to worry about it."

Harry was taken aback.

I had a strange feeling that Ethan was about to fly away on a golden cloud.

"You're blocking my way, and Ron and Hermione are behind me. What reason do I have not to help?"

Ethan smiled.

In the moonlight, his smile appeared incredibly handsome, with bright white teeth and clear eyes.

"Brother, brother!"

Ron was completely moved; he had never been treated with such respect at home.

Harry felt the same way; his nose even tingled and his eyes welled up with tears.

Sometimes, Harry felt that Ethan, despite being the same age as him, had a kind of elder-like quality.

They were willing to break the rules and rush over to save them.

Sure enough, beneath his eccentric and bizarre behavior, Ethan was fundamentally kind...

"Besides," Ethan grinned, "I was going to fight trolls anyway, it was just something I did on the side."

Harry and Ron: "..."

Suddenly, a surge of emotion welled up in my throat.

How does it feel to complete a side quest while doing the main quest?

Ethan ran over there, wasn't it specifically to save them?!

Harry fell silent, his expression gradually becoming blank.

Ok.

Even those ulterior motives have vanished.

As expected of Ethan.

Ethan tilted his head, leaned closer, and asked sincerely:

"Harry, why aren't you saying anything? Are you just naturally quiet?"

"..."

Please, just shut up!

Harry suddenly realized...

If one day, someone can truly become friends with Ethan, the kind of close friendship.

That person must either have an extremely broad mind and possess boundless tolerance.

Or perhaps he's just as eccentric as Ethan, and that's why they have common topics to discuss.

Or perhaps, both.

Lost in thought, they arrived at the fork in the road.

Ethan: "Good night, hope you enjoy Halloween, sweet dreams."

After saying that, he turned around and continued upstairs.

Watching Ethan's departing figure, Ron exclaimed, "This was the most exciting Halloween I've ever had. I'll probably never forget it."

Professor Quirrell falls from the sky again, and then there's a giant attack.

This year's Halloween was practically a parade of ghosts.

"Um."

Harry nodded, thinking:

Is this what Halloween is like in the magical world...? So urbanized.

At the same time.

Harry was still thinking about what he could do for Ethan.

After all, Ethan had helped him a lot, directly or indirectly, since the start of the school year.

He also wanted to help Ethan as much as he could within his capabilities.

Just as the two were lost in their own thoughts, Hermione, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up:

"I want to become like Ethan."

Hermione looked up.

Her eyes had completely lost their usual arrogance, and had become utterly humble.

Harry shuddered slightly, for he saw in her face the shadow of Malfoy, who had been beaten to his knees by Ethan.

Ron was horrified: "Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

"..."

Hermione's composure crumbled in an instant.

She rolled her eyes dramatically and said, "What I mean is, I want to learn from him, stop being confined to textbooks, practice more... uh, and also take other people's opinions into consideration."

As she spoke, the little girl lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed.

The spell "Flock of Birds" alone made Hermione acutely aware of the vast difference between her and Ethan.

It's like an insurmountable barrier.

Hermione couldn't even imagine the scene where she caught up with the other person.

No.

There wasn't such a big difference before.

Hermione recalled that on the train before school started, Ethan had used the phrase "the toad flies in".

Although they are very capable, they are still within the category of "ordinary people".

Such remarkable progress in just two months!

This talent is simply awe-inspiring!

Hermione bit her lip, feeling both unwilling and excited.

Even if she can't surpass Ethan, she will try her best to catch up with him!

Hermione's eyes were filled with longing.

For the first time in my life, I want to try so hard to catch up with someone.

"hiss--"

Seeing her fervent expression, Ron scratched his head, thinking to himself:

What was that Muggle word again...? Dean taught him before.

Oh right, it's a "virus".

Ethan, what a highly contagious virus.

……

Ravenclaw common room.

Ethan effortlessly crossed the door he had created and entered the lounge.

The moment he appeared, the previously noisy lounge fell completely silent.

Countless eyes were fixed on him, a mixture of admiration and nervousness.

Tonight's star is none other than Ethan.

They are the most eccentric and legendary newcomers of Ravenclaw.

It is destined to leave a significant mark on history.

Whether good or bad.

"Look who's here!"

Professor Frivi was among them.

The young teacher broke the silence, warmly welcoming them and shouting with open arms:

"I just told my classmates about your amazing feat of soloing the troll! They can't wait to see you do it again!"

"However, before that, someone wants to talk to you."

As he spoke, Professor Flitwick winked mysteriously.

He stepped aside, revealing a young man behind him whom Ethan didn't recognize.

The young man had a gloomy face, was as thin as a stick, had a pale complexion, and dark circles under his eyes, as if he had drunk too much.

"He's one of the vice presidents of Ravenclaw's top clubs! Sean Max! Ranked first in his grade every year!"

Gossip King Michael, at some point, leaned over and whispered.

"Hmm~"

Ethan raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

"Wait! Why is he walking towards you?!"

Michael gasped, gripping Ethan's sleeve tightly, staring in disbelief.

"Could it be—that's impossible—they never accept first-year students—"

"despair."

Ethan calmly looked up at the thin senior standing in front of him.

Before he could speak, she preemptively said:

"Senior, you didn't lose the punishment game and are going to confess to me, right? Sorry, I have to decline."

Sean: "..."

What the heck?!

He was so angry that he couldn't hold back any longer and really wanted to just walk away.

But under the watchful eye of Prefect Robert, Sean had to suppress his anger and reluctantly extended his hand to Ethan, saying:

"I, Sean Max, formally invite you, Ethan Vincent, to join Ravenclaw's elite society—"

"Round Table Parliament".