bookbashuk Chapter 38: I kept a part of the underworld, only to find out it was Halloween.
Chapter 38: I kept a part of the underworld, only to find out it was Halloween.
The auditorium was deathly silent.
Everyone stared at Ethan in astonishment, as if a thousand giant monsters were running through their minds!
Surprise? A pleasant surprise?
It was clearly a fright!
Merlin's red long johns! What... what on earth happened?!
The Weasley twins stood up on the chairs and peered at Professor Quirrell, who was lying motionless on his back on the floor.
His eyes sparkled, as if he was gradually understanding everything.
Elegant, absolutely elegant!
At Ethan's command, they will swarm around him as "Hogwarts' King of Mischief"!
If it weren't for the unusual atmosphere, Dumbledore's beard would have been twitching.
They genuinely wanted to kneel before Ethan and shout "Long live Ethan Vincent!!"
"Mr. Vincent, what have you done?!"
Professor McGonagall staggered to her feet, not even noticing the wine glass she had knocked over.
She was surprised and confused.
I just can't understand why Ethan, who has always been a good person, would do something like this.
Ethan blinked and said innocently:
"I just wanted to give everyone a surprise... I set up a fun art exhibition in the hallway, and the last painting has a teleportation effect."
"Well—but I've kept some of the horror in, so everyone knows it's Halloween."
As he spoke, Ethan smiled brightly.
If it were anyone else, they would have fallen down with a thud.
Then Ethan will honestly admit his mistake; he didn't cast the Levitation Charm properly, causing the person to actually get hurt.
But it was Quirrell who fell?
That's fine.
On the contrary, it can also prove the power of his fusion painting.
Even a dark wizard like Quirrell, who also has an external brain, could not resist it.
【A Fusion of Artwork: A Dream of Nanke】
[Rank: Tier 1 - Golden Legend]
[Description: A dream of fleeting beauty must eventually end; life is but a dream, all is emptiness*]
[Effect: Creates an illusion, allowing the viewer to forget their memories, enjoy wealth and luxury, and fulfill their true inner desires. However, just as they are about to achieve everything, the door will fall, and they will return to reality.]
[Comment: This is an extremely malicious card; only someone from the underworld would combine these two paintings into one.]
How can you call it malicious?
Ethan felt that the system's evaluation of him was biased.
He clearly set up these anti-addiction measures specifically to prevent people from becoming addicted to virtual reality.
It should be considered thoughtful.
On the other side, Professor McGonagall, upon hearing Ethan's reply, was on the verge of fainting.
Over her decades of teaching experience, she has encountered many mischievous students, such as the Weasley twins.
But she had never seen a "prank" with such skill!
Professor McGonagall had no idea how Ethan Vincent had managed to turn a professor and an adult wizard into this state!
They are not afraid of students causing trouble.
I'm afraid of students who are both mischievous and clever!
Your artwork greatly impressed everyone and left a deep impression on them!
[Soul Fusion Increased by 4%]
[32%→36%]
As the deep blue subtitles appeared, Ethan felt a surge of power within him!
It felt like molten lava crawling through my veins.
At this moment, Ethan was like tempered steel, his bloodline and soul power breaking through the shackles and bursting forth in the repeated surges!
Wow—that feels so good!
Ethan shuddered and curled the corners of his mouth.
Suddenly, the wand in Ethan's hand began to tremble violently.
That feeling of resonating with the magic within my body surged forth once more!
This time, however, Ethan had a clear understanding—he could do it!
His magic wand can transform into a paintbrush that is perfectly suited to him!
A drop of thick red liquid fell from the tip of the wand to the ground.
Like blood and tears, it exudes a rusty smell.
The ground was corroded, leaving a dent.
On the podium.
Headmaster Dumbledore finally realized what was happening.
With a solemn expression, he strode down the stage, knelt beside Professor Quirrell, and waved his wand to cast a spell.
The dark door on the ceiling closed silently, as if it had never existed.
But it's like glimpsing a corner of the world's true reality; even if nothing changes around you, it's hard to return to normal mindset.
"I can no longer enjoy eating chicken legs in this auditorium without worry!"
Ron was on the verge of tears.
As if to commemorate the occasion, he stuffed another chicken leg into his mouth.
Under Dumbledore's magic, Quirrell regained some of his senses.
He looked up in confusion, a trail of blood hanging from his nose.
Looking around, then as if realizing something, her eyes slowly widened, revealing extreme fear.
"No...this isn't real...how could it be fake? No, no...!"
In front of everyone, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and former top student, Quirrell, actually burst into tears.
He sobbed desperately, his whole body trembling like a leaf, his fingernails scratching the floor in pain and regret.
It's like... a patient experiencing drug withdrawal symptoms.
A chilling aura emanated from him.
Just looking at his terrifying appearance, everyone couldn't help but imagine how much torture he had suffered at Ethan's hands!
That's terrifying! That's horrifying!
Dumbledore's expression turned serious.
Although he had been paying attention to Ethan, he never expected that Ethan would actually cause him such a big problem!
Dumbledore continuously cast calming spells, and it took several minutes before Quirrell slowly calmed down.
However, the intense fear in his eyes never faded.
Master, Master will definitely kill him...!!
Quirrell bit down hard, and a bloody taste filled his mouth.
...Ethan Vincent!!!
He actually fell into that brat's trap and walked straight up to Dumbledore!
For a fleeting moment.
Quirrell thought Ethan had seen through his true identity and was teaming up with Dumbledore to mess with him.
But when Quirrell met Dumbledore's concerned and scrutinizing eyes, he immediately realized that his identity had not yet been exposed.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
It will not be killed by its owner.
...Indeed, even the principal and professors failed to see through his disguise.
How could a mere first-grader possibly have any sense of it?
and so.
He was just unlucky, wasn't he?
Thinking of this, Quirrell's expression worsened.
I've never hated anyone so much, I was almost losing my mind, and in front of Dumbledore, I used the Cruciatus Curse on that damned brat!
What kind of bizarre and evil magic is that...!
Give someone an incredibly real and beautiful dream, and then suddenly plunge them into the cold reality.
He almost went crazy when something so easily within his grasp slipped through his fingers.
Quirrell felt that Ethan was more suited to be a dark wizard than himself.
So innocent.
No, that won't do.
He must make amends and get things back on track!
"Are you alright, Professor Quirrell? What happened?" Dumbledore asked.
"Outside, Vincent's painting...yes, that's right! The troll!"
Quirrell's eyes lit up, and with his last bit of strength, he roared:
"A giant monster is in the underground classroom! I... I think I should tell you..."
The words fell.
It did not cause any ripples in the auditorium.
The students looked at each other.
I haven't recovered from the shock of "Professor Quirrell fell down," "Ethan is trying to murder the professor," and "Is this also a Halloween surprise?"
Following the previous massive shock.
Trolls and stuff... it doesn't matter anymore?
Quirrell: "..."
Ethan, you deserve to die!!!
The plan failed completely—it was a complete disaster.
He even made a huge fool of himself in public.
Enraged, and further compounded by Voldemort's cruel punishment.
Quirrell finally couldn't hold it in and coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face as white as paper, having suffered a huge injury.
His head lolled to the side, and he completely lost consciousness.
......
one way or another.
It was, after all, a dangerous behemoth, so we had to give it some respect.
Dumbledore first asked several professors to take Quirrell to the infirmary.
Then he shouted to the bewildered young wizards:
"Prefects, please lead your students back to their respective lounges."
Rustling.
The students stood up in silence.
However, once the shock and disorientation subsided...
Tonight will probably be the most exciting Halloween they've ever had.
"First-year students, come with me."
"Ravenclaw prefect," Robert Hilliard began.
Then, he looked at Ethan in the crowd with a complicated expression.
He exchanged a glance with Penelope Crivat, the prospective prefect standing next to him.
"So? You still say he's not qualified, Sean?" Penelope said with a smile. "I think Ethan is fully qualified to join our gang."
Sean Max, the young man who had always opposed Ethan joining the Ravenclaw inner circle, pushed up his glasses with a gloomy expression and sneered:
"To me, he doesn't seem any different from before."
"He hasn't made any progress at all; he's still playing those vile little tricks."
"This time, he even tricked a professor—even Professor Quirrell! I think he'll be expelled before he even joins the club."
Penelope's eyes widened. "You're just jealous, Sean! Jealous that Ethan achieved so much in his first year!"
"His painting magic is unique! A completely new system!"
Caught off guard, Sean became furious and retorted defiantly, "That wasn't magic at all!"
"In short, I won't acknowledge him unless he truly demonstrates his abilities—"
At this time.
Suddenly, Sean had a brilliant idea.
He gave a wicked smile and said:
"If he can defeat that giant, I'll agree to let him join the club, how about it?"