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

Chapter 36 Hogwarts Should Check Students' Status

Although instinct made Quirrell want to turn and run.

However, under the urgent urging of my mind...

Quirrell suppressed his unease and tiptoed forward.

The noisy, lively drawings that used to be on the wall are gone.

Only an empty background remains.

It was as if someone had gone so far as to cast a deadly curse on the portrait.

The moonlight moved silently, shifting his shadow.

Quirrell glanced at it casually.

He saw a ferocious monster baring its fangs and claws, its blood-red maw bared at him!

Those wide-open eyes were spitting out thunderous rage at him!

Quirrell: !!!

He felt his heart skip a beat, took two steps back, and instinctively raised his wand—

"Avada Kedavra, eating a giant melon!"

"Bang!"

A dazzling green light flashed and struck the monster's head.

However, its expression remained unchanged, except for a charred hole on its head.

Until then.

Quirrell then realized that this seemed, appeared, or was probably... a painting?

"..."

Damn it.

He seemed to know who was so despicable.

【idiot!】

A thunderous roar exploded in my mind, accompanied by sharp, stabbing pain.

Are you trying to attract all the professors in the entire university?!

"I'm so sorry, Master!"

Quirrell arched his back in panic and pain, trembling violently.

[Hurry to the auditorium, these are just a few paintings!]

"Yes, yes!"

Quirrell gripped his wand tightly, a flash of angry killing intent crossing his eyes.

Ethan Vincent...once he's squeezed every last drop of value out of this brat, he'll kill him himself.

I know it's just a painting.

Quirrell felt a little calmer—but not quite.

Even after being cursed with death, the savage-like figure, like a guardian deity, seemed to still be glaring angrily at him from behind.

If he's not careful, I'll tear him in two.

Tap, tap.

Footsteps echoed in the deathly silent corridor.

Quirrell kept looking around.

The shadows cast by the stone pillars and walls seemed to conceal countless eyes, watching him intently.

What kind of insane spirit could produce such a terrifying painting?!

On the wall, there was a monster with skin that looked like grayish-white rubber.

It felt so real, as if Ethan had once been one of them.

The look in his eyes, the way the details were portrayed.

Even Quirrell, who had once faced them directly, trembled with fear.

Hogwarts should really investigate Ethan's origins!

The stench of blood flowed like a river, and the scarlet paint seemed to have all stuck together.

They formed a massive web of flesh and blood, trapping Quirrell firmly within.

Quirrell's breathing grew heavier and heavier, his back was covered in sticky sweat, and his steps felt as heavy as lead.

The more he tried to ignore the eerie paintings, the more his gaze would inevitably drift towards them.

In my mind, I even experienced hallucinatory buzzing.

Click, tap, snap, snap...

Damn!

Ethan, aren't you going a bit too far?!

Quirrell couldn't imagine whether any student, if not him, would have gone insane from seeing the eerie paintings in the corridor.

That brat should just go straight to Azkaban!

Don't come and cause trouble at Hogwarts!

The black wizard Quirrell cried out in his heart.

He looked at the corner ahead and faintly heard noise coming from the auditorium. His eyes lit up and he quickened his pace.

—Almost there, almost there!!

Just then.

As the moonlight shifted, it illuminated the wall that had been hidden in the shadows.

In an instant.

Quirrell paused, his steps faltering.

His once fierce gaze lost focus, staring blankly ahead.

Then, Quirrell slowly, slowly grinned, revealing a look of ecstatic joy.

[Idiot! What are you doing?!]

Voldemort roared at the back of Quirrell's head, and the punishing magic lashed across Quirrell's body.

He was trembling, but felt no pain at all.

"The magic stone! It's the magic stone, Master!"

Quirrell exclaimed in surprise.

Even when punished to the point of collapsing to the ground, they still crawled forward on all fours.

Chaos's eyes were filled with greed and hunger.

He saw the Philosopher's Stone.

The crimson gem, imbued with powerful magic, lay quietly on the windowsill in front, reflecting the magnificent moonlight.

He just had to walk over and pick it up.

...No, wait, this is fake...How could this be...

But, however.

Can a first-grade student's drawing really affect his status as the Dark Lord?

Just as Quirrell's left and right hemispheres were battling each other.

A furious roar suddenly rang out:

"stop!"

Then he saw Harry Potter, the savior, rushing towards him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed.

The great savior flew out like a kite with a broken string, tumbled heavily to the ground, and fell silent.

"Huff, huff..."

Quirrell was breathing heavily, his pupils dilated.

Feeling the power surging from within his body, the doubt quickly faded from his mind.

"No, please, spare me..."

Another voice came.

Quirrell's eyes darted around and he spotted "Ethan" kneeling at his feet, begging for mercy.

Those once proud and aloof cobalt blue eyes are now filled with fear.

Quirrell grinned maliciously and raised his wand:

"Excruciating pain! Excruciating pain!"

Powerful dark magic shot out easily from the tip of his staff.

Ethan's piercing screams echoed in my ears as he writhed in agony on the ground.

...That's exactly what Quirrell wanted.

power.

The power to conquer all!

No one dared to look down on him anymore; he was the master's most favored subordinate!

Look at Malfoy and Snape... they're neither as smart nor as loyal as I am!

"Ha, ha ha ha ha!!!"

Quirrell couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He didn't hear Voldemort's furious shouts behind his head.

Now, all that remains is to offer this readily available magic stone to its master.

Quirrell scrambled toward the magnificent gem.

The crimson glow, like a thin veil of moonlight, enveloped Quirrell.

Like a moth drawn to a flame.

Closer, closer!

Quirrell's eyes widened with excitement, he held his breath, and desperately reached out to touch the gem.

To touch upon his later life of wealth and glory, his position second only to the emperor.

Just a second before Quirrell was about to touch the gem.

"call!"

He suddenly plunged into an abyss.

......

In the warm and bright auditorium.

Ethan is enjoying his third pumpkin pie.

This pie wasn't too sweet; it had a strong pumpkin flavor.

With its thin skin and generous filling, a bite reveals a burst of soft and delicious pumpkin filling.

The auditorium was decorated in a magnificent manner.

A thousand magical little bats flew in the air, scattering piles of candy downwards.

Pumpkins with faces carved on them were everywhere, and even the ghosts were dressed up and chatting enthusiastically with the students.

Ah, how wonderful!

This is how Halloween should be celebrated.

Ethan squinted, enjoying the steaming hot food in his mouth.

He propped his chin up with his hand, looking at the savior Harry across from him with a bored expression.

The latter sprayed a mouthful of butter peas because of a joke told by the Weasley twins.

Because they didn't know when Quirrell would break in, they announced that there was a giant in the castle.

So Ethan ate very quickly.

By this time, her belly was completely full.

The business is not doing well.

Why hasn't Quirrell arrived yet?

The banquet was almost halfway over.

The thought flashed through Ethan's mind, but he didn't dwell on it.

What he was more concerned about was the portal trap he had set up—no, I mean the fun little game.

Ethan looked up at the ceiling in the center of the hall, a smile flashing in his eyes.

He set the exit of the portal there.

Who is so lucky to experience long-distance teleportation?

Making a dazzling appearance in front of everyone must be really interesting.

Wow, so cool!