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

Chapter 33 Professor Quirrell: I've never been so wronged

"...?"

Professor Quirrell was stunned for two seconds before he finally reacted.

Eyes widened, smile frozen on face, staring incredulously at Ethan's calm expression, almost doubting her own ears!

What did Ethan just say?

Should we pay him for this lesson?

This is completely upside down!

As Ethan finished speaking, the whole class fell silent.

Those playing Wizard's Chess stopped, those chatting stopped, and they all turned to stare at him blankly.

Two seconds later.

The whole class sat up straight at once, their eyes sparkling with excitement!

This lesson is a joint class for Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students.

Ron gripped his wizard chess set tightly with excitement, ignoring the knight's disgruntled grumbling in his hand, and whispered:

"Merlin's briefs! Ethan said what I've been wanting to say all along! This class was completely pointless! Refund!"

Harry's lips twitched.

I haven't seen you paying attention in the other classes either.

Although Harry was more rational than his friends, he was undeniably very excited.

Harry looked at Ethan with deep envy and admiration in his eyes.

Although he was in the underworld, Ethan always managed to do things that others dared not do or could only dream about.

That's too brave.

Ethan should come to Gryffindor—

Oh, you're saying he's unjust?

That's fine.

the other side.

Ethan looked directly into Professor Quirrell's trembling eyes, smiled slightly, and picked up his textbook:

"Disarming spells, defensive spells, anti-evil spells, and how to defend yourself when encountering evil creatures and forces. You didn't teach us a single one."

"A brand new copy of 'Dark Forces: The Self-Defense Guide' costs several Galleons, and even a second-hand copy often costs more than ten Silver Sickles."

"Of course, it's not that I'm worried about the money, but rather about the time I spend."

"We can only stay at Hogwarts for seven years in total, and if we follow your teaching method, we will waste a whole year. That's a full one-seventh."

"Wasting other people's time is wasting their lives. Professor Quirrell, you're slowly murdering us!"

His words resonated powerfully in the classroom.

Most of the Ravenclaws nodded in agreement, lifting their gaze from their homework or textbooks to Ethan.

At that moment, Ethan spoke their minds!

The more I looked forward to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the more disappointed I am now.

Not to mention, they also had to endure the double torment of the smell of garlic and the stuttering voice.

Many Ravenclaws even bring earplugs to class!

This is enough to prove that the lesson was superficial.

"Heh, heh heh!"

Professor Quirrell chuckled nervously twice, his shoulders twitching.

A fleeting, unnoticed gloom crossed his eyes.

Damn brat... what an arrogant brat.

Do you know which distinguished person he is serving?

Do you know who the Dark Lord, who once struck fear into the hearts of the entire wizarding world, is now residing in?!

With such a talkative mouth, when they discover the truth, they'll probably be so scared they won't even be able to scream!

however.

Although he wished he could cast a fatal curse and silence Ethan forever.

Quirrell, who was still pretending under Dumbledore's nose, naturally couldn't do that.

He could only feign a simple-minded and naive demeanor, stammering, "Then, Vincent, what...what do you think we should do?"

Ethan: "Either you pay us for every lesson you teach, or you teach us properly."

Quirrell was chosen by Voldemort, and it certainly wasn't because of his stutter.

Quirrell was the one who broke into Gringotts to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

He's got some skills; he definitely knows a lot.

"As for the cost... let me think, one Gallon per person per class will do."

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately stood at attention, his eyes shining.

Upon hearing the number, Quirrell's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but fumble with the pocket where he kept his wand.

One Gallon per person per class?!

Why don't you just rob it?!

"Um, Mr. Vincent, I'll pay attention in class, so please sit down..."

Ron slid down in disappointment.

only.

Upon hearing this, Ethan did not sit down, but continued speaking:

"That's great. Professor Quirrell, I happen to have a question I don't understand."

Professor Quirrell: "..."

you****!

"You...you may ask..."

"I want to know, who is 'Helpo'?" Ethan said, emphasizing each word.

Last night, I stepped into the Mirror of Eris and found a hidden location on the path illuminated by the moon—

[The Abandoned Mansion in Herbo].

There, a treasure is hidden.

Ethan needs to know about "Helpo".

He would certainly go to the library to look it up, but referring to the original work, the three little ones spent most of the semester looking up information about Nicolas Lemaître.

Ethan thought it would be better to ask the professor first.

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione Granger abruptly turned her head.

She had never heard of the name "Hailbo" before.

But what Hermione was more concerned about was why Ethan would ask that question.

Could it be that a professor revealed the key points for his final exam?

Hermione pricked up her ears, her gaze sharpening.

"Hai, Haierbo?"

Quirrell's expression visibly stiffened.

He could feel the terrifying presence on the back of his head and gradually woke up.

"This...this isn't knowledge a first-year wizard should have...it's too dangerous, hehe!"

As if struck by lightning, Quirrell laughed nervously twice.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, then suddenly broke into an incredibly innocent smile: "Really? That's a shame..."

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's talk about it when you're in higher grades—"

Ethan: "Draco Malfoy and I happen to be very good friends."

Quirrell: "Huh?"

He froze again, then his pupils contracted, as if he realized what Ethan was about to say.

"so--"

Ethan tilted his head and smiled kindly:

"I can ask the Malfoy family to transfer you from Hogwarts. I think it shouldn't be too difficult to dismiss a professor who is not suited for the position if the board of trustees strongly requests it."

"Moreover, I seem to have heard that Mr. Lucius Malfoy is quite dissatisfied with you."

"You agree, Professor Quirrell?"

Hagrid was a close confidant of Headmaster Dumbledore, which is why he was able to survive one accident after another.

Even so, he still went in and out of Azkaban several times.

You're just a lowly Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, neither teaching properly nor behaving properly. What makes you think you can get Headmaster Dumbledore to protect you?

Once exposed, they'd have to be tied to the Philosopher's Stone and made Harry grind levels.

"..."

Quirrell opened his mouth wide, completely speechless.

This brat actually dared to threaten him?! Threaten a professor?!

What's even more infuriating is that Quirrell found himself unable to refute her.

Malfoy, you deserve to die!

The students below the stage were also dumbfounded.

I've seen brave people before, but I've never seen anyone this brave!

Even the usually arrogant Malfoy himself has never directly threatened the professor with his family background!

Hermione turned her head in shock, staring at Ethan with admiration in her eyes:

They would stop at nothing to gain knowledge.

Ethan, no wonder he's her strongest rival.

We must learn from this fearless spirit.

Hermione bit her lower lip, her fighting spirit ignited.

Quirrell shuddered and gave an awkward, embarrassed smile.

Just then, a weak and hoarse voice rang in my mind:

Tell him... tell him about the deeds of the extraordinary dark wizard, Helbo...

This child is very intelligent; his paintings possess a real yet eerie magic... This talent is unique and extremely precious...

Teach him, utilize him... seize his power for your own use!