bookbashuk Chapter 22 Oh, you're really crying?
Chapter 22 Oh, you're really crying?
"..."
Malfoy's smug smile froze on his face.
His eyes widened in disbelief at what he had just heard, and he instinctively asked:
"Excuse me, Professor, perhaps I misheard you—"
"You heard me right, Mr. Malfoy."
Professor Snape's cold voice shattered his last illusions.
In front of everyone, he said without any mercy:
"How many times do I have to say it? Because of your troll-like, rude, and mindless behavior, Slytherin will lose ten points!"
"Insulting your classmates, is this the manners your father taught you? What have you learned! I think I should report your recent terrible behavior to Lucius."
The words fell.
The office was completely silent.
"..."
Malfoy was completely stunned by the scolding and stood there dumbfounded.
His cronies were no exception, looking at each other in bewilderment.
I dared not breathe, feeling as if three question marks had appeared above my head.
They guessed the ending correctly—Professor Snape gave his student a stern reprimand.
But the process was unexpected—it wasn't Ethan who got the lesson, but their leader, Draco Malfoy!
Standing on the floor, Malfoy felt dizzy.
The air in the basement office suddenly felt sticky and stuffy, making it hard for him to breathe.
No one has ever scolded him like this before since he was born!
Moreover, it happened in front of his classmates.
Upon realizing this, Malfoy's pale face flushed red.
I wish I could go back a few minutes and slap myself across the face for insisting on bringing my friends along!
—Ethan, you're really doing this for my own good!!
"But, however."
Malfoy's double-door bodyguard, Crabbe, stammered as he spoke:
"Malfoy is the one who's been insulted! Why are you protecting this 'Mudblood'...?"
Oh wow.
Are there more experts?
Upon hearing that "forbidden word," Ethan looked at the clueless, big, simple-minded man with admiration.
Perhaps Crabbe just said it offhand.
It's likely that they often used the term "mudblood" to refer to him.
But to Snape's face...
Ethan rolled his eyes and looked at Professor Snape.
as predicted.
The other person's face was as black as a pot lid.
"Smack."
The fireplace was extinguished, just as the occasion suggested.
It's also possible that it was forcibly extinguished by Snape's magical outburst.
"Never, ever, ever say that word in front of me—!!!"
A low, yet resounding voice echoed throughout the room.
The wind blows.
Crabbe was terrified, and the other Slytherins were also pale-faced and dared not utter a sound.
They had never seen their dean so angry before.
"Slytherin, another ten points deducted for your stupidity!"
"Malfoy and Crabbe! Solitary confinement, starting tomorrow night, for two weeks!"
"Now, get out of here!"
With Snape's roar, Malfoy and his men were thrown out like trash swept up by a whirlwind.
"Bang!"
The door slammed shut behind them.
Ethan slowly turned his head and saw Malfoy, who was looking down, clenching his fists, and not saying a word.
Ethan bent down, tilted his head back to get close to Malfoy, and stared straight at him with his cobalt blue eyes.
He said softly:
"Are you really crying?"
! !
Malfoy shoved Ethan away abruptly, biting his lip, his eyes visibly red.
He doesn't understand; he doesn't get it.
This was the first time he had been so humiliated, and he was also sentenced to death. The two humiliations overlapped, and the situation should have been one of certain victory.
However, why did it turn out like this...?
Why was he the one who received the most severe punishment in the end?!
Malfoy was given a two-week detention as a gift right after the start of the school year, and he never expected what his father would say to him!
Crabbe grinned sheepishly, "It's alright, Malfoy! I'm here for you!"
Malfoy: "..."
Go to hell.
Malfoy looked up at Ethan, who had a concerned expression on his face, as if asking, "Are you alright?"
Those curved cobalt blue eyes seemed to be mocking him, bringing him the ultimate insult.
Ethan Vincent!
How on earth did they manage to make this mud seed?!
Could it be... that the other party is actually pretending to be weak while actually being strong?
On the surface, he's just an orphan with no relatives or friends, but in reality, he has connections that are even stronger than his own.
They've got Professor Snape firmly under their control!
The more Malfoy thought about it, the more convinced he became that this was indeed the case.
Suddenly I understood.
No wonder Ethan had the confidence to humiliate the noble Malfoy family; he must have powerful backers...
Malfoy bit his lip, deeply wary.
After a long pause, he said in a hoarse voice:
"I see. I didn't expect you to have kept it so well hidden, Vincent."
Ethan: ?
What are you hiding?
Did they realize I was using Lily as a topic of conversation?
Malfoy seems to know quite a lot of inside information; his dad probably told him.
Thinking of this, Ethan nodded: "That's right. You actually found out."
really.
Malfoy's eyes lit up.
Ethan definitely has powerful connections!
"...We'll see."
Malfoy gritted his teeth, gave Ethan a deep look, and then turned and strode away.
Gore and Crabbe quickly followed.
Those cronies exchanged glances, and one of them chuckled softly.
He glanced at Ethan and teased, "You're something else, kid, bullying the Malfoys like this."
"Tell us, how did you do that?"
The way the group looked at Ethan suggested they wanted to befriend him.
Ultimately, Ethan is a Ravenclaw.
Although his status and identity were low, and he might even be a Mudman.
However, even if we give them a small amount, and they sell well, we won't suffer any loss.
Upon hearing this...
Ethan slowly grinned.
The temperature seems to have suddenly dropped.
Half of his face was hidden in shadow, while his gleaming white teeth were illuminated by the candlelight.
Their cobalt blue eyes, like those of wild beasts peering out from the abyss of darkness, exuded a chilling aura.
Do you really want to know?
Two seconds later.
"Ahhhhh—"
Several figures fled in panic from the corridor.
"..."
Ethan stood in the corridor, innocently watching their retreating figures, thinking to himself:
I didn't do anything! Why did I run away?
I just wanted to discuss the great art of painting with them.
Ethan hummed a little tune as he strode toward the lounge of his own academy.
He couldn't wait to record the inspiration he had gained that night.
Tomorrow morning, I'll go to the owl's hut to mail a letter, buy some new art supplies, and repaint "Open the Door at a Glance".
Luna, oh Luna.
It's such a shame you're not enrolling at Hogwarts this year.
You have no idea how much fun you've missed!
......
My best friend Ethan,
I've read your letter at least five times. I really wish I could fly to Hogwarts right now and go to school with you.
Unfortunately, I'm not old enough yet, and besides, if it weren't for me, all the airships in front of our house would fly away again; Dad hasn't fully mastered how to take care of them.
Seeing how you've helped so many people, especially helping a professor recall his fond childhood memories, I'm once again certain that my first impression of you was correct.
The moment I saw you, I knew what a wonderful little wizard you were! Your insights into goblins were simply brilliant.
Speaking of your course, I see you're struggling with how to transform your magic wand into the perfect paintbrush.
Hmm, I think maybe you could try bathing in the moonlight at night?
As you know, moonlight can illuminate the deepest desires in people's hearts.
[Enclosed is the manuscript for the next "Singing a Different Tune" segment.]
[I care about you, Luna.]
[P.S. If you don't have any plans, would you like to spend Christmas with us this year?]
My dad and I are really looking forward to your arrival. We can have a delicious grilled rainbow fish feast together.
[Waiting for your reply.]