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

Chapter 416 A Night Visit to the "Soul Weapon Mentor"! The Phoenix Order: We wanted to ref

Chapter 416 A Night Visit to the "Soul Weapon Mentor"! The Phoenix Order: We wanted to refuse, but Ethan offered too much.

Horace Slughorn was the former Head of Slytherin and Professor of Potions.

That is also the direct cause of Tom Riddle becoming "Voldemort in seven parts".

When Dumbledore said these words.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix all held their breath, their expressions solemn.

Being Voldemort's mentor—that title carries an indelible infamy for anyone.

Anyone with a modicum of conscience would know to teach something, even unintentionally.

Guilt and fear will haunt them throughout their lives, following them in every tragedy that follows.

Any normal person knows how terrible this crime is.

...except for Ethan.

Ethan: "So what? Voldemort's mentor? What's the big deal?"

He spread his hands and said sincerely, "In our first year, we were taught by Quirrell, who was controlled by Voldemort, and our Potions professor was a former Death Eater."

"In the fourth-grade Goblet of Fire activity, Voldemort himself was present," leading to an engaging and educational hands-on learning experience.

"He only answered a few of Voldemort's questions, what's there to envy?"

If you really want to put it that way, everyone at Hogwarts is still Voldemort's disciple!

Everyone: 6

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Who's envious?

Please don't consider Voldemort an outstanding graduate!

...Although, purely in terms of his achievements, Voldemort could be considered to have reached his peak.

Kingsley was shocked: "Is this thing really a human brain...?"

Meeting Ethan's earnest gaze, Dumbledore smiled helplessly.

Leaving that topic aside, let's continue: "Anyway, if you'd like, we can try inviting this retired potions professor to join us. I personally think it would be very helpful."

"However—if you want to persuade him, you'll probably have to step in yourself."

Dumbledore winked at Ethan.

Upon hearing this...

Ethan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Yes. Mr. Slughorn seems like a very enthusiastic person."

Besides the memories of the Horcrux, I am also a well-connected master of potions.

If there were a better way to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic and get inside the veil.

Ethan wouldn't mind giving it a try.

not to mention-

"If my fate is altered, and the poor old professor is killed by a dark wizard, I will be very sad."

"It would be better to bring him here and place him under my protection."

Ethan remarked sincerely.

...It's actually more dangerous under your protection, isn't it?

Everyone couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

In my heart, I silently lit a candle for the retired professor who was about to suffer.

"That's wonderful!" Dumbledore said with a smile, his eyes crinkling. "I think Mr. Slughorn would be very happy to know that such a fine student cares about him."

He extended his arm towards Ethan, gesturing, "Let's not delay, shall we go visit him immediately?"

"Hmph," Ethan raised an eyebrow, "Apparition? Too inelegant."

With a wave of his hand, a pitch-black door appeared before him.

Like an elevator, the door is inlaid with a semi-circular disc with a pointer.

Ethan then called out to the door, "Horace Slughorn."

The words fell.

The pointer spun rapidly, and the inside of the disc also kept spinning.

Finally, there was a "ding" sound.

The pointer is hovering over the words "Bardley Barberton Village".

The dark passageway inside the door also kept rotating.

It presents a scene of the manor under the moonlight.

"Incredible..." Dumbledore's eyes widened. "It incorporates the owl's wondrous magic of finding people, doesn't it?"

"What a brilliant creation, Mr. Vincent."

"If you were in school right now, I would definitely give Ravenclaw a ten."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Dumbledore."

Ethan raised the corners of his mouth.

Turning to the stunned crowd, he said, "Soon, members of the Beacon of Light Society will come to coordinate with you regarding the search operation. You can start packing your bags now."

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...but."

Miss Jones raised her hand, frowning, and said, "We usually have important matters to attend to and cannot spare such a long time to concentrate on the task you assigned."

She suddenly stopped talking.

His lips parted in disbelief as he stared blankly at the gold and jewels pouring down from Ethan's hands like sand.

The mounds piled up on the floor made the dimly lit hall appear a bit brighter.

"Glug."

Miss Jones could clearly hear the loud swallowing sound of her colleague beside her.

"I know you do things without expecting anything in return," Ethan said meekly. "This is just a small token of my appreciation."

"The journey ahead will require you to give up a lot; at the very least, please let me cover your living expenses."

Before he could finish speaking...

A wizard immediately stood up, his eyes gleaming, and bowed excitedly: "Dedalo Digo is at your service!!"

After being poor for so many years, we finally have a wealthy leader who spends money like water!

What is the Phoenix Society?

From this day forward, he is the most loyal follower of the Beacon of Enlightenment!! (Just kidding)

Although Dumbledore was very wealthy, his money was secretly monitored by the Ministry of Magic, so he couldn't spend it as recklessly as he did.

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Miss Jones gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her face stiff.

No matter how hard you try, you can't escape the dazzling light of that wealth.

Finally, he could only nod slowly with a blank expression.

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

Ethan smiled, turned his head, and gestured for Dumbledore to proceed.

The two filed into the portal, their figures appearing on the other side.

"Smack."

The gate disappeared.

Looking at the empty room.

It took a long time for everyone to come to their senses.

He let out a long sigh, slumped into his seat, his eyes vacant and exhausted.

In a short moment, it felt as if I had been swept into a crazy and wonderful dream.

Like a violent storm, it easily shattered their original plans.

They were dragged into their own rhythm without any room for argument.

"snort!"

Mad-Eye Moody snorted heavily, tilted his head back, took a swig of his drink, and said in a gruff voice, "I'm going back. If I had a choice, I'd go to Germany."

He grinned, revealing a ferocious and brutal smile.

"I've heard there are quite a few dark wizards there."

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The dark-skinned Auror looked at the old senior with disapproval, but couldn't say anything.

Finally, he just sighed heavily and said, "What a terrible boy... For better or for worse, Ethan Vincent is destined to go down in history."

He will surpass Grindelwald and Voldemort, destined to leave an indelible mark on the world.

"Hopefully, when Ethan breaks into the Ministry of Magic again, he won't cause too much of a commotion... But heh, it'll definitely be another huge mess."

As for Ethan being able to sneak in silently, there's no need to even think about it; it's definitely impossible.

Kingsley gave a wry smile, shook his head, and felt a deep sense of unease, as if he were dealing with an unreasonable, spoiled child.

Let's put this matter out of our minds for now.

He got up, preparing to return to his department to continue his mountain of work.

the other side.

Badley Barberton village.

This is a small Muggle village, rarely visited by anyone.

However, tonight, two "uninvited guests" barged in.

.

In the deep darkness of night, facing a Muggle manor, a door opened silently.

Two figures emerged from it.

Dumbledore: "Let me see... Well, according to intelligence, Mr. Slughorn is hiding in this Muggle mansion."

"Your Anywhere Door is incredibly accurate, Mr. Vincent."

Ethan: "You've really opened my eyes, old Deng. You're welcome."

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Dumbledore turned his head, as if suddenly becoming extremely interested in the patterns on the iron fence.

"The door wasn't locked. It looks like Slughorn is in some trouble."

"Shall we go, Ethan? Let's see what's going on inside."

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Dumbledore was about to leave.

Suddenly, something grabbed my ankle.

Looking down, I saw a strange little hand reaching out from the shadows.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Dumbledore."

Ethan's clear voice rang out from behind.

The pale moonlight inexplicably added a chill to the scene.

"You wouldn't want to visit an old friend empty-handed, would you? Tsk tsk, that's such a rude thing to do, not the behavior of a gentleman."

Dumbledore turned his head and met Ethan's curved, diamond-blue eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, the magic wand transformed into a lustrous paintbrush.

Tick, tick.

Drops of crimson liquid flowed down from the tip of the pen.

Ethan raised the corners of his mouth.

That picture-perfect smile, under the silent night, appeared as eerie as a vengeful ghost.

With a pleasant smile, he slowly began to speak:

"Shall we prepare a grand gift for this old gentleman?"

A wonderful gift that can save us a lot of time talking!

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