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

Chapter 302 From then on, reporter Rita shut her mouth that loved to spread rumors forever.

Chapter 303 From then on, reporter Rita shut her mouth that loved to spread rumors forever.

The next day.

The Daily Prophet reported a major news story!

—[Shocking! Our reporter Rita Skeeter has been found in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts! Disoriented, suspected of being attacked!]

The photo shows Rita looking like a beggar.

His blond hair was messy.

The luxurious dark green silk uniform was tattered and torn, and the picture frame was crooked and broken.

Her eyes were wide open, revealing a palpable fear within them!

In the "animated" photo.

Reporter Rita knelt down, covering her head with her hands, curling up as if trying her best, her whole body trembling.

It was as if they were hiding from some kind of monster.

His expression was blank and dazed, and he kept muttering something to himself.

Look at this.

It sends chills down your spine.

The report stated:

[The discoverers were: Hogwarts Professor Rupert Hagrid and Beauxbatons Headmistress Maxime (we still don't know what they were doing in the Forbidden Forest so late at night).]

[Upon examination, reporter Rita showed no obvious external injuries; however, she suffered severe psychological trauma and memory confusion—symptoms similar to those of Gilderoy Lockhart two years prior.]

[Also accompanied by severe hysteria and panic disorder]

It's unimaginable what kind of horrific scene she witnessed.

[It was determined to be an attack caused by a curse that caused complete forgetfulness.]

[He has been transferred to San Mungo for treatment, and we will continue to monitor the situation.]

Next, we will delve into the security issues of Hogwarts and this tournament...

"Merlin, what happened to her?" Michael exclaimed in shock. "She's...she's practically gone mad with fright!"

"Weren't you perfectly fine yesterday, rummaging around with that gaping maw, searching for news everywhere?"

"This is terrible... Who did this? Ethan, do you have any clues?"

Michael turned his head.

He glanced at Ethan, who was leisurely eating breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Ethan took a sip of his hot coffee and said, "The attackers might be far away or right under our noses."

Michael: "Haha, you're really joking."

Ethan smiled without saying a word.

Michael: "...You're kidding, right?"

Ethan cut open the yolk of his egg on his plate.

Look at that orange-yellow liquid, flowing out from under the knife tip.

"Now, reporter Rita's long-cherished wish has been fulfilled—she herself has become the most sensational front-page news."

She must be very happy.

Ms. Rita recalled the twisted expression on her face when she saw the spell being cast.

Ethan nodded firmly.

"...Yeah," Michael muttered. "It's really sad."

I don't know why.

Whenever I chat with Ethan, I always get this creepy feeling.

It's like... having dinner at the same table with someone.

Then, when I looked up, I found that person's photo was hanging on the wanted poster.

Just then.

With a "bang".

The auditorium doors were suddenly kicked open.

Professor Snape swept in like a black whirlwind.

That gloomy face and the air of "Gryffindor, deduct 100 points!"

The auditorium fell silent instantly.

All that could be heard was the patter of his footsteps.

They stopped in front of Ethan.

Looking down at him, his lips moved, and he uttered a few words: "Headmaster Dumbledore is looking for you."

This statement came out.

The students' eyes widened in surprise!

We look at each other.

His eyes were filled with barely suppressed excitement!

Ethan obediently got up and followed Professor Snape away.

They breathed a sigh of relief and excitedly discussed, "It must be about last night! The attack on the female reporter!"

"I heard even the Minister of Magic is here!"

"To be honest, that dark wizard was actually quite kind. He just drove the reporter crazy, not killed him."

"I really don't know who did this, it was terrifying, thank goodness Ethan was here."

"Sigh! We're both fourth-year students, and while I'm still struggling to prepare for exams, they've already got their futures covered!"

"Uh, this 'promising future'... does it really not mean a direct route to Azkaban?"

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one way or another.

The students all showed expressions of envy and admiration.

Hermione said worriedly, "Ethan is still a child. How can we really let him participate in such a dangerous event!"

"What if Ethan gets turned to stone by a dark wizard? He might even grow horrible mushrooms all over his body!"

Ron couldn't help but complain, "You talk like it's the truth. It's such a shame you don't go to divination classes."

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Harry also seemed worried.

However, he was worried about something else: "I think we should pray that the Goblet of Fire won't be canceled, rather than Ethan."

The last game.

Harry and Cedric are confirmed to play.

Harry still hopes.

They can come back together, holding a gleaming golden trophy.

Amidst the students' differing opinions.

Ethan followed Professor Snape, who strode briskly, toward the principal's office.

"A pile of soft-hearted strawberries and cockroaches."

Snape said in a hoarse voice, and the gargoyle staring at the entrance slowly turned away.

That's how it is.

It's as if just uttering those few words pollutes one's mouth.

"Boom!"

The two of them, one in front of the other, stepped onto the spiral staircase.

Just then.

Professor Snape suddenly spoke, breaking the silence: "Perhaps you didn't sneak into my potion-making supplies storage room... and take some materials that aren't needed in class?"

"For example, lacewings, dried African tree snake skin strips... Oh, what a coincidence, they happen to be the ingredients needed for compound decoctions."

Snape turned his head, his hawk-like gaze shooting towards Ethan.

However, Ethan was daydreaming at that moment.

I thought:

Professor Snape is perfect for improving English listening skills.

From the very first sentence, they start with long and complex sentences.

It's often shortened to "awkward and sarcastic".

Ethan knew what Snape suspected.

He suspected he had secretly used the compound decoction and was doing something wrong.

Ethan reassured him, "Don't worry, Professor Snape. I didn't take your materials, nor did I use the Compound Decoction to do anything wrong."

He was using an aging agent, which the Malfoy family kindly provided.

It's not a bad thing to do, but rather a great thing to promote world unity.

"Hmm."

Snape responded through his nose.

Although there was still some doubt in her eyes, she felt somewhat relieved.

If Ethan says he didn't do it, then he really didn't.

That's quite honest of them.

I don't know.

Soon, Snape will realize that he was too complacent.

I just went upstairs.

A commotion erupted from the principal's office: "This three-way championship must be stopped!"

"However, Minister! According to the magical contract of the Goblet of Fire, once a warrior is chosen, he must complete the entire journey!"

Otherwise, it could lead to unpredictable consequences!

"Dark wizards are practically ruling the Ministry of Magic now! They don't have time to organize competitions!"

"Cough cough."

Professor Snape cleared his throat.

The argument was interrupted.

He knocked on the door politely and received a slightly tired "Come in" from Dumbledore.

Ethan stepped inside as well.

I saw Minister Scrinker and Mr. Barty Crouch.

at this time.

The old father, who should have been killed by his son in the forbidden forest, was ashen-faced and sweaty.

Minister Scringer, on the other hand, looked furious.

"Do I need to remind you, Mr. Crouch?"

Minister Scrimgeour said in a deep voice, "You were witnessed behaving strangely at the Quidditch World Cup. And your house-elves have also disappeared... right around the time the dark wizards attacked."

Upon hearing this...

Mr. Crouch's face turned pale instantly.

He was clearly thinking of his missing Death Eater son.

He clenched his fists and said hoarsely, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Minister Scrinzer: "What I mean is, the three-way battle must stop."

"Anyone who raises objections will be considered by me to be connected with evil forces!"

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