chsdbacks Chapter 300 The Elixir of Cleansing Boeing! A Wonderful Use by the Black Wizard
Chapter 300 The Elixir of Cleansing Boeing! A Wonderful Use by the Black Wizard
Chapter 301 The Elixir of Cleansing! One Hundred Wonderful Uses of the Black Wizard
"call!"
Ethan felt the candlelight in his head grow even brighter.
It dispelled the gloom in my mind and made my thinking more agile.
Words were also imbued with the light of the lamp.
"From now on, every word I say will carry more weight."
Ethan clearly sensed this.
He rubbed his throat, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
I want the world to hear my voice.
Public speaking skills are essential!
The soul fusion rate also increased to 87.9%.
It's about to break through the 90% mark!
Entering the final 10% "sprint phase".
Ethan knew that being a knower was not the pinnacle of life's advancement.
Further up, there are steps leading to even higher levels.
Ethan recalled the presence that hovered in the sky, looking down.
A surge of emotion welled up inside me.
To spread art throughout the entire universe!
just now.
We are working on expanding our reach to the whole world.
hee hee~
The light of the "lamp" illuminates hidden places.
[You've discovered an old manuscript: a recipe for a miracle cure for Boeing!]
A yellowed manuscript appeared in Ethan's hands.
After countless years, its paper has become very brittle, just like withered leaves.
however.
When you touch it, it has a strange, rough, sticky texture.
It's like... touching an old person's skin.
"It seems that two-legged sheep are truly excellent material for the dark world. No wonder some people tattoo maps and such on their bodies."
Ethan muttered a silent complaint.
I glanced at the recipe out of curiosity.
[The Cleansing Elixir, originally created by ghouls to revive the memories of rotting flesh trapped in the bellies of the living.]
[In later generations, it was often used to fuse with curses that parasitized the body.]
"It gave me a new life." —Bloody Mary, 1553
[Ingredients: Honey, lilies of the underworld, ivory bone powder, and a spotted mushroom that grows from plump flesh infused with dark magic]
"It's not about peeling away and healing the curse like a werewolf. It's about merging with the curse and harnessing its power."
Ethan murmured, lost in thought.
In my mind, I thought of Dumbledore's sister.
Ariana is tormented by the Obscurus.
Perhaps this potion can help her...
While pondering.
His roommate Michael suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
This brought Ethan back to his senses.
Michael: "Hey! Ethan! What are you daydreaming about? Hurry back to the castle to celebrate!"
Ethan snapped out of his daze.
That's when I realized it.
I found myself in the midst of a celebratory torrent.
Hogwarts won first place twice.
As long as you don't perform abnormally in the third game.
He was outdone by Durmstrang.
The winners of this year's Triple Crown Tournament are them!
The students cheered and walked toward Hogwarts Castle.
Colorful flags fluttered in the wind, and cannons boomed in salute.
Accompanied by the wobbly, distorted sound of a saxophone.
It's like a holiday!
Ethan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "You guys go ahead, I have something else to take care of."
—Little Barty.
Poor little Barty, you're going to disappoint your Dark Lord again.
Tsk tsk, I gave you a chance but you didn't use it.
Looking at Ethan's "hehehe~" smile.
Michael shivered.
Rationally, I didn't press further, but simply reminded you, "Then don't be late! You're the main character!"
"Without you, we wouldn't have seen such a fantastic match! This year's Three Kingdoms Championship will definitely become history!"
Meeting his ardent gaze.
Ethan blinked and laughed, "Yes. I have no doubt about that."
After all, whether it's Voldemort or Mr. Lamp.
The last match is definitely going to be a highlight.
That's enough to give the world a little bit of a shock from the Dark Lord.
Ethan gave Luna a few bottles of invigorating potions and watched her leave, surrounded by the nurses from the school infirmary.
I stood there and admired it for a while.
Turn around.
Lift your foot and walk in the opposite direction.
The smile faded, and a predator's cold glint flashed in his azure eyes.
Alright, go deal with Little Barty.
He had already figured out how to use this failed dark wizard.
Just as Ethan opened the portal.
suddenly.
He glanced behind him as if sensing something.
I noticed something.
A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.
He lifted his foot and stepped inside.
A moment ago.
Unlike the cheerful atmosphere around them.
Rita Skeeter, a reporter for The Daily Prophet, looked at the messy drafts in her hands.
I felt my mind was in complete turmoil.
A surge of anger welled up inside me.
"Ethan Vincent...! That wretched brat!!"
Rita gritted her teeth.
The manuscript was crumpled up into garbage.
"It's actually even more exciting than the first one...and even the monsters are just as formidable as the dragons!"
Black dragon, giant squid.
Just how many "treasures" are there at Hogwarts?!
This caused her to have to scrap the draft she had written in advance again!
At this time.
MacArthur, a colleague, sidled up and taunted, "Oh my, isn't this our department's star, the 'Front Page Killer,' Ms. Rita Skeeter? What's this? Looks like you haven't even sent out your manuscript yet?"
talking.
MacArthur glanced at the crumpled paper.
Rita glared at her, slammed her laptop shut, and snorted, "Just keep an eye on yourself."
"It's nothing," MacArthur said casually. "It's just my manuscript, which I sent to headquarters as soon as the competition ended."
'
"I was thinking, maybe I could get some headlines or something?"
"Oh my gosh~ Betting on Ethan to win was definitely the right choice~"
Watching his triumphant departure.
Rita was so furious she almost bit her teeth to pieces!
"You're just a defeated opponent, how dare you ride roughshod over me... I've ruined more people's reputations with my writing than your own family!!"
Rita wasn't ashamed at all; on the contrary, she proudly puffed out her chest.
In this competition, she used Ethan and Harry to create a whole new set of jokes!
Since you don't have parents, you must really crave attention, right?
Write it down!
Is there a former murderer named Sirius Black as his godfather?
Maybe this is Harry's conspiracy.
Write it down!
Write them all down!
Regardless of the truth, as long as it grabs attention, just write it all down!
If someone dies.
Rather than mourning, we should naturally start by uncovering the "unknown side" of him during his lifetime.
To be honest.
Rita was staring at Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of the century.
"Damn it! My front page... What can I do to keep my front page?"
, ! "
Just as she was anxiously biting the tip of her pen.
A glance at the bow.
Just then, I saw Ethan walking in the opposite direction of the crowd.
Instantly.
Rita's eyes lit up!
"6
For official business, how come I didn't think of that just now?
"As long as there's a competition or some sensational news, Zhao will naturally get front-page coverage, right?"
Rita murmured, excitedly licking her upper teeth.
Looking around, he slipped into a secluded corner where no one was paying attention.
With a whoosh.
Disappear.
Only one beetle buzzed out.
The pattern on her back was exactly the same as the ugly frames of her glasses.
Following Ethan, we passed through the dark door.
Ethan, let me uncover your "little secrets" and spread them far and wide!
Front page headline, here I come!!
What Rita didn't know was...
soon.
This will become the most regrettable decision of her life.
Hogwarts, the Chamber of Secrets.
"—Ha!"
Little Barty suddenly woke up.
He was covered in sweat and his pupils were trembling.
It felt like waking up from a nightmare.
The blue magic bow spun around on the ground.
Upon hearing the sound, it swiftly turned upwards.
Do you know why?
Little Barty gazed at the inorganic blue ball.
For some reason, I had the feeling that it was a "living thing".
...But that should just be an illusion.
After all, this magic bow is a magical artifact.
It is indeed a bow and arrow ball.
His body felt like it had been crushed by a giant, and he was in excruciating pain.
Even their souls seemed to have been spurred on by a mind-controlling monster.
A sharp, stabbing pain in my brain.
"I...I'm..."
"
Little Barty propped himself up, frowning as he propped his head up.
This scene felt strangely familiar.
It seems that as long as you collaborate with Mr. Lamp...
I would end up in this miserable state.
How should I reply to my husband?