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

Chapter 289 Christmas Dinner Dance Partner Selection! The Battle for Ethan!

Chapter 290 Christmas Dinner Dance Partner Selection! The Battle for Ethan!

In the second game, although there's no golden egg with the mermaid's song, there can be an egg with the Obscurus!

It's also very novel and unique; I guarantee no one has ever seen it before!

"Oh my god, am I a genius?!"

Ethan murmured excitedly, his eyes gleaming with a light that made people want to stay away.

"Give everyone a Silent Egg; if it breaks, it will explode on the spot—"

Ethan thought the idea was absolutely cool.

It not only popularized the knowledge about the rare species, the Silent Forest, but also promoted the compassionate spirit of protecting patients.

Although, normal patients won't just explode on the spot when you make a mistake.

But these are all minor issues.

"Hmph, I'm afraid there has never been such a brilliant idea before, either in ancient or modern times, in China or abroad. It will surely be recorded in history."

Ethan curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

Egg yolk and egg liquid, soul and body.

It also gave Ethan a vague inspiration.

Shouts echoed through the kitchen.

A silence.

Luna remained lost in thought.

Maybe, even if Ethan pulls out a stroller one day, and you lift the blanket to find a Voldemort inside, saying hi to you.

Luna would also clap and say, "That's so creative!"

Harry, his two friends, and I stood there dumbfounded, looking rather dim-witted.

What?

What did Ethan mean by "egg"?

Ron snapped out of his reverie and asked a constructive question: "What is an 'Obscurus'?"

Hermione's eye roll is so big it's practically flying to the moon, right up to Kars in the sky.

Just then.

"Gurgle—"

A sob escaped her lips.

This brought everyone back to their senses.

Ethan looked down and met a pair of wet, "fried egg-shaped" eyes.

The house-elves stood trembling in place, and the atmosphere became extremely tense without them even realizing it.

Harry suddenly had a bad feeling and quickly said, "Ethan was just joking! He doesn't really want any demon egg."

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Before he could finish speaking...

Their tears gushed out like a burst dam!

"—Spoon/Lulu/Baal—I can't do it!!!"

"Useless! Can't even make the Obscurus egg the little wizard asked for!"

"So useless! So useless! Waaaaaah!!!"

Amidst a chorus of sobs.

As if feeling ashamed to face them, the house-elf vanished with a bang.

All that remained were pots and pans scattered all over the floor with a clanging sound.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione: ? ? ?

After a two-second pause.

They stared at the empty kitchen and the whirring kettle.

It emitted a sharp, explosive sound.

Not a buddy?! You scared the chef away before dinner?!

The three of them suddenly felt dizzy.

Five large words popped into my mind:

[As expected of Ethan!!!]

but.

Fortunately, there are still two house-elves left.

"Ha, Mr. Harry Potter! Get away from that evil devil! Dobby will protect everyone!"

A little elf, carrying a pot lid and spatula, shakily rushed towards Ethan.

The way it looked was as ridiculous as could be.

Ethan pondered, "Hmm~ Humanoids aren't very edible—"

The three people: !!

Before things escalated, they quickly stopped the "heroic" little elf from "sacrificing himself".

And he successfully recognized Dobby, and was surprised to learn that he had been "employed" by Hogwarts.

"Hmph, traitor—disgrace—! You should be ashamed of your actions, hiccup—!"

The other one of the two little sprites that didn't run away called himself Sparkle.

He was holding an empty wine bottle and passed out drunk on a wooden crate.

Hermione frowned. "I know her! Isn't she Mr. Crouch's house-elf? What's she doing here—"

"Ugh! Sparkle is incompetent, Sparkle is a good-for-nothing! She failed to keep a close eye on her young master—Sparkle should atone with her death!"

Harry: "Wait! What did you say—"

—

"Bang!"

"Glitter!!"

Ethan paid no attention to the chaos and turmoil on the other side.

With a wave of his hand, he picked up the boiled eggs that had rolled all over the ground and examined them carefully.

"Eggshell, membrane, egg white, yolk membrane—creating new life from different materials" is a taboo in alchemy, but also one of the great and wondrous arts—it's truly something to look forward to.

Ethan curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

With a flick of his wrist, he swallowed the boiled egg in one gulp.

He licked his lips, turned his head, and smiled at the three distraught individuals, saying, "It's okay if we don't have a chef, we can make it ourselves."

As he spoke, under their horrified gazes...

With a grin, he rolled up his sleeves and pulled out a strange, unidentified ingredient: "Perfect timing, I'm quite knowledgeable about cooking too~"

—That night.

When dinner appears on the table.

The students seemed to hear the food wailing.

"Is this British cuisine?"

One of Durmstrang's students pointed to the wriggling pieces of meat on the plate and asked in confusion.

—No, this should be military canned food from another dimension.

Hogwarts students kept their eyes closed and their minds at ease, adhering to the principle of "I won't tell you unless you ask me," and only ate some whole fruit.

They collectively experienced the nightmare of being pressed into canned meat.

November has arrived.

Heavy snow began to fall, covering everything with a layer of white frost.

This left those delicate French flowers from warmer climates feeling quite cold.

However, during the coldest times, going to the Three Broomsticks pub to rub their hands together and drink a hot butterbeer has become their new fashion.

("Why can they go to Hogsmeade Village anytime? That's not fair!" one student complained. "I want to follow my sisters forever!")

The first match has ended, and the second match will be after Christmas.

however.

During this lull, another war quietly broke out.

—The Battle for Ethan at the Christmas Dinner!

Dancing with Ethan is something you can brag about for a lifetime!

It might even be passed down to future generations!

"Back in my day, my grandma—"

In a short time.

Letters and invitations sprayed with perfume, various chocolates containing aphrodisiacs, and even "threatening letters" pieced together from newspaper clippings.

Ethan's bedside table was piled high with items.

Breakfast time.

Ethan is dissecting an egg.

The girls, blushing, stuffed envelopes into the mailbox behind Ethan.

The mailbox reads: "Please submit your mail in an orderly manner ↓"

Other boys: "————"

Ugh, I'm so jealous!!!

Are you even human?! Are you even human?!

Michael was so jealous he felt like he was about to turn into an egg on the spot.

His facial features were distorted to a human-like degree.

Panting heavily, he stubbornly said, "Hmph! Actually, nobody had any hope at all!"

"Look, the girls are all secretly sending letters; no one's going to beg openly."

Before he could finish speaking...

Inside the auditorium.

Suddenly it became quiet.

Michael looked up in confusion, and after just one glance, he held his breath!

Then, Fleur Delacour, the most dazzling young woman from France, stood up.

Step by step, they walked towards Ethan.

If it were just that, there wouldn't be such a big commotion.

She was wearing a silver dress that was different from her usual style.

It wasn't particularly fancy or extravagant.

However, it perfectly outlines her shapely figure.

Accompanied by the "tap, tap" sound of high heels.

Hibiscus walked toward Ethan with her chin held high and an air of authority.

Along the way, all the boys followed her like dogs seeing a bone, practically drooling.

"—Veeva."

Ethan heard a girl mutter something in disgust.

"despair."

Furong stopped in front of him, haughtily crossing her arms.

That dazzling figure seemed to dim even the light itself—

Hmm, judging from the silver ring on her wrist that's radiating magical energy, it shouldn't be an illusion.

Michael, standing to the side, looked like he was about to have a seizure.

Its mouth was agape like that of a thousand-year-old mummy smelling human scent for the first time.

The shock was so distorted that it needed to be censored with mosaics.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with, Miss Hibiscus?"

Ethan smiled and asked politely.

But his butt remained glued to the seat, and he didn't get up.

Furong gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Wave the magic wand.

Suddenly, the auditorium was filled with a vibrant display of blooming irises!

Pale purple petals fluttered in the air.

Suddenly, it felt like I was in a sweet field.

—My goodness, the French really pay attention to atmosphere.

The students stared blankly into thought.

"Hmph," Furong was pleased with the others' reactions, a smile playing on her lips as she played with a strand of her hair. She said softly, "I'm too lazy to find anyone else to dance with, so you'll do, Ethan."

Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!

The boys were all excited.

It was so excited that it jumped around and was just like a monkey, except it was covered in fur.

Miss Hibiscus Delacour has made her move!

They're still making a high-profile move to assert their sovereignty!

Ethan, you won't even comply with this?

Ethan raised an eyebrow slightly, not too surprised by Hibiscus's invitation.

Miss Furong is definitely trying to sabotage me and embarrass me in secret!

Ha, he'll never fall for it!

Ethan was about to politely decline.

But at this moment...

"brush!"

A dazzling array of stars and moon suddenly flowed out like a river!

The deep blue hue instantly overshadowed all the flowers in the auditorium!

Sensing this immense magical power, Hibiscus swayed.

He looked at Ethan's side with surprise.

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"I'm sorry, but I've already made plans with Ethan to dance together."

Luna Lovegood stared at Fleur's suddenly changed expression.

She slowly rose to her feet, her long, light golden hair cascading down her back.

Holding the magic wand, he said with a faint smile.

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