chsdbacks Chapter 265 The Quidditch World Cup Opens! Ethan's Up to Something
Chapter 265 The Quidditch World Cup Opens! Ethan's Up to Something
Chapter 266 The Quidditch World Cup Opens! Ethan's Up to Something
"very good."
Ethan nodded in satisfaction.
He slammed the notebook shut and looked at Mad-Eye Moody with a gleam in his eyes.
He said in a deep voice:
"You inspired me a lot. Don't worry, even though you're no longer here, I will carry on your spirit."
Mad-Eyed Man choked.
The way she said that was as if her mouth had been filled with dung.
Seeing Ethan's eager look, Mad-Eye couldn't help but feel uneasy.
—Could it be that this strange fellow can really take all those ramblings he just said to Hogwarts?
No, how could that be?
Dumbledore doesn't have another new father, how could he allow evil forces to run rampant!
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Thinking of this.
Moody was relieved.
They simply assumed it was the ramblings of a mentally unstable dark wizard.
Before the Quidditch World Cup begins.
While Ethan was working on the Demon Pill—no, I mean the Demon Eye—he received a letter from Little Barty.
The letter, written with forceful, strained strokes that seemed to penetrate the paper, read:
[I've already pretended to be Mad-Eye Moody to calm things down as much as possible—don't overdo it next time!]
[Also, as you requested, we've found you as many dark wizards as possible. They're all eager to make a name for themselves at the Quidditch World Cup.]
Then came a series of frenzied "HAHAHA" chants.
It's as if they're trying to send a message to Ethan through a letter.
How evil...
Ethan tapped his finger lightly on the table, his expression slightly serious.
"What's wrong?"
Luna, standing to the side, asked, her clear gaze fixed on the letter.
"It's nothing."
Ethan folded the letter, thought for a moment, and sighed:
"I'm just thinking that three years have passed and I still haven't painted any large-scale, destructive works of art. I'm really ashamed."
Whether it's Cerberus, the Bird of Death, or the newly drawn Gluttonous Deer and Rat King.
They all suffer by following ancient methods.
Even the five-stroke composition of "The Serpent of Ba" only induces a state of slumber, rather than taking a life.
"I was too kind before."
Ethan clenched his fists, feeling a deep sense of self-reproach!
"They've become so engrossed in the comforts of Hogwarts that they've forgotten how evil and cruel those dark wizards are!"
"Sigh, even I, who am supposed to be clear-headed, am like this."
Ethan clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming.
"The others are even more lost in beautiful illusions! A heavy blow is needed to make them see the darkness creeping into the sky."
The Quidditch World Cup, which reportedly attracts 100,000 participants, is a perfect opportunity.
In the name of "Mr. Lamp".
This made everyone realize that (Voldemort) was in imminent danger.
When the most chaotic moment arrives, it is time to overthrow the old order and establish new rules.
Ethan thought of Sirius Black, who had been wrongfully imprisoned for over a decade.
There's also my past experience of standing in court.
A surging wave surged within me.
Even if it means being imprisoned in Azkaban.
We are willing to undergo this transformation!
"When the truth is revealed, the world will surely be moved beyond words."
Ethan wiped his eyes.
Luna: "Yes, I think they'll definitely be moved to tears."
after all.
Black wizards are common.
Octopuses are not common.
Ethan: "Let me think, are there any shocking, memorable, or widely impactful paintings..."
Ethan looked at the magic eye in his hand.
"The line of sight is the passageway."
Being able to see everything implies a stable channel.
"By fusing 'The Door in the Eye' and 'The Portal,' and adding the magic spell from the Magic Eye, I've created a new painting—let's call it 'The Telescope' for now."
"Then, point it at 'The Universe in the Wardrobe,' and look at the magnificent sky depicted with the colors of stars—"
What will be summoned by this stable line of sight?
Just thinking about it makes me so excited!
A ghostly blue light shone in Ethan's cobalt blue eyes.
The pen tip traced lines on the draft paper, never stopping.
Luna watched for a while before Ethan once again became engrossed in his own world.
After a long pause, he lowered his head.
He continued flipping through the book in his hands.
The soft sound of turning pages complemented the sound of the pen nib scratching against the paper.
Luna was nestled on the sofa on the left, while Ethan was hunched over his desk on the right.
A gentle breeze blew in through the window, ruffling the girl's blonde hair and tugging at the pages of paper beside the boy's hand.
This moment is eternity.
The opening day of the Quidditch World Cup.
Because there's no need to buy early bird tickets.
The wizards who lived in the village of Autri-Saint-Cachipol agreed to go to the competition venue together.
When Ron and Harry's family caught up to the top of the hill, panting heavily.
At a glance, I spotted Ethan fiddling with a dagger.
"Yo, you've finally arrived."
Ethan straightened up, his face beaming with a bright smile.
The sharp blade in his hand gleamed silver in the sunlight.
Ron and Harry's family:
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"Ethan! Long time no see!"
Hermione, pulling Ginny along, excitedly jogged over.
Smiling, she said:
"How was your summer vacation? My parents took me to the birthplace of Quidditch for this Quidditch World Cup!"
Did you know? The original Golden Snitch was actually replaced by a creature called the "Golden Flying Man"...
Ethan didn't interrupt, patiently waiting for Hermione to finish speaking.
Her eyes lit up, and she smiled at Ginny, who was hiding behind Hermione.
This made the latter's freckled cheeks even redder.
Hermione cried out in surprise and stopped talking in embarrassment.
Ethan said, "I had a very fulfilling summer vacation too."
"I visited a place full of talented people and brought warmth to a reclusive old man, who gifted me a precious magical item."
Hermione raised her eyebrows and hesitated, "Wow... wow, that's quite fulfilling."
What's it like to see elementary school students "doing good deeds every day"?
Something feels off...
At this time.
Ethan noticed that the atmosphere at the Weasleys' house was tense.
The Weasley twins, who are usually as loud as two firecrackers, were now keeping their lips tightly pressed together and remained silent.
Ron crept up and whispered, "They had a huge fight with my mom!"
"My mom didn't like the gadgets they were making, so before she left, she had them all destroyed!"
A brief explanation followed.
Ethan understood the cause and effect.
One issue is the conflict between the conservative parents and their progressive son.
George: "Now look what's happened! All the merchandise we prepared for the whole summer is gone!"
Fred: "Where are we going to get the money to open a shop?!"
On their identical faces, an unusual expression of irritability and frustration appeared.
They stared at Ethan.
They instinctively pinned their hopes on the president, who was younger than them.
Ethan blinked and asked naturally:
"Hmm? Didn't I tell you that it was your Weasley ancestor who found the Moonflower?"
"So, the profits from the evening primroses are at least 30% of yours?"
The money Professor Snape contributed alone could pile up into a small mountain.
The Weasley Twins: !!!
Not only them, but even Ron was stunned.
It felt like being walking down the street when suddenly struck by a golden dragon!
Only Mr. Arthur Weasley, who caught up later.
He even asked with a naive look, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Don't fight!"
After a long while.
George and Fred swallowed hard, finally snapping out of their daze.
They exchanged a glance, then said dryly, "We...we can't accept this..."
They simply stumbled upon a bag of seeds in the cellar by chance.
Moonflowers have nothing to do with them.
Even if they desperately needed the money, the profits from moonflowers were simply too enormous.
however.
Ethan, however, raised the corners of his mouth.
His handsome features were bathed in a soft morning light.
He opened his mouth and said:
"You don't need to worry about it."
"The Weasleys are a family of loyal martyrs; you deserve it."
The Weasley twins were stunned.
Even the biggest problems vanish instantly when Ethan is around.
It gives them a very unreal feeling.
"Oh! Ethan—!!"
Ethan took a half step back, avoiding the Weasley twins' bear hug that seemed to be a promise of love.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled meaningfully:
"not to mention."
"Once the Quidditch World Cup is over, Ms. Weasley will probably stop caring what you do."
Just being alive is good.
Gemini face.
Only Sirius Black, which had been in Ethan's hands all semester, instinctively shivered.
Sirius Black patted Harry's shoulder: "How about we skip this event—"
Mr. Arthur: "Merlin! It's already this late! Hurry up, children, we're going to be late!"
Ethan: "Portal."
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
In Ethan's hands.
There is never such a thing as being "late".
of course.
There was no mention of "escaping".
After reuniting with Cedric's family, they used the boot key.
The group was plunged into a cacophony of noise, like a surging wave.
Amidst cheers and laughter, and with colorful flags fluttering in the wind.
Policeman Ethan saw the dark cloud on the horizon.
Weiwei smiled slightly.
The Quidditch World Cup has begun.