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

Chapter 231 Blood Thorn Hell! Little Pettigrew, your good buddy James is here to visit you, why aren

Chapter 232 Blood Thorn Hell! Little Pettigrew, your good buddy James is here to visit you, why aren't you smiling?

The words fell.

The bar was under construction and the ground was covered in blood red.

The pristine white snowflakes outside the window have vanished, replaced by a completely red curtain, as if a curtain had been drawn down.

"W-What's going on?"

The drunkard looked up in a daze, staring at Ethan, and shouted:

"Hey! Kid! What did you do—"

Ethan's eyes darted around, giving the drunkard a light, wary look.

"Gurgle!"

The drunkard's eyes bulged out as if he had been choked!

This moment.

He seemed to see that twisted, grotesque thing behind Ethan.

Within that ever-changing body of flesh and blood, countless throbbing eyeballs looked down upon him.

This completely sobered him up, rendering him unable to utter a single word.

Ethan nodded: "It seems our audience is of high quality."

A moment of silence.

Ethan looked away and slowly walked towards the bar.

The wand transformed into a jet-black, silver-plated cane, tapping on the ground with a creaking sound.

With a gentle wave.

Several steps then appeared on the bar counter, leading down to the ground.

Ethan stepped onto the bar.

Then she turned gracefully and looked down at the dazed customers in the bar.

A smile played on his lips.

With one hand holding a cane, he conjured a top hat on his head with the other.

She gracefully and playfully lifted the brim of her hat towards the crowd:

"Now, it's time for the show!"

Ms. Rosmerta instinctively wanted to applaud.

But the bar was completely silent.

He paused, tilted his head, and asked Professor McGonagall:

"Minerva, what amazing show are your students going to perform? It looks incredible!"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her expression grave, and remained silent.

The shopkeeper's smile gradually froze:

"It's just the beginning, it's actually harmless, right?"

"Right??"

Ethan was such a gentle, kind, and helpful student.

I promised to help her revitalize the tavern.

How could her personality suddenly change so drastically...?

At this time.

Ms. Rosmerta suddenly remembered a problem she had overlooked:

Speaking of which...

Why is the Leaky Cauldron bar so popular?

Why didn't Tom's boss ask Ethan to "repurchase"?

At this time.

"Why!"

Suddenly, the rat Splatter in Ron's hand bit him hard!

He rushed out like a madman, heading straight for the gate.

"Banban! Are you crazy?!"

Ron clutched his bleeding hand, his face flushed, and cried out in a low voice.

He felt like everyone in the bar was looking at him.

On the bar.

Ethan looked down at the frantically fleeing Scabbers—the little petrel who had betrayed Harry's parents.

He grinned with delight.

The performance has begun.

The protagonist can't run away!

"Thump."

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Ethan placed a cane on the bar.

All eyes immediately turned to him.

"Gentlemen."

Ethan spoke loudly, raised his hand, and let the golden shrike land on his finger.

This moment.

The shrike's jet-black eyes overlapped with Ethan's eyes.

In a daze.

It was as if they had become one.

It adds a touch of wildness to human nature.

"Oh~"

Hermione cupped her face, feeling her cheeks burning.

He murmured absentmindedly:

"What exquisite and skillful magic! When will I be able to become like Ethan...?"

Harry popped out from the ground.

He pushed up his glasses and muttered, "When are you going to change your species?"

Ethan's clear and unquestionable voice echoed in the bar, where mice squeaked.

"Next, I will perform for you."

What punishment will be given to informers who cannot keep secrets?

"A golden bird opened its beak and let out a clear chirp."

Thump! Thump!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, bowed, and clutched their hearts in agony!

It felt like it had been pierced by countless sharp spikes!

A sudden, sharp pain shot through my heart!

next second.

"Why!!!"

A piercing scream!

The rat that had been scratching at the blood-red barrier suddenly collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably!

Ron: "Scarlet!"

He was about to go and save it.

Followed by.

"Plop!"

But then they saw countless thorns and spikes piercing through the rat's body!

And it continues to extend and grow upwards.

In the end, countless thorny brambles intertwined to form the shape of a cross!

It almost pierced every inch of the rat's skin.

The blood that flowed down stained the thorns red.

It was a lot of blood, and it didn't look like rat blood.

"Squeak—!"

Strangely, the rat was still alive.

Its black bean-like eyes bulged out, and it kept emitting weak and pitiful cries.

It was as if he was enduring immense pain.

Everyone was stunned.

Looking up at the enormous cross, and watching the rats struggling on it.

I felt a chill run from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head!

I don't know why.

They found that the rat's demeanor inexplicably resembled that of a human.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp again."

Like a death knell tolling.

The flowing blood pooled on the ground, forming a puddle.

then.

It surged, and stretched out a rotting finger.

In an instant.

The mouse's screams suddenly stopped.

Its tiny, beady eyes stared at the ground, at the rotting humanoid figure emerging from the pool of blood.

A hint of human fear and disbelief was revealed.

No, impossible...

James is dead; I saw his body with my own eyes!

That was a gift he offered to his master...:

How did I end up here?!

"Bang!"

Harry jumped to his feet, causing his chair to overturn.

His eyes were fixed on the skeleton covered in rotting flesh, his mind completely blank.

For some reason, I felt a very deep sense of familiarity.

It even made him want to run up and hug that terrifying skeleton.

A second before the professors looked over.

Hermione pulled him down.

"Are you crazy?!"

Hermione growled.

I'm sorry...

Harry tried to say something, but couldn't come up with a coherent answer.

Even though it was just something Ethan created to scare people, why does he feel a sense of familiarity with it?

The informant...

A hoarse, resentful growl filled the tavern.

It's real, and it sends chills down your spine.

The grotesque skull, its hands gripping the thorns, crawled relentlessly toward the unfortunate fat rat.

The golden-brown eyeball that had fallen out of its socket was overflowing with a hatred that seemed almost tangible.

Everyone was stunned.

Frozen in his seat, he didn't even notice the beer dripping from his mouth.

The proprietress of the Broken Cauldron Bar watched this scene unfold.

He muttered blankly:

"Is this what a top student at Hogwarts looks like? Their aesthetic sense... is a bit too advanced..."

Professor Flitwick had already crawled under the table.

"Squeak—ouch!!!"

Before everyone's eyes, the rat let out a shrill scream.

His head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

In complete silence.

There was a crisp "snap" sound.

Everything disappeared.

A blood-red curtain, a thorny cross, and a rotting skull.

They all disappeared.

It returned to being a normal tavern.

And Ethan standing at the bar.

I don't know when.

Beside the boy stood a golden painting.

Apart from that dazzling golden light, there was nothing else.

However, when you look at it, it causes confusion and dizziness.

The Call of Eris

[It can captivate viewers, drawing them into a dreamlike state]

It was in conjunction with this painting, along with "The Shrike's Nest".

Ethan had just recreated that blood-red illusion.

As for the real pain...

Ethan put away his wand.

Hey~☆

Faced with pairs of "admiring" eyes.

Like an actor taking his final bow, Ethan removed his top hat and bowed gracefully.

He looked up and smiled at the crowd:

"Then, the performance is over."

"Hope you enjoy watching, and please support Three Broomsticks Tavern!"

customer:

When did the Three Brooms Tavern become associated with the underworld?

No one sent out a notice!

"Smack."

Professor McGonagall slapped herself in the eye.

I dare not open my eyes.

I wish this were all a dream, and that I would wake up still in the human world.

Ethan's fingers were still holding the little golden bird.

Some observant people noticed.

A touch of blood red had appeared on the beak of that little golden bird, at some unknown time.

L

Spots!!

Ron finally came to his senses and screamed.

A dejected man knelt down, about to pick up Banban, who was convulsing on the ground.

Then, with a look of disgust, he withdrew his hand and grinned, saying:

"Caw! It's all wet."