chsdbacks Chapter 217 Ethan: Yes, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts practical activity is the Fai
Chapter 217 Ethan: Yes, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts practical activity is the Fai
Chapter 218 Ethan: Yes, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts practical activity is the Fairy War.
good news?
The students instinctively showed expressions of unease.
In complete silence.
Ethan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled brightly:
"After much discussion, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class's practical activity will be 'going to the battlefield to kill fairies!'"
"puff!"
At the teachers' table, someone suddenly spat out their tea.
He stared blankly at Ethan behind the podium.
Shan laughed and said, "April Fool's Day is really early this year... right?"
He was met with silence.
The teacher's smile gradually became forced. (Image)
It's an April Fool's joke, right?!
Ethan looked around at the group of young, inexperienced faces.
On the students' faces, I saw eagerness, excitement, and exhilaration!
"I understand!"
Ethan slapped the podium.
Like a gavel striking a blow, it sent a jolt through everyone!
A passionate spark ignited in his usually calm, cobalt blue eyes.
His voice, clear as a mountain spring, was imbued with the heat of magma!
He addressed the crowd in a resounding voice:
"I know just how amazing this good news is! Don't worry, don't doubt it."
"It's true!"
"Our Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year will adopt an unprecedented teaching method—we'll all participate in a war ourselves!"
Why don't you guess why we've never done this before?
"Blood Mother Hell!"
Ron's eyes widened, and his face turned deathly pale.
She screamed incoherently:
"War? The most I've ever lost to are goblins and vixens! You want me to kill fairies?!"
"Are you trying to kill me legally and legally?!"
And where did this fairy come from?
An attack on Gringotts?
Headmaster Dumbledore, aren't you going to do anything about Ethan?!
Headmaster Dumbledore: Oh ho ho, the wind is so noisy today that it's making him a little hard of hearing.
Ethan's actions.
Naturally, it was with the consent of Headmaster Dumbledore.
The original quote is:
"If we don't train in advance, how will we be able to cope with the challenges ahead?!"
"Headmaster Dumbledore, you wouldn't want to see your students killed by Death Eaters in the future, would you?"
Dumbledore was persuaded on the condition that the students' safety was guaranteed.
And that guarantee of safety is, of course—
Ethan: "Let's give a warm round of applause to one of the leaders of this practical activity—Professor Snape!"
The auditorium was deathly silent.
The students were trembling with fear as they looked at Professor Snape, whose face was as black as a pot lid.
The parties involved were very happy.jpg
Ethan turned his head and smiled:
"Professor Snape, you've finally become the professor (head) of Defense Against the Dark Arts! Are you happy?"
Snape:
"Click."
On the table, the silver wine glass suddenly shattered into pieces.
A thick cloud of black smoke billowed from Professor Snape.
Even the surrounding air was trembling slightly.
Ethan is quite the character to have managed to incite Snape to a magical outburst.
"A late-blooming sentiment..."
Everyone felt a sense of emotion.
I have the utmost respect for them.
Ethan: "The other person in charge is Professor Lupin. During this period, Professor Lupin will be in charge of your training."
Everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Fortunately.
At least I won't die during training.
Just then.
A silvery voice rang out:
"Do we all have to participate in this activity? Won't it cause chaos?"
"That's right."
Ethan looked admiringly at Luna, who had raised her hand to speak.
Everyone:
There's also an interactive segment!
It's so anthropomorphic, I'm speechless.
Ethan's sorrowful voice echoed throughout the auditorium:
"Unfortunately, for everyone's safety..."
"Finally, only a select group will be chosen to participate in the final practical activities."
Students: !!
"Yay!!"
Ron's eyes lit up instantly.
"yes."
Harry laughed, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Sirius's situation alone was enough to trouble him.
He just wanted to spend this semester peacefully.
Let Ethan's fanatical followers handle the battles with the fairies.
For example, Hermione, who has already started memorizing spells, and Cedric, the muscleman from Hufflepuff...
Ethan: "Members of the Beacon of Light Society will take the lead and charge into battle."
Harry, the first member of the Beacon of Light Society:
Ron immediately felt pity.
Sympathetically speaking:
"On the bright side, at least you won't be killed by Sirius."
Because before that, you'll be tortured to death by Ethan.
Harry: Thank you so much.
Harry looked at Ethan, who was giving a mobilization speech on the stage.
In a moment of confusion and shame, it felt as if I had traveled back to some extraordinary era.
...At least, the prophecy didn't mention anything related to fairies.
Presumably, this "fairy war" will not trigger the final prophetic outcome.
Ethan's "pre-battle training" was in full swing.
Professor Lupin is unwell, so Professor Snape will temporarily be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Perhaps it's because of working non-stop.
Snape's face looked even more sallow than before.
Dark circles were prominently displayed under his eyes.
Rumor has it that Snape brews potions every night.
In order to poison Ethan.
of course.
Some people also raised objections:
Because now Snape not only doesn't bother Ethan at all.
Instead, they went around Ethan.
It can be considered one of the "Seven Wonders of Hogwarts".
In a class on the protection of magical creatures.
Ethan stroked the tall, majestic winged hippogriff before him and murmured in admiration:
"What a powerful creature...: wings that can fly, claws that can tear bones, and beaks that can peck through hard skulls."
Most importantly, it can carry people.
Ethan's fingers sank into its warm, thick fur.
I saw wildness and fighting spirit in those orange-red eyes.
An eagle swoops down from the sky and easily captures its prey trapped on the ground.
Thinking about it that way...
In 1612, the fairies, who were very skilled on the ground, did not develop their abilities in the sky.
Let yourself be exposed to the vast sky.
"'Saviors from the sky'...that sounds really cool."
Ethan's eyes sparkled.
In his mind, a plan for a stunning debut gradually took shape.
"We also need armor. What the fairies have, we need too."
"In an era of abundant resources, we must be fully armed!"
When Ethan brought out the alchemy techniques from the time of the fairy rebellion and explained them to everyone.
Everyone assumed that Ethan was well-prepared.
When Ethan began training the fearsome hippogriff as his mount.
Everyone just assumed that Ethan was awesome.
When Ethan actually built a batch of Stomachs.
Everyone was stunned.
Dude, are you serious?
Are we really going to go to the battlefield and fight?
But where is the battlefield?
The radicals argued: "Ethan is going to conduct a massive selection process at the school! In the end, it'll be a fight between two groups! Only those who survive will be qualified to become Hogwarts students!"
Conservatives: "The sun and moon shine together, heaven and earth are one. There is only one wizard in the magical world, and no other races."
No war?
Then let's create war!
It's time for the wizards to take over Gringotts and wipe out those goblins!
Radicals:
You're being a bit too radical.
No matter what.
At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it should be renamed "Hogwarts Military Academy".
Time flies, and Halloween is just around the corner.
this year.
Perhaps it is "Ethan's compassion".
They didn't come up with any more fancy tricks.
Halloween proceeded peacefully until the end of the banquet.
The Gryffindor students returned to the common room with laughter and chatter.
"—He's here! That terrifying demon has appeared!!!"
The gleeful atmosphere was shattered by the shrill scream of the fat lady, the guard of the Gryffindor common room.
The portrait was torn up.
Several horrible scratch marks ran across the top.
On the wall next to it, a sentence was brutally carved:
I'm watching you.
It was as if it were being carved out, stroke by stroke, with a dagger.
Every stroke of the brush exudes intense hatred!
It permeated the deathly silence among the students.
"That fugitive—Sirius!—has broken into the school!!!"