chsdbacks Chapter 173 Control Card: "A Cold Aura"!
Chapter 173 Control Card: "A Cold Aura"!
Chapter 174 Control Card: "A Cold Aura"!
Platform 94.
Ethan stepped off the train and looked around on the crowded platform.
Because of the escape room incident this semester, the number of parents picking up their children has more than doubled compared to usual.
People stood shoulder to shoulder, opening their arms to welcome the children who rushed towards them.
"Ethan, let's go home."
A soft call brought Ethan back to his senses.
Ethan turned his head and met Luna's warm and clear blue eyes.
He smiled and nodded.
"Yes, let's go. Mr. Lovegood is waiting for us."
As they crossed the platform, they happened to run into the Weasleys, whose hair was a vibrant red.
Ethan greeted her politely, "Hello, Mrs. Weasley."
"Oh! Hello, Ethan!"
"Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, her cheeks slightly flushed."
He turned his head and glared fiercely at the group of troublemakers in the house.
Look! This is what "someone else's child" really means!
Ron's lips twitched twice.
Looking at Ethan's angelic face, he couldn't help but think to himself:
Ethan's humanization is still too well done.
Even Ginny, who knew a little about Ethan's character, couldn't help but blush and shyly hide behind her mother.
Ron: "Come visit me during summer vacation! Ethan—ouch! Blister's biting me again!"
Banban was the fat rat that Ron had raised for ten years.
Seeing Ron in pain, Ethan kindly said:
"I can help you solve this problem."
"Once and for all."
Ron: !
Why are you always staring at my pet?!
Ron immediately clutched his pocket, staring at Ethan in horror: "N-no, thank you..."
Although she complained about it.
But even when Ron slept, he kept Scabbers next to him.
Ethan lamented, "What a pity. It could have attained unparalleled happiness. Now, because of human selfishness..."
It was ruthlessly taken away.
Ron:
Hell is empty, and "angels" are on earth.
At last.
Mrs. Weasley is holding Ethan's hand.
After saying "Thank you for being friends with our family's troublemaker" for the tenth time, it's a blessing for them to have you.
The Weasleys left in a huff.
Squeezing into the crowd.
Luna stepped forward, watching their retreating figures, and murmured, "A rat that can live for ten years, that's incredible..."
"Hmm"
Ethan curled the corners of his mouth and responded through his nose.
She looked away and laughed, "Alright. No time to concern ourselves with other people's quirks. We're going to be busy this summer."
For example, using the silver key to travel back in time.
Learn ancient magic.
"I don't know how far I can learn... I'll ask the professors of ancient runes for guidance after the semester starts."
Ethan thought to himself.
With a snap of his fingers, he sent the Muggle security guard's hat flying, rescuing Mr. Lovegood from his interrogation.
However, Ethan is not a reckless little lion.
Before using the silver key to travel back in time.
Ethan still needs to make some preliminary preparations.
"Broom rash, Portal, Cerberus..."
At Luna's house.
Ethan looked at his cards one by one and said with a troubled expression:
"I wonder how much use my paintings will have in the past..."
"What if, in an ancient era of magical prosperity, everyone is stronger than me?"
We need to draw a new card!
Ethan clenched his fist.
Boys should also take good care of themselves when they are out.
With that thought in mind, Ethan set up his easel.
Facing the blank canvas, I fell into deep thought once again.
What kind of picture should I draw?
Even with a powerful attack skill already available, it's possible that they still can't defeat those powerful ancient wizards.
We need to come up with a painting that can escape the siege.
Sudden.
Ethan's eyes lit up.
"Got it!"
In his mind, an image appeared of a pure white gate formed from the body of a basilisk.
The shadowy figures of the dead I saw.
And that icy chill that penetrates deep into the skull, seeps into the flesh and bones.
By the way.
Ethan was so kind that he naturally didn't bury the basilisk in the secret chamber.
The basilisk had transformed into a palm-sized white pendant, which lay peacefully in Ethan's leather bag.
Use it whenever you need it.
Spider Heart, Fish King's Veil, Basilisk Pendant...
Animal protection associations are furious.jPg
Once you have inspiration, all that's left is paint.
Ethan took a box of white powder out of the leather bag.
If you take a gentle sniff, you can smell the decaying odor of a cemetery.
Refined bone powder from albino ghouls.
Ninety Gallon per gram.
Ethan clutched the small box tightly, a look of pain on his face.
He bought it at the Bojinboke store when he was browsing the alleyway with nothing to do.
When I heard the price of this thing.
I almost stuffed the shop owner into this little box.
"Prices are outrageous..."
Ethan couldn't help but complain.
I carefully unscrewed the cap and placed it on the paint rack next to me.
"Ghouls and undead, even if they can't scare those powerful ancient wizards, should at least control them for two seconds."
Ethan thought to himself.
With a wave of his hand, the magic wand transformed into a paintbrush.
Magic surged forth, transforming into paint.
Mix bone meal and draw stroke by stroke on a blank canvas.
. . . . .
The sun is setting.
The intense fiery clouds were swallowed up by the waves of night.
A gloomy hue gradually descended on the horizon.
"Dinner's ready, Ethan!"
Luna called out and ran up the stairs with a thud.
Ethan had been in the bedroom, which served as a study, for the entire afternoon.
Luna knew he was painting, so she didn't disturb him.
However, as time went on...
Luna began to worry that Ethan might run out of magic and collapse in the bedroom.
then.
So, taking advantage of dinner time, I went upstairs to search.
Her steps were swift and light, like a fawn leaping in the moonlight.
however.
The closer to the bedroom.
Luna's pace of climbing the stairs slowed down considerably.
An invisible chill gradually permeated the air.
It froze the blood vessels and the muscles.
Even their thoughts were frozen.
"call.
Luna exhaled a breath of cold air.
With a crack, a patch of condensed white frost was crushed underfoot.
It seems Ethan has painted a new picture...
so good.
When I stood in front of that door.
Luna's eyelashes were covered with tiny ice crystals.
He reached out and grasped the hand that had turned into a block of ice.
"Click."
The door was pushed open with difficulty.
A shard of ice and a piece of ice needle fell down.
A gust of crystalline, chilling air rushed towards her, ruffling Luna's golden hair.
Her eyes widened slightly.
He exclaimed "Wow!" and stared in fascination at the scene before him.
The bedroom had been transformed into a frozen wasteland.
Mattress, cabinet, desk.
Everything was draped in a white veil, frozen into beautiful frost.
In the center of the room.
A painting is displayed.
There was nothing on the canvas except for a pale blue color.
It resembled the clear sky of winter.
No.
It should be said that this was originally a light blue painting.
If you look closely, you can still see it.
Behind that pale blue expanse, a faint white shadow looms.
A shimmering, white, and chilling aura was continuously emanating from it.
It swept through the bedroom.
Freeze everything.
The figure in front of the painting has now become a white-haired statue.
Covered in white frost, every strand of hair turned white.
Luna tried to cast a spell, but found that she couldn't.
Is this the effect of Ethan's painting?
Wow, that's amazing!
"I.-san.."
Luna called out hesitantly.
Reaching out his hand and taking a step, he laboriously approached Ethan in front of the canvas.
I heard her voice.
Ethan's fingertips twitched slightly.
His eyes darted around, watching Luna slowly and stubbornly approach him.
His eyes flickered slightly.
Portal.
Suddenly, a pitch-black door opened beneath their feet.
next moment.
They fell in and disappeared.
After a while.
First floor.
"Achoo!"
Ethan sneezed.
He wrapped himself tightly in a thick blanket and shivered as he curled up next to the sofa near the fireplace.
"Give."
Mr. Lovegood handed me a steaming cup of Gordigan tea.
To their surprise, the Warmth Spell had no effect whatsoever.
This is the only primitive method of heating we can use.
"Thanks."
Ethan sniffed, took the hot tea, and took a sip.
Despite trembling all over, Ethan's eyes were incredibly bright!
What an amazing painting!
It couldn't distinguish friend from foe, and even wanted to devour the artist.
This is so exciting!
To ensure effectiveness.
On the canvas, Ethan used delicate lines to sketch the Frozen Spell again and again.
Immersed in it.
It wasn't until his hand suddenly became immobile that he realized something was wrong.
Now it seems...
The results were excellent, exceeding Ethan's expectations!
Perhaps this will allow them to escape from those powerful ancient wizards?
Just as Ethan was pondering this.
A tense, hesitant voice rang out:
"Ethan, um... we know that all experiments come with uncontrollable consequences and dangers."
Ethan looked up and met Mr. Lovegood's worried gaze.
...Is he afraid of implicating Luna?
Ethan's eyes darkened slightly.
If Mr. Lovegood makes up his mind not to let him stay any longer.
Then he can only go back to Spider's End.
I wonder if that dilapidated house is still there after two years of not going back.
Just as Ethan's thoughts were drifting to the time he was going to stay at Ron's house.
Then Mr. Lovegood continued:
"We are well aware that innovation and exploration are often accompanied by danger. We are well aware of this."
"However, we will not stop our exploration."
Upon hearing this...
Ethan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Ok?
Shouldn't we kick him out and not let Luna play with him...?
Lovegood: "We just hope that next time, for your own safety, you'll be a little more careful."
"Don't let yourself get hurt again."
Ethan was stunned in surprise.
There was no harshness in the old father's eyes.
All that remains is worry and a touch of sadness.
Ethan turned his head again.
Seeing the same gentle expression in Luna's eyes across the sofa.
Make eye contact upwards.
Luna even smiled at him, her blue eyes crinkling.
Slowly, Ethan's eyes lit up.
Like two bright, dark blue torches lighting up in the deep night.
It brought his face to life instantly.
It works better than any hot tea or warming spell.
"Yes, I'll definitely be more careful next time. This will never happen again."
Ethan nodded and made a serious promise.
The solution is simple: just wear a protective white veil while painting.
The hem of a goddess's skirt is something to be believed in.
Luna asked curiously, "So, what kind of painting did you create this time, Ethan?"
Upon hearing this, Ethan's eyes lit up.
In a flash, a sealed card radiating a chilling aura appeared in his hand: [Name: Cold Aura]
[Type: Concept Art - Crowd Control Card Game!]
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