chsdbacks Chapter 161 The Serpent Statue's Finishing Touch! Arthur, this is hell!
Chapter 161 The Serpent Statue's Finishing Touch! Arthur, this is hell!
Chapter 162 The Serpent Statue's Finishing Touch! Arthur, this is hell!
That night.
Ravenclaw common room.
"Smack."
Ethan closed his textbook.
I glanced at the time, let out a soft breath, and suppressed my excitement and agitation.
He got up and walked towards the gate.
It's time to bring a little surprise to Hogwarts!
The arrival of surprises is just that simple and unpretentious.
The lounge was quiet and peaceful at night.
The students huddled together in twos and threes, either reading or quietly discussing all sorts of strange and unusual questions, while throwing broken eggshells onto the ground.
I have absolutely no idea what will happen next.
Seeing Ethan leave, they only glanced at him warily and didn't pay any attention.
What?
You said the school requires students to leave the house in groups?
Please, he's Ethan Vincent.
Ethan can do whatever he wants.
However, a figure immediately stood up and followed Ethan out.
It was Arthur.
His face was even paler than when school started.
Dark circles under his eyes, and a mad light shooting from those sunken eyes.
Everyone else said he was obsessed with whoever opened the secret room.
Now, they've even turned their heads towards the innocent Ethan.
Student A said, "I learned more in Ethan's club training than I did in all my Defense Against the Dark Arts classes over the past few years! And I even got a prize!"
"Roundtable Parliament? I don't know anything about it."
Student B: "The Round Table Council is utter garbage, not even worth a hair on the head of the Enlightenment Club."
Arthur didn't care about the gossip.
He firmly believes that as long as the person who opened the secret room is caught, the Round Table Council will regain its glory!
And now.
Arthur stared at Ethan's departing figure, a strong premonition rising in his heart:
Tonight, he might find a clue about the mastermind!
Ha, who knows, Ethan's recklessness might mean he'll be the one attacked this time—
Arthur grinned maliciously.
Unaware that their thoughts were gradually becoming extreme.
In front.
"Gurgle."
Ethan's eyes, hidden in his hair, darted around.
They caught sight of the figure that had silently followed them using an illusion spell.
The corners of her mouth slightly curved upwards.
Hey little bro, you're here?
Shh—be careful.
The path to hell is slowly unfolding beneath your feet.
Only one step remains.
To verify whether his protective paintings could ward off the basilisk curse.
Chamber of Secrets.
"The Hem of Ernest's Skirt".
Ethan called softly.
A thin white veil appeared on his head.
The pure white scales emitted a faint glow, and although they covered the eyes, they did not obstruct vision at all.
Hu Yisang stood in the huge secret room, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and played the snake flute.
Kou Han wore it.
A sound like scales rubbing against each other came from deep within.
Gradually enlarging and approaching.
Until Ethan's hand touched the cold, slippery, enormous snake body.
[Hiss, hiss—.—·]
The sound of hissing came from right above my head.
Thump! Thump!
My heart was pounding.
Ethan curled the corners of his mouth, looked up, and slowly opened his eyes.
A pair of bright, dazzling golden eyes came into view.
Those contracted, needle-like pupils were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the eyes of the person looking at them!
[Hiss! Hiss!]
The basilisk shook its head in alarm and closed its eyes.
I don't understand why the little master suddenly opened his eyes.
You should know that any creature that makes eye contact with it will die!
however.
A soft laugh rang out.
"Heh, you don't need to close your eyes, little snake."
"I am no longer afraid of your gaze!"
The serpent monster obeyed the command and opened its eyes in a different location.
He met a pair of calm, deep, diamond-blue eyes.
I gazed at it without flinching, and in its depths, a bright light shone.
It reminded the basilisk of a night sky that had been almost forgotten from a long, long time ago.
At that time, it was not yet trapped in the secret chamber.
It's still a young snake.
Following its great first master, Salazar Slytherin, he traveled the world.
—So this is what its little owner's eyes look like.
It's so beautiful.
The basilisk happily flicked its tongue and cautiously touched Ethan's nose.
"Hahaha."
Ethan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
I stared at those golden eyes with fascination and pride, like a traveler who had finally climbed a high mountain or a warrior who had finally conquered a dragon.
He succeeded!
This painting, imbued with a protective spell, is powerful enough to withstand the basilisk's curse!
Inspiration struck!
With a wave of his hand, Ethan conjured a giant snakeskin canvas before him, his wand transforming into a paintbrush!
Looking up, I saw the blank pupils within the dark snake's head.
He took out the extraordinary material Yaosu, as if he had brought out a small sun, and the dimly lit secret room was immediately illuminated.
The pen tip dips into it, merging with magic.
The pure, flawless white is dyed into a bright, golden yellow.
There was no need to hesitate, because those golden eyes were already deeply etched into Ethan's mind!
"Smack!"
The pen tip pressed heavily into the snake's eye socket.
Start quickly applying and outlining!
Without the slightest hesitation.
At that moment, Ethan could hear nothing.
In his eyes, there was only the black serpent that was gradually becoming clearer and more alive, staring back at him!
All in one go!
Ethan abruptly stopped painting.
He took a step back, panting.
Looking up, I saw those golden eyes suspended in the thick, dark fog!
The finishing touch is on!
In an instant.
An incredibly malevolent aura emanated from the painting.
The air stopped moving and became sticky and damp like porridge, making it difficult to breathe.
【hiss.-】
Accompanied by a low, hoarse hissing sound, the enormous snake head in the painting slowly wriggles.
Ink-black scales glide across the snake-skin canvas, as if reborn from it.
Those eyes...those dazzling, radiant golden eyes!
Like a bright light in the darkness, or a flame to which a moth flies.
It shone brilliantly like gold, and was incredibly beautiful.
The creatures lured by it are unaware of this.
Ahead lay an even deeper abyss.
It is the abyss itself.
[One of the Snake Paintings]
[Rank: Tier 1 - Golden Legend]
[Type: Live Portrait]
[Description: One-fifth of the complete portrait, the most crucial part]
[Effect: When alone, any creature gazed upon by its eyes will be plunged into intense hallucinations and forced to make a sanity check; if it fails, it will descend into madness; it can leap out of the canvas to attack.]
When the five paintings are combined, the effect and quality will undergo a dramatic change.
[Attention! Current magic power is insufficient to merge the five paintings! Please complete the general upgrade requirements first!]
aside.
The original serpent monster cowered and curled up in fear, staring in terror at the enormous creature that resembled it.
Yet, no matter what, I can't see them as my own kind.
What kind of monster is this?! Its little master is even crazier than the original owner!
The basilisk looked at Ethan with eyes full of admiration.
"I've seen it in his eyes, he's the true successor of Salazar Slytherin."
"Hoo—Insufficient magic—"
Ethan was breathing slightly heavily.
Even without system prompts, Ethan could clearly perceive it.
With his current magical power, he is completely inadequate to support the final grand plan.
But it's alright.
One of the conditions for promotion is to hold a grand art exhibition for someone who does not belong to this world.
Everything is ready.
crunch.
A soft sound came from behind.
Ethan smiled.
With a single wave of his hand, he made the snake in the painting close its eyes.
He then blew the snake flute again and commanded the original basilisk:
Step down —
Wear it.
The basilisk obediently retreated to the depths of its lair, hissing softly:
【Little master, please be careful! ———】
then.
Ethan turned around and saw the figure he expected—Arthur, the president of the Round Table Council!
At this moment, his rugged, marble-like face was filled with shock.
He stared at Ethan as if he were seeing something incomprehensible, and murmured:
"Why are you here? This...this is a secret room?"
It's like my brain is all knotted up.
Ethan smiled as he watched him, waiting for him to calm down on his own.
Several seconds passed.
Arthur's eyes widened slowly, and a comical expression appeared on his face.
Even if Dumbledore himself were to perform a striptease in front of him, he wouldn't be more shocked than he is now!
"You...you're the one who opened the secret room, the mastermind behind all this?!"
"It's you—Ethan Vincent?!"
A startled scream echoed through the empty, secluded room.
"Snapped!"
Ethan snapped his fingers crisply, casually took a button and turned it into a top hat, waved it to his chest, and gave a playful yet elegant bow.
He raised his eyes and smiled:
"That's right, it is I."
Arthur was completely stunned.
They even doubted that everything in front of them was an illusion.
Ethan was lying to him!
How is that possible?
How could Ethan Vincent be the one who opened the secret room?
How could it be? The mastermind behind one horrific incident after another?!
He's only in second grade!
Arthur felt a wave of dizziness.
Then, a serious problem became apparent:
If Ethan is allowed to grow like this, he will definitely become an immeasurable and terrifying opponent in the future.
But if...
He will arrest him now.
Not only could it ruin Ethan's future, it could also elevate one's own status.
Arthur steadied himself, a hungry greed surfacing in his eyes.
He gripped the magic wand tightly in his hand.
Ethan gazed at the outstanding Ravenclaw student and began to speak:
"Mr. Arthur, if I told you that everything I am doing now is solely for the pursuit of supreme knowledge, and that no one will be substantially harmed..."
Upon hearing the last sentence, Arthur almost lost his composure.
So, you've expelled those guys who're still lying in the infirmary, haven't you?
Ethan felt he hadn't said anything wrong.
After all, he merely used the radiant light to wash away the evil thoughts in these people's hearts.
It can also help them become better people.
Isn't this better than the indiscriminate killing in the original work?
This is a just act.
Ethan: "I respect the traditions of the Roundtable Council. I also don't strongly advocate for students to join my club."
"Given the above circumstances, do you really still insist on being my enemy?"
Arthur chuckled: "So you were thinking of begging for mercy? You didn't even try!"
You will become my greatest achievement!
Ethan did not respond.
His eyes were drawn to the increasingly dense dark magic enveloping Arthur.
He opened his mouth and said:
"Finally, I'd like to ask you one last question. Please think carefully before you answer!"
Ethan's tone lowered.
The imposing aura emanating from it momentarily stunned Arthur, who was solely focused on getting things moving.
In a daze, he saw the shadow of Headmaster Dumbledore in Ethan.
No.
More like—the Dark Lord of the Underworld, Gershwald.
Ethan: "Did you come here and stand before me by your own will?"
Relying on oneself?
Arthur was taken aback.
Yeah, so why am I so obsessed with Ethan?
This question was quickly dismissed.
Arthur quickly got the answer.
Because he had to outshine Ethan.
No matter what cool methods we use, we absolutely cannot allow Ethan and the Beacon of Light Society to develop and take the lead!
Arthur replied without hesitation, "Of course. Enough with the nonsense!"
"very good."
Ethan nodded slowly.
Looking at Arthur, he held a cold, merciful gaze. "Since that's the case, I won't stop now."
Ethan raised his hand and swung it toward the snake's closed head.
Snake eyes, open.
next second.
Two dazzling beams of light, too bright to look at directly, emerged from the dark "mountain range" as if the heavens and earth had been created.
Advance and be wise.