chsdbacks Chapter 156 Ethan is unworthy to be my opponent, but the one who opens the secret chamber can.
Chapter 156 Ethan is unworthy to be my opponent, but the one who opens the secret chamber can.
Chapter 157 Ethan is unworthy to be my opponent, but the one who opens the secret chamber can.
"What did you say?! Hogwarts is really closing down?!"
Durmstrang.
Arthur, the current president of the Round Table Council, exclaimed in disbelief as he looked at the two-way mirror in front of him.
He placed his hands on the table, unable to believe it:
I went abroad for an exchange program for a year, and when I came back, even the school was gone!
How is this possible?!
In the two-way mirror, the members of the roundtable council speaking to him could not hide their fear in their voices:
"Yes, yes! Not only that, but those who were attacked this time were six core members of the gang—"
"Mr. Arthur, stop! This is beyond our control!"
"Bang!"
Arthur slammed his fist on the table and paced around the dormitory in a fit of rage, like a trapped beast.
How could this happen?
Since the founding of the Round Table Parliament, it has never suffered such a devastating blow!
I have never suffered such humiliation!
He issued all the orders.
The current situation is like a vicious slap in the face!
It was his dereliction of duty in command!
Even Arthur felt a deep sense of fear.
Could the long-established Round Table Council really be going to fall into his hands?
Two-way mirror: "By the way, Arthur..."
Call me "Mr. Arthur".
Arthur's tone suddenly turned somber.
"Watch your form of address."
"Yes, Mr. Arthur."
"What I want to say is that Ethan is actively leading the entire school in training for defense against the dark magic."
"And there's Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart's assistance—although, strangely enough, I think Mr. Lockhart is more like a mood-maker."
"I think our roundtable council should also do something?"
"Do something? Ha."
Arthur narrowed his eyes and chuckled.
"Do we need to go to such lengths to help those who are foolish?"
"No, what we need to do is show those fools our strength. That's enough."
The members behind the two-way mirror remained silent for a moment.
Then a question was asked:
"Mr. Arthur, do you remember our Round Table Council's original and oldest maxim?"
Arthur frowned: "Naturally, it's about gaining greater power."
immediately.
He waved his hand in annoyance, severing the connection with the two-way mirror.
Si Fu said:
"Ethan Vincent, he's just a sophomore at best."
"No match for me!"
"The only one who can fight me—"
"So, he's the one who opened that secret room."
"To cause such a commotion at Hogwarts, one must be no ordinary person!"
Arthur nodded in agreement, a fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.
"Once we find out who's behind this, the other students will know which clubs are truly worth joining."
"Looks like I'll have to head back early."
If I don't go back now, I might really have no school to return to.
Arthur thought deeply.
"I'll go back to England after the Christmas holidays. Before that, I'll finish my research."
Arthur turned his head.
I shifted my gaze to the documents on the desk to the side.
There was a clipping of the Daily Prophet inside.
The above is a report about the attack on the Knockturn Alley dark wizard during the summer vacation.
A photograph captured the blood sacrifice pattern on the table!
A blood ritual in which souls and lives are offered as a sacrifice to Tom Riddle's diary.
"Hehe, you've struck gold!"
"This ritual must be pointing to an unknown, powerful being—"
Arthur thought with certainty.
He stroked the notes with fascination the rituals he had perfected through research.
"Those cowardly British! Even though it'll come at a small price, it will definitely grant me immense power!"
"Then, who will be the one to open the secret room?"
"All of this will translate into outstanding achievements on my personal resume!"
"Hahaha—. Hahahaha!"
Crack!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared.
next door.
Listening to the wild laughter from the exchange student at Hogwarts.
Viktor Krum, who was maintaining his flying broom, frowned.
What's wrong with you now?
You're nothing, not even a hair on Ethan's dog.
When will Ethan be able to come to Durmstrang for an exchange program?
It will definitely broaden their horizons.
at the same time.
Hogwarts, the Chamber of Secrets.
"Achoo!"
Ethan sneezed, rubbed his nose, and muttered:
"Who wants to kill me?"
Diary: [———]
Have a clear self-awareness.
A certain "unknown and powerful being" was bleeding profusely and was extremely weak.
Ethan: "Can't even last three minutes, what a little rascal."
...
You try forcing blood to gush from your major artery for three minutes straight!
Tom gritted his teeth.
He now believes that the blood sacrifice ritual was a success.
Successfully summoned the demon Ethan Vincent!!
However, recently, a message suddenly came from afar.
It's like inserting a straw.
Tom seized the opportunity and fiercely sucked the life force!
Then, a tiny bit of magic is fed back to control that unknown fool.
Conserve your energy and build up your strength.
As soon as the true Chamber of Slytherin is opened, kill this brat and steal the treasure!
After I finish painting the snake, I'll hold a funeral for Little Tom—no, I mean a grand art exhibition!
To achieve your promotion!
Ethan thought to himself.
Little Tom.
From birth to death, you will become my nourishment.
Ethan curled the corners of his mouth and blew the snake flute:
Go back now.
Hiss.....
Feel the cool touch as it slides down your hand.
Ethan removed his blindfold.
Look up and gaze at the magnificent painting spread out on the canvas.
Like a huge mountain covered with flowing asphalt, the triangular snake head leaps off the page.
Even just sketching out a rough shape already exudes a blasphemous malice.
In addition, there was the extra meal that Ethan brought to the basilisk.
Bones and flesh were scattered haphazardly on the ground.
They made this secret room look like it was the site of some terrible, evil experiment.
The eyes of the basilisk's head were empty.
Just one last step.
It is also the most difficult and crucial step.
The finishing touch.
Ethan swayed the "Radiant Color" pigment in the glass bottle, which was as bright as day.
I've already made a plan in my mind.
Let's go fishing for big fish.
Not just painting.
I hope the protective spell of the Labrador fish can bring me even greater power!
That's enough to perfectly defeat Little Tom and maximize profits.
Don't be afraid, Hogwarts will not close.
Because before that, everything will "end".
Ethan slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.
A joyful light shone from his azure eyes.
Christmas holiday.
North Sea, Hull Harbour Market.
At the end of December, a cold wind swept through the area, and white snowflakes piled up on the road, making it extremely slippery.
Most fishing boats are moored in the port and have entered a rest period.
They rarely go out to sea anymore.
Ethan, holding Luna's hand, walked curiously through the market.
Looking at the rows of dried fish hanging up, and the various seafood spread out on plastic sheets or stored in water tanks.
It occasionally let out a gasp like a human boy.
Tom Riddle once said: "Stupid! Why bring a burden along? Wouldn't it be faster to catch fish yourself?"
In this regard.
Ethan's reply was: I have family, don't you?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Forget that your father doesn't love you, your mother doesn't care for you, and you don't even have a single relative or friend.
They were so repressed they were on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Tom: ....
From that moment on, Little Tom never spoke another word.
Luna's father, Mr. Lovegood, followed behind them.
He gave a relieved yet awkward smile.
My gaze was fixed on their clasped hands.
Although it's a pure friendship... why do I feel so conflicted?
Ethan is a wonderful kid.
It's just that there's an extra section.
The only thing that reassured him was that Ethan made it clear they were just there to fish.
Finally, there's something positive and uplifting going on!
Lovegood shed tears of sorrow as he recalled last year's Christmas that felt like he was in the underworld.
"Over here."
Ethan led Luna through a maze of twists and turns.
There are fewer and fewer Muggles around.
Until, after turning a corner.
A narrow alleyway appeared.
Upon hearing the noise, several gloomy gazes suddenly fell upon them.
They were looking at him without any attempt to hide it.
Then, they looked at each other, grinned, and slowly surrounded each other.
Lovegood: ? ? ?
What happened to "just fishing"?!
Is there a mutual attraction between Ethan and the dark wizard?!
Ethan seemed oblivious to the malicious stares he was receiving.
I looked at the signs on the vendors' stalls.
Walk to the first stall on the left, where a dead fish head, over a meter long, is hanging.
Look up and say in a friendly and polite manner:
"Hello, are you 'Butcher Jack'? I have some bait I'd like you to help me process."
The words fell.
Among the vendors.
A shadow slowly rose.
Ethan's gaze then rose until the shadow completely enveloped him.
It appeared before my eyes.
He is a "giant" who looks about the same size as Hagrid.
But unlike the naive Hagrid.
This "giant" exuded a strong aura of malevolence.
Blood was clotted on his apron, and the stench of blood and rust filled the air.
The "giant" wielded a machete with a handle thicker than Ethan's forearm in one hand.
Looking down at Ethan, he mocked:
"I don't accept orders from people younger than you, little bean sprout."
"Go back to your milk."
Mr. Lovegood, standing nearby, was trembling with fear.
He held onto Ethan and Luna tightly with both hands.
It seems that in the next second, Ping will teleport away.
"Dad, it's okay."
Luna whispered, looked up, and smiled at the "giant":
"We happen to have bait that meets your requirements."
"Right, Ethan?"
The giant was taken aback.
Upon seeing the two little ones, there was not a trace of fear on his face.
Instead, they exchanged a knowing glance and chuckled.
It was as if his butchering stall, which could stop children from hooving at night, was just an ordinary thing.
It distorts normal cognition.
next second.
"Bang!"
A heavy object, as heavy as a small mountain, was placed on his cutting board!
In an instant, there was a cracking sound, and the cutting board broke in the middle.
Strands of blood seeped from the cloth that was wrapped around it.
The stall was stained red.
Jack stared in disbelief at the enormous, mountain-like creature!
The market was quiet.
The black wizards who had been gathering in this direction suddenly stopped in their tracks.
All that could be heard was the enormous object wrapped in cloth.
The boy's light, unchanging voice came through:
"Does this meet your requirements?"
Behind the blood-stained cloth, a delicate and handsome head peeked out.
With those cobalt blue eyes, he stared unblinkingly at the stunned stall owner.
On her pale face, a smile slowly spread across her face, a smile that looked as if it had been painted on, almost human-like.
Jack: ? ! !
Help! Help! There's a dark wizard!