chsdbacks Chapter 127 Ethan decides to add some innovation to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Chapter 127 Ethan decides to add some innovation to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Chapter 128 Ethan decides to add some innovation to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
As he spoke, Ethan stretched out his pale little hand and reached for Wallace.
Wallace: "....
Ahh ...
He let out a high-pitched scream and instinctively backed away.
Yet, due to extreme fear, his limbs stiffened.
He tripped over his own feet with his left foot and fell to the ground.
He slammed his head against the bulletin board with a loud thud.
The impact caused Wallace to see stars and groan in pain.
"Haha, I was just kidding. Why are you getting so worked up, senior?"
Ethan waved his wand, restoring his long hair to normal.
Then he removed the "Door in the Eyes" sticker from his forehead.
She smiled as she looked at her senior.
Wallace:
He'd rather face the female ghost from before than ascend to heaven.
Merlin! Why is that brat in the Great Hall so early?!
The child was caught tearing down a poster by its owner, who turned out to be a real killer.
Wallace felt his life was over.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Vincent... I just wanted to move your poster to a different spot..."
"It's blocking my poster a bit... I'll... I'll get out of here right now!"
Ethan looked down at his senior, who was trembling like a leaf and slumped on the ground like a lump of mud.
He tilted his head in confusion.
I didn't do anything, did I?
She simply stepped forward with deep affection and greeted her senior.
Why was he so scared?
*, and he's actually a Gryffindor.
Meeting the senior's horrified gaze, Ethan smiled brightly and said:
"No way, I thought it was something serious."
Ethan looked at the bulletin board, where his poster, which was pasted to the side, shone like a light bulb, obscuring the surrounding posters.
Ethan: "It does block some of the view. That's easy, we can just move the poster somewhere else."
Should we paste it somewhere else?
Make it clear whose poster you want to put up elsewhere!
Wallace watched in anguish as Ethan brandished his wand.
It's as if I can already see the ending: my poster being ruthlessly torn down.
however.
His imagination, however, did not come true.
There was a tearing sound.
The poster for the Enlightenment Society was then taken down.
On the back and the bulletin board, a thick, viscous thread, like capillaries, stretched out.
Wallace:
What exactly was used to stick it on?
The thought that I had just been frantically picking at that thing made me realize how wrong I was.
Wallace felt his fingers start to itch intensely.
But Ethan actually took his poster down.
Just because of something I said...
They'd rather move themselves than let his poster be left out.
What a kind person!
Wallace clenched his fist, feeling a deep sense of shame.
He misunderstood Ethan.
He tainted the kind and pure junior with his despicable thoughts.
Ethan, you're actually a good person, even a second later.
Then Ethan used a transformation spell to stretch the top border of the bulletin board, creating an empty space.
then.
He slapped his own poster on top.
Wallace: ?
Something seems off!
all of a sudden.
The poster of the Enlightenment Society stands out above all other posters, as if it were an emperor ascending the throne.
Radiant with light.
It immediately captured all the students' attention.
All other posters paled in comparison.
Not to mention Wallace's unassuming Gobstone Club.
Hidden to the side, it became even more inconspicuous than before.
Wallace: (○口○)
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Ethan clapped his hands, looking as if he had accomplished a great feat.
Looking up at his own poster perched atop everyone's heads, he said with delight:
"Phew~ I've wanted to do this for a long time."
"Since there's not enough space to put everyone's posters, why not make the bulletin board bigger?"
Wallace:
Perhaps it's because no one would have thought that a bulletin board could have a pointed head.
Damn it!! I've been tricked again!!
Wallace, dejected, knelt on the ground, letting out a silent roar of resentment and shame.
Ethan: "Senior? Perhaps you're also interested in my club?"
"What? No, I..."
Wallace jolted, about to refuse.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me!
If he uses joining Ethan's club as an excuse, wouldn't he be able to easily blend into the student pool for the assessment?
Then we can start poaching this little devil's girlfriend!
"Yes, yes! I'm somewhat interested too."
Wallace forced a smile and told the biggest lie of his life.
As for the assessment itself?
He had heard all about it; it was just an attempt to pass through the ancient city of Sein.
When the assessment begins, I can just deliberately make a mistake and get eliminated, right?
Wallace thought to himself indifferently.
Little did they know that hell could be upgraded even further.
After breakfast.
Ethan strolled leisurely toward the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Sure enough, there was no one in the classroom.
Only from the professor's office, which is connected by a staircase at the front of the classroom, could one faintly hear humming and singing.
Ethan took out an inflatable earplug made of mandrake from his pocket and put it into his ear.
Suddenly, the world fell silent.
Under the chandelier with its white keel hanging down.
They carefully used snake saliva clay to sculpt the modified ancient city model.
Time flies.
Until the room was filled with students.
Ethan stopped what he was doing, turned his stiff neck, and took out his earplugs.
Looking up, I met Professor Lockhart's expectant gaze.
It seems like she wants to ride on his popularity, but she's also afraid to get close to him.
Hesitant to speak, hesitant to refuse.
Ethan:
What girls' high school?
Ethan ignored Professor Lockhart's look, which seemed to say, "If you take the initiative to talk to me, I'm not opposed to it."
My gaze shifted and I noticed the large, dome-shaped cage placed on the lectern.
It was covered by a cloth, and from inside, shrill noises could be heard from time to time.
So, it's still those Smurfs?
We didn't use it on Gryffindor yesterday, so why are we using it on them now?
That's ridiculous; there's absolutely no innovative spirit in them.
Ethan shook his head and pulled over a notebook.
He quickly sketched on it with a pencil.
It's alright, Professor Lockhart.
I'll make up for the lack of innovation you're missing. *Clang—clang—*
The melodious chime of the bell announced the official start of the first class.
Lockhart leaped up from behind the podium, meeting the excited and expectant gazes of the students below.
He cleared his throat loudly and casually picked up one of his books.
On the cover, a blond man who looks exactly like him is grinning at the students.
Lockhart himself grinned, showing off his big white teeth.
Ethan thought so.
Lockhart found that promoting his own toothpaste would sell much better than developing any shampoo.
Yes.
Despite being Gilderoy Lockhart.
Ethan still finished reading his entire set of textbooks—this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook.
Leaving aside the facts.
Lockhart's novels are indeed quite captivating.
What about being cornered in a phone booth by werewolves, what about a forbidden love with a vampire beauty, what about being a great hero in a werewolf village...:
Very impressive.
It would be really fun to experience these adventures firsthand.
While Ethan was lost in thought, Professor Lockhart on stage had already finished his long opening remarks:
But I don't often talk about these honors, because I'm not the kind of woman who can drive away all evil spirits with a smile!
Someone chuckled softly beside Ethan.
"He's quite interesting, isn't he?"
The man who struck up a conversation with Ethan was a Hufflepuff boy.
"Hmm~"
Ethan responded through his nose.
This is how he usually behaves when he doesn't agree with something deep down.
"I'm Justin Finley, nice to meet you, Ethan."
The boy nervously reached out his hand to Ethan.
He visibly breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a handshake in return that nothing had happened.
A confident smile appeared on his face.
Justin turned his head to look at the cage covered by the cloth and muttered:
"I'm really curious what's in that cage; it looks like a very fierce animal."
Fierce?
If those Smurfs can be considered fierce.
Then my Cerberus can be called an Ancient God.
Ethan thought to himself, his pencil scratching away incessantly.
Justin was speaking a little too loudly.
It's also possible that Professor Lockhart has been keeping an eye on this area.
"Aha! I hear people talking about the 'teaching aids' for my lesson!"
Lockhart shouted excitedly and flicked the cage.
He was pleased to see the students leaning back, their expressions a mixture of fear and curiosity.
Lockhart: "Yes, they are extremely dangerous creatures! One wrong move and you're dead!"
"To give an example..."
"That means the upcoming club assessment will be even more dangerous than Mr. Ethan Vincent's!!"
"Hiss!" The students gasped in shock. Ethan:
...?
Ethan raised his eyebrows.
Is it more dangerous than his club assessment?
Wow, you really dare to say that.
Ethan's brushstrokes complete the final touch of the painting.
Let him broaden Professor Lockhart's horizons.