Hogwarts: Starting as a Card Maker from a Failed Art Student

Chapter 104 The mural is complete! Ethan's humanity is almost gone.

Chapter 105 The mural is complete! Ethan's humanity is almost gone.

That night.

The fourth-floor corridor is a restricted area.

Ethan effortlessly dispelled the illusion curse, as if he were returning to his own home.

Several low, labored breaths came from behind the door.

That's the original Cerberus, Lou Williams.

However, Ethan had no intention of going in.

He's here tonight to set up the murals, but that doesn't mean he'll be leaving through the trapdoor.

"Portal".

Ethan gently touched the ground, and a black door immediately opened from the ground.

Returning to the original purpose of the "Portal" artwork, it opens a door anywhere, penetrating the object itself.

The dark shadow in the middle rotated, then revealed the scene below—a room with a living giant.

The second-to-last level is the protection Quirrell set up for the Philosopher's Stone.

Ethan's eyes brightened slightly, and he smiled, a slight upturn of his lips.

You guessed right.

The space below the fourth floor is the passageway where the magic stones are stored!

This is not hard to figure out.

In the original story, Harry and his friends fell through a trapdoor.

Therefore, this obstacle course must actually exist within the castle.

He can use a portal to get there directly and jump in from above.

Honestly, if they really wanted to protect the Philosopher's Stone, why not create a protective spell that couldn't be broken?

Does Dumbledore have to go through a trial every time he goes to check something?

"Harry, Harry, you've really been set up perfectly."

Ethan shook his head, spitting out a sound.

After the troll, there was Snape's potion deduction, and then the Mirror of Erised, which contained the Philosopher's Stone.

However, because Professor Snape used the flames on both sides as a barrier, Ethan was unable to paint on it.

Therefore, the murals can only be installed beforehand.

Professor Snape, anyway, your meticulously planned potion-solving test didn't appear in the movie version.

Let's skip over it again.

hee hee~

Just as Ethan was about to jump through the door, an old but gentle voice sounded from behind him:

"Good evening, Mr. Vincent."

Ethan's heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't because he'd been caught, but because he hadn't even noticed the other person approaching.

With a Level 2 Knowledge skill, even if Ethan uses the Disguise Charm and approaches from behind, he can still be detected.

Just as a person inevitably raises a tiny amount of dust when walking, magic will also undergo subtle changes.

Thoughts drift and stagnate.

Ethan stood up and turned his head.

Looking at the white-haired old man in front of him, he smiled and said:

Good evening, Professor Dumbledore.

Everything seemed so harmonious and appropriate.

It would be even better if it weren't during the midnight curfew and if we were in the restricted area of ​​the fourth-floor corridor.

Behind his crescent-shaped glasses, Dumbledore gazed at Ethan.

From those cobalt blue eyes, one could only see a dazzling galaxy, but could not find any useful memories.

In some ways, it is indeed quite pure.

He simply wanted to torture others with art.

Aside from that, Ethan is truly a gifted and talented child.

Even Dumbledore himself didn't expect that Ethan would actually win the Challenger Tournament.

-Although the price was that Hogwarts' reputation suffered.

Letters from the Ministry of Magic arrived like snowflakes, demanding that he explain a "special talent development program" that didn't even exist.

He's been so busy lately that he's lost a lot of hair.

Composing himself, Dumbledore asked in a friendly manner, "May I watch you from the side?"

"no problem."

Ethan readily agreed.

Old Deng must have been moved by his own art, so he came all the way here to appreciate it.

It was worth it for him to give Dumbledore a small, abridged version of "The Call of Eris" for Christmas.

Ethan, carrying Dumbledore, jumped into the opened portal, instantly putting the troll to sleep.

Then, under Dumbledore's curious gaze, he took out scaffolding, bottles of mineral pigments, a palette and pen holder, an automatic measuring tape and a plumb line from the leather bag. Is this for construction?

Dumbledore was somewhat stunned.

"Green malachite powder, blue lapis lazuli powder, red cinnabar—and dragon's blood glue for gluing, and moonstone powder for fluorescent effects."

Ethan looked up, and said with a pained expression:

"Do you know how much these expensive art supplies cost me? A whopping 986 Galleons!"

"Every hundred grams of mineral pigment costs several gallons. A single box of dragon's blood glue costs 150 gallons!"

Ethan couldn't help but feel regret.

First-level oil painting can also use its own magic to transform into paint, and it doesn't cost much.

However, second-tier murals require mineral pigments rich in magic.

And those precious minerals are all quite expensive.

It's burning money! It's incredibly expensive!

His savings account emptied considerably in no time!

This was the result of him selling the "worthless little gadgets" that the old witch routinely gave him.

The higher the level, the more expensive the paintings become.

Ethan felt a sense of urgency.

The prize money he won from the competition was not enough to support his future advancement.

Besides the old demon's legacy and the gold coins generated by the various families that support him.

We also need to consider other ways to make money.

Now that my reputation is growing, perhaps I can consider taking on commissions from this mysterious magical world to make money...

Sigh~ Money and power, I really wish I could raise them to the highest level in one go!

Dumbledore chuckled, "Are you going to paint at Hogwarts? Hmm, perhaps I should buy it to encourage young wizards to pursue their hobbies."

"Really?"

Ethan's eyes lit up, and he was immediately filled with even greater enthusiasm.

"Then you just watch. What I am about to complete is a painting that is unparalleled in the world and will surely be remembered for eternity along with Hogwarts."

Besides money, what Ethan truly desired was the incomparably precious and unique Philosopher's Stone.

If I could obtain it, it would definitely be of great benefit to my painting...

Ethan secretly licked his back teeth.

after that.

Ethan skillfully set up scaffolding, mixed paints, turned his wand into a brush, and began to work boldly and vigorously on the wall.

Dumbledore watched Ethan's actions intently, a hint of admiration creeping into his eyes.

Extremely focused and highly concentrated.

When Ethan is painting, it's as if he has entered another world.

Immersed in paint and brushes, I kept filling the blank canvas.

Everyone knows that Ethan is a genius, but few know the passionate and persistent pursuit behind that genius.

When Dumbledore saw Ethan take out the exquisite model of the ancient city, he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Dumbledore's smile vanished when Ethan set up the swinging knife on the log bridge.

Dumbledore frowned as Ethan placed the giant rolling stone across a narrow path.

When Ethan stuffed the living armor into the sides and front of the log bridge, behind the corner of the wall, and in front of and behind the one-way street, Dumbledore hesitated to speak.

When Dumbledore saw Ethan pull out the card that faintly emitted a dragon's roar, he raised his hand and pressed down on Ethan's shoulder: "It's not that bad."

Ethan turned his head, his eyes crinkling into a smile, and said:

"It's okay, you won't die."

"This is a very powerful and ferocious mother dragon; Quirrell can't kill it."

Dumbledore: "...—

No, I'm worried about Quirrell.

As Dumbledore watched Ethan unleash the dragon atop the ancient city and heard its earth-shattering, furious roar, his eyelids twitched violently.

He protected Quirrell for a whole semester, but he won't kill him at the last minute, will he?

Never once did Dumbledore show pity for the fate of his enemies.

This compassion reached its peak after seeing the two things that floated out of thin air from behind Ethan at the final checkpoint after the dragon.

Dumbledore could only recognize that one of them was a dung stone.

The other one...

We can only pray for Ethan's humanity.

Now, Dumbledore felt that Ethan had held back in the Challenger and hadn't shown his full potential.

Ethan clapped his hands and said proudly, "The teeth of the Norwegian Spinosaurus are poisonous, and dung bead is the universal antidote. This little piece costs 13 gallons."

"I'm so kind, I even gave Quirrell a healing item."

Dumbledore gives himself a thumbs up: "..—"

It's possible that once Quirrell (Voldemort) finishes his trip to the ancient city of Thane, Ethan Vincent will quickly rise to the top of the "most wanted person to get rid of" list.

Harry Potter came in second.

A pale blue subtitle appeared before Ethan's eyes:

Congratulations! You have successfully completed the second-stage mural painting!

【Name: Old Town of Sein】

Based on the various criteria, this painting is classified as grade one.

[Tier 2 - Purple Epic!]