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

Chapter 61 Quack! I don't want to be down there!

She's a beautiful young lady!

Michael, standing nearby, was so excited he looked like he was having an epileptic seizure.

He frantically shook Ethan's sleeve, his eyes gleaming, practically drooling.

hateful!

Why do so many beautiful women keep coming to see Ethan?

Michael was so jealous he almost turned into a monster on the spot.

Ethan shook off the "ambitious young man's" hand without asking why the Slytherin prefects had sought him out.

He nodded slightly and followed.

The two of them arrived at an empty classroom, one after the other.

After Ethan came in, he saw Gemma click the door shut.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and teased:

"Should we cast another soundproofing spell? Deep within Hogwarts, in a secret classroom where no one can find us..."

"..."

Gemma stared coldly at Ethan, ignoring his rubbish.

He took a small cloth bag out of his pocket.

Ethan keenly noticed the clinking sound of metal coming from the bag and couldn't help but think:

Seriously, officer? Not again?

Do these Slytherins share a single brain?

Or is it the so-called "aristocratic etiquette" they learned from elementary school, which is to give money first when in doubt?

Gemma: "Here's two hundred Galleons. You can withdraw from the Challenger League. Slytherin still needs one more spot."

Upon hearing this...

Ethan burst out laughing.

A flippant mockery appeared on that usually gentle and friendly face.

In an instant, she went from a little angel to a little devil.

"I must decline, Miss Farley," Ethan said slowly. "The prize money for the challenge is a thousand Galleons. How could you possibly think I would give up this opportunity for a mere two hundred Galleons?"

Not to mention, it can also take you directly to Helpo's mansion to find the hidden treasures of the dark wizard.

Gemma tilted her head, her beautiful face showing genuine confusion.

"You can't possibly get a thousand Galleons by yourself."

"First of all, it's a prize for the first place winner."

"Secondly, although there is no requirement to form teams, most of the participants are organized by college, and four to five people are divided into groups of twelve to compete together."

"In other words, even if a miracle happens and you get first place, your 1,000 Galleons prize money must be shared with your teammates."

"At most... you'll only get two or three hundred Galleons."

"Of course, the probability of this happening is probably infinitely close to zero."

Gemma explained it to Ethan in her clear and almost monotone voice.

Team up?

I've never even considered forming a team.

Ethan smirked: "You're being narrow-minded. If I didn't team up, and just soloed the game and won, wouldn't I get all the prize money?"

Upon hearing this outlandish idea, Gemma's expression grew even colder, and she stated bluntly:

"You are 0."

Ethan: "..."

He understood that Gemma meant "the probability of you completing the game alone is 0".

But wouldn't that omit too much?

"In any case, I won't go through the back door," Ethan replied politely, cleverly using a double entendre, "no matter which 'back door'."

His gaze swept over the money bag in Gemma's hand.

Humph.

Look at the Malfoys, they gave away 700 Galleons in one go, plus a seamless stretch bag.

A mere two hundred Galleons? That's hardly enough to feed a beggar!

Ethan proudly curled his nose.

He is no longer the same person he used to be.

—I'm no longer that poor kid who would bow down for a few hundred Galleons!

Gemma was momentarily confused.

I don't understand what other "back door" there is besides the money in my hand.

But she quickly composed herself.

Looking at Ethan's indifferent and distant smile, he pursed his lips and took out a money pouch from his pocket.

"Here's 100 Galleons. I'm betting you on the match; don't attack me."

"..."

Even Ethan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He looked at the golden light shining from the open bag.

The warmth of the coins melted the smile from his lips.

And so, Sang's smile became genuine and friendly.

"Oh—my good friend, why are you being so polite?"

As he spoke, Ethan welcomed the warm heat.

Bear the brunt of this heinous capitalist sin.

—In the dead of winter, to be so heartwarming, are you out of your mind!

Gemma Farley remained silent.

For a moment, I was stunned by how quickly Ethan changed his expression.

...In short, the matter was resolved.

As for the one spot he didn't get, it can only be said that the guy wasn't capable enough and didn't pass the selection process.

Gemma thought indifferently.

Oki nods, turns around, unlocks the door, and pushes it open—

"Splash!"

Several figures rushed in.

Outside the door, a crowd of onlookers had gathered in circles, like a zombie apocalypse.

He was staring at them with a burning gaze.

The aura of gossip is like the blazing summer sun.

Shocking! Slytherin prefects want to "buy" first-year wizards?

Is this a sign of moral decay or something else?!

"..."

Gemma pursed her lips, her indifferent face becoming even more aloof.

Hogwarts is too honest.

She pushed through the crowd, turned her head without looking back, and strode away from this place of trouble.

Inside the classroom.

Ethan bent down, revealing an incredibly bright smile to Michael, who was lying on the ground, and said softly:

"Portal".

"Wait, brother—Aaaaaah!!!"

A dark door opened beneath Michael, and the next second, a scream rang out from outside the window.

And it quickly disappeared into the distance.

Ethan: "It's okay, we're on the second floor, no one's going to die from a fall..."

Everyone: You're a really nice person.

Ethan smiled: "Let's talk about that when we're adults."

Everyone: ? ? ?

What kind of thing are you referring to?!

Amidst the students' terrified expressions, Ethan walked away nonchalantly.

In his mind, he happily calculated the little treasure he had on him.

Suddenly I have another hundred Galleons; my money is almost going to be inflated.

There was more than enough money for daily expenses before Professor Quirrell was completely drained.

You can also buy some gifts for your good friends during the upcoming Christmas.

We can even splurge a little.

For example, during the Christmas holidays, go on a trip with Luna.

Whether in his past life or this one, Ethan has been struggling for both livelihood and art.

Upon reflection, I realize I don't have many memories of having fun and relaxing.

If I had to pick the most helpful and memorable person during my entrepreneurial journey, it would be this person.

They were the angel investors from the very beginning.

When Luna's family was at their poorest, they helped her pay for her art supplies and gave her the opportunity to display her paintings.

Ethan was very grateful to the family.

Let's get together properly for Christmas.

With money, you have more confidence.

As he thought about it, Ethan's eyes crinkled into a smile, and his steps became more cheerful.

As Ethan passed the window, he stopped, turned his head to look, and cast a little spell on Michael, who was stumbling on the lawn, causing him to fall down on the lawn again.

Well, Mai is definitely going to be late this time.

It's okay, I'll earn back all the points you lost.

Ethan put away his wand and left in a very happy mood.

......

After finishing the morning classes.

All participants selected for the challenge were notified to gather in the classroom to discuss the competition details.

After class, Ethan asked Professor Sprout about the practical applications of plants.

So we arrived a little late.

I was the last one to arrive.

"Splash!"

When Ethan pushed open the door, several pairs of eyes immediately fell on him.

Feeling the gunpowder smell in the air.

Ethan curled his lips into a smile.

Things are getting interesting~