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

Chapter 58: List of Selected Candidates Announced, Ravenclaw's Young Eagle!

As soon as he entered the hall, countless gazes seemed to automatically follow him, all fixed on Ethan.

The huge auditorium fell completely silent in just a few breaths!

Pairs of eyes stared intently at Ethan, their necks almost snapped, but no one spoke or moved.

This scene can be called weird.

In the past, we would have viewed him as an individual.

Now, stare at Ethan with eyes that seem to look at a new species.

—What kind of magical creature is this? Why is it wearing human skin to go to school?

Ethan scanned the area and immediately figured out the reason.

In front of the auditorium, a line of large characters with colorful firework effects floated in mid-air:

[Congratulations to the following students for passing the selection! They have officially become members of the triennial Secret Realm Search Challenge!]

And the first thing to be affected is his name—

Ethan Vincent!

Ah, it turns out my selection has been discovered.

It was just a rumor at first, and some people didn't believe it.

He said, "If Ethan, a first-year wizard, can pass the selection, I'll eat shit on my head right now!"

But now that the school has posted big-character posters to publicize it, if you still don't believe it, you're just fooling yourself.

Shock, doubt, fear, jealousy, admiration...

All sorts of emotions were focused on Ethan, who, bathed in the gazes from all directions, curled up the corners of his mouth in pleasure.

His reputation is growing.

In the deathly quiet auditorium, Ethan opened his arms and slowly began to speak:

Nothing is impossible.

"I am a miracle!"

The words fell.

As if in response to him, a majestic eagle suddenly took flight from behind the stage.

It shrieked and shot straight into the sky, spreading its broad and sharp feathers, circling and dancing above everyone's heads.

Finally, it disappeared into Ethan's name in mid-air.

"Wow--"

The students gasped softly, staring at the spot where the eagle had disappeared, unable to recover for a long time.

This moment, this scene, will likely be etched into their memories for the rest of their lives.

Ethan noticed that Professor Flitwick, sitting in the faculty seat, had secretly put away his wand.

She winked at him slyly.

...What a great professor.

Ethan felt a warmth in his heart.

Otherwise, why not ask Professor Flitwick to be your mentor?

However, I wonder if Professor Fritz would be willing to accept research on living paintings...

Magic involving the soul and memories is extremely dangerous.

At this time.

From the teachers' table, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up, walked to the owl-shaped podium, and smiled at Ethan:

"Congratulations, Mr. Vincent, on becoming the youngest contestant this century."

Ethan tilted his head back, a smile blooming on his handsome face, instantly attracting the attention of countless young girls.

"Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore," Ethan said confidently, "After this match, I will make Hogwarts a true legend!"

"..."

Dumbledore felt that as long as Ethan restrained himself, he would be legendary enough.

The fact that a first-year wizard is participating in a competition is already quite eye-catching!

I have a bad feeling about this...

It seems that Hogwarts' carefully cultivated reputation is about to be ruined...

But after all, that's compared to the elites from various schools, so Ethan probably doesn't have much room to perform, right?

"Good, very energetic."

Dumbledore smiled and wisely chose to skip the topic.

"Let's give a round of applause to this outstanding young warrior."

Several seconds passed before a sparse round of applause finally broke out from the audience, following Dumbledore's lead.

It wasn't that the students were disrespectful to Ethan, but rather that most of them were still in a daze and hadn't quite come to their senses.

"Merlin," Ron clapped his hands mechanically, muttering, "being praised by the principal in his first year, I'd start to think Ethan was the savior..."

Harry quickly replied, "I couldn't be happier."

He imagined to himself that if Ethan was the "boy who survived," Hakiv could simply roll over and surrender.

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Hermione bit her lip, looking at Ethan, who was the center of attention.

So strong, so incredibly strong.

Is this what genius is?

If she and Ethan both get "excellent" in the exam, then Ethan's grade is simply because "excellent" is the highest level.

Hermione couldn't even imagine herself catching up with Ethan.

But... even if she can't catch up, she will spend her whole life trying.

She, Hermione Granger, will never give up!

Hermione's eyes lit up with a brilliant light, her fighting spirit soaring.

On the Ravenclaw table.

Chief Robert's smile was harder to suppress than an AK.

As the prefect, he had already received firsthand information.

Ethan Vincent, a first-grader, has passed the selection round!

Anyone who says that Ravenclaws are all about studying and a bunch of bookworms who are bad at practical work, should be slapped in the face with these results!

Robert was walking on air this weekend.

He showed off to the other college heads!

To bring glory to one's ancestors!

Even Lady Ravenclaw, one of the Big Four, would jump out of her coffin upon hearing this amazing news!

Robert selectively ignored the fact that all the contestants except Ethan had ended up in the school hospital.

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And at the Slytherin table.

The atmosphere, however, was somewhat different.

Most of the people stared at Ethan with gloomy expressions, as if Ethan had stolen their honor.

Unexpectedly... this first-grader actually passed the selection competition.

And nobody knows how he did it.

It was like real "magic," it was simply a miracle.

"Draco, your family's investments are always successful."

Beside Malfoy, Blaise Zabini said, half seriously and half mockingly.

Malfoy glanced at him sideways, a smirk playing on his lips:

"So what?"

You want to curry favor, but you don't even have the means to do so!

He is proud and honored to follow Ethan!

Could your master do that?!

It fully demonstrated the shamelessness of the Malfoy family, who were known for their three masters.

"...Ha," Zabini chuckled in exasperation, then said coldly, "I'd like to see just how far the Malfoys can go following that Mudblood!"

After saying that, he turned his head sharply and whispered to Pansy.

What they didn't notice was that Gemma Farley, the Slytherin prefect, coldly withdrew her gaze.

A strange ripple appeared in those usually proud and cold eyes.

Ethan Vincent...

......

On the podium.

Dumbledore then praised the other contestants as well.

"...Each selected member may designate any professor as their personal mentor."

"Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise; you don't necessarily have to be the dean of your own academy. You can fully consider what kind of magic you want to use in the official competition."

As they were talking.

Professor Snape proudly raised his chin, took a sip of coffee as a cover-up, and glanced sideways at Ethan.

While other professors were still hesitating.

He struck first and snatched Ethan away.

While I don't expect Ethan to win, I can still hope for him to finish in the top ten.

"I wonder who Ethan will choose as his mentor," Ron muttered to himself. "Knowing Ethan's thought process, he probably won't choose Professor Snape, will he?"

Harry stuck out his tongue: "Then I'd rather choose Professor Quirrell—"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Bang!"

A figure suddenly crashed into the auditorium door.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it.

To my surprise, I saw Professor Quirrell, who had been bedridden since Halloween.

The fright and trauma he experienced on Halloween made him even thinner.

His cheeks were completely sunken, and his robe hung loosely on his body.

His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were bluish-black.

He looked like a patient who had suffered a major blow and hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.

The purple headscarf, still tightly wrapped around his head, appeared even larger.

According to the Weasley twins' group, Quirrell had put a binding spell on his turban so that Madam Pomfrey wouldn't remove it to treat him.

At the teachers' table.

Professor Snape frowned.

For some reason, I suddenly had a bad feeling.