chsdbacks Chapter 56 Voldemort: You, go and curry favor with Ethan.
Chapter 56 Voldemort: You, go and curry favor with Ethan.
Ethan followed slowly behind the professor and students toward Hogwarts Castle, which stood in the darkness.
Ascend the long stone steps and step through the heavy, tall oak gate.
Ethan was the only one among everyone who didn't need to go to the school clinic.
So he quickly parted ways with the others and went alone to the Ravenclaw lounge at the top of the tower.
Before parting, Professor Snape came over.
His hair was disheveled, his robes were torn, and his body and face were covered in slime like a giant cow with a monstrous nose.
It does have a bit of the Spinner's End Alley vibe.
Ethan thought to himself.
But in the end, he didn't say it.
I'm afraid he'll lose fifty points in the next Potions class because he used his right hand to stir the cauldron.
"What is it, Professor Snape?"
Ethan raised his head, revealing an innocent smile as if he hadn't seen anything.
Professor Snape leaned closer to Ethan.
Like a hissing snake, he slowly spoke to Ethan with his large, hooked nose:
"You better pray you've memorized the Potions textbook from cover to cover, word for word, Mr. Vincent... oh, right, including the older textbooks."
"Otherwise, Ravenclaw might not be able to maintain its leading position. You wouldn't want the other professors to know what you did to other students during the assessment, would you?"
"..."
Ethan blinked and said, "Lily—"
"Alright, shut up!"
Professor Snape's expression changed.
My fingers trembled slightly, and I almost instinctively reached for my heart.
...That brat.
Snape squinted at Ethan's fair face.
I really wish I could pour a bottle of magic potion on him and make this arrogant brat's face covered in blisters.
But it is undeniable.
It was Ethan's exceptional talent.
Even though he tried his best to find fault with Ethan in his potions class, he couldn't find a single flaw.
The finished products submitted after each class were all of "perfect" quality.
Not to mention Ethan's unique talent in dark magic.
Look, even before starting school, he could draw contraband, scaring those idiots in the Ministry of Magic out of their wits.
After starting school, he created one painting after another.
He practically turned the entire Hogwarts into his own experimental field!
So what if you hurt other students or steal their spoils?
Snape even admired Ethan's approach; it was ruthless.
That's right, it would be even better if we could avoid accidentally hurting others.
"...Every student selected for the challenge has the right to choose their own instructor," Snape hissed.
"Perhaps you think that Professor Flitwick from your own college is already excellent enough..."
"But when it comes to spells, you can't compete with seniors who have studied for several more years... so you need some new methods."
"It will enable you to acquire a marketable skill within two months."
For example, potion-making, or some harmless dark magic.
"And I," Professor Snape puffed out his chest slightly, "maybe I can offer you a few pointers when I'm teaching the students of Slytherin."
So, choose him! Choose him!
Ethan paused for a moment, then understood what Professor Snape meant:
He doesn't have time.
That's true, after all, there are still Slytherin inductees to manage.
That's a very tactful way of putting it.
Sure enough, beneath Snape's greasy, hard exterior lies a soft heart.
Ethan nodded firmly and said, "I understand, thank you, Professor."
I won't make a fool of myself by going to you.
Upon hearing this, Snape nodded slightly in satisfaction.
Humph.
Even a wicked little painter with a brain circuit comparable to a wild giant could understand this obvious hint, right?
Relieved, Professor Snape triumphantly flicked his sleeves and strode away.
In his mind, he was already imagining Ethan defeating students from other schools under his guidance.
Ethan watched as the group disappeared around the corner.
Withdrawing her gaze, she lightly used the portals to teleport herself piece by piece to the towering Ravenclaw Tower.
...I think I've found the reason why I haven't developed the muscles to persuade people with reason after climbing so many stairs.
......
at the same time.
School clinic.
In the silence, a rustling sound, like a gnawing animal, came from the crack in the bed.
"I will do it, I will do it... Please, please, Master... Ah!"
Suppressed screams came from the bed, which creaked as if someone was writhing in pain.
[Useless trash! It's a disgrace that I would have to depend on someone as worthless as you...]
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Master..."
Although you haven't been able to kill Harry Potter or get the Philosopher's Stone for me yet... at least you've gained something new...
Ethan Vincent, that kid has a lot of potential, he's many times more talented than you!
Go and approach him, teach him with your true abilities, the child won't mind... Whether it's knowledge, money, or secret channels known only to dark wizards, you must support that child without reservation...
"Yes, yes, Master..."
Ancient wizards used runes to draw spell circles, invoking the heavens and earth. Now, this has been replaced by simpler incantations, and this technique has been almost lost, except among certain scholars…
[Ethan Vincent's integration of incantations and models into his paintings bears a striking resemblance to ancient magic circles.]
I have a feeling that this skill will cause a sensation in the wizarding world...
Don't disappoint me again, you know the consequences, Quirrell...
"Yes, yes, Master!"
Just then.
A flurry of footsteps sounded, and the door was slammed open.
A fishy, pungent smell from the bottom of the lake rushed in, and the lights in the school clinic suddenly turned on, filling the once spacious room with people.
"Madame Pomfrey! Quick, a child has fainted!"
Professor McGonagall called out anxiously, turning her head to meet Professor Quirrell, who was lying paralyzed on the hospital bed beside her.
She was startled, but quickly recovered and said:
"Oh, good evening, Professor Quirrell. How are you recovering? Sorry, the selection trials just ended, and things are a bit chaotic right now."
"I'm... I'm fine!"
Quirrell stammered, tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I'll be discharged tomorrow, thank you so much for your concern..."
His eyes were red, as if he had just been crying.
"Are the students alright?"
Quirrell asked curiously, looking at the students who were baring their teeth.
The most serious case involved a broken leg, a large bump on the forehead, and blood all over the head and face, making it look extremely gruesome.
Quirrell had only asked casually to change the subject.
But to my surprise, Professor McGonagall's face suddenly darkened:
"I don't want to doubt my student so much. But I'm afraid Mr. Vincent is involved."
Quirrell was taken aback: "Mr. Vincent? Ethan Vincent?"
"Yes."
Professor McGonagall nodded.
"According to Professor Snape, he saw Ethan somehow set up a teleportation portal over a long distance, which angered the Toad King and caused the tribe to become enraged."
Setting up a portal over a long distance...
A look of surprise flashed across Quirrell's eyes.
Halloween was only a week or so ago, and Ethan's skills had improved again...
Given time, what kind of hellish thing will it grow into?!