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

Chapter 49 Selection Tournament Begins! Ethan's New Card

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"Blow them all away with an explosion!" Ron suggested.

"No! That will only anger them. We should use a hypnotic spell—oh! I believe I've seen this somewhere before!"

"My little genius Hermione retorted, flipping through the pages of her book."

"Uh—can I just fly there on a flying broomstick?" Harry racked his brains.

"No props may be used in the game, Harry," Ethan said gently. "Because it's a contest of overall academic ability, not Quidditch."

"We also cannot use the Flying Spell."

"Because the official competition takes place in a primeval forest. Unless the apes suddenly realize the necessity of maintaining hygiene, they won't be able to summon a broom."

Of course, flying brooms are different from ordinary brooms.

"oh oh......"

Harry responded blankly, the string of long and complicated sentences had him completely bewildered.

Ever since I learned that Ethan was going to prepare for the selection competition.

The three little ones volunteered to come over and help him think of a solution.

Whenever they had free time, the group would spend it together in the library, searching for ways to deal with the giant purple toad.

"Look, Ethan!"

Hermione excitedly pushed the book over, pointing to a very complicated spell on it.

"Here is a guide to a powerful hypnotic spell. You can work with other students to cast it and put all the toads to sleep."

"That's a good idea."

Ethan looked at the convoluted spell and said earnestly:

"There's just one small problem."

"Although the selection competition is in groups of five, I'm afraid no one will help me."

Hermione was taken aback and blurted out, "Why? Isn't this a teamwork competition?"

She did her research.

Although the Secret Realm Search Challenge does not have specific group requirements.

However, participants usually form teams by school, working together and helping each other to win the glory together.

Therefore, the school selection process also encourages students to cooperate more.

In fact, professors will even specifically assess whether students cooperate well with each other.

Why is no one helping Ethan?

Ethan smiled: "Maybe in other people's eyes, I'm the one destined to be eliminated."

Therefore, there is no need to help.

"..."

Hermione was stunned.

In her clever little mind, there was only how to get higher scores; she never considered these social niceties.

Two seconds later, she realized what was happening.

She lowered her head in shame, using the rustling of her book to hide her embarrassment, and whispered:

"Look, look at this description of the giant purple toad!"

"They are very quiet when undisturbed, but once disturbed, they will attack in droves, and will not stop until the intruders are completely wiped out..."

"Generally, they only hunt intruders. But once provoked and entering a berserk state, the entire swarm will attack everything in its path indiscriminately, making them extremely dangerous..."

Ethan listened to the explanation he was already familiar with.

He rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

Currently, his idea is to use a portal to quickly cross the outer perimeter of the security perimeter and enter the cave.

However, toads also guard the cave, protecting their king—a giant toad that can be five or six meters tall.

Once the king is injured, all the toads will immediately go berserk.

It is an existence that should absolutely not be provoked, somewhat like a final boss.

The objective of the assessment is to retrieve the most valuable item from the cave nest.

This also involves the issue of first come, first served.

Toads like shiny things.

Those who go in first can choose first, while those who go in later will probably only be able to choose from bent silver spoons and broken earthenware bowls.

As long as you can successfully obtain the precious treasure, you can be directly selected.

In other cases, the decision will be made based on the professors' assessments.

"I absolutely cannot fall into the situation of being evaluated, because the professors certainly won't choose me, a freshman."

Ethan pondered.

"To be selected, you must obtain valuable items. You need to be the first to enter the cave... a portal? This plan seems rather crude..."

Just then, Ethan heard Harry mutter:

"If only we knew where the treasure was... then Ethan could just use a portal to reach out and take it without even entering the lair."

Ethan smiled.

He opened his mouth, about to tell Harry that his portal had to be set within a visible range of thirty meters.

But suddenly.

A flash of inspiration struck his mind like lightning, piercing through the darkness of his thoughts!

"Bang!"

Ethan suddenly stood up, his chair falling to the ground with a loud thud.

The three little ones were startled and shrank back in unison, staring at Ethan in terror.

"Yeah... why didn't I think of that before?"

Ethan stared unfocused at the sky, muttering to himself.

"Within my field of vision...within my field of vision...since my eyeballs cannot detach from my body and move independently."

"Then why not just create another field of view?!"

What he needs is a new painting, a new card!

Remove the restriction on his portal card!

Inspiration struck!

Ethan swished his head and turned away.

His pupils dilated, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a grin.

His cobalt blue eyes stared intently at Harry as he said:

"Harry, you're a genius!"

"..."

Harry's entire back was pressed against the chair, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Facing Ethan, who was almost as big as Gargamel and whose nose was practically touching his, Harry managed a weak smile.

Brother, brother, I need some tonic...

"Who's making noise in the library!"

Mrs. Pince, the librarian, appeared in a flurry of activity, and for the first time, Harry felt that her arrival was incredibly timely.

Unfortunately, upon seeing Ethan, Mrs. Pince's angry face immediately softened, and she said with concern:

"Oh, it's Mr. Vincent! Are you alright? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Pince."

Ethan turned his head, a perfectly polite smile on his face.

"That's good, that's good~"

The three children were astonished to see a smile appear on Mrs. Pince's dinosaur-like face.

The next second, Mrs. Pince turned her head, glared at Ron, and said, "If you're not going to study, get out!"

"..."

Ron quickly grabbed a book and lowered his head, looking aggrieved.

Eek.

After Mrs. Pince left, Ethan turned his head, his eyes shining, and quickly gave instructions:

"Come on, my friends! Help me find the magic spell for broadening my horizons!"

"It's time to give the world a little shock!"

Although the three little ones don't understand how broadening their horizons is related to the world.

But that didn't stop them from getting excited too.

Books were brought in one by one, and spells and principles were memorized one by one.

For a moment, the only sounds on the desk were the rustling of pages turning and the scratching of a quill pen sliding across the paper.

Outside the window, the leaves rustle.

A cold wind, carrying fresh air, kept slapping against the window.

The figures of the four people are engraved with a beautiful and irreplaceable window decoration.

......

soon.

The day of the selection competition arrived.

Since the match was scheduled for 10 p.m., which was during curfew, there were no spectators.

Only the participants and professors.

Wrapped in a thick robe, he stood on the edge of the shimmering Black Lake cliff.

Ethan stared at the brand-new rectangular card in his hand, his eyes glued to it, liking it no matter how he looked at it.

With his head down, he walked across the rugged lakeside pebbles.

At that moment, a voice rang out:

"Hey! Look who's here!"

Ethan stopped and slowly raised his gaze.

Seeing Sean Max, who was furious and still angry after being rejected from joining the club.

She crossed her arms and looked down at him with disdain, as if she was about to break into a dance.

Ethan spoke, and he and Sean said in unison:

"Isn't this the famous artist Ethan Vincent? He's overestimating himself by coming to the auditions; is he just trying to make a fool of himself?"

The two voices overlapped.

Word for word.

"Excuse me, I overheard your rehearsal in the common room tonight."

"You really should work on your lines; they're completely unappealing."

Ethan offered his sincere advice.

Sean: "..."

Sean's face flushed red.

It is clearly visible even at night.

Ethan Vincent groaned in a hoarse, groaning sound—!

Sean trembled with shame, as if he had suffered the ultimate humiliation.

He glared at Ethan through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.

He was determined to make this glib-tongued brat look like a fool during the selection process!

Let this brat see what Ravenclaw's true strength is like!