chsdbacks Chapter 34 Halloween, I'm coming for you!
Chapter 34 Halloween, I'm coming for you!
The master himself has spoken!
Quirrell's pupils contracted sharply, his body tensed involuntarily, and he squinted as he carefully examined Ethan.
He was handsome and had a tall, upright figure. Even when threatening a professor, he spoke with a kind and polite expression.
It was as if they were earnestly discussing something with someone.
Why would the master take a liking to this brat? He has absolutely no connection with their criminal gang.
The previous argument with Malfoy was just a childish squabble.
It can only be described as a newborn calf not being afraid of a tiger.
If you really encounter a dark wizard, who knows how much you'll end up crying.
Besides, any wizard with knowledge of magic can create a painting, and they can do it better than this kid.
The living paintings in Hogwarts Castle are a case in point.
It's nothing special.
Quirrell harbored resentment in his heart.
Although they didn't understand, they dared not disobey Voldemort.
He quickly said:
"Since you insist, then I'll tell you..."
Through Quirrell's long and rambling narration, Ethan learned what kind of person Halbo was.
In short—the progenitor of dark wizards.
He lived in ancient Greece and was one of the earliest and most influential dark wizards in the history of magic, known as "Helpo the Despicable".
His main achievements are twofold:
Firstly, it is the invention and cultivation of the "basilisk".
By hatching rooster eggs under a toad, any creature that looks directly into its eyes will be petrified and die.
That's right, it's the thing that's currently nestled at their feet.
Summoned by a young Voldemort, he caused the death of one person at Hogwarts.
Secondly, he invented Horcruxes.
By committing evil murders, the soul is split, so that even after the body dies, the soul continues to live on.
That was also Voldemort's specialty.
Well, so he was Voldemort's mentor!
Presumably, the things kept in his mansion are comparable to the Philosopher's Stone.
Either it's extremely precious.
It's either extremely dangerous.
Either both must exist.
Ethan became even more interested.
Creations of black magic, forbidden existences, things that are not allowed...
This is really interesting.
"Heh, heh heh..."
Ethan couldn't help but chuckle softly.
A chilling aura swept through the entire classroom.
"I... I feel a little cold..."
Ron rubbed his arms and muttered to himself:
"It's like Dementors are here. My dad says that places where Dementors are will be especially cold."
"However, there's only Ethan here, hahaha."
Harry chuckled dryly in agreement, inwardly thinking:
Aside from species, Ethan is probably no different from a Dementor.
They are all the same underworld.
......
During the time while waiting for get out of class to end.
Ethan was pondering how to get to Herpo's mansion.
The moss-covered bark not only taught him the complete Eris spell, but also revealed the exact location of the Herbord mansion.
Lake Worcester is located in the Lake District of northern England, near Cumbria.
Deep within the "Rotten Swamp," a place that devours everything and nurtures countless fungi.
Surrounded by dense forest and poisonous fog, it is extremely dangerous.
The location perfectly suits the dark wizard's aesthetic.
"It's hard to get through this alone..."
Ethan muttered.
Not only because of its difficulty level, but also because it is hundreds of kilometers away from Hogwarts.
Even Apparition would find it difficult to reach.
It's like someone who's trying to improve their stomach receiving a top-notch pornographic film—they have the energy but can't actually put it into practice.
All I could do was scratch my head in frustration.
"Let's see," Ethan finally sighed, abandoning his treasure hunt idea for the time being. "We need to plan this carefully, maybe during the summer vacation? Perhaps there will be some opportunities."
"For now, let's focus our energy on the upcoming Halloween art exhibition."
"For our first appearance, we have to give everyone a surprise!"
While thinking.
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
Like his classmates, Ethan immediately prepared to leave, unable to stay in the garlic-scented classroom for even a second longer.
Just then.
A strong garlic smell wafted toward Ethan from afar, as intense as a wall.
Before you see the person, you can smell their aroma.
Even Ethan, who is usually calm and friendly, couldn't help but frown and show a look of disgust.
"Vincent, please wait a moment..."
Professor Quirrell smirked and leaned closer, shoving his large purple headscarf right in front of Ethan's face.
The garlic, mixed with a faint smell of decay, was even more intoxicating than taking a deep breath of a gym student's white socks on a hot summer day.
Ethan took two steps back: "Excuse me, I'm allergic to garlic. I'll be going now."
After saying that, Ethan turned and left without looking back.
Want to get close to him?
Let's get rid of that garlic smell first!
"..."
Quirrell's smile froze again.
He stared at Ethan's merciless back, his eyes widening slightly, a hint of fear appearing within them.
He trembled, and only after the students in the classroom had all left did he collapse as if he couldn't bear it any longer, muttering pleadingly:
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Master... I'm so sorry, I will definitely help you regain Ethan Vincent's skills..."
"Help me? You think I need your help?!"
"Yes, yes, 'for you,' 'for you!' Master! I am willing to give you everything..."
I never imagined I'd be forced to live off a coward like you. Never mind, no rush to get involved with that child.
The most important thing now is to get the magic stone for me as soon as possible!
"Yes, yes, Master!" Quirrell whispered. "I'm all ready. On Halloween Eve, I'll create chaos, and then I'll use that trapdoor to get the Philosopher's Stone for you..."
I hope you won't let me down, otherwise, you know the consequences.
"Yes, yes..."
Quirrell, his back hunched, listened as the voice in his head gradually faded, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
...Ethan Vincent, I'll let you gloat for a couple more days.
Quirrell's eyes darkened.
Once he successfully steals the magic stone for his master, you and your ridiculous painting will both belong to him.
Quirrell took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and hurriedly left the classroom.
He wanted to ensure that the operation would be foolproof.
Ah, but who could have predicted that the stuttering, pitiful Professor Quirrell would take action on the eve of the holiday?
Perhaps that wretched Snape will have some idea...
But Snape could never have imagined that he, Voldemort's loyal servant, would put a troll into the school!
Quirrell couldn't help but grin at the thought of how panicked those foolish students and professors would be.
At that time.
He was going to have a good look at Ethan Vincent's arrogant face, and the ugly way it was twisted with fear.
......
During this time, Quirrell was struggling to capture the trolls and prepare for his dark endeavors.
Ethan is also busy preparing for his art exhibition.
One painting after another.
Unwavering in his artistic pursuits, he never ceased writing.
Since Ethan had indeed forgotten how to get into the Room of Requirement, he had complete freedom in where he painted.
Most of them are in the dormitories.
Although Ethan thoughtfully put the finished painting into a leather bag that had been enchanted with a seamless stretching spell.
She playfully told her roommates Michael and Mandy that this was a clever little tool they would be using later.
However, they still regrettably kept their distance from Ethan.
Eventually, it escalated to him sleeping in the common room.
She probably didn't want to interfere with her painting.
Ethan thought with emotion.
We've decided to invite them to see the art exhibition first, once it's all set up.
During this time, Ethan also visited Hagrid's house several times with the two boys—Harry and Ron.
And they successfully obtained material related to Fantastic Beasts.
For example, unicorn fur, colorful and beautiful plumage, and a few genuine dragon scales that appeared out of nowhere.
It shimmered with a dark green light, as if starlight were streaking across it.
Ethan used them all in his paintings and exhibitions.
By incorporating the Eris spell, another "Golden Legend" was created.
Time flies.
Finally, October 31st arrived.
Halloween Eve is something countless people look forward to, and something that stirs up countless undercurrents.