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

Chapter 29 Solitary Confinement = Legal Night Outing

Seeing Ethan and Malfoy "make up," Lucius curled the corners of his mouth.

At the same time, I felt a little pain in my heart.

While he could produce 700 Galleons, it was still a considerable sum.

Over the past few years, I've spent a considerable amount of money bribing people to cover up my dealings with this mysterious figure.

While there are secretive supply channels for flying brooms, this full seven hundred Galleons, plus a non-tradable Seamless Stretch Charm bag, is the real deal.

He had never spent so much money on a complete stranger.

However, based on his years of investment experience, Lucius saw great potential in Ethan.

In the future, Ethan might just become a big shot in the Ministry of Magic!

His name will resound throughout the wizarding world and be sought after by people everywhere.

The Malfoy family's previous following of the Dark Lord was already a mistake.

This time, it won't go wrong, right?

Thinking of this, Lucius felt that his son was really clueless.

Harry Potter, Ethan Vincent.

He wanted Malfoy to befriend everyone, but Malfoy offended every single one of them.

"Malfoy, why aren't you apologizing to Ethan right now?"

Lucius glanced sideways at Malfoy and said coldly.

"I'm so sorry..."

Malfoy lowered his head and spoke almost imperceptibly.

Lucius raised his eyebrows, about to reprimand Ethan, but was stopped.

"Stop being so mean to Draco. We're all friends, why be so polite?"

Ethan smiled so broadly his eyes crinkled, and he patted Malfoy on the shoulder enthusiastically.

He was patted so hard he trembled, like a small snake being targeted by an eagle.

"Well then, we'll take our leave now."

Lucius nodded to Ethan, then glanced at Malfoy out of the corner of his eye and snorted coldly:

"I had to take my son home for a couple of days to reflect on his actions. It seems he hasn't adapted to life at Hogwarts yet, and he's hanging out with some... shady characters."

Lucius remembered the ugly girl, Pansy Parkinson.

Although he has pure blood, he's a bit too brainless.

I heard that the girl was also taken home to reflect on her actions.

Hmph, serves them right.

Just as they were about to leave, a figure approached.

It's Professor Quirrell.

He still wore that huge, ridiculous purple turban, his body was hunched over, he was timid and cowering, and he reeked of garlic.

Lucius stopped, leaned back in disgust, and frowned.

"Mr. Malfoy!"

Professor Quirrell stammered, his eyes gleaming with a secretive and strange light.

"I, I, I would like to ask, please come over—"

"I'm sorry, we don't have enough time to waste."

Lucius interrupted Professor Quirrell directly, failing to notice the subtle anomalies.

Use your cane to shoo him away like you're swatting flies, and walk straight ahead without looking to the side.

"Oh, right."

Lucius suddenly turned his head and looked at Professor Quirrell's large headscarf.

"Your headscarf smells rotten."

"I might not be able to accept that my son's professor has some kind of disease that he has to hide, humph, maybe it's drastocia."

Smallpox is a malignant infectious disease caused by poor lifestyle habits.

"I will suggest to the other school board members that we find you another place."

After saying that, Lucius took his son and left without looking back.

Hmm, why does my left arm feel a little itchy?

Professor Quirrell stood there alone, forcing an awkward smile, his whole body trembling.

If you look closely, you can see a hint of fear in his eyes.

aside.

Ethan was trying so hard to suppress his laughter that he was about to go crazy.

He pinched his palms tightly to prevent himself from bursting out laughing in public.

—In front of Voldemort, mock him for being a shameful "dragonpox"!

Lucius, your sarcasm is truly something else!

As if to ease the awkwardness, Professor Quirrell looked at Ethan and gave him a smile:

"Mr. Vincent, congratulations on receiving funding from the Malfoy family..."

Upon hearing this, Ethan raised an eyebrow:

"How can this be called financial aid? This is compensation for my emotional distress that I deserve."

Professor Quirrell: "...Haha."

Just laugh it off.

I really don't know who should pay whom for this emotional distress.

Ethan clutched his purse, feeling incredibly happy, and couldn't wait to buy a batch of art supplies.

Turning my head, I saw Michael's contorted expression.

"Yi-zai, oh Yi-zai."

Michael shook his head, and said with great sorrow:

"How could you accept the Malfoy family's money? You've been corrupted by dirty money; you're no longer the innocent Yi-zai you used to be!"

That's a whopping 700 Galleons!

Michael was so jealous he was practically splitting apart.

What happened to your promise to lead us in fighting the enemy?

How did you suddenly turn around and stand with the enemy?!

The magical boy once fought against evil?

Upon hearing this, Ethan chuckled and shook his head.

With the kind look of an elder watching a child's mischief, she looked at Michael and patiently guided him:

"The Malfoys' money was all plundered from everyone. If I earn their money now and then use that money to benefit everyone, wouldn't that be turning the money back into the family?"

"Someone has to bear this stigma. So I'll bear it myself, I'll take the blame!"

Michael: ?

Hmm, that seems to make sense...?

So, Ethan's sacrifice was quite significant.

After all, he only got money that was rotten and boring, but he had to face the envy, jealousy and hatred of others.

Ethan patted Michael on the shoulder with satisfaction.

Children can be taught.

He enjoys making friends with smart and quick-witted people like that.

This naive little fool was left standing there deep in thought.

Ethan turned his head, a barely suppressed, sinister smile spreading across his face.

The plan is in place.

What a windfall!

Don't worry, I will use this money to benefit the public.

For example, preparing a thrilling—no, I mean a heartwarming art exhibition for Halloween.

"Heh, heh heh..."

Ethan chuckled softly as he headed toward the owl hut where the shipping documents were being sent, amidst the students' horrified glances as they backed away.

Oh, and by the way, buy Luna some odd little trinkets too.

For example, the goblin guillotine that can be reused.

It's palm-sized, easy to carry, and educational in a fun way, making it very useful for children's early learning.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed.

......

Monday night.

Ethan followed Filch to the prize display room to do volunteer work.

The night's glow streamed through the window, gently bathing Ethan's face in an ivory-white light.

The corridor was quiet except for the footsteps of Ethan and Filch.

The emaciated, dull-colored Mrs. Lorris walked silently beside them.

Its orange-red vertical pupils shone with a glassy quality unique to animals in the moonlight.

"Click".

Filch used the key to open the door to the prize display room.

A dusty smell wafted out, and as the door opened, a cloud of dust rose from the ground.

"This room is specially reserved for you troublemakers."

Filch grinned maliciously.

"Tonight, you must wipe it clean bit by bit with a rag. No magic allowed!"

However, at that moment, Ethan couldn't hear what he was saying.

Ethan's attention was fixed on a tall object by the window.

It was completely covered by a cloth, blocking the moonlight that was shining through.

Beneath the cloth, claw-shaped supports are faintly visible.

I don't know why.

As Ethan looked at it, the magic within him seemed to be stirred, causing a ripple of energy.

A desire to uncover it arose within me.