chsdbacks Chapter 28 But he gave so much.
Chapter 28 But he gave so much.
A life at Hogwarts without experiencing solitary confinement is incomplete.
Ethan understood this perfectly.
With Professor Flitwick's mediation, Ethan's confinement was finally scheduled for next Monday.
The reason given was that we shouldn't delay such an excellent student from doing his weekend homework.
"I believe that a young wizard like Mr. Vincent, who follows school rules and is focused solely on learning, would never intentionally harm his classmates."
Professor Flitwick made a solemn promise.
He patted Ethan's arm reassuringly, as if to tell him not to worry.
The poor child has gotten into trouble with Mr. Malfoy's troublesome family.
Ethan clearly just wanted to study and, incidentally, develop his hobbies at Hogwarts.
What did he do wrong?
You won the duel? That's impressive!
Ravenclaw should have this kind of fighting spirit!!
Professor Flitwick's dueling master spirit was ignited.
"I don't doubt Mr. Vincent..."
Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows.
Ethan has performed exceptionally well during this period, a fact that is evident to all the professors.
Malfoy started the duel, so he deserved to get beaten up.
only......
Professor McGonagall recalled the “Ethan’s Speech Manifesto” that circulated among the students.
Moreover, since the duel, there have been even more conflicts between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
They even blew up each other's cauldrons during a Potions class, which angered Professor Snape so much that he deducted fifteen points from each side.
Of course, Snape quickly added Slytherin back.
The root of these events always seems to vaguely bear the shadow of Ethan...
Professor McGonagall looked up and her eyes met Ethan's.
Clear and pure.
His cobalt blue eyes were quiet and reserved, like a lake in winter.
Ethan smiled at her, his fair face beaming with an angelic smile.
Inevitably, Professor McGonagall softened.
Oh well, I'll just be more careful in the future.
After all, the mysterious man has fallen, and an era of peace has arrived.
Hogwarts has a pure and simple academic atmosphere, so it's impossible for it to produce another Dark Lord.
It's laughable to even think about it.
Even if Ethan has bad intentions, how bad can he be?
All he wanted was to further his artistic studies!
Professor McGonagall always favored students who had clear goals and worked tirelessly to achieve them.
"I understand. Then you can go help Filch with the work next Monday, and you don't need to worry about the rest."
Professor McGonagall said.
If Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy, were to cause trouble.
They will definitely help solve it.
"Okay," Ethan nodded seriously, "I'll work hard."
The prize display room...maybe we can even see Tom's trophy.
Ethan was filled with anticipation for this nighttime stroll—or rather, this closed-off night.
What an obedient child!
Professor McGonagall, who had long suffered from the torment of the "Gransoners" group of unruly children, was moved.
Unable to resist, I reached out and ruffled Ethan's ruffled hair twice.
Even his usually serious face showed a rare smile.
......
only.
Despite the efforts of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick to mediate.
But Ethan still coincidentally ran into the Malfoys, who were leaving in a hurry, in the corridor.
Malfoy looked like he had been crying again; his head was down and his shoulders trembled from time to time.
Lucius's face looked as if a house-elf had thrown a smelly sock in his face.
It was as gloomy as the soles of shoes that had been sitting at my grandmother's house for thirty years.
"Get out of the way!"
Lucius forced a sound through clenched teeth and shoved the unfortunate student in front of him aside with his snake-headed cane.
Without even glancing at her sobbing son beside her, she strode forward.
"Mr. Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall called out sternly, jogging after them. "I must remind you, this is Hogwarts—"
"Oh, really?" Lucius stopped and raised his chin. "Then I happen to remember that I am a Hogwarts school board member."
Just then.
Lucius caught a glimpse of Ethan walking out of the auditorium.
"Oh, look who's here."
Lucius immediately turned his head and said with a forced smile:
"A great orator, another 'savior' who is almost on par with Harry Potter—"
"And his loyal followers."
Lucius shifted his gaze to Michael, who was standing in front of Ethan.
After searching the small ones, do you search the large ones?
Why am I so popular?
Ethan raised an eyebrow, pushed Michael back, stepped forward, and looked up into the blond man's eyes.
He thought to himself:
How about a samurai duel later?
Or should I use broom rash treatment?
No, it's better to use both.
Add a broom rash effect to your fist and beat Lucius mercilessly—when asked afterward, just say Lucius is allergic to human skin.
The more Ethan thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed, and his eyes gleamed.
"..."
Lucius suddenly felt a chill.
It seems like we've been targeted by something unclean.
He looked down at Ethan, watching the eleven-year-old boy who held his own even when confronting an adult.
It even gave him a faint sense of threat.
Lucius looked around again.
Although the surrounding students did not intervene, they kept a close eye on the situation.
Especially the Gryffindors, all of them widened their eyes, as if they would rush up immediately if anything happened.
Hmph, as reckless as ever.
But it is undeniable that...
Ethan Vincent is so mature, intelligent and charismatic at such a young age.
If Harry Potter earned him a great deal of fame when he was young...
Ethan, on his own merits, made a name for himself at Hogwarts.
If he grows up in the future, he will probably become an extraordinary person.
Lucius narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in them.
That being the case.
Then he'll have to act sooner rather than later.
"Mr. Malfoy was reckless before, please don't take it to heart."
Lucius forced a smile and said to Ethan.
Of course, we have to fawn over such a promising future talent now!
He, Malfoy, had long been accustomed to serving three masters.
"Father?!"
Malfoy looked up abruptly, unable to believe what his father had said.
Even Ethan raised an eyebrow, watching Lucius's sudden change of expression with great interest.
"Shut up, Malfoy."
Lucius said coldly, the more he looked, the more he felt that his own child was truly not presentable.
"You've repeatedly provoked Mr. Vincent, yet he forgave you without holding a grudge. Aren't you grateful?"
"..."
Malfoy looked like he was about to break apart.
Ethan felt sorry for him.
But when did I ever "forgive him without holding a grudge"?
Ethan narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them, just as he was about to utter a sarcastic remark.
Then Lucius took a dark brown bag that looked like cowhide from his pocket and handed it to him, saying:
"This is just a small token of the Malfoy family's appreciation."
money?
Ha, the Malfoys are still as mercenary as ever.
They thought everything could be solved with money.
Ethan smiled but made no move.
"There are seven hundred Galleons inside, consider it support for your painting interests."
"..."
Ethan's smile faltered, his eyes widened slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.
Stealing the young master?!
700 Galleons?!
The prize money for the Triwizard Tournament, where someone has died, is only 300 Galleons more!
It's more than enough for his art expenses for the next few months, enough to buy the best art supplies.
If he had this money, he wouldn't need to work for the time being.
This will also give us more time to prepare for the upcoming Halloween art exhibition.
but.
One cannot be so lacking in ambition!
How could he accept money from the Malfoys! He couldn't be bought off by mere, corrupt money!
Ethan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and was about to refuse the readily available seven hundred Galleons.
Lucius: "By the way, this leather bag is enchanted with a seamless stretching spell, which I think might help you store your art supplies."
Ethan took the bag and flashed a bright smile:
"You're too kind, Mr. Malfoy. Draco and I are best friends."
"Right, Draco?"
Ethan tilted his head and smiled at Malfoy.
Ethan swore he had wanted to refuse, but that bastard Lucius was offering way too much!
"..."
Malfoy trembled under the dual gazes of his father and Ethan.
Finally, a smile that looked like a cry appeared on his face.
Eek.