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

Chapter 26 New Skill: We Merge!

Pansy glared angrily at Ethan and the group of Gryffindors.

Just like discovering a dog on the street that dares to bite someone, a surge of anger and offense wells up inside.

She turned her head, intending to call on her companions to join in the cursing.

Let these poor, lowly mud-bloods see that they can't afford to mess with us!

however.

What came into view was a sparse Slytherin group of less than ten people.

Some people even shrank back, trying to slip away.

"..."

Pansy stared at them in disbelief, her eyes wide.

What, what's going on?

What about people? !

Only Gore and Crabbe remained trembling on the front lines.

But it's hard to say whether they were holding their ground or simply forgot to run.

Only then did Pansy belatedly realize what she was facing.

Her face turned deathly pale, and she slowly turned her head to meet a group of menacing lion cubs.

A restless atmosphere was surging, as if it would rush over at any moment and tear them to shreds.

The only reason they were held back was because "that person" had not yet given the order—

Ethan Vincent!

When she met those cold, unfeeling cobalt blue eyes, Pansy collapsed to the ground with a thud, all traces of her previous arrogance gone.

His eyes widened, he trembled, and a look of fear spread across his face.

Turning his head, he saw a large group of Gryffindors, eager and ready to pounce.

I've finally come to terms with reality.

A belated sense of fear rose in his eyes.

Ethan looked down at the trembling girl on the ground.

He squinted and took a deep breath.

Sensing the restlessness and fear permeating the air, Ethan revealed an expression of ecstasy.

It's awesome!

Slytherin?

You must kneel down and speak to me.

Your paintings have had a tremendous impact on many people!

[Soul Fusion Level Increased by 3%!]

You have mastered a new skill: Fusion.

Just as new life is born from the fusion of bodies, so too can the fusion of paintings and paint.

When two extraordinary paintings are combined, a new effect is created.

[Note: They can also be separated after fusion, except for specific paintings with the property of devouring.]

That's a full 3% increase!

Even when "Broom Rash" caused quite a stir, it only increased by 1%.

This time, it broke through the 30% mark.

Gain a new skill —

A noble fusion!

The combination of the two paintings creates a new effect through the superposition of two different techniques.

Just hearing this description sparked a flood of ideas in Ethan's mind.

As his extraordinary paintings accumulate, his magical combinations will undoubtedly become more diverse, catching his enemies off guard.

With the advent of the system.

Like pouring a bucket of refreshing spring water over your head on a hot summer day.

Magic surged forth from Ethan's body like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Just then.

Ethan suddenly felt his wand tremble!

Resonate with the magic within your body.

A nutty aroma mixed with minerals wafted out.

Ethan recognized the smell.

It smells like paint.

—Is it about to transform?!

Ethan was startled.

Quickly follow this feeling and pour your own magic into it.

The surface of the wand began to flow, as if it had turned into liquid, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted.

However, despite Ethan's best efforts to visualize the perfect paintbrush in his mind.

But it's still a little short.

It was missing a crucial, decisive element.

A few seconds later.

The hazy light dissipated, and the wand returned to its stable form.

All that remained was the smell of nuts and minerals in the air.

Ethan reopened his eyes and looked down at the wand in his hand.

The light brown surface is very smooth.

The fine horizontal ridges resemble some kind of sacred symbol.

It is a wand that perfectly suits a good wizard like him.

It was as if he was born to belong to him.

"Damn it, I've been stopped..."

Ethan muttered.

However, Ethan was not in a hurry.

Often, patient waiting is the key to achieving the best results.

This time, we've had a very fruitful experience.

Another 3% soul fusion rate, another wand about to transform, another new skill.

He even gave a passionate speech in front of everyone.

Malfoy, you've really done a good thing!

Ethan looked at Malfoy, who was nearly suffocated by Pansil, with a kind gaze.

At this time.

Ethan's eyes darted around, catching sight of a figure hurrying towards them from a distance.

He raised his wand and pointed it toward Malfoy and Pansy.

"what!"

Pansy screamed, suddenly clutched her head, closed her eyes tightly, and grabbed Malfoy with a force that seemed to strangle him.

She thought Ethan was going to cast a spell on her.

At that moment, she felt immense regret.

Of all people to mess with, why did he have to provoke that madman Ethan Vincent!

It's not that I'm afraid of a madman being fierce, it's that I'm afraid of a madman being cultured!

Pansy had no idea what kind of evil magic Ethan would use.

The threat of death has never been so clear.

"Healed as before".

A gentle voice followed.

A white light enveloped Malfoy on the ground.

The redness and swelling on her cheeks subsided, and the trickling nosebleed stopped.

"Help...help me...huh?"

Malfoy, who was calling for help in a faint buzzing voice, belatedly realized that his face seemed to no longer hurt.

Could it be the professor?

Malfoy opened his eyes in surprise, for the first time in his life, he so desperately wanted to meet a professor.

The next second, he met Ethan's smiling eyes.

Malfoy: "..."

Or should I just pass out?

Ethan's actions once again shocked everyone.

"..."

Pansy sat there blankly, disheveled, covered in mud, her legs too weak to straighten up.

Finally, her lips trembled, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

She was driven to a mental and physical breakdown by the "mud people" she despised the most.

Ron was stunned for a moment, then asked anxiously, "Ethan! Why are you treating him? Shouldn't you be pressing your advantage?"

Ethan turned his head and said seriously:

"What did you say? Do you think I'm that kind of violent person?"

"Friendship first, competition second."

Ethan looked at Malfoy and gave him a kind smile:

"We're just having a friendly exchange, trying to improve our understanding and learning of spells, right?"

"..."

Malfoy stared at the pool of blood on the ground.

Do you think Ethan's understanding of the word "friendly" is way off?

However, everyone soon learned why Ethan did this.

"What are you doing?!"

A sharp shout rang out, and Professor McGonagall hurried over.

The remaining Slytherins, as if seeing a savior, rushed over and hid behind the professor.

This rare treatment made Professor McGonagall squint her eyes.

Then, he immediately noticed the blood on Malfoy's face.

Professor McGonagall felt a jolt in her heart and quickly checked Malfoy. Seeing that he was alright, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, enraged, he questioned:

"Can someone explain this to me?!"

Harry whispered, "It's Malfoy, Professor. Malfoy's come to provoke Ethan!"

"Enough, Mr. Potter!"

Professor McGonagall glared at him sternly.

"We'll discuss your problem later. When you plunge down from that height, did you consider the possibility of breaking your neck?!"

Harry then remembered that he had broken the rules by riding the flying broomstick.

Compared to Ethan's deeds, this seems to be nothing.

At that moment, a voice rang out:

"Professor McGonagall, please don't be angry, it's all my fault."

Ethan looked up, his expression a mixture of frustration and determination, as if he had made up his mind to take responsibility.

"Malfoy challenged me to a duel, and this was my first duel. I may have been a little too rough... Although I healed Malfoy's wounds immediately afterward, I am truly sorry, Professor McGonagall."

Malfoy stared at Ethan in disbelief.

Every word he said was true.

But why does it sound so innocent?!

Did I go a little too far?

You're practically beating someone to death!