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

Chapter 25 Ethan's First Experience with a Speech

Crabbe, whose name was called, turned deathly pale.

He trembled violently as if he had lost his parents, like a large piece of fatty jelly.

"I...I...I don't want to!!"

He screamed and fell to the ground with a thud, kicking his legs frantically backward.

He stared in utter terror at the fists swinging back and forth in mid-air.

What kind of evil magic is this?!

They're first-year wizards who just started school recently. Did Ethan secretly go to Azkaban for further studies before?

Ethan: Hmph~(￣V￣)＞

The duel ended in the blink of an eye.

Neither Slytherin nor Gryffindor anticipated such an outcome.

—This is clearly a duel between wizards, why are you throwing punches?!

It's like playing rock-paper-scissors, and suddenly the other player launches a missile.

Only Ethan's two friends from Ravenclaw wore smug expressions of "I knew it!"

Michael crossed his arms, his head still covered in grass, and gave the person opposite him what he thought was a cool, provocative smile.

At the same time, his gaze quickly swept across Slytherin.

See if there are any pretty girls.

Mandy, on the other hand, calmly pushed up her glasses and looked down contemptuously at Malfoy, who was lying on the ground crying incessantly.

What an idiot who doesn't know his own limitations.

After this battle.

I'm afraid he'll never be able to lift his head again.

This is the consequence of foolishly attempting to challenge Ethan.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Ethan said regretfully, turning to Harry, "you probably won't get a chance to play."

Harry snapped out of his shock and stammered, "N-nothing! You're amazing, Ethan..."

Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't have to make an appearance.

After all, he had never heard of the spell Malfoy had just shouted at the beginning.

He didn't want to embarrass himself in public.

Now, Harry looked at Malfoy with genuine pity.

Go home, child, go home.

"Well then," Ethan turned his head, raised his voice slightly, and laughed, "this duel is over. Thank you for giving me such a pleasant experience."

It not only allowed him to stretch his muscles and bones.

He was also allowed to test the use of the [Portal].

It's a win-win situation.

Ethan won twice by himself.

The words fell.

Slytherin's expression immediately changed.

fling in teeth.

This is blatant mockery!

Malfoy's story ended before it even began; he was beyond help and suffered a crushing defeat.

And you actually told us it was "pleasurable"—well, from the other person's perspective, it certainly was quite pleasant.

Sigh, Malfoy really is something else.

To attack rashly without understanding the strength of one's opponent.

They really don't have the demeanor of a "platinum aristocrat (self-proclaimed)" at all.

They were made a laughingstock along with them.

then.

The snakes' gazes toward Malfoy turned displeased and filled with coldness.

in fact.

Malfoy was also very aggrieved.

He only knew that he was dueling with Ethan, but he didn't know that Ethan wanted to have a "samurai duel" with him!

Who can defend against that?!

Pansy lay on top of Malfoy, who was groaning in pain.

It seemed he was going to use his own weight to deliver the final blow to Malfoy.

She was extremely anxious, but she didn't know any healing spells.

She couldn't drag Malfoy to the infirmary by herself.

Seeing the cold looks in the eyes of the others, she felt anxious and angry, and blamed all her anger on Ethan.

"You...you think this is all?!" Pansy roared at Ethan like a madwoman. "I'm telling you, you're finished!"

"The Malfoy family will never let you get away with this! His father is a school board member; with just one word, he can expel you from school and send you back to where you belong! Mudblood!"

"Someone like you who has to work as a house-elves to earn money doesn't deserve to go to school with us!"

"What did you say?!"

Ron jumped up as if his sore spot had been hit, his eyes blazing with anger.

They were itching for a real fight, seemingly ready to emulate Ethan.

However, Ethan stopped him.

Ethan raised a hand and easily blocked Ron, who was about to rush out.

Ethan looked at Pansy calmly, his cobalt blue eyes showing no threat whatsoever.

As always, it was peaceful.

However, being stared at like that, Pansy inexplicably shivered.

A hint of fear crept into his anger.

"First of all, I'm not called 'Mudblood,' I'm called Ethan Vincent."

Ethan spoke.

Although the sound was not loud, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Secondly, I don't think 'house-elves' is a derogatory term. It's precisely their overly meticulous care that has turned some wizards into lazy, overgrown children."

Pansy was taken aback.

Realizing that Ethan was subtly mocking them, they were instantly enraged.

He was about to shout when Ethan suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him:

"Think about it!"

Ethan suddenly raised his arm, his black hair flying, looking radiant, as if he were standing on a podium.

A ripple stirred in his usually calm cobalt blue eyes.

Like a calm sea, it finally reveals its turbulent interior.

A surge of exhilaration filled Ethan's chest.

it's time!

It's time to awaken these budding seedlings of the new generation!

Ethan, acting on instinct, shouted to the crowd in a passionate tone:

"Labor should be the most glorious thing!"

"In ancient times, if the four great masters had only spoken eloquently without taking any action, Hogwarts would not exist. Let alone you and me standing here now, divided into four houses!"

"But why is it that some wizards consider it laughable, or even demeaning, to earn money and strive with their own hands?"

As soon as he said this, all eyes turned to Malfoy and Pansy.

Their eyes held scrutiny as they whispered among themselves.

Pansy panicked immediately.

Wait a minute! They picked up the wrong script!

She originally intended to mock Ethan, but how did she end up becoming the center of attention?!

Ethan didn't give Pansy time to react.

The youthful yet cold voice was like a heavy hammer blow:

"The reason is that the wealth they possess was not acquired through labor."

"During the era of the Mysterious Man, we paid too high a price and suffered too much. But look at the current situation of those who truly deserved punishment!"

It happened in a flash.

The crowd's gazes sharpened.

Several Slytherins turned pale.

Many others, sensing the danger, quietly slipped away.

Gore and Crabbe didn't understand what had happened.

But instinctively sensing something was wrong, the tall figure huddled together, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

Pansy roared like a lioness, "Shut up! Who told him to shut up?!"

"Yes."

Ethan immediately responded.

"We have no way of knowing the truth because everyone who wanted to speak out was silenced!"

"Let me be blunt! Their wealth was all plundered from us!"

"Who among us isn't working our butts off to make a living? And who can say that their family's predicament is due to their own laziness?!"

Among the crowd, Ron couldn't help but nod vigorously.

He stared intently at Ethan, feeling his blood boil at the sound of his words.

Yes.

Why should those traitors who turned against the mysterious man be able to turn around and despise them?

Not only Ron, but everyone else thought the same way.

Especially the Gryffindors, every pair of eyes was burning with desire as they stared at the Slytherins.

This group of people acted like cowards during the most difficult times, and even became accomplices to evil.

Now, they turn around and despise and look down on these families who have always upheld justice!

Is this reasonable? !

The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder, ready to explode at any moment.

It seemed as if they would pounce on Ethan at the slightest command.

Let them truly experience the power of the working people!