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

Chapter 21 He has a pair of Lily's green eyes

A genuine light shone in Ethan's eyes.

Snape: "..."

Like punching cotton, Snape opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Is this a question of immersion or not?

Moreover, if we continue to indulge in this, what will become of us?!

"...It seems that Mr. Vincent's attitude towards black magic is more open than that of the general public."

Snape said sarcastically, and then put away the sketch.

With a wave of the wand, flames suddenly burst forth in the fireplace.

A gentle warmth finally filled the room again.

"Don't waste time, get started on your task tonight."

Snape pointed to the two large buckets of red and green slime on the floor, a malicious yet expectant smile playing on his lips.

The last student who was punished like this by him ended up crying and vomiting.

So what will happen to Ethan?

Let him see what this arrogant brat looks like when he's been tortured to the point of collapse.

--However.

soon.

Snape soon realized he had been too optimistic.

Ethan didn't feel disgusted at all; in fact, he showed a pleased expression.

While slurping and processing the bloody rat liver, he didn't care at all that the slime got on his body and face.

He smiled, but his eyes gleamed with a strange and insane light, as if a serial killer were dismembering his prey, with an endless stream of amusement.

broken.

This gave the kid some inspiration.

Snape felt a deep chill.

Every minute I spent in the same space as Ethan was torture.

"May I ask what you're thinking right now?" Snape couldn't hold back any longer and interrupted.

Ethan blurted out, "Toad Man."

Snape: ?

Ethan tilted his head back, his face covered in green slime, and grinned at Snape:

"Imagine what a wonderful artistic feast it would be if toads and humans were combined."

"Humans and soft-bodied animals are like an outward manifestation of the weakness in people's hearts, or a return to their original state—"

"That's enough!"

Snape roared and stood up abruptly.

Just hearing Ethan's description gave him goosebumps.

This is bizarre, extremely bizarre!

What traumatic experience has this kid gone through? How can his mind be so dangerous at such a young age?!

Snape conjured the filth away, stared coldly at Ethan, and forced out a voice through clenched teeth:

Do you think you're amazing? You have artistic talent that others don't have, making others feel intimidated by you. Does that make you proud?

Ethan blinked: "I didn't—"

"Don't interrupt the professor. Ravenclaw, deduct two points."

Snape smirked smugly.

"You caused serious harm to Mr. Malfoy before the start of the school year. I don't know how you did it, but is this how you treat your classmates? Perhaps I should suggest to the principal that your bizarre and disgusting paintings be confiscated."

"..."

Ethan paused, then lowered his head.

Seeing this, Snapton breathed a sigh of relief.

Since he began teaching, no student has dared to defy him.

After a few seconds of silence.

Suddenly, a sigh-like voice rang out:

"He has green eyes, Professor Snape."

"What?"

Snape was stunned and didn't react.

“I said,” Ethan looked up and stared directly at Snape, “Harry Potter has beautiful green eyes like Miss Lily’s, you may have noticed.”

Snape's smile froze.

Then, his cheeks flushed red with anger.

"If you want to keep provoking me—"

"Malfoy said," Ethan interrupted Snape again, "that if Harry Potter isn't careful, he'll end up like his mother, dying a horrible death."

Although Malfoy's original words were "Harry's parents".

But Ethan felt that removing "father" temporarily would have a better effect.

as predicted.

As if a pause button had been pressed, Snape froze completely, his eyes wide with disbelief.

His mouth was open, but no sound came out.

"so......"

Ethan delivered the final blow in a gentle voice:

"When I saw a child with those eyes being insulted like that, I couldn't help but teach Malfoy a little lesson."

"Professor Snape, did I do something wrong?"

Dead silence.

Utter silence!

Snape seemed stunned, frozen in place.

The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fireplace.

If Ethan had a paintbrush at that moment and could have drawn Snape a pair of green eyes on the spot, the effect would definitely be even better.

Unfortunately, he hadn't yet learned how to turn his wand into a paintbrush.

Nevertheless, the buff has already been fully stacked.

A few seconds later.

Snape's anger returned to his face.

This time, it was clearly not aimed at him.

"Go, go and fetch Malfoy for me..."

Professor Snape was so angry that his voice was trembling.

Ethan: "Professor, the points I lost—"

Snape: "...For your courage towards your companions, Ravenclaw gets ten points."

Ethan: "Professor, my request—"

Snape: "..."

He irritably pulled a handful of coins from his pocket, and without even looking at them, stuffed them directly into Ethan's hand.

Ethan didn't waste any time, saying, "I'm going to find Malfoy right now," and then turned and ran.

After running some distance, Ethan looked down, panting, and by the light of the candle, looked at the coins in his hand.

There were five golden Galonnaises, and some silver Sickles and Nat.

It's enough for him to use better materials to repaint a more durable and high-end "open door" design.

They quickly achieved a comfortable standard of living.

"..."

Slowly, slowly.

Ethan's lips curled into a smile.

It was the most genuine smile he had seen since the start of the school year.

Standing in the dark, damp corridor, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, it appeared utterly terrifying.

……

Ethan found Malfoy outside the Slytherin common room.

At that time, he was bragging to his fans.

Upon seeing Ethan, they all wore expressions of nervousness and smugness.

"Professor Snape is looking for you," Ethan said.

"Looking for me?"

Malfoy was a little confused, but after a moment's thought, he understood:

It must be that Professor Snape wanted to punish Ethan in front of him.

He said that since he had suffered so much damage, how could Professor Snape just let Ethan do a job and be done with it?

Malfoy's eyes lit up, and he came up with an even more humiliating method.

He gestured towards his followers and said, "You don't mind if my friends come along, Ethan? Or... are you embarrassed to be overheard by them?"

The fans chuckled.

Ethan blinked and kindly advised, "I think it would be better if you went alone."

After all, hell lies ahead.

However, Malfoy clearly misunderstood.

Seeing Ethan say this, they thought Ethan was scared, and their smugness grew even stronger.

"Stop talking nonsense! Let's go together!"

The Slytherins chuckled maliciously and followed Malfoy.

Ethan shrugged.

He did try to persuade him.

What can he do if the other party won't listen?

Arrive at the potion office.

The door was half open, and they could see Professor Snape's back to them in the dimly lit room.

Malfoy smirked, glanced at the composed Ethan, knocked on the door, and went inside.

"Professor Snape—"

"For insulting your classmate, Slytherin loses ten points, Mr. Malfoy."

Snape slowly turned around, his somber, icy voice slithering through everyone's ears like a snake.