chsdbacks Chapter 19 Brother, you're going a bit too far.
Chapter 19 Brother, you're going a bit too far.
After the spell class, it was lunchtime.
The red and blue oceans flowed majestically down the stairs, occasionally letting out gasps of surprise at the sudden change in direction of the staircase.
"I think there must be some kind of pattern to the changes in these staircases."
Ethan's other roommate, Mandy Brohe, pushed up her glasses and said seriously.
He was a thin, small boy with glasses that looked like beer bottle caps on his face; he was a half-blood wizard.
"Maybe."
Michael gave a perfunctory reply and smiled at every girl who passed by him.
Do you know Cho Chang from the second grade?
Michael said with great interest, a dreamy expression on his face.
"She's such a beautiful girl! I heard she's particularly interested in Quidditch, that's rare!"
Mandy rolled her eyes, while Ethan gave a snort from his nose in response.
The path to the auditorium was very crowded.
Not only because it was time for get out of class to end, but also because the famous Harry Potter was nearby.
Everyone who passed by turned to look at him, and some even stopped and stared wide-eyed at his forehead.
Michael said enviously, "I really wish I had Harry Potter's fame. Look, all the girls are watching him."
"If you look closely, you'll see that all the boys are staring at him too," Ethan pointed out the fallacy in Michael's statement.
Michael: "...Let's just wander around."
He had given up hope of being able to have a normal conversation with Ethan.
Soon, the group had to stop because the road ahead was completely blocked.
It seemed that a group of people were determined to talk to Harry, regardless of the lives of others.
Ethan looked down, gazing at the deep space below the stairs, and murmured:
"I'm curious to know what would happen if someone fell down the stairs."
Michael shivered.
To prevent his companion from becoming a stairwell killer because he missed lunch.
Michael raised his wand, making two loud bangs, and shouted, "Please move! Move!"
However, little effect has been achieved.
His shouts were quickly drowned out by the noise.
"We'll just have to wait." Mandy pushed up her glasses, a hint of impatience in her eyes. "I wanted to finish my meal and go to the library to do my homework."
Ethan blinked, also wanting to get through this section of road quickly.
It wasn't just because it was lunchtime; he was genuinely a little hungry.
More importantly, he wanted to get to the auditorium quickly to see the newly posted professor appointments.
If you arrive too late, all the good commissions will have already been taken.
How can we get them to make way...?
At that moment, a brilliant idea flashed in Ethan's mind.
"I have a good idea."
As he spoke, Ethan lowered his voice.
Seeing Ethan's confident demeanor, Michael suddenly had a bad feeling.
"wait--"
"I have broom rash."
Ethan's devilish murmur spread like ripples on a lake.
The noise disappeared.
Everyone turned around and stared at Ethan and his companions in horror.
That picture that everyone has seen before resurfaced in my mind once again.
A bloody smell seemed to silently permeate the air.
then--
The crowd scattered and fled!
"Ahhh, don't come any closer!"
"Let me through! Don't block my way!"
"Holy crap! Who the hell groped my butt in the chaos?!"
In just a few breaths, the path ahead was clear.
No one dared to block the way anymore.
Only Harry and his friends, who had barely managed to escape the predicament, remained, disheveled and bewildered, gazing up at Ethan standing on the stairs.
Ethan looked at them with a gentle and friendly smile.
His cobalt blue eyes were like starlight, dazzling and deep.
Sunlight streamed in from the window behind him, shining on Ethan as if gilding him with a golden glow.
At this moment, Ethan was like an angel saving others from dire straits, his whole being exuding an aura of holiness.
Amidst several gazes, Ethan slowly spoke:
"You're welcome."
Harry: "..."
Aren't you being a bit too extreme?
Michael slowly raised his hand, covered his face, and groaned inwardly in despair:
He definitely wants it approved quickly.
But we don't want people to avoid them like the plague!
Merlin, my lifelong reputation, my right to choose a spouse within the school...
Ethan was completely unaware of his companion's inner thoughts.
At that moment, he thought contentedly:
I did another good deed today.
It helped the weak, pitiful, and helpless savior out of the predicament and prevented falls or stampedes caused by overcrowding.
Oh dear, I'm such a kind and helpful wizard.
Ethan nodded in agreement, took a step, and descended the empty staircase amidst the unspoken gazes of the others.
We arrived at the restaurant without any problems.
......
The Great Hall.
The crowd was full of people.
The food smelled so delicious that it made your mouth water just by smelling it.
The professors sat above, serving a suppressive purpose.
Otherwise, these mischievous students might blow the roof off.
Ethan saw the conspicuous Weasley twins secretly stuffing fart cushions into their seats.
With a loud explosion, a wisp of black smoke rose from the Gryffindor table.
Several little boys had their faces charred black from the explosion.
They looked at each other and then chuckled.
Ah, youth...
Ethan was filled with emotion.
He looked around and, sure enough, saw a newly set-up bulletin board on the wall, with a group of students gathered around it.
That must be what Professor Flitwick meant by "work-study".
Ethan's eyes lit up.
He swallowed hard, walked with difficulty across the long table laden with a sumptuous lunch, and stood outside the crowd at the bulletin board.
People from various colleges and grades gathered here.
However, most of the younger students just watch for fun, while only the older students seriously consider which requests to make.
After all, this is considered campus internship, and they need to consider their future plans after graduation.
The students crowded around him, with the taller students completely blocking Ethan's view.
Ethan politely said, "Excuse me, could you please move aside?"
The student in front turned around impatiently: "Wait, what's the rush—huh?! Ethan?!"
The student's expression froze the moment he saw Ethan.
As soon as the name "Ethan" was called out, the students who had been gathered in front of the bulletin board scattered in a flash.
It became Ethan's personal enjoyment.
Professor McGonagall, sitting in the faculty section, raised an eyebrow at the sight.
I always feel like Ethan is bullying others...
But she had no evidence.
After all, it was the other students who voluntarily made way for Ethan, wasn't it?
"...Professor Snape."
Professor McGonagall spoke, her sharp gaze sweeping over the hook-nosed man beside her.
"I remember when you came back from Spider's End Alley, you reported that Ethan's personality was fine, no different from anyone else's."
He was assigned to Azkaban during the orientation ceremony and was suspected of secretly intimidating his classmates.
This is what you call no problem?
This is a huge problem!!
"..."
Snape remained silent.
She looked away and took a sip of water, pretending not to have heard.
He ground his teeth hard inside his mouth.
Because of Ethan, Headmaster Dumbledore has already spoken to him several times.
Now, Malfoy is also involved.
But this kid also knew his deepest secret and painted him a portrait that was unique in the world.
How can we punish someone in a fair and reasonable way...?
Snape stared at Ethan with a somber expression.
Suddenly, an idea came to him.
A wicked smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he stood up and walked towards Ethan.