"Thank you, Professor Quirrell…."
"Thank you…."
"Thank you."
Ethan's words echoed through the empty room.
The lingering sound resonated, repeating over and over in Quirrell's ears.
Quirrell stared blankly at Ethan, as if he suddenly couldn't understand English anymore.
The Mirror of Erised reflected his current appearance, his nose looking red and round.
'He's killing him with words,' Harry thought, looking at Ethan with admiration.
'As expected of Ethan.'
'Ron was right—there's no need to worry about Ethan's safety.'
'The only ones who need to worry are Ethan's enemies.'
'They'll suffer double the torment, both physical and mental.'
Suddenly.
Harry hissed, pressing his forehead.
The scar, which had been calmed by magic, suddenly throbbed violently again!
"Kill them—kill those two ignorant brats—!!"
Lord Voldemort's hoarse roar echoed from behind Quirrell's head.
A twisted power surged from Quirrell's body, and like someone injected with a stimulant, Quirrell's figure suddenly swelled.
He flew up abruptly!
His tattered robes fluttered, like a terrifying Dementor, as he raised his twig-like hands, grabbing at Ethan with immense rage and hatred!
"I'll kill you—!!!"
"Uh, Ethan!"
Harry cried out, trying to raise his wand, but the intense pain in his forehead blurred his vision.
At that moment.
A strong and steady hand gripped Harry's shoulder.
"Well, well, it seems old Dumbledore is leaving everything for me to handle."
"How cunning."
Ethan's expression remained unchanged.
He calmly watched Quirrell, who was rapidly enlarging before his eyes like a vengeful spirit.
He raised his wand.
A long string of incantations spilled from Ethan's mouth.
With the help of his Level 2 Knowledge, this was instantaneous.
Finally, it formed a single character: [Break]
In an instant.
"Boom—!!!"
Crimson flames erupted outward from Ethan in a flash!
They instantly engulfed the charging Quirrell!
A huge explosion, accompanied by a tidal wave of flames, swept in all directions!
Harry stared blankly at the scene before him.
The flames, like golden-red silk, danced and spun around.
They were incredibly beautiful; just watching them made one feel a surging vitality!
However, they were also deadly.
The surrounding temperature instantly soared to over a thousand degrees Celsius, the extreme heat making Harry sweat profusely, only for it to evaporate in the next moment.
His lips cracked, his mouth dry.
Harry swallowed desperately, feeling his throat rubbing together like sandpaper.
Like an ocean driven by a storm, it carried immense power, overturning everything it touched!
Quirrell had already turned to ash.
Only a wisp of Lord Voldemort's remnant soul wailed incessantly in the fiery torment, roaring with hatred:
"I won't let you off—do you think you alone can contend with me, contend with my Death Eater army?!"
"The day I revive will be the day of your death—!"
"Noisy."
Ethan said calmly.
In the center of the fiery vortex, his black hair gently swayed, as if he were a monarch holding sway over life and death.
Ethan raised his hand and pointed gently.
The skeleton-like remnant was instantly swallowed by the flames, screaming until it fell silent.
Specks of black ash-like substance floated into Ethan's body.
The flames gradually receded.
When the surrounding scene reappeared, Harry was stunned to see that everything around them had been scorched black.
The wall plaster had peeled off, completely unrecognizable from its original appearance.
Even the precious Mirror of Erised had melted into a puddle, sticking to the ground like solidified oil.
'So powerful, so strong!'
'What terrifying destructive power!'
Harry was shocked, his hand unconsciously clutching Ethan's robe tightly.
He was afraid that the other party might accidentally incinerate him.
'Perhaps you should take on the title of Savior?'
"Phew," Ethan exhaled, murmuring, "The consumption is still a bit high."
In just half a minute, he had used up most of his magic power.
But the power was also quite considerable.
Even Lord Voldemort could be burned to ashes.
It was more powerful than any spell he knew!
Burning everything, engulfing everything.
'Is this the power of a dragon?'
[You have lit the Lamp in the Skull, illuminating more hidden places!]
[You have received a reward: Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets Key]
What appeared in Ethan's hand was an object shaped like a flute.
[Serpent Flute: Made from the spine of a snake, an artifact of Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Speaking into it while holding it in your mouth allows you to blow out the language of snakes, giving you command over all snake species.]
[It doesn't matter if the employees understand; as long as they understand the boss's orders, it's fine.]
'Huh, this description is as cheeky as ever.'
[At the same time, this item is also the key to Salazar Slytherin's true Chamber of Secrets.]
[If one of the four founders knew that he was thought by later generations to have left Hogwarts only with a snake and an underground pipe beneath a girls' lavatory, he would probably be so angry he'd jump out of his coffin.]
'The key to Salazar Slytherin's true Chamber of Secrets?'
'Could there be another Chamber of Secrets besides that dirty snake nest?'
'That's right.'
'If it were just raising a snake, it couldn't truly be called a "Chamber of Secrets."'
'There must be something more precious left behind!'
Ethan's curiosity was piqued.
He examined the finger-sized, bone-white, and cold-looking Serpent Flute.
He raised his hand and put one end into his mouth.
Turning his head, he said to Harry:
"Hiss hiss hiss~"
Harry was startled, then showed a look of horror.
Ethan smiled.
'Hmm, it worked.'
It could convert human speech into Parseltongue.
Immediately after.
Ethan thought of the giant Basilisk beneath Hogwarts, picked up the Serpent Flute, and tentatively called out twice.
[The Basilisk is currently hibernating. Please come back in spring.]
Ethan: "…"
'"The area ahead will be explored later," huh?'
However, this also confirmed that the Serpent Flute could indeed control the Basilisk.
Since that was the case—
Ethan fell into thought, a strange dark glint flickering in his eyes.
Beside him, Harry suddenly shivered.
Rubbing his arms, he muttered to himself:
'Hiss—why do I suddenly have a bad feeling—'
'However, since Lord Voldemort, who had infiltrated the school, was easily eliminated by Ethan, nothing else should happen, right?'
Even the scar, which had been throbbing like a knife earlier, no longer hurt.
At this point, Harry finally sighed with emotion, realizing that Quirrell, who had seemed like a background character throughout, was actually an undercover agent controlled by Lord Voldemort—
Hogwarts truly was the "safest" place in all of Britain.
Just then.
"Whoosh!"
A ball of black flame suddenly rose from the opposite wall, and several figures emerged from behind it.
"Oh—Merlin! What in the world happened here?!"
Professor McGonagall, following Headmaster Dumbledore, exclaimed in stunned surprise.
She quickly walked over and carefully checked both Harry and Ethan.
Seeing that both were unharmed, she let out a long sigh of relief:
"Thank Merlin, you're both alright—"
Ethan: "Not alright. Professor Quirrell is dead."
Professor McGonagall: "...What?!"
Her eyes widened as if someone had suddenly told her that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next semester would be taught by a Troll.
So, Ethan systematically explained the entire incident from beginning to end.
He emphasized how excellent his mural was, and briefly mentioned the reason for Quirrell's death: Ethan: "Lord Voldemort was on the back of his head, so I burned them both to death."
Upon hearing this.
Everyone sharply flinched, their bodies involuntarily stiffening.
Lord Voldemort?!
What, what in the world happened?!
What did you speedrun through in one night?!!!
Ethan thought for a moment, then pointed to the ashes on the ground, thoughtfully saying:
"If you want to perform an autopsy, well, it's right there. You can sweep it together into a pile."
Professor McGonagall almost fainted.
She had a lot to say, but didn't know where to begin.
Also, when did Ethan add a new mural challenge?
'Don't let everything you do become a wild history passed down through Hogwarts!!!'
'Suspected unerasable wild history of Hogwarts.jpg'
Following Dumbledore were Hermione, Ron, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Snape.
Professor Flitwick looked like he was about to jump up, excitedly saying, "Was that explosion just now caused by you, Ethan?"
"My goodness! Look at the power of that spell—it's probably even more powerful than the Fiendfyre Curse! The former is also difficult to control Dark Arts!"
"Ravenclaw gains—cough."
Professor Flitwick's excited words were swallowed back by Professor Snape's gloomy gaze.
Cough, cough, alright, now is indeed not the time for awarding points.
In any case, Ethan had made such a great contribution to protecting the Philosopher's Stone and saving the Savior Harry Potter, so Headmaster Dumbledore would surely commend him.
'What? You say Ethan was a bit too extreme?'
'Please, where was he extreme? He's always been like this, alright!'
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