Aside from Professor Flitwick,
everyone else looked at Ethan, who stood amidst the scorched earth, with indescribable expressions.
It was like seeing a devil standing in the fiery depths of hell.
And now, they were about to personally release this devil.
For a moment,
no one knew who the real Dark Wizard was anymore.
Just then,
a greasy voice broke the eerie silence:
"In my opinion, the esteemed Mr. Vincent should take his great artistic endeavors to Azkaban. I'm sure many people there would understand him."
Professor Snape curled his lips in a sneer, his gloomy gaze sliding between Ethan and Harry.
His words brought Professor McGonagall back to her senses.
Azkaban?
How could he say such a thing!
Ethan must have his reasons for doing this!
Didn't Harry look unharmed—wait, why was Harry here?
Huh? Hold on.
Professor McGonagall frowned.
Was that… half of the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's hand?
Why did he have half of the Philosopher's Stone? Where did the other half go?
Professor McGonagall's thoughts became jumbled again,
feeling lost and looking around, unaware that she was already caught in a vast, intricately woven web.
And the master of this web was joyfully looking down on them from above, watching them struggle and move towards the predetermined direction.
It sent shivers down her spine.
But no matter what,
Professor McGonagall instinctively retorted:
"Professor Snape, I must remind you that Azkaban is no place for jokes!"
Ethan nodded in agreement, "Exactly. That's a plan for later."
Professor McGonagall: "…"
Just shut up.
"By the way," Ethan looked up, smiling at Snape, "how did you know I got most of the Philosopher's Stone?"
Professor McGonagall: ?!
Snape: "…"
No one in the world dislikes the Philosopher's Stone.
Especially since it's an extremely precious and unique Potion ingredient.
Snape was deeply jealous!
He wished he could splash a Potion on Ethan's boastful face!
Damn it! This evil, yet exceptionally talented brat!
However, just then,
Snape suddenly remembered the painting with the damned anti-addiction magic—it had now been framed and secretly stored in a locked drawer in his office.
Immediately, his cheek twitched reflexively.
"—Hmph!"
Snape let out a heavy breath through his nose, dramatically flicked his sleeve, and walked away without looking back.
However, thinking of Ethan's feat against Quirrell, Snape couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.
"…Ravenclaw, twenty points."
Though, Ravenclaw was already far ahead now.
On the other side,
Ron watched the scene, dumbfounded: "Bloody hell… I've never seen anyone make Snape walk away!"
"And Ethan only said one sentence!"
Hermione's eyes sparkled: "Ethan is omnipotent!"
Ron was about to roll his eyes at Hermione's blind adoration when he heard Headmaster Dumbledore laugh:
"Indeed. Even I cannot predict what Ethan will do next."
"Hiss—!"
Ron gasped, looking shocked as their greatest Wizard of the century gave Ethan such high praise.
Merlin's leopard-print underwear! Was Ethan really going to replace Harry Potter and become the new Savior?!
And Hermione had a smug "I told you so" expression. Dumbledore chuckled as he withdrew his gaze.
Looking at the surging magic around Ethan, and feeling the unusual heat in the air that ordinary flames couldn't achieve, he couldn't help but sigh:
What terrifying growth speed…
Even I, back in the day, or Grindelwald, would probably feel inferior.
Besides spells and models, a large part of a Wizard's power comes from emotions.
Intense emotions can create miracles.
For example, the "love" that shielded Harry from the Killing Curse and protected his growth.
Twisted malice can also give birth to powerful magic, like Lord Voldemort.
And Ethan's love for art, his pursuit of goals, surged like a mighty flood.
Unparalleled talent, combined with an unassailable strength of mind.
Perhaps Hogwarts really should initiate some "Special Talent Cultivation Program."
—…Surely, a third Dark Lord won't emerge, right?
Dumbledore felt that if his entire life was entangled with three Dark Lords, he would truly need to seek out an expert for an exorcism.
[Your artwork has left a deep impression on everyone!]
[Soul Fusion increased by 3%!]
[45% → 48%]
A power like spring rain poured into his body, calming the restless and violent emotions caused by using Dragon Flame.
"Phew…"
Ethan slowly exhaled.
This 3% leap, however, consumed more magic than he had released previously.
Now, Ethan could use high-consumption magic like Hellhound and Junyan for longer periods.
[Soul Fusion is approaching a bottleneck! Please raise your Painting skill level first!]
[Painting Level 3 Unlock Condition: Hold a grand performance for a being that does not exist in this world!]
Soul Fusion was about to reach 50%, but before that, he had to improve his Painting skill.
Does not exist in this world…
Ethan pondered.
After burning away evil with righteous flames,
Ethan's life returned to peace.
Or, what he perceived as peace.
The explosive force that night even subtly shook Hogwarts' foundations, making all the young Wizards feel a tremor like an enraged dragon!
It rumbled dully from beneath their feet, like an earthquake.
They soon knew what had happened.
Ron and Harry were both huge gossips.
Ethan Vincent, a first-year Ravenclaw Wizard, bravely confronted Quirrell, who was bewitched by You-Know-Who, and protected the precious Philosopher's Stone!
At the End-of-Year Feast,
Michael sighed for the hundredth time:
"Maybe I've been wrong for twelve years, Ethan. You're actually the Boy Who Lived, the Savior of the Wizarding World, right?"
Not just him, all the students in the school were discussing it!
Rarely are true stories more bizarre and thrilling than rumors.
Students listened to Harry and Ron recount that thrilling night over and over again, tirelessly.
Each time they heard about Lord Voldemort under Quirrell's turban, they would gasp in surprise (the Weasley Twins were both proud and nervous about having once hit Lord Voldemort with a snowball).
Each time they heard how Ethan punished the evil Quirrell, and how he unleashed furious and fiery Dragon magic, they would gasp in awe, revealing expressions of longing and reverence.
According to reliable sources, Ethan's secret fan club at Hogwarts further expanded.
They even started exchanging photos, taken from who-knows-where.
For this, the Weasley Twins once again seized a business opportunity, using the money they earned from the previous challenge to take ten photos of Ethan in different poses, priced at 3 Galleons per photo.
They sold out quickly, demand far exceeding supply.
They even boasted that they could get their little Ronnie a new pet during the summer holiday.
Hagrid also heard about his mistake and cried like a baby.
However, after he brought Ethan a handful of Unicorn tail hair and promised to take Ethan on an adventure in the Forbidden Forest, Ethan immediately "forgave" him.
Who could blame a half-Giant who was a bit simple-minded but loyal nonetheless?
Hogwarts exams were not canceled or even postponed due to the thrilling adventure.
But for Ethan, these were all a piece of cake.
In Charms Class practicals, Ethan not only made the pineapple perform a perfect tap dance, but also elegantly bowed to Professor Flitwick at the end, earning him an immediate "O (Outstanding)."
Even during the Potion Class exam, with Snape's eyes practically in his cauldron, Ethan calmly brewed an impeccable Forgetfulness Potion.
Although in the end, Miss Hermione Granger took first place in overall scores.
Ethan's practical scores, however, achieved the highest mark in years.
By the way, with Harry on the team, the Gryffindor Quidditch team successfully defeated Slytherin and won the Quidditch Golden Cup!
Captain Oliver Wood was so excited he cried.
Ravenclaw?
The Ravenclaw students nonchalantly stated that their big moment was yet to come.
"Another term has passed!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically from behind the owl podium, "What a wonderful year! Every day was filled with—laughter and joy."
Ron turned his head, speechless: "Really? Does he dare say that while looking directly at an empty teacher's seat?"
Dumbledore was clearly unaffected by the murmuring whispers below the stage.
He added many points to Gryffindor in one go, making Harry, Ron, and Hermione blush.
However—
"Of course, we cannot forget the true participants, the little heroes who confronted evil head-on with their talent and wisdom."
Dumbledore looked towards the Ravenclaw table and, in a moment of eager anticipation and silence, said:
"For Ethan Vincent's heroic deed, Ravenclaw, one hundred points!"
"Yay—!"
"Long live Ethan Vincent!"
"The new Savior! Oh yeah!!"
Except for Slytherin, the applause from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was very enthusiastic.
However, there was no "frenzy" of a desperate comeback.
Because even before Headmaster Dumbledore added the points, the entire Great Hall was already decorated in blue.
Ravenclaw was undeniably first.
For the first time in decades, they won the House Cup.
Ethan Vincent, this first-year Wizard who had just enrolled, had done it.
He had said he would lead Ravenclaw to glory.
Ethan slowly stood up.
The applause gradually died down with his movement.
Ethan looked around; even though he wasn't standing on the podium, everyone's eyes were focused on him, holding their breath.
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, smiling, and yielded the stage to Ethan.
"—After that night, I thought a lot." Ethan slowly began, "My strength alone is ultimately meager. I believe that
we should gather like-minded companions to fight against evil together!"
As Ethan spoke, two flames erupted in his eyes.
With his words, everyone's breathing quickened.
"It's the Talent Cultivation Program!"
Hermione excitedly whispered.
Her eyes were red with fanaticism, as if she wished she could immediately raise her hand straight up, just like in class.
Once the atmosphere settled, Ethan spoke again:
"Therefore, next term I plan to establish a club, a club that can gather our strength!"
"Alright!"
Someone shouted loudly, their voice echoing in the empty Great Hall.
Ethan slightly curved his lips, raised a hand and pressed it down, and facing pairs of excited eyes, said:
"After discussions with the Professors, based on my actual mentoring ability, the plan is to initially select a small number of students to join the club. Once these students mature, we will recruit more members."
"And the assessment standard is—"
Ethan suddenly smiled brightly, revealing a pure smile.
"It's the students who can successfully pass my Sain Ancient City!"
"…"
Suddenly, the Great Hall became completely silent.
All those excited eyes froze.
"Sain Ancient City? The one with the sidewinder and dragon murals??"
Ron said in shock, completely stunned.
"Is Ethan going to use selecting club members as an excuse to conduct a pure purification at Hogwarts?!"
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