[Name: The durasol of Nothingness]
[Type: Living Painting] [Rank: Second Tier · golden legend]
[Description: "Yo yo deer cries, eating wild apples"—is there something wrong with this deer?]
[Effect: The stag's greed will force it to continuously devour all things, leaving barren land in its wake.]
[Flesh and blood are naturally a feast.] [But the desires hidden within living beings are an even greater banquet.]
[Devoured life will transform into rolling brass tears, becoming mimetic creatures.]
[Evaluation: A terrifying monster that has crawled out of the gates of hell, using the spirit of the Sacred Gatekeeper as material. It constantly devours with an endless greed for life, yet is never satisfied, and thus wails incessantly.]
[On that day, humanity recalled the terror of being dominated by the giant deer...]
Ethan curled his lips.
Inspired by the severed head.
Presumably, that Gatekeeper, unable to leave its original spot, called "Gri-something-something,"
must really wish to appear in the mortal realm in such a unique way.
Just then.
The ethereal blue subtitles continued to appear:
[Congratulations! You have collected four of the Seven Deadly Sins!]
[Gluttony: The durasol of Nothingness, Wrath: The Corrupted Hellhound · Cerberus, Sloth: The Land of Eternal Sleep · Jörmungandr, Envy: The Wolf of Division!]
[You have received a Medium Gift Pack × 1!]
[When the Living Painting series collects all Seven Deadly Sins, an unparalleled High-Tier Creation will be summoned.]
[You may enter the gallery to view the completed series of paintings.]
Medium Gift Pack?
Ethan raised an eyebrow slightly.
He hadn't expected that the Living Paintings created from his inner inspiration could actually form a series.
"Indeed, my artistic talent is unmatched."
Ethan's eyes sparkled.
He wondered what kind of marvelous creation would appear when he completed this "Seven Deadly Sins" series.
"Hmph, I really look forward to it."
Medium Gift Pack, gallery tour.
He'd properly research them after this incident was over!
Ethan turned his head, looking at the bewildered students.
He smiled faintly.
Raising his hand, he shouted:
"On your marks—
"Get set—go!!!"
In an instant.
The Stag's Head let out a clear and high-pitched cry!
It opened its gaping maw and frantically lunged to devour them!
"—Ahhhhhh!!!"
"Ethan, no!!!"
"Is this also part of the Hogwarts talent development program?!"
Like plowing the ground.
The earth itself trembled continuously under the constant writhing of the deer head!
Wherever it passed, there was a deep gully!
Ron ran with tears streaming down his face, screaming:
"This Care of Magical Creatures class is too protective, isn't it?! Are they going to feed people to animals?!!"
"And, Ethan really is Sirius's accomplice!!"
He was directly trying to destroy the school, not even pretending anymore!
Hermione shook her head, panting as she shouted:
"But Ethan directly took down You-Know-Who in his first year!"
"How could he possibly side with evil!"
Ron rolled his eyes: "Yeah, so he could become the only Dark Lord in the world."
Ethan didn't need to side with evil.
He was evil itself!!
"Nonsense!"
Hermione glared fiercely:
"Ethan just loves art, he doesn't want to become the new Dark Lord!"
However.
The other students' faces were filled with utter shock and fear.
Clearly, they shared Ron's thoughts.
After all, the evidence was conclusive.
Hermione turned her head.
She looked at the black-haired youth standing on the frozen ground.
She felt his figure was so mysterious and unfathomable, making her unable to comprehend him.
He was even more charming.
Hermione's cheeks flushed.
The next second.
A giant, slobbering deer mouth appeared in her vision.
Stag King: Hello.
Hermione:
Actually, she wasn't entirely incapable of defecting.
Ethan, at least give her a chance!
On the other side.
Hagrid stared dumbfounded at the stag's head, which churned the frozen ground like waves.
A glimmer of longing rose in his eyes:
"Such a cute little deer."
Sirius:
Old friend, it's been years, why have you developed so abnormally?
Ethan: "Hagrid, stop hitting him. I thought you really liked Sirius. Don't you remember that loyal and smart 'spotty dog'?"
Hagrid: !!!
Hagrid's pupils dilated: "That was Sirius?! I even slept with him in my arms!"
Sirius:
...Ethan raised an eyebrow: "Whoa~"
Sirius deeply covered his face.
It was more painful than Hagrid's punch.
Just then.
Ethan's spiritual sense trembled.
He tilted his head, looking at the wand pointing directly at him from the rolling dust.
It was Harry Potter.
The young Savior stared fixedly at Ethan.
His face was filled with the grief of betrayal and disbelief.
Harry: "I didn't expect you to really be Sirius's master... Ethan."
A vein throbbed on his temple, as if he was experiencing unbearable pain.
"Why would you do this...? Sirius killed my parents!!"
His shouts echoed.
Sirius's heart was about to break.
Yet he also felt that Harry was truly James's son.
To dare challenge an evil spirit alone, he had guts!
Sirius: "Harry, let me explain—"
Ethan: "Oh, you weak and insignificant human, do you think with your current strength you can contend with me?"
Sirius: ??
What was with this villain BOSS tone?!!
In a frozen atmosphere.
Even with a wand pointed at him, Ethan's expression remained unchanged.
He walked calmly, slowly saying:
"Harry, Harry, do you remember the prophecy Professor Trelawney made at the start of the school year?"
Harry was stunned.
Ethan: "I opened the House of Black's mansion and obtained the Ancient Magic behind the Living Painting."
"This is the first one—'Opening the dust-sealed mansion'."
"We won the Goblin Rebellion of 1612—this is the second one, 'A war that should not exist'."
"And to 'hunt down Sirius', we went to the Shrieking Shack together.
"There, I obtained a tool to enhance my painting skills."
"'The branch brought by the bird'."
Ethan stopped walking.
He turned, looking at the stunned Harry.
He curled his lips, and his cobalt blue eyes reflected a metallic, inorganic light.
"So Harry, do you remember what the rest of the prophecy was?"
Silence for several seconds.
Harry's dry voice rang out:
"The trial will begin... The evil soul will kill the hero in the eyes of the world..."
It turned out they had always been led by Ethan.
They were clearly trying to change the prophecy.
Yet they personally pushed for the fulfillment of the final prophecy!
Ethan... who exactly are you?!!
At this moment.
In Harry's eyes.
Ethan's features twisted into a demon's smiling face.
Sirius, who witnessed the entire process:
Wait, am I really on the side of justice?
Sirius belatedly realized this serious problem.
Harry: "You, what exactly are you doing?!"
He held his wand, but no spell had been cast.
Inside, a voice kept telling him:
Wait.
Trust your instincts.
After all...
If Ethan wanted to, he could have just ridden Sirius to school.
There was no need for such a roundabout approach.
"Harry, didn't the prophecy already tell you what I'm going to do?" Ethan's eyes were filled with Ravenclaw pity.
As if looking at a baby Troll.
Just then.
A shadow loomed.
In the sky, hundreds of Dementors flew in, a dark mass.
Aurors ran frantically, firing spell after spell.
The audience had arrived.
Ethan's lips curled.
He smoothly opened a wardrobe, grabbing the limp rat Scabbers—Peter Pettigrew!
Under Sirius's suddenly constricted gaze.
Ethan spread his arms, speaking with delight:
"The trial of the hero—begins now!"
As his voice fell.
"Boom!!!"
A colossal maw, nearly tearing open to one hundred eighty degrees, burst forth from the ground with a roar!
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