Ethan was momentarily lost in thought.
After a long pause, he suddenly smiled.
"Of course, this is only natural... No one fits the definition of a 'Pure Person' better than Luna.
If the moonpetal flower withered,
Then it would be ungrateful."
Luna gathered enough moonpetal flowers, holding a large bouquet of white blossoms in her arms.
This scene was deeply imprinted in Ethan's mind.
It gave him a bit of inspiration.
[Congratulations!]
[You gained inspiration: Maiden Under the Moon]
[More ethereal than moonlight, purer than moonlight, more devoted than moonlight]
[You obtained a rare material: moonpetal flower]
[A delicate flower that only a Pure Person can touch, blossoming in your hands through a series of miracles]
[Possessing unparalleled power of protection and healing, it is an indispensable ingredient for the Werewolf Potion]
Moonpetal flower, get!
Ethan's heart was filled with joy.
Luna carefully placed the flowers into a box specially designed for preserving rare materials.
She skipped lightly out of the flower field.
A few specks of dirt clung to her feet.
When her shoes got wet, she took them off.
Luna already liked to walk barefoot on the ground, feeling the pulse of the earth with her soles.
Ethan took the wooden box.
The moment his fingers touched it, he immediately felt a surge of powerful magic!
It was like giving a Pepper-Up Potion to a parched person.
They would instantly be fully revived!
Ethan nodded. "No wonder even large monsters like Hippogriffs were attracted. It truly is an extraordinary item."
He looked up, happily gazing at Luna, and said:
"Thank you for coming, Luna."
Luna's lips curved upwards, and she said cheerfully:
"See? Didn't I help? Next time, let's see if you remember to bring me along."
Ethan's eyes darted around. "Next time—gulp!"
He chuckled, but then Luna, without a word, shoved something into his mouth.
He swallowed it instinctively.
Gulp, it went down.
"What did you give me to eat?"
Ethan smacked his lips, tasting a bit of herbal bitterness followed by a sweet aftertaste.
Luna looked at Ethan with a smile.
Her lips moved, forming a few silent words.
Then, to Ethan's surprise, she skipped away.
...It truly is not to be underestimated.
Ethan raised his eyebrows, shaking his head with a wry smile.
It was as if he was realizing for the first time.
He felt that Luna was indeed one of the girls.
And the smartest among them.
"Ahem, children, spare a thought for this old bachelor's feelings."
Sirius interjected, hands in his pockets, in a casual manner.
When his eyes met Ethan's sapphire blue ones,
He stiffened.
He quietly took his hands out of his pockets.
...Indeed, Ethan's "gentleness" isn't given to just anyone.
Master, I'm your pet, Master—!
Just then,
A rapid thud of hooves came from not far away.
Interspersed with crude shouts.
Ethan's gaze shifted. "It's the centaurs."
"They must have been attracted by my rich artistic aura!"
Sirius:
They must have been attracted by the evil aura that suddenly emerged from the Forbidden Forest.
Although Ethan really wanted to discuss great art with these "primitive artists" of the Forbidden Forest,
But thinking of the delicate and fragile moonpetal flower in his arms, he decided against it for now.
Ethan opened the portal.
And kindly conjured a coffin.
He placed the dizzy Neville inside.
Luna even conjured some sharp-toothed carnivorous flowers inside, which were extremely vibrant.
When Sirius saw this scene,
He felt a throbbing headache.
...They truly are a match made in heaven.
She truly is a girl who can get along with Ethan.
"Let's have a good chat next time we meet!"
Ethan waved goodbye reluctantly in the direction of the hoofbeats.
He, Luna, and Sirius, carrying the coffin, stepped into the portal.
No sooner had they left,
A group of centaurs rushed out of the deep woods.
"Who's there?!"
Bane shouted, his face covered in a black beard.
His sturdy four hooves were raised high, and he drew a longbow with both arms.
He looked around with fierce eyes.
After a while, he clicked his tongue heavily. "Damn it! They got away!"
Just thinking about the evil that had defiled their Forbidden Forest moments ago!
Bane felt a surge of anger... It wasn't like the time with the unicorns in first year.
It was a denser, more twisted, more terrifying evil!
As if the abyss was staring at you.
The centaurs began to search the surroundings.
They wanted to approach the moonpetal flower but were blocked by a protective barrier, which made them even more annoyed.
One of the centaurs, Firenze, shook his head imperceptibly.
He looked up at the starry night sky and murmured:
"The comet is moving west... The weather is changing."
With the moonpetal flower,
The research into the healing Werewolf Potion began in full swing.
Ethan launched "research activities" with the Enlightenment Society as its core.
And named it the "Lunar Eclipse Project."
Even Harry, who had no interest in Potions, participated with great enthusiasm.
Because it was to help people like Professor Lupin.
Months flew by in an instant.
Soon, it was the end of the term.
In less than a week, it would be the promised Proclamation Day.
The newspapers were counting down every day, heavily publicizing Ethan's fantastical idea.
"Although that child is somewhat formidable, no matter what, it's impossible for him to solve a problem that so many Potion Masters haven't been able to research, right?"
"Still young and reckless, hehe, I was like that back in the day..."
"What kind of perfume do you think Ethan likes? Oh, don't laugh~!"
Everyone was looking forward to the arrival of Proclamation Day.
However, almost no one believed that Ethan could actually create some kind of "Werewolf healing Potion."
And Ethan and his team had indeed hit a bottleneck.
Inside the Enlightenment Society activity room.
Neville looked at another ruined Potion and whispered: "We only have one last moonpetal flower left..."
The Weasley Twins threw their hands up: "How about we add some firecrackers and blow all the werewolf bloodlines away!"
Hermione, meanwhile, frantically flipped through her notes, rustling loudly.
Her head was almost buried in the dense writing.
She scratched her hair, making it even messier, and muttered:
"I don't understand! According to theory, adding shrivelfig at this point should react with the moonpetal flower!
"How could it fail?!"
Hermione bit her lower lip tightly.
For several months,
Everyone had poured so much effort into this "impossible to complete" Potion!
And Ethan, even more so, was like a true Potion Master.
He understood the composition of various materials to the extreme!
...Proclamation Day is approaching.
How can it fail like this?!
Hermione secretly glanced at the black-haired young man sitting alone on the sofa at the other end of the room.
Ethan had his hands clasped together, resting before his nose.
His increasingly tall body leaned back into the sofa.
He had remained still and silent for a long time.
If it weren't for the slight trembling of his pupils, he would have looked like he was just spacing out.
At this moment,
Ethan's brain was working at high speed.
Again and again, he reviewed the entire Potion brewing process.
In his mind, he combined various molecular structures... Something was still missing.
A crucial ingredient was missing.
What could it be...?
Just then,
A hoarse yet gentle voice suddenly spoke.
As if whispering right next to Ethan's ear.