Everyone stared intently at Ethan.
The shouts in their hearts almost turned into a silent torrent!
Refuse quickly! Refuse quickly!
At this moment, wizards of different ages, classes, and positions were surprisingly united.
"Alright. I'd be happy to contribute to public service."
Ethan shook Minister Scrimgeour's outstretched hand, a hint of approval in his eyes.
To actually invite him to be the host of the Triwizard Tournament next semester... not bad.
This new Minister for Magic is quite perceptive.
He can stay for a while.
Seeing this, a groan erupted from the stands.
Oh no—the evil little painter's tentacles have still infiltrated the Ministry of Magic!
Hermione's eyes darted, and she exclaimed in surprise: "Could it be that Ethan orchestrated the grand trial and forced Minister Fudge to step down just so that the more discerning Mr. Scrimgeour could take over? Was all of this part of Ethan's plan?!"
Hermione looked up at the faint smile on Ethan's face.
A tumultuous wave surged within her heart!
Too powerful, too incredible.
It was as if he was toying with everyone, holding them in the palm of his hand.
Even fate bowed before him, letting him manipulate it as he pleased.
"The distance between me and Ethan is truly too vast... Ha, perhaps I'll never be able to catch up to him in this lifetime."
Hermione murmured.
However, a strong light shot out from her eyes!
The light of desire.
Luna glanced at the excited Hermione.
She thought happily: Ethan has so many friends. When the holidays come, I'll invite them to play in my and Ethan's little house.
In the center of the arena, Minister Scrimgeour, seeing Ethan accept, also breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He thought: Although Ethan was suspended, that was only due to severely injuring a classmate in a first-year match. There should be no other reasons. Choosing Ethan as the host can perfectly utilize his intelligence and talent, allowing students from other countries to experience a unique and interesting competition.
Thinking of this, Scrimgeour nodded with satisfaction.
He was already eager to see the surprised expressions of the contestants from those schools.
Minister Scrimgeour: "Besides that, Mr. Vincent, would you like to give the formula for this Werewolf Potion to the Ministry of Magic?"
Ethan thought for a moment, then sincerely asked: "Haha, are you dreaming?"
Minister Scrimgeour: ".."
"Then we'll acquire it at a high price—"
Ethan: "I have money."
Minister Scrimgeour:
Who can control this unyielding brat!
"What's more," Ethan added. "This Potion uses ingredients that only my club members can grow, and bright magic that only I possess."
"Which means..."
Ethan bared his teeth like a wolf.
His cobalt-blue eyes stared intently at the new Minister for Magic.
He said word for word: "Only I can cure Werewolves."
Minister Scrimgeour fell silent.
A drop of cold sweat ran down his rock-like face.
What a terrifying young man.
Minister Scrimgeour slowly nodded, his attitude becoming even more cautious.
He glanced at Professor Lupin beside him.
A stiff smile actually appeared on his usually stern face: "The Ministry of Magic can help settle Professor Lupin, and at the same time, we will pay more attention to the social issues of Werewolves."
Even so, Ethan, who controls the Werewolf Potion, will still undoubtedly become the object of devotion in the hearts of Werewolves.
Even, he might become a formidable military force.
Minister Scrimgeour's head throbbed.
He suddenly felt that Cornelius Fudge, who retired early, truly deserved to die.
Ethan: "Also, Scrimgeour."
Hearing this direct address by name, Minister Scrimgeour's mouth twitched.
Ethan: "I heard that the Ministry of Magic offered a lot of compensation for the wrongful conviction of Sirius."
"But I think something is still missing."
Minister Scrimgeour: "You say, Mr. Vincent. Our Ministry of Magic will do our best to meet your demands."
Ethan shook his head: "I am a very righteous and law-abiding person."
"I just want the Ministry of Magic to add a little 'fun' to the meager life of a prisoner in Azkaban."
Ethan took out a painting from his embrace.
It was the painting "The Scream" that dropped after defeating Little Tom's remnant soul.
Ethan curved his eyes, and said softly: "Just give this painting to a Death Eater named 'Bella' to see."
"And tell her: Your master is dead."
He seemed to remember... Bellatrix, had she killed and tortured many people?
Minister Scrimgeour was stunned: "Bellatrix Lestrange?"
That madwoman was too famous.
Ethan... Does he have a grudge against her?
He took the painting and said knowingly: "No problem. We will 'entertain' her well."
To deal with a bloodthirsty Death Eater, no mercy is needed.
"Then I will await good news."
Ethan's smile widened.
Very bright, very righteous.
It made the resolute Minister Scrimgeour shiver involuntarily.
The declaration day was over.
But the Wizarding World was in an uproar.
Whether openly or secretly, countless forces were stirred, frantically trying to find out about this genius young man who created the Werewolf Potion—Ethan Vincent!
For a time, Ethan's name swept through the entire Wizarding World.
Even subtly radiating abroad.
Everyone called him the "new Savior."
He will definitely lead everyone to a bright future!
At the same time, in an unnoticed dark corner, a hand extended from a "former Werewolf" pulled up one compatriot after another.
Secretly, organizing them together.
Joining an organization called the "Morning Star Society."
And during the "earthquake" outside, which was causing a stir, the source of all this was enjoying peace and quiet.
Ancient times, 1613.
Black Family Residence.
Ethan stood by the dark green bed curtain.
Watching the graceful figure slowly open her eyes on the soft, large bed.
He smiled and said: "As agreed, I've come to see you."
Saying that, Ethan shook the empty Potion bottle in his hand.
Due to his precise control over Potions, on Declaration Day, Ethan didn't use all of the moonpetal flower.
The remaining ones were just enough to brew another Potion.
Ethan then used the silver key to travel through time and feed it to the unconscious Miss Eve Black.
Apart from the Werewolf curse on her, because she was under a delicate spell, even though Miss Black had been bedridden for nearly a year, her appearance and body had not changed in the slightest.
Just like a sleeping beauty.
Hearing this, those dark green eyes, deeper than Harry's, blinked twice.
Then, without asking why or what had happened, instead, she tremblingly stretched out her arm, and from a very close distance, slowly traced Ethan's cheek.
A gentle smile, the warmest on her sharp face, appeared: "I've waited for you, 'Light'."
"I knew you would come for me."
In an instant, this moment was frozen.
It solidified into a portrait, floating before Ethan:
["Werewolf Girl in Waiting"]
[Type: Commemorative Painting]
[Grade: Undeterminable]
[Description: "I want to devour you, I want to merge with your flesh and blood, so you will never leave me... The Werewolf girl yearns and waits."]
[Effect: Contains six powers of protection, you can repaint this painting to awaken its power]
[Evaluation: "You say, if Little Red Riding Hood never comes, what should the Big Bad Wolf do?"]