Arouse the hostility of Fate?
Well then, it needs to be treated aggressively.
Ethan's eyes lit up.
He revealed an excited grin, like a cat that had just discovered a mouse.
Beside him, Neville—who had returned to the ward with him—shuddered violently.
...Every time Ethan wore that expression, someone was about to suffer.
Last time.
Because Justin had tried to act cool, claiming the club's training content was too simple, saying, "Is this it?"
The result? The very next day.
He was found hanging from the Whomping Willow.
Clothes torn to shreds, unconscious.
He left behind precious (humiliating) images of what became known as his "Day of Suffering."
Just then.
Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Augusta Longbottom, stormed in.
She shoved Ethan aside, acting just like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
She stood in front of her son and daughter-in-law, shouting with a mix of shock and rage: "You... you demon! What on earth have you done?!"
She then turned to Neville, scolding him incessantly:
"Tsk, I never should have listened to you and brought an outsider into this ward. I knew you weren't bright; you'd help someone count their money after they've sold you..."
Neville's face went pale, and his head hung lower and lower.
Yare yare.
Watching this scene.
Ethan secretly shook his head.
He opened his mouth, intending to help Neville out of the situation.
But suddenly, a trembling, hoarse voice—laced with anger—rang out:
"I... I already told you... Ethan is here to help us!!!"
Mrs. Augusta Longbottom's lecture came to an abrupt halt.
Her eyes widened in astonishment.
She looked at Neville, who had jerked his head up to roar at her!
Only then.
Did she suddenly realize.
This round, chubby boy she had raised single-handedly.
Had, at some unknown point, grown taller than her.
"I know I'm not as clever as the others," Neville said hoarsely.
"But I remember who reached out a hand when everyone else thought I was useless...!"
Although.
Sometimes that hand delivered suspicious, moving "flower fertilizer."
Neville silently swallowed that thought.
For the first time in his life, he stood up to his strict, domineering grandmother:
"I do not believe, for a second, that Ethan would ever harm me!"
Bang!
Neville slapped Ethan heavily on the back in his excitement.
Causing Ethan to choke silently.
...Neville, you're so strong. It looks like you've been holding back in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
See you next lesson :)
Hmph.
The corners of Ethan's mouth curbed up slightly, offering silent praise:
Well done, little lion of Gryffindor.
"Neville..."
Mrs. Longbottom murmured in a daze.
It was as if she didn't recognize the panting young man in front of her.
Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate.
"Mom... Ethan... is helping us..."
An unexpected voice sounded from behind them.
Mrs. Longbottom froze.
Then, she whipped her head around!
She looked at her son and daughter-in-law in disbelief!
What met her eyes were their faces—still damaged, yes, but significantly more lucid than before!
Gaunt fingers gently grazed her cuff.
Repeating continuously:
"Ethan... helped us... he is a good person..."
Mrs. Longbottom's mouth hung open in shock.
She couldn't speak for a long time.
Finally, she covered her face and let out a sob.
A light of joyous surprise burst from her red-rimmed eyes as she said:
"Oh Merlin... am I dreaming?"
On the periphery, the nurses and Healers were all dumbfounded.
One of them, who appeared to be the most senior Healer.
Didn't even notice his glasses sliding down his nose and hanging askew.
He muttered under his breath:
"Galloping Gorgons! H-How is this possible?!"
"Their souls were shattered; they shouldn't have been able to improve at all!"
"Who exactly..."
The Healer looked up in astonishment.
His gaze landed on Ethan.
Seeing that familiar figure, his eyes suddenly lit up!
Taking three steps in two, he rushed in front of Ethan.
Then, with a thud, he knelt directly on the floor!
Hugging Ethan's thigh, he cried out with tears streaming down his face:
"It's you! You're Mr. Vincent, the one who invented the Wolfsbane Potion!"
"Please, you must visit our hospital for guidance————Please, you must let me research your brain!"
Ethan: "..."
Why does everyone want to slice me up the moment we meet?
Tell me, are you a spy sent by Fate?
[You have performed a "Miracle", reversing the deteriorating condition of the Longbottoms]
[Lamp Brightness Increased!]
Ethan felt the lamp light floating within his skull grow a few degrees stronger.
It transformed into thin threads composed of golden light.
Connecting to everyone present.
Like lighting a candle.
It illuminated this pale, sterile ward.
————Given time.
The brilliance of this "Lamp."
Will surely dye the whole world!
Amidst the commotion.
It was Mrs. Augusta Longbottom who reacted first.
She slapped the Healer on the head and glared, shouting:
"Why aren't you sending my son and daughter-in-law for an examination?! What are you making all this noise for!"
The Healer shuddered and nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes!"
Immediately.
Everyone scrambled to rush the Longbottom couple out of the ward.
Only then did silence finally return.
After two seconds of silence.
Neville turned his head and said stiffly to Ethan:
"Shall we go?"
Ethan nodded.
He took one last look at Mrs. Longbottom, standing alone.
Then followed Neville out of the ward.
The map of Gringotts was secured, along with the unexpected surprise of soul fusion levels and inspiration for a painting.
For the current stage.
His business here was finished.
Just as Ethan walked to the door of the ward.
He heard a hoarse voice from within:
"I entrust Neville to you..."
"He has thick skin and flesh, so you can work him as hard as you like. He may be a bit clumsy, but he is a good child..."
Ethan turned his head.
Neville's grandmother stood alone, facing the empty hospital beds.
Her back was to him, so he couldn't see her expression.
Pausing for a moment, Ethan nodded and said:
"Rest assured, I won't show any mercy."
Recalling Ethan's earlier madness.
Mrs. Longbottom suddenly felt.
That perhaps "showing mercy" would be better after all.
Hearing the footsteps gradually fade away.
She let out a long, heavy sigh.
Her usually straight back hunched slightly, revealing a fatigue that matched her age.
As if speaking to someone else, yet also murmuring to herself:
"Neville has grown up into a fine man... If you could see him, you would be so happy."
"Ethan Vincent... Hmph, what a bizarre lunatic."
"...But also, a Savior of 'Miracles'."
Neville truly made a good friend, Mrs. Longbottom thought with relief.
After weeks of preparation.
Approaching Christmas.
Ethan's preparations for the assault on Gringotts were complete!
"Finally finished! The Evolutionary State of the Longbottom Couple!"
Ethan sat before a huge picture frame, his eyes burning with intensity.
Looking at the handsome forms on the canvas, he couldn't help but love it.
He curled his lips in triumph.
"To praise this pair of heroic Order of the Phoenix members, I specially designed their appearance with great care... Heavens, is this truly art that a human could produce? I'm about to worship myself!"
"Ehehe~"
Look at that protruding snout, look at that iron-black color scheme, look at that cold, terrifying aura...
What a perfect painting!
Why did his roommates, Michael and Anthony, prefer to move into the toilet to sleep?
Why were they unwilling to return to the dormitory to appreciate this beautiful art with him?
"They must just be too shy."
Ethan nodded with certainty.
He put away the painting, checked the time, and made arrangements:
"Perfect. After the midterm exams, I'll take them to Gringotts to relax."
"Play with the dragon guarding the vaults, have a thrilling 'rail parkour' with the goblin guards."
"Oh my, I really am a considerate teacher."
Ethan smiled warmly.
Another day of recharging.
"As for how to reach the Gringotts secret passage in one step... I'll use this upgraded "Portal" card—"Doraemon's Anywhere Door"!"
Several days later.
The weekend.
The members of the Enlightenment Society stood bewildered beneath the Quidditch pitch stands.
Under the ruthless blowing of the cold wind.
They shivered as they looked at the President who had summoned them, Ethan Vincent.
Ethan: "Comrades! The exciting moment has arrived————"
Gryffindor Team Captain Angelina: "Ron! Stop wobbling! Guard the hoops!"
Ethan: "We are going to rob Gringotts... ah, no, we are going to embark on a socially beneficial adventure————"
Harry: "Ron! Don't pass the ball to my face! The Bludgers are enough trouble!"
Ethan: "We will invade from the underground, giving the goblins a surprise————"
Ron: "Aaaah! Stop shouting random orders at me!!"
Everyone: "..."
No, seriously, do we have to give a speech right now?
It couldn't be helped.
After Captain Wood graduated, the new Captain, Angelina, inherited his principle of "If it doesn't kill you, keep practicing until it does."
Whenever there was free time, she grabbed the players and drilled them fiercely.
There wasn't a single gap in the schedule.
In the words of the Weasley twins, "Wood's dead soul has possessed her."
Finally.
Today's training came to an end.
At this time.
The sun had just risen high, casting golden morning light through the gaps in the dark clouds.
Harry and the others descended from mid-air, looking exhausted.
As soon as they landed.
Before the sweat on their heads could even dry.
They were met with a smiling face as warm as a spring breeze.
Ethan: "Finished? Time to hit the road~"
Harry & Ron & The Weasley Twins:
NO—Please spare us!!!
However, mercy can only be found in the shadows.
As a blazing light, Ethan was destined to press forward!
"Let's go, Gringotts Underground Secret Passage!"
Ethan shouted excitedly.
The card in his hand suddenly turned into a stream of light, materializing in front of everyone.
Hermione let out a noise of surprise and asked in confusion:
"This door seems different from before?"
Inside the door, it was no longer pitch black.
Instead, it had condensed into a dark purple vortex, like a rotating nebula.
As if.
It wanted to suck the entrant into that unknown space.
Gulp.
Everyone swallowed hard, their hearts rising in their throats.
[Name: "Anywhere Door"]
[Tier: Tier 2 · Golden Legend]
[Effect: An upgraded version of the "Portal". No line of sight required for positioning; can teleport to any known location.]
[Simply speak the exact name to arrive.]
[Can set multiple Anywhere Doors to achieve rapid travel between multiple locations, and can bypass Anti-Apparition wards.]
Following Ethan's words.
The semi-circular pointer added to the door frame spun rapidly.
Just like an elevator.
Finally.
It stopped with a ding.
The atmosphere inside the door shifted slightly, emitting a damp, gloomy chill.
"Then, I'll see you on the other side, gentlemen."
Ethan winked at everyone and tipped the brim of his bowler hat.
He stepped in first.
Ron watched nervously as the strange purple vortex swallowed Ethan.
His lips moved a few times before he couldn't help but complain:
"Don't you feel like everything Ethan says sounds weird?"
It sounded like he was taking them to the underworld!
"That's just Ethan's sense of humor, little brother. You'll get used to it."
The Weasley twins slapped Ron on the shoulder from the left and right, nearly knocking him to the ground.
Ignoring "Little Ronnie's" protests.
The two couldn't wait to jump into the door.
————Before long.
The originally bustling stadium.
Became quiet.
When Captain Angelina came out of the locker room, just wanting to tell the players she had thought of a new tactic.
She saw an empty, desolate pitch.
She stood there alone, dumbfounded.
"...Where is everyone?"
Gringotts.
Deep underground, in front of a blood-stained white dragon.
A small, thin figure crouched in the shadows.
Swaying unsteadily, it murmured:
"Treasure... the treasure belongs to the goblins... must not let anyone steal it..."
The voice was hoarse, like coarse sandpaper.
"Roar!"
The dragon sensed something and struggled restlessly, roaring.
However, the iron chain around its neck suddenly tightened!
It actually pulled the dragon's massive and heavy body, forcing it to lower itself!
"Roar—"
The dragon roared indignantly, but its vertical pupils were stained with a touch of fear and cowering.
In the darkness.
The goblin supervisor, Gornuk, opened a pair of demented, blood-red eyes.
————Several days ago.
An uninvited guest had visited Gringotts.
At that time.
The goblin supervisor, Gornuk.
Was worrying about the problem of fewer and fewer wizards coming to deposit money due to Voldemort and the impact of the new Savior.
Like a ghost, "She" suddenly appeared in the office.
It was Bellatrix, fresh from Azkaban.
Ah—
Gornuk would never forget the terror of seeing that terrifying figure!
She looked like an evil spirit crawling out of hell.
There wasn't a single patch of clean, intact skin on her body, and her hair was messy and draped over her face.
Revealing those eyes etched with deep hatred!
If a wizard's power comes mostly from emotion.
Then the Bellatrix of this moment.
Could absolutely be called a master of the Dark Arts!!
Fingers like eagle talons dug deeply into the goblin supervisor's shoulder.
Yet even as blood trickled down.
Under the glare of those terrifying eyes, the goblin supervisor felt no pain.
"He stole my wand... He will definitely come here to steal the treasure Lord Voldemort entrusted to me!"
The hoarse, shrill screaming washed over the goblin supervisor's sanity.
He shook like chaff in the wind, his eyes bulging like copper bells.
He could only murmur "Ah, ah."
He had been completely scared witless.
Bellatrix roared, tearing her heart out:
"Kill him! Kill that damned brat————Ethan Vincent!!!"
Pitch-black magic poured into the goblin supervisor's brain.
Drawing out the darkest emotions within his heart.
...That's right, it's all Ethan Vincent's fault.
If he had just maintained the illusion of peace, how could everyone be so panicked?
Distrusting us goblins?
Are they worried that after they die, the goblins will embezzle their property?
Ridiculous.
The Ministry of Magic takes a cut too.
Under the influence of black magic.
Gornuk's eyes gradually filled with spreading streaks of blood.
His bones and muscles began to crack and warp with a crunching sound.
He opened his mouth, repeating in a confused and hoarse voice:
"Kill... kill Ethan Vincent..."
"Must not... let him take my treasure!!!"
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