Didn't we sign a waiver? Why is he still so angry?
Ethan looked at the fuming Arthur, feeling utterly confused.
His gaze shifted from Arthur to another woman who had just entered the Great Hall.
For a moment, the woman seemed to smile at him.
Hmm?
Isn't she here to cause trouble?
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
He sensed something was off.
"It's over! That's Arthur's mother!"
Michael leaned over and whispered, smacking his lips:
"She's one of the judges on the Wizengamot, the highest wizarding court, and a key member of the International Confederation of Wizards! She's practically the head of the Ministry of Magic!"
"Arthur, whom she painstakingly nurtured, is now a cripple... She's definitely going to cause a scene at Hogwarts!"
Ethan: "Too bad it didn't go to court."
He still felt a bit unsatisfied after his last speech.
Michael: ???
Alright, as expected of Ethan.
He only ever thinks things aren't big enough.
Inside the Great Hall, students whispered amongst themselves.
"Why did Arthur target Ethan?"
"Is it because he thought Ethan was good-natured and wanted to find a scapegoat?"
"Heh, he's the one who fell into depravity, yet he comes to trouble the righteous president of the Enlightenment Society."
"And he even dragged his own mother here for support—doesn't he feel ashamed...?"
Listening to the students' discussions,
Arthur almost spat blood on the spot from anger.
I'm clearly the one fighting evil!!
When did Hogwarts become a gathering place for Dark Wizards?!
In fact, an unspeakable fear rose in Arthur's heart.
It was as if the world had unknowingly become strange, and only he was out of place.
No, with Mother here this time, she will definitely get justice for me!
His Round Table Council, his future career, had not completely collapsed yet!
Arthur shook his head.
He pointed at Ethan among the students and croaked:
"Mother, he is Ethan Vincent! He is... the culprit who beat me like this!"
As he spoke, Arthur ignored the sudden uproar in the Great Hall—after all, they were all foolish people.
He only looked at Headmaster Dumbledore with a warning in his eyes.
But unexpectedly,
Facing this commotion,
Headmaster Dumbledore did not intervene.
He merely leaned back in his chair, his hands naturally clasped in front of him.
His expression was calm, as if he had already seen the outcome.
Behind his glasses, a hint of sorrow flashed.
However, Arthur didn't notice.
Instead, he felt surprised and smug.
Look! Even Headmaster Dumbledore is on my side!
I'm sure to win!
His gaze shifted.
He suddenly saw his Ravenclaw Dean, Professor Flitwick.
Professor Flitwick was anxiously standing on his chair, looking over with worry.
He looked so eager, as if he was about to fall directly off the table.
Arthur paused, then averted his gaze.
Professor, you still don't understand.
Our excellent Ravenclaws should stand at the top of the world.
Ruling over other fools.
Someone like Ethan, who idles around all day, is the anomaly.
He should be eradicated.
Just as the Round Table Council declared.
At this moment,
His mother moved.
She walked step by step to Ethan's front.
Her authoritative presence caused the Great Hall to fall silent.
Harry shot up, roaring, "It's not Ethan's fault! Ethan is righteous!"
Arthur snapped, "Shut up! Idiot!"
He turned and looked fawningly at his powerful mother, saying cautiously:
"Mother—"
Before he could finish,
He was interrupted by a cold voice:
"Don't call me mother."
Arthur: "...Huh?"
His smile froze, and he stared blankly at his birth mother, who had raised her hand to interrupt him.
Don't call her "mother"? Then what should he call her?
For some reason,
A bad premonition crept out from the bottom of his heart.
Mrs. Arthur looked down at Ethan, who remained seated, as if he regarded her as nothing.
He even calmly raised his cup and took a sip of water.
But why was the water bright red?
Mrs. Arthur rationally chose not to dwell on it.
She remained silent for a few seconds.
Suddenly, she chuckled.
A smile bloomed on her face, like a sunflower.
?
Arthur was stunned.
He looked at his mother, who had always been stern and demanded the strictest standards from him since he was a child.
She was actually showing a motherly smile to an outsider.
And it was the person who had ruined him.
—Boom!!
It felt like five bolts of lightning struck him!
Arthur felt the ground beneath his feet shatter with a roar!
Plunging into an abyss!
He only heard his "mother" say:
"I have no children now. Would you like to be my son? To inherit my wealth and status?"
"Pfft!"
Beside Ethan, Michael directly spat out a mouthful of water!
He stared in horror at the dazed Arthur and the "childless" Mrs. Arthur.
His heart roared:
What kind of bizarre rule is this?!
The Emperor's New Son, is it?!
Inside the Great Hall, there was complete silence.
Harry, who had been standing, opened and closed his mouth twice, then silently sat back down.
Even Ethan himself raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Then, he chuckled.
He crossed his arms and looked at Mrs. Arthur playfully, saying:
"Do you know? Lucius Malfoy once hinted that he could be my son."
Mrs. Arthur: …
Draco Malfoy: …
Whoosh!
Countless gazes focused on Malfoy!
Stunned!
Oh my god! Malfoy will really stop at nothing to climb the social ladder!
Oh my ultimate suck-up!!!
"Cough."
Malfoy coughed lightly, his cheeks flushed, and he tried his best to straighten his back.
What do you know?
Being Ethan's son is a huge blessing, isn't it?
On the other side,
After two seconds of stunned silence, Mrs. Arthur gracefully skipped the topic.
She took out an antique bronze key inlaid with gems from her robes.
She placed it on the table and pushed it towards Ethan.
Arthur's eyes trembled.
Because he recognized it as his personal Gringotts key.
Mrs. Arthur: "This Gringotts key no longer has an owner. I hope you will accept a small token of goodwill from the Arthur family."
She's directly giving him a vault!!!
"Bang!"
Malfoy slammed his fist on the table, glaring at Mrs. Arthur through gritted teeth.
What a rich and powerful move!
As expected of an old woman who has been in officialdom for so long.
On the other side,
Prefect Gemma Farley's eyes flickered slightly.
Directly giving a Gringotts vault key... Sounds like a good idea.
It would be convenient to have it next to her own vault.
It would be very convenient for depositing and withdrawing money together later.
Mrs. Arthur: "Well then, I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."
Without waiting for Ethan's acceptance, she simply left the key.
She nodded to Headmaster Dumbledore, then turned and walked away.
Decisive and efficient.
From beginning to end, she didn't spare a glance for her former son, Arthur.
"Clang."
The door closed.
Inside the Great Hall, a profound silence fell.
Someone suddenly gasped:
"Look! Arthur's hair!"
Arthur's black hair, which had been ravaged by Dark Arts and was already sparse,
Had turned completely white.
In an instant, he looked as if he had aged ten years.
"Hiss—that's terrible."
Michael couldn't help but exclaim.
Why pick a fight with Ethan of all people?
If you provoke Lord Voldemort, he might just hit you with an Avada Kedavra and be done with it.
But if you provoke Ethan,
That would truly be a fate worse than death, suffering ultimate humiliation from both body and spirit.
Amidst the students' gasps,
With a thud,
The white-haired Arthur collapsed to the ground.
His blurred vision gazed at the dazzling chandeliers of Hogwarts, and he felt hot tears streaming down his face.
Regret…
Power, status, wealth…
Only at this moment, when he had nothing left, did he suddenly realize.
Arthur mumbled hoarsely:
"The initial vow of the Round Table Council was to always maintain one's original intention, and always pursue endless knowledge…"
"Pure of heart, boundless in wisdom."
In the end, it was Ethan Vincent
Who truly embodied and upheld the essence of Ravenclaw.
…Hmph, I'm sorry, my esteemed Professor.
At this moment, Ethan's face suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
He was curiously looking down at him, as if observing some rare patient.
Arthur: …
Let me die in peace.
Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins.
…Heh, is he pitying himself, who now has nothing?
How truly naive.
Thinking this,
Arthur's heart couldn't help but stir with emotion.
After all, it was he who had insisted on challenging Ethan and had fallen into the abyss of Dark Arts.
Ethan's heart was indeed as kind and pure as others said…
The next second,
Ethan picked out two silver coins from the pile.
Carefully and seriously, he placed one on each of Arthur's eyes.
He's burying me, for crying out loud!!!
"Pfft!"
Overcome with rage, Arthur spat out a mouthful of blood.
His head tilted, and he completely fainted.
Arthur! K.O.!
Amidst a chorus of shocked stares,
Ethan straightened up, clapped his hands, and sighed, "I really am a good person."
He even gave him two Sickles for the underworld toll.
The Weasley family would be jealous.jpg
Everyone: …
Ethan, please, be a human being!!!
Arthur's "death" completely signaled the end of the Ravenclaw Round Table Council, which had spanned hundreds of years.
However, a society that had already become corrupted
No longer had any reason to exist.
The Professors hurriedly dealt with Arthur—sending him to St. Mungo's.
Ethan looked around.
His gaze swept over the senior Ravenclaw students, whose faces were filled with panic and helplessness, yet also immense reverence.
He saw faint lights ignite in their minds, one by one.
No words were needed.
From now on, it would be the era of the Enlightenment Society.
[Light Diffusion Increased]
[Your Influence Has Grown Stronger]
[Current Head-Light Brightness: Faint → Dimly Lit]
Ethan subtly curved his lips.
He felt the bright lamp in his mind grow even brighter.
Dispelling the gloom.
Making his thoughts more agile and the flow of his magic smoother.
Only light can dispel darkness and death.
Ethan thought of the specters lingering in that hidden place.
If he wanted to delve deeper and pass through that path of advancement,
He would have to ignite an even stronger "light."
To guide his way and protect himself from being encroached upon by deathly aura.
In Ethan's eyes, a craving for advancement and for more profound magic burned.
Rest assured, Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw, I will definitely bring the true essence of Ravenclaw to its fullest potential.
Make Ravenclaw great again!!