Name: Chilling Aura Type:
Conceptual Painting · Crowd Control Card
Tier: Tier 2 · Blue Rare
Description: Kazzle-kazzle * A peculiar chill lingers in your room.
Effect: Using the canvas as a center, consumes magic to release extreme cold air in all directions. Significantly slows movement speed and thought, freezes magic, making spellcasting more difficult. Warning! This is an environmental card; any creature within its range will be affected!
Evaluation: Not enough! How can it be called extraordinary if it only freezes the skin and flesh? Obtain more powerful and profound spells to upgrade this card.
When Ethan took it out, the flames in the fireplace shuddered violently several times and shrank noticeably. Indoors, the temperature dropped just a bit. Ethan shivered slightly, feeling the coldness seeping from his fingertips—sharp as needles, pricking his skin. The room fell into a hush. Only the ticking of the wall clock could be heard.
Xenophilius and Luna watched this magical card with rapt attention and awe, not blinking once.
"To think that such powerful magic is sealed within this small card...!"
Xenophilius murmured. He instinctively reached out, wanting to touch the card.
"My wife—Luna's mother—and I have researched many types of magic together."
"Indonesian gesture casting, the swift rapid casting from the United States, Potions, Transfiguration...
"But I've never seen magic cast in the form of a painting."
Integrating spells into paintings, combined with inspiration that ordinary people could never conceive, created a power stronger than ordinary magic!
Xenophilius was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he turned and picked up a piece of tablecloth. He hesitantly handed it to Ethan: "Could you, could you give me your autograph, Ethan..."
In the future, this will be a great honor! Hang it at home, and it'll naturally ward off evil!!
Ethan: Humph, proud.jpg
Facing Mr. Lovegood's sparkling eyes, Ethan felt a little embarrassed. Look at this surprised expression. As expected, he still needed to take Mr. Lovegood, who stayed cooped up at home, out to see the world. His pen flew across the fabric. He signed his unique "signature" on the tablecloth.
And so, outside the house, in the nearby forest, the villagers who were secretly using binoculars to investigate the "haunted house" saw a white cloth hung out. In the darkness of the night, a pair of terrifying eyes appeared. Staring at them as they spied, with fangs bared high.
Villagers: !!!
"Ah ah ah ah— !!!"
Thanks to Ethan's efforts, the wizarding village was very lively tonight.
"Longswords, bear traps, bows and arrows, Molotov cocktails... and various painting tools."
Ethan nodded with satisfaction after checking his equipment.
"Very good, now it's foolproof."
Mr. Lovegood, who was watching from the side: No, bringing so many destructive weapons, are you going to lay siege to a city?
Ethan said solemnly: "This silver key might take me back to the Middle Ages."
"I'm just an ordinary, unremarkable student; I need to be fully prepared for any danger."
Lovegood: ...No, you are the biggest "danger."
He said worriedly: "Ethan, although I don't know where you got that thing, history... it's best not to change it."
He couldn't imagine what kind of mess Ethan would make of history if he let him do whatever he wanted.
Ethan: "Don't worry, Mr. Lovegood. I am a person who respects history; how could I do anything to destroy it?"
As he spoke, Ethan looked up, gazing at Lovegood with clear and sincere eyes.
...That's good.
Lovegood breathed a sigh of relief and was reassured.
That's right, Ethan was also a child with good grades. He definitely had a sense of proportion.
He wouldn't do something like waking up and finding Ethan Vincent's name added to history books.
Luna stared at the silver key in Ethan's hand and said expectantly: "I want to go with you too. It must be fun to adventure in ancient history!"
Ethan raised his hand, naturally ruffled Luna's hair, and smiled: "Let me go explore first, and I'll take you next time."
"Alright then—it's a deal."
Luna pouted and held out her pinky finger to Ethan.
"Mm, pinky promise."
Ethan's eyes curved. He hooked Luna's pinky and gently wiggled it.
Watching from the side, Mr. Lovegood's veins twitched, and his fist clenched and then relaxed.
Finally, the moment of crossing arrived.
Under their nervous and curious gazes, Ethan gripped the silver key, took a deep breath, and infused it with magic—"Whoosh!"
A blinding white light suddenly erupted! In an instant, it swallowed Ethan!
Ethan's eyes widened slightly. In the white light that obscured his vision, he vaguely saw huge, bubble-like eyes appearing in clusters. Looking down, watching him.
Ethan's pupils constricted! His human instincts made his hairs stand on end!
The next moment, Ethan felt himself being pulled by a great force into those grape-like eyeballs. A dizzying sensation.
"Thud!"
Ethan fell into the damp mud, his brain buzzing, his whole body aching.
...What was that just now?
Just by looking at it, Ethan felt his eyes burn like fire.
...Indeed, this magical world still holds great secrets.
Ethan licked his lips. Deep in his eyes, a light of excitement shot forth.
Suddenly, a clanging sound echoed around him.
A rough voice boomed: "Who are you?! Why did you suddenly appear here!"
!!!
Ethan's gaze sharpened!
Damn it, why did it send him into a crowd!
The silver key was still in his hand. Only, compared to before, it had become dull and lifeless. Even when infused with magic, there was no reaction.
It seemed he couldn't just go back whenever he wanted.
"Hands up! If you dare to make any sudden moves, I'll kill you!"
So tough, impressive. Is he strong?
Ethan slowly stood up, his gaze rising expectantly.
Come on! Let me see what kind of creature dares to be so tough and domineering.
It was a circle of little dwarves.
Ethan: ...
Hmm??
Ethan narrowed his eyes, looking closely.
Their height only reached his waist, pointed ears, long arms, ugly appearance.
They were indeed goblins.
Just like the goblins in Gringotts.
Ethan fell into thought.
Something seemed wrong?
On the other side, seeing Ethan obediently standing still, the goblin leader thought Ethan was scared stiff.
And seeing Ethan's delicate, tender-skinned, youthful appearance, he became even more contemptuous.
He probably was just an unlucky fellow whose Apparition went wrong.
The leader and his subordinates exchanged glances, all sneering and maliciously baring their teeth.
Watching Ethan, toying with the axe in his hand.
He slowly said: "It seems today is a lucky day for me and my brothers."
"We have ready-made prey delivered to our doorstep!"
Ethan silently watched the goblins gradually surround him.
Then he suddenly spoke: "Excuse me, could you tell me what year it is?"
"Huh?"
The goblin leader stopped laughing.
He frowned, staring intently at Ethan's face.
Two seconds later, he and his subordinates burst into laughter!
"Hahahahaha! He doesn't even know what year it is?!"
"So he's an idiot, no wonder he's so stupid! Daring to come into our camp alone!"
The leader was completely convinced that this wizard human in front of him posed no threat whatsoever.
That little bit of tension and wariness immediately vanished.
He said in a condescending tone: "I'll tell you, it's 1612. We goblins are utterly defeating you wizards!"
1612.
It was the year of the Goblin Rebellion in history.
Ethan's eyes flickered.
It was also the last year ancient magic appeared!
"Alright," the goblin leader said impatiently, "Stop wasting time, you can die now."
As his voice fell, he let out a low growl and violently threw the axe in his hand!
The axe, imbued with crimson magic, spun and flew rapidly towards Ethan!
This was a goblin axe enhanced with power and precise aim!
This blow will split your head open!
In Ethan's cobalt blue eyes, the rapidly enlarging axe was reflected.
He waved his hand.
"Slap."
He swatted the axe away.
Just like swatting a fly.
The axe spun in mid-air and softly fell to the ground.
Axe: Waaah QAQ
Goblins: ???
Their smug, contemptuous smiles froze on their faces.
They stared blankly at the axe lying on the ground.
No, wait???
Their leader's precisely aimed axe, which could cleave human skulls, was just swatted away???
In the silence, the goblins slowly looked up at the human boy standing in the firelight.
They saw him snap his fingers and softly utter:
"[Break]."