[Congratulations! You have obtained Faded Golden Asphodel, Demiguise Silver Powder, Deep Sea Merfolk Eggs...]
[The above items all contain extraordinary power.]
[They can endow paintings with a unique vitality and are extremely rare!]
Ding-a-ling.
Accompanied by the chiming of the wind chimes, and with Mr. Borgin bowing so low his head nearly touched the ground, Ethan left the "Dark Arts Specialty Shop" with great satisfaction.
He returned fully loaded.
"Sure enough, making that old goblin geezer cough up some gold coins was the right move."
Ethan's mouth quirked up, his face brimming with a bright, sunny smile.
"It's all a contribution to art, after all! Future generations will surely remember your name!"
Ethan imagined utilizing these extraordinary items.
He planned to outline a uniquely ingenious design on the face skin left behind by Lord Voldemort.
"For my first time as a professor, I must not fail my mission. I have to give these expectant students a big surprise."
While pondering this, Ethan's footsteps suddenly paused.
He saw that not far away, Mr. Weasley and his group were completely surrounded by a crowd of Dark Wizards.
From the center of the mob, loud shouts and the flashing light of spells erupted every now and then.
Ethan: "Oh my, aren't they having fun?"
"Mr. Weasley is truly a key official of the Ministry of Magic; he can really hit it off with anyone."
"These people in Knockturn Alley are capable and speak so sweetly. I remember their favorite pastime is displaying various freshly harvested body parts to others."
"I'm not someone who spoils the fun. I'll just wait here until they're done playing."
Ethan thought considerately.
He stopped walking.
He watched Mr. Weasley, who was submerged in the crowd, with a gratified gaze—like a parent watching their child finally grow up.
Then, their eyes met inadvertently.
Mr. Weasley: "E-Ethan!!!"
Instantly, like a drowning man spotting the last straw, Mr. Weasley shouted loudly while frantically waving his arms.
His face was ghastly pale.
Oh my, is this...
Ethan frowned, pondered for a second, and suddenly realized.
Living up to everyone's expectations, he gave the best possible response!
He grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.
He raised his hand and gave Mr. Weasley a big thumbs up!
Ethan: "You're doing great~!"
???
Mr. Weasley's smile froze.
He revealed an expression of disbelief and shock!
His arm stiffened in mid-air. The light in his eyes dimmed.
His suspended heart finally died.
—————"Your Octopus Prince has slapped away the life-saving straw with a tentacle"
"However, Mr. Weasley really is too playful," Ethan said in distress.
"It's getting late; time to go back. Otherwise, we'll be feasting on Mrs. Weasley's 'Belt Stir-Fry'."
Just as Ethan drew his wand and lifted his foot to walk toward them—
Suddenly.
His nerves trembled, and his pupils constricted abruptly!
His leisurely aura changed instantly, his gaze shooting sharply around!
With a stomp of his foot, a pitch-black portal opened before him!
The next second!
Several figures lunged at Mr. Weasley and the others like lightning!
Like hunting wolves, they grabbed the Dark Wizards by their collars and threw them out!
"Ah!"
The Dark Wizards screamed, rolling away across the ground like sacks of potatoes.
Bang, bang.
Then.
As if they had encountered a monster, they didn't even bother to clean off the dust; they just crawled away in terror!
They looked exactly like giant southern cockroaches!
At the same time, Ethan's cold wand was pressed against the neck of the leader, full of threatening intent!
However, the moment Ethan saw their faces, his eyes widened slightly.
The wand shifted a few inches away.
——————————Everything happened in the blink of an eye!
"Cool..."
Ron stared at Ethan, who had acted so dashingly, murmuring in a daze of envy.
Beside him, Harry nodded desperately, his eyes shining.
Instant suppression—this was the power of their Enlightenment Society President!
"What happened?!"
Mr. Weasley stared at this scene in astonishment.
He hadn't reacted to what had happened at all!
It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the Dark Wizards were gone, replaced by a group of people with an even more dangerous aura surrounding them.
His reaction speed wasn't even as fast as Ethan's.
Two seconds later, Mr. Weasley finally snapped out of it.
He hurriedly turned his wand, shielding Harry, Ron, and Hermione with one hand, and shouted:
"W-Who are you?!"
He felt his cheeks burning, a sense of shame rising spontaneously.
Sigh.
He had said he would "protect" Ethan. In the end, he was the one protected by Ethan!
I've really gotten used to peaceful days; my skills have deteriorated, Mr. Weasley thought shamefully, sucking in his protruding little belly.
Then, a doubt emerged:
But having said that, how did Ethan train to have such good skills?
...Hmm, better not look into it too deeply.
Mr. Weasley was afraid that if he wasn't careful, Ethan would become a target for the Ministry's Aurors!
What if they actually found something out?!
On the other side.
These dirty, sloppy people who had thrown the Dark Wizards away ignored Mr. Weasley's questioning.
They just stared straight at Ethan, emitting low, beast-like growls from their throats.
...Could they be products of Dark Magic?
Mr. Weasley's heart sank further.
He gripped the restless Ron and Harry tightly.
From his intuition, a strong sense of vigilance and fear arose!
————These guys are strong.
Those terrible Dark Wizards ran away without looking back, like rabbits seeing a wolf, the moment they saw them!
Not one of them even cared about being thrown out so rudely.
It seems... the true rulers of this area of Knockturn Alley are this bunch of weird and dangerous fellows.
Just as Mr. Weasley was thinking of a countermeasure, he suddenly saw their faces.
Then.
He froze instantly!
———Orange-yellow vertical pupils.
Every single one of these dangerous guys had a pair of orange-yellow vertical pupils!
"Damn it! They are werewolves!!"
Mr. Weasley screamed.
He grabbed Harry and the others, ready to Apparate immediately!
Knockturn Alley. Werewolves.
The combination of these two words made Mr. Weasley instinctively assume they were criminals like those on the wanted posters—ones who specialized in biting wizards and spreading the curse!
However.
The next second!
Thud!
These werewolves actually threw themselves to the ground!
On one knee, they knelt before Ethan!
They howled with emotional voices:
"We have finally found you——————Master!!!"
Mr. Weasley: "Let's go————————Huh?"
Mr. Weasley paused abruptly.
He stood there like someone had pressed the pause button on him!
W-What?!
What did he just hear?!
Master? Who?
Did they mean Ethan?!
These extremely dangerous werewolves, are they Ethan's subordinates?!
W-What on earth is going on here!!
To the side.
Hermione suddenly whipped her head around.
She glared at the group of werewolves with burning eyes.
Suddenly, a huge sense of crisis rose within her!
Just how many people is Ethan's charm going to attract before it's over?!
At this rate, will she even be able to get a number in Ethan's heart?
And as a high achiever, Hermione never allowed herself to rank anything below "First."
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