Chapter 151: Avada Kedavra Advancement
"This is the so-called Werewolf community?"
Ethan looked at the dozens of crooked, crowded houses in front of him and felt they were truly dilapidated.
The buildings were only two or three meters apart, so narrow that sunlight probably couldn't even reach inside. He wondered how they were designed.
Compared to them, the Weasley house could almost be considered a mansion.
"Yes, this is the Werewolf community. The leader is Fenrir Greyback. He sometimes sends some Werewolves here to fence stolen goods."
Mr. Borgin dared not conceal anything. Werewolves seemed powerful, but without a strong leader, they were destined to not amount to much, and he had no qualms about selling them out.
"Mike, take your men and go in with me. Mr. Borgin, would you like to come?"
"I'll go with you!"
Mr. Borgin immediately nodded in agreement. Daring to assault the Werewolf community with just over a dozen subordinates was an excellent opportunity to observe Ethan's strength.
Although it was already confirmed that Ethan was not to be provoked, his exact strength was still unknown. The last time he beat the Auror, it was too easy.
"Hmm!"
Ethan nodded, then walked at the very front.
On his left and right were Mike and Mr. Borgin, with over a dozen subordinates following behind.
Mike was arguably the best among this group, and he had now secured a management position.
Bringing them along wasn't for help. If he needed help to take down a Werewolf community, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?
The main purpose of this trip was for Ethan to show off, bring along a few hype men, and incidentally use force as a deterrent.
After all, this makeshift organization had all sorts of people, and it was inevitable that some individuals might not have a clear understanding of themselves.
Arriving at the entrance of the Werewolf community, Ethan found that there was no so-called warning system here, truly lacking any sense of danger.
Then he would give them some sense of danger. Ethan immediately drew out his wand, which was black with a hint of metallic luster.
"Inferno Summon!"
As Ethan's voice fell, scorching black flames erupted from the tip of his wand, instantly exploding and covering the entire sky with black fire.
Mr. Borgin's eyes nearly popped out as he watched this scene. How much magic did this require?
And what kind of magic was this? Mr. Borgin couldn't tell at all.
It looked a bit like Fire God Opens the Way, but Fire God Opens the Way wasn't black flames.
fire escape was black, but that spell ignited on the ground, not expanding in the sky.
Moreover, the temperature of both spells wasn't this high. Just by getting close, Mr. Borgin felt his Wizard robes about to catch fire.
The surrounding subordinates weren't much better off; there were expressions of surprise, fear, and worship.
Ethan then waved the wand in his hand, and the sky-obscuring black flames immediately dispersed, forming a huge wall of fire that enveloped the entire Werewolfcommunity.
This was a combined spell of fire escape and Fire God Opens the Way. Ethan did not add the characteristics of Fiendfyre, mainly because white flames were too conspicuous, and it was also to differentiate from his public identity.
With the fire wall as an obstruction, the Werewolves were basically contained inside by Ethan.
Werewolves, being poor, couldn't afford high-end items like Portkeys.
Most Werewolves were converted and trained by Fenrir Greyback; very few of them had ever attended school.
It's estimated that apart from Fenrir Greyback, no one else had mastered this skill.
Even if Fenrir Greyback did teach, he would probably teach magic like the Three Unforgivable Curses. There's no way he would teach Apparition, which is difficult to learn, has no offensive power, and is very dangerous.
Such a huge commotion naturally alarmed the Werewolves inside.
Fenrir Greyback, who was still eating bloody raw meat at the table, immediately sent out a signal.
He then grabbed a wand and led dozens of Werewolves running towards the community entrance, while the rest hid in the church. The untrained Werewolf pups wouldn't be of any help here.
However, after emerging from the narrow passage and seeing the black flames enveloping the entire community, Fenrir Greyback, who had just been cursing, fell silent and dared not act rashly.
Not to mention how powerful the person casting the spell was, if these flames expanded, most of his Werewolfpups would likely die.
He had originally thought the attackers were from the Ministry of Magic, but it turned out to be his own kind, a wanted criminal also pursued by the Ministry of Magic.
However, Fenrir Greyback completely failed to understand how he had offended the other party.
"Death Eater, we have no conflict. What are you doing?"
Death Eater. Because Ethan's Imperio was so masterful, and he loved to use it to control others, people secretly called Ethan the Death Eater. Later, this name became public.
This summer, due to Ethan's frequent appearances in this persona, the Ministry of Magic's wanted poster also placed the name Death Eater on Ethan's head.
Ethan did not refute this in any way.
"Who said I can only kill you after a conflict arises?"
A cold, cruel voice came from beneath the VoldyBat's hood.
Fenrir Greyback frowned, truly not understanding why the other side was acting so crazy, shouting and killing for no reason! Was there something wrong with him?
They were all wanted criminals by the Ministry of Magic; couldn't they be more friendly?
"I can bring the Werewolves to join your Witch Heart Society."
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Fenrir Greyback made his compromise.
No one had ever spoken to him like this, never, but now he could only endure it.
And this was his greatest bargaining chip, and the only purpose he could think of for the other party's visit.
Fenrir Greyback also had his own ideas. He had always wanted to establish a Werewolf-supremacist society and had done so much for it, but still saw no hope.
If he joined the Witch Heart Society and caused conflict between them and the Ministry of Magic, when the fight broke out, he might be able to find an opportunity to slack off.
"But I don't need you useless people."
The moment the words fell, a thick, dark green light was flung out by Ethan.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Fenrir Greyback shrieked, then violently pulled one of the Werewolf pups he had brought with him to shield himself.
Seeing the green light completely blocked, Fenrir Greyback breathed a sigh of relief, then threw down the Werewolf pup, whose eyes had already closed.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Crucio!"
"Powdered Bone!"
Hearing the continuous sounds of spells, explosions, and screams from behind him, Fenrir Greyback seemed to remember something and quickly turned his head.
He discovered that more than half of the thirty or so elite Werewolf pups he had brought were now pointing their wands at their own kind.
The Death Eater truly lived up to his name, accomplishing all of this silently.
Watching this scene, Fenrir Greyback felt his hands and feet go cold. This was an attack aimed at destroying his Werewolf community!
As long as he was alive, the Werewolves would still have a future, and the Werewolf community could be re-established elsewhere.
"Crucio!"
Fenrir Greyback, halfway through his Apparition, suddenly collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest and curling into a ball, letting out heart-wrenching wails. His entire right arm had vanished, and blood gushed from the severed limb.
While talking to Fenrir Greyback earlier, Ethan had already used Imperio to control his subordinates. The reason he didn't use it on Fenrir Greyback himself was to make him die in the most painful way possible.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Green lights were flung out by Ethan, sparing no one, whether they were controlled by his Imperio or not.
Mr. Borgin watched this scene, cold sweat streaming down his back. Fortunately, he had been sensible and had never offended him, instead flattering him repeatedly.
Otherwise, with methods even more cruel than Lord Voldemort's, his own fate would be unimaginable.
At first, Mr. Borgin also thought Ethan was here to subdue the Werewolves.
But now he realized he was wrong; he was here to eradicate the Werewolves, with not the slightest intention of taking them in.
And, were those ghosts floating up?
"Why?!"
Fenrir Greyback, lying on the ground wailing, let out a hoarse, furious roar.
All his elites were dead, decades of effort ruined in an instant, and he couldn't escape either.
He himself was already a nightmare for many, but the Death Eater was even more evil and cruel than him.
He didn't understand why he was being treated this way, or what he had done to provoke the other party.
Ethan walked closer and cast a small spell:
"Do you remember those girls from this afternoon?"
"They're your people?"
Upon learning the reason, Fenrir Greyback's eyes widened, looking at Ethan with some disbelief.
"Crucio!"
"Bring him and follow me!"
After delivering another Crucio to temporarily incapacitate him from speaking, Ethan instructed Mike.
"Yes, BOSS!"
Mike immediately responded loudly, his hands trembling with excitement.
He was the kind of person who was naturally cruel. Joining the Witch Heart Society was to freely indulge his true nature. Now, seeing Ethan's actions, he immediately placed him on a pedestal as an idol.
And he looked forward to the day he could be like that too.
The group went straight to the church, which was the most concentrated area of magic in Ethan's perception.
"Thunderbolt Explosion!"
Ethan lightly tapped his wand, and the orange-red flames rapidly expanded, enveloping the entire church.
Continuous explosions, accompanied by the sound of numerous falling stones, echoed in everyone's ears.
Once everything settled, all that remained were ruins, exposing the seventy or eighty Werewolves inside to everyone's view.
Among them were over a dozen children around ten years old, now looking at Ethan and the others with terrified eyes.
Ethan saw no need to be soft on them. After a brief gaze, everyone lined up one by one to receive their Avada Kedavra.
Every person who fell had a satisfied smile on their face.
Regardless of how they became Werewolves, by joining Fenrir Greyback's faction, they had already been sentenced to death by Ethan.
"Now it's your turn."
After Fenrir Greyback personally witnessed all the Werewolves in his community perish, Ethan finally walked over.
At this moment, Fenrir Greyback's eyes were already dead, completely ignoring Ethan's words.
"Crucio!"
He said he would give him the most painful death, and he would give him the most painful death.
After taking all the spirits, Ethan then led everyone away and let the fire wall collapse, turning everything here into ashes. From then on, there would be no Werewolfcommunity.
As for the exposure of the Helheim spirits, outsiders didn't know the specific effects, so what good was seeing the spirits?
Returning to the Witch Heart Society's stronghold in Knockturn Alley, Ethan's attention was focused on his status panel.
He had just completed an achievement while using Avada Kedavra.
It wasn't that Ethan deliberately grinded for it; rather, the standard for that identity was the Three Unforgivable Curses, and among them, the most lethal was Avada Kedavra.
[Avada Kedavra Enthusiast]
Green light flashes, fear pervades the heart, the flame of life is extinguished, the light of hope recedes, the soul falls into trembling.
Achievement Goal: Use Avada Kedavra to kill a Wizard(100/100)
Achievement Reward: Avada Kedavra Advancement
Only after claiming the reward did Ethan understand what this so-called Avada Kedavra Advancement was all about.
Just like a certain game he used to play, his Avada Kedavra could chain using curses.
However, Ethan used magic. If the spell hit an opponent and took their life, it could then freely seek out another target nearby for a ricochet. This ricochet would continue until there were no more hostile targets nearby, or until the magic in Ethan's Avada Kedavra was depleted.
If he had used this advanced version of Avada Kedavrajust now, all dozens of people in the church could have been dealt with using a single Avada Kedavra with enough magic, instead of having to take them out one by one.
Also, Fenrir's method of using others as shields against Avada Kedavra would have been ineffective…
Chapter 152: Hermione's Aesthetics
Mid-August!
Ethan brought Penelope and Cassandra to Diagon Alleytoday to buy books for the new semester.
Beauxbatons also started in September. Fleur and Gabrielle had returned two days ago at their father's request, using a Portkey.
"Ethan, over here!"
Hermione and Cho Chang stood by the roadside, waving to Ethan from afar.
Both held new ice cream cones from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.
After handing a cone to each of Ethan's group, Hermionetook out two newspapers from under her arm and showed them to Ethan.
"Do the Wizarding World and Muggles still interact?"
"Look, he's even on a Muggle newspaper."
The front page of both newspapers displayed a large photograph of a haggard man with long, messy hair.
The Daily Prophet reported that the Ministry of Magicconfirmed today that Sirius Black was still at large and was probably the most evil prisoner ever held in Azkaban.
Meanwhile, the Muggle newspaper stated that Sirius Black had murdered thirteen people with a gun twelve years ago.
"Yes, there's interaction. Wizards born of Muggles like us go to Hogwarts, which is a result of communication at the highest levels."
"The House of Malfoy, for instance, used to serve the British monarchy and still holds Muggle titles. It's just that due to the International Statute of Secrecy, contact has been broken, but high-ranking Ministry of Magicofficials still frequently interact with high-ranking Muggles."
This wasn't something that couldn't be said, so Ethan directly told Hermione.
"I thought Wizards and Muggles were two completely unrelated worlds."
Hermione nodded thoughtfully.
The matter of Black was quickly forgotten by the group. His escape posed no threat to them; no one here knew him, only that he was a criminal, and he had no connection to them whatsoever.
Hermione's surprise was only due to Black appearing in a Muggle newspaper.
After putting away the two newspapers, the group began to stroll through Diagon Alley.
Passing by Quidditch Supplies, they saw the shop was packed with excited Wizards, both men and women, old and young.
"Ethan, look, there's a new flying broom! Let's go in and see."
Cho Chang said excitedly, pulling Ethan.
"Alright!"
Anyway, they had plenty of time today. The main task was to buy a few books; the rest of the time would be spent accompanying them on a stroll through Diagon Alley.
Ethan led the girls through the crowd into the shop. Inside, a platform had been set up, and on it rested a rather magnificent and imposing flying broom.
Although Ethan felt nothing for it, the people around him looked at the broom with an uncontrollable fondness in their eyes.
"Just released… sample…"
A square-jawed male Wizard nearby was introducing the broom to his companion.
"Is it the fastest broom in the world, Daddy!"
A young boy shook his father's arm, his eyes fixed on the flying broom.
The surrounding crowd was discussing the broom, but only Cho Chang among Ethan's group was interested in Quidditch; the others had no interest in it.
Having no interest in Quidditch, they naturally had no specific requirements for a flying broom, after all, a Nimbus 2000 was perfectly usable.
But what was with the increasing crowd? People were still pouring in from outside.
"Penelope, you take them out first!"
"I'll take Cho Chang inside to have a look."
"Alright!"
Penelope also didn't want to stay inside. When there were too many people, all sorts of strange smells emerged. If not for Cho Chang, she wouldn't have even entered.
When they reached the edge of the platform with Cho Chang, they finally saw the sign next to it.
[rocket
This latest high-speed flying broom features a streamlined design, a premium ash wood handle, diamond polished, and a hand-engraved registration number.
Each carefully selected birch twig at the broom's tail is streamlined, giving the broom unparalleled balance and exquisite accuracy.
The rocket can accelerate from a standstill to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds and demonstrates magical braking capabilities.
Price upon negotiation!]
"Price upon negotiation" – wasn't that just a way to raise the price?
That acceleration was indeed impressive. 150 miles per hour, which is 241 kilometers per hour, certainly nothing compared to Ethan's mclaren f1, but for other flying brooms, it was a dimension-shattering strike.
Seeing so many people gathered, the shop owner also stepped out and gave the rocket another round of publicity:
"The Ireland International Club just placed an order for seven of these exquisite items!"
"They are the hot commodities of this year's World Cup!"
Ethan looked at Cho Chang, whose eyes were sparkling like stars, and knew what to get her for Christmas this year.
As for the price, Ethan was not short on Galleons now.
He had gotten over a million from Slytherin, and two months ago, during a quarterly dividend, the Worre Family Head had given him over seventy thousand Galleons.
After leaving Quidditch Supplies with a somewhat reluctant Cho Chang, Ethan and his group arrived at Flourish and Blotts, only a few dozen meters away.
The main purpose of this trip was to buy textbooks for elective courses. Ethan, Cassandra, and Hermione had all chosen Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes, and Divination Class.
Upon entering the bookstore, the usual place for gilded magic books was now replaced by a large iron cage, containing about a hundred copies of "The Monster Book of Monsters."
These books were all tangled together, fiercely tearing at each other like a violent wrestling match, with torn paper flying everywhere.
Ethan was silent, wondering which Alchemy master's work this was, and what was the point of making it like this?
"Hogwarts students?"
"Here to buy new textbooks?"
The manager, seeing Ethan and the others standing there, suddenly walked over and asked.
"Yes!"
Hermione nodded seriously.
"How many do you need?"
The manager's voice was a little shaky.
"Three!"
The textbook for third year was "The Monster Book of Monsters"; for fourth and seventh year, it wasn't this one.
Taking a deep breath, the bookstore manager put on a thick pair of gloves from nearby, picked up a gnarled walking stick, and walked towards the cage door of "The Monster Book of Monsters."
Ethan and the others watched as he used the stick to separate the biting books, then grabbed one and dragged it out. Unfortunately, he was still bitten; two copies of "The Monster Book of Monsters" clung tightly to his arm as he was pulled out.
"Seventh time I've been bitten today!"
As he spoke, the manager was almost in tears. Was this year's Care of Magical Creatures teacher insane?
To have chosen this book.
"Also need 'Unfogging the Future' and 'Ancient RunesMade Easy,' three copies each."
"Okay, textbooks for Divination Class and Ancient Runes, right!"
Saying this, the manager walked deeper into the bookstore to fetch the required textbooks for Ethan and the others.
Crash!
A commotion nearby caught Ethan's attention. Turning around, he saw that a copy of "The Monster Book of Monsters" had been torn apart by other books, with paper flying everywhere.
No wonder there were only about seventy-odd students in a year, yet so many books were stocked. It turned out the extra ones were all consumables.
Counting those bought and those torn, Ethan estimated that about two hundred copies were stocked at the time of purchase.
And they're still making money from this? It's a definite loss!
After Penelope and Cho Chang had also chosen their textbooks, the group left, leaving the manager silently staring at the book wreckage… Then, they strolled from Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, stopping midway to visit Eeylops Owl Emporium and Scribbulus Writing Implements.
Finally, they stopped at the entrance of the Magical Menagerie.
"Ethan, let's go in and have a look!"
"When I started Hogwarts, I thought about bringing a cat, but I didn't have enough Galleons then, and I was worried I wouldn't be able to take care of it in a new environment."
"But now, I think I can take care of a cat!"
Hermione looked at Ethan excitedly. Although cats weren't on the list of allowed pets at Hogwarts, it shouldn't be a big problem. If worst came to worst, she could just secretly keep it.
"Alright, let's go in and see!"
Ethan was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
He remembered Hermione had a very ugly cat; could it be that she bought it here?
"Welcome, what kind of pet are you looking for?"
As soon as they entered, a middle-aged woman with thick Black-rimmed glasses came forward to greet them.
Hermione's brow furrowed as she looked at the very crowded, noisy pet shop filled with the sounds of various Animals.
She doubted if she could find a suitable cat here, but since they were already here, leaving immediately would be impolite.
"I'd like to buy a cat. Do you have any recommendations?"
"Please follow me, the cats are all here."
The proprietress led the way, with Hermione following behind.
Ethan, meanwhile, went to pet the Animals. Ever since he came in, their gaze had been fixed on him. Of course, these were all common ones; there wasn't a single XXXX-level one.
"Ethan, come and see what you think of this cat?"
A moment later, Hermione held up a cat and called out loudly to Ethan, her face filled with excitement.
"You chose it?"
Ethan gave Hermione a strange look. She really did find it!
He couldn't appreciate this cat: thick ginger fur, bow legs, a face like a squashed pancake, and a thick tail like a bottle brush—it simply didn't conform to normal aesthetic standards.
"What do you think, isn't it great!"
Hermione said excitedly, she really liked it more and more as she looked at it.
"As long as you like it."
Ethan really couldn't bring himself to say anything insincere.
Cassandra and the others nearby also looked at Hermione with surprise, not expecting her aesthetic sense to have deteriorated to this extent.
"This is Crookshanks. He has some Kneazle blood, and he's a very clever boy. You can take him for just three Galleons. Of course, you'll have to take good care of him."
Unlike Ethan and the others, the proprietress was smiling broadly at this moment.
She had wanted to sell this cat for a long time, but no one had taken a liking to it. This cat had been living here for three years, and the cost of its food each year was not cheap.
It was only because she genuinely liked these little Animals; otherwise, anyone else would have abandoned it long ago.
"Why so cheap?"
Hermione was a little confused. Since it had Kneazle blood, how could it only cost three Galleons? Wasn't that practically giving it away for free?
"Because of its appearance, no one is willing to take it home. It has been in my shop for three years. If you are willing to take it, I can give you five extra bags of cat food."
The shop owner began offering freebies. If she missed this little Witch, she really didn't know when the next Wizard would take a liking to Crookshanks.
"I think it's great!"
Hermione happily paid the money. Seeing Hermione's promptness, the owner also gave her an extra cage.
Chapter 153: Scabbers' Misfortune
September 1st, Hogwarts term began.
Ethan and Cassandra Apparated to a corner of King's Cross Station. After tidying their clothes, they headed together to Platform 9 3.
Nagini was still in the box, going to Hogwarts with Ethan. Although Nibelungen could hold people, it was gloomy inside, so staying in the box was more comfortable.
Penelope went home a few days before school started. She would Apparate over by herself later.
After the Christmas holiday, Penelope enrolled in the Apparition class, and she had now mastered it and passed the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Transportation examination.
Arriving at the pillar to enter Platform 9 3, the Ministry of Magic's patrol efforts today were noticeably much greater than in previous years.
"Ethan, how was your summer holiday?"
By the red train, Fred whistled at Ethan.
"Not bad, made a little money. Was Egypt fun?"
Ethan and Cassandra walked over.
"To be honest, not very fun. It was a clear blue sky, but before we even reached the attractions, a sandstorm blew up. Whenever we went out, we were covered in sand."
Fred sighed. This trip was truly not enjoyable.
"Alright! I understand the situation. I'll be more careful if I go next time."
Ethan was still very interested in Egypt. The magiccivilization there should still be relatively developed. Many Animals originated there, and there were also books like 'The Emerald Tablet'.
18 If he had time, Ethan would still go there.
"To be honest, I don't recommend you go. Even when we entered the pyramids, we didn't see anything."
George shrugged. He had originally been very much looking forward to it.
Recently, a Pharaoh's tomb had just been discovered. Under Bill's guidance, George and Fred were even planning an adventure to see if they could find any ancient magic or artifacts.
The result, of course, was that they found absolutely nothing, which greatly disappointed them.
"What can you find in an open pyramid?"
"If you want to find something, go to those pyramids that haven't been opened or discovered yet. That's where the value is."
If it's open for public viewing, it means everything inside has been plundered, unless there are some hidden Chambers of Secrets or something; otherwise, they wouldn't find a thing.
"You're right, why didn't I think of that?"
Fred slapped his forehead. He should have explored deeper into the desert when he was in Egypt.
"Fred, George, did you take my rat tonic?"
Just as Ethan was talking to the Twin, Ron and Harrywalked over, looking furious.
The rat tonic he had bought at a high price in Diagon Alley a few days ago was gone from the table. The only ones in the house who could do such a thing were the Twin.
Percy was also within Ron's suspicion, but he didn't dare to jump in front of Percy now.
On the way there, he kept getting angrier the more he thought about it, until he finally couldn't hold back anymore and confronted the Twin.
"Why would we want your rat tonic? We don't even have rats!"
"Exactly, you'd better go look for it yourself!"
Fred and George felt bewildered. They liked pranks, but they wouldn't deny something they had done.
"Besides you, who else in our family could do something like this?"
Ron was unwilling to listen to their explanation.
"Maybe you should have looked at home before you left, instead of yelling. What reason would we have to take your rat tonic?"
Fred glanced at Ron and sighed. His temper was really getting stranger and stranger.
"Ethan, what are you all doing here?"
Hermione walked over, dragging her suitcase, with Crookshanks's cage on top. Only, the cage door was not closed.
"Ron's rat tonic is missing, and he thinks Fred and Georgetook it."
"Oh, I see! Well, let's go inside first!"
Hermione had no desire to deal with Ron's mess. It could be said that no one in Gryffindor had a good impression of him.
"Alright!"
With that, Ethan was about to lead the two girls onto the train.
"Gurgle!"
Suddenly, a strange sound came from behind Hermione, attracting everyone's attention.
Looking in the direction of the sound, Hermione's cat was crouching, its eyes sharply fixed on Ron, or more precisely, on the rat on Ron's person.
Suddenly, Crookshanks moved, darting out of the cage and pouncing directly towards Ron's chest.
"No! Crookshanks, stop!"
Hermione shrieked. She didn't know what was wrong with Crookshanks, why it would suddenly attack Ron.
Scabbers, whose rat head was poking out of Ron's pocket, also saw this scene. He knew that this cat's target was definitely himself.
He immediately scurried out of Ron's pocket and scurried madly the moment he landed, with Crookshanks in hot pursuit.
"Scabbers!"
Ron was also stunned by this sudden turn of events. He immediately shouted and then rushed after them.
But how could Ron catch up to a cat and a rat? In the blink of an eye, the cat and rat had run under the tracks, and Ron couldn't get down there.
"Granger, hurry up and get your cat back! Scabbers is very old, he definitely can't outrun a cat."
Ron came running back, somewhat exasperated.
His only friend left was Harry, but there were some things he couldn't even tell Harry, only confide in Scabbers.
This also made Ron value this rat especially much at this moment.
Hermione ignored Ron. She was also anxious, not knowing what had suddenly gotten into Crookshanks.
Finally, Scabbers was still cornered by Crookshanksagainst the wall. Their leg lengths were not on the same level; how could Scabbers outrun it without using terrain advantages?
A paw shot out like lightning, pinning Scabbers down, then bit the rat's head and shook it from side to side.
"No, Scabbers!"
Ron let out a pained sound, watching the scene before him in disbelief.
Ever since Scabbers went to Egypt, he had been listless upon returning, even his color had changed. It was hard to say if he would survive the year, so how could he endure being treated like this by a cat?
"Get away from him!"
Grabbing his bag, Ron violently smashed it towards Crookshanks. No matter what, he had to save Scabbers.
But with a cat's reaction speed, how could Ron hit it, let alone Crookshanks, who also had Kneazle blood?
Crookshanks, who had jumped aside to dodge the bag, put down Scabbers from its mouth, instead stepping on him with its paw, and crouched on the ground, growling menacingly at Ron.
Seeing that Scabbers was cornered and had no other choice, to prevent him from truly being exposed, Ethan had to intervene.
With both hands outstretched in mid-air, both Scabbersand Crookshanks flew uncontrollably towards Ethan, one in each hand.
One was placed in Hermione's arms, and the other was tossed to Ron.
Hermione took Crookshanks, who was still trying to pounce forward, and immediately stuffed him into the cage and locked the door.
Ron, looking at Scabbers, who had lost a lot of fur, angrily glared at Hermione.
"Watch your monster! Don't let it near Scabbers again! You'd better pray Scabbers is alright!"
After yelling, Ron carefully put Scabbers back into his pocket.
"Catching rats is its nature. Crookshanks didn't know this rat couldn't be caught. I'll educate him."
Hermione was also annoyed by Ron's attitude towards her cat, but ultimately, her cat had started it, so she lacked confidence at the moment.
"Alright, here's this bottle of Animals tonic for you. Didn't your rat tonic go missing?"
"Hagrid uses this kind for his Animals. The value of this bottle of Potion is enough to buy a hundred of your rats."
With that, Ethan directly tossed Ron a bottle of red Potion.
"I hope your Potion works!"
After taking the Potion, Ron and Harry walked away without looking back. He didn't dare to argue with Ethan.
He couldn't win a fight, nor could he out-talk him.
"Hey, was that really an Animals tonic you just gave him?"
Fred quietly asked Ethan. He knew that Ethan didn't have such a good temper, so how could he give Ron the Potionwhen Ron was acting so jumpy?
"It does have a certain tonic effect, but its main purpose is to induce, primarily to force Animals to mate."
"Hagrid wants to breed a new type of Animals, requiring a cross between Fire Crabs and Blast-Ended Skrewt, which is why he asked me to prepare this Potion."
Hagrid had told Ethan this when he wrote a letter some time ago. He had originally wanted to buy it in Diagon Alley, but couldn't find it.
That's why he asked Ethan. If it still didn't work, he was even prepared to go to the black market.
If everything developed smoothly, what Hagrid wanted to breed should be the Blast-Ended Skrewt.
"Will anything go wrong with this?"
"Rats eat it. Ron won't eat it himself. What could go wrong?"
"Scabbers is just a rat. He's very old, and probably doesn't have that kind of ability anymore. Even if he did, he'd only be able to find some wild rats outside."
Ethan waved his hand, saying indifferently.
"Alright, I also want to see what happens when Scabbersgoes into heat."
After hearing Ethan say that, Fred had no objections either. After all, it was just a rat.
Then the few of them boarded the train. When they passed a compartment, the Twin were called inside by Lee Jordan.
Ethan and the others continued further back. When they passed a compartment, they also saw Ron muttering incessantly, and next to him, a middle-aged man sleeping against the train wall, his clothes looking quite shabby.
About two compartments further back, Ethan, Cassandra, and the others walked in. Cho Chang and Luna were sitting inside.
Chapter 154: Gathering Dementors
"Did we arrive so quickly today?"
Cho Chang put down the book in her hand, feeling the train already slowing down, and looked at Ethan somewhat confused.
The Hogwarts Express was ridden several times a year. According to the usual timing, they should still be more than two hours away from Hogwarts.
Unless the Professors at the school had upgraded and renovated this old train during the summer holiday.
Otherwise, there would be no explanation for why the train was getting slower and slower, and now even showed signs of stopping.
"Still far away."
Cassandra glanced at the scenery outside the window. This was clearly not near a station.
Moreover, the weather had been quite clear not long ago, but now it was pouring rain. The train windows were a watery gray, visibility was extremely low, and the weather had changed too quickly. It was a bit unusual.
It wasn't just Ethan's side; the other young Wizards in other compartments also noticed the train slowing down.
Noisy sounds came from the carriages on both sides, with various discussions, mainly two: the train broke down and encountered Dark Wizards who were robbing it.
"Bang!" The carriage door was pulled open, and Penelopewalked in from outside.
"I just found something wrong while patrolling outside. There's something in the clouds outside, Ethan. Be careful later."
Penelope specifically came to warn him.
Because she had been patrolling the corridor, she had just seen something float past in the dark clouds, followed by strong winds and heavy rain.
By now, the train had slowed down, so something unexpected must have happened.
"Alright, I understand."
Ethan nodded, indicating that he knew.
The Dementor is coming!
Ethan had been looking forward to them for a long time.
"Hmm, then I'll continue to maintain order."
"And I don't know how the other Prefects have communicated with the Professors."
After speaking, Penelope was about to leave, but just then, with a jolt, the train stopped.
A clattering sound came from afar, probably a large amount of luggage falling from the luggage racks.
Immediately after, all the lights went out, and outside, it was overcast with pouring rain, with no light at all, and the entire train was plunged into darkness.
Penelope immediately cast a Sonorus on her throat and then walked out of the carriage.
"I am the Student Council President. Everyone, return to your carriages, do not run around, and do not panic."
However, the effect was not good. Few people listened to Penelope, and the whole scene remained chaotic.
There was no other way. Penelope could only go to find other Prefects to help maintain order. She clearly couldn't do it alone.
Ethan did not stop Penelope from leaving; instead, he used a Lightening Charm inside the carriage.
Even though her Patronus Charm was only half-baked now, her safety could still be guaranteed.
These Dementors were here to search for Sirius, under the control of the Ministry of Magic, and they dared not attack young Wizards without orders.
Harry, that was purely because of his special experience that the Dementor's lethality against him greatly increased. Otherwise, why were others fine when they saw Dementors?
"There really is something outside!"
Cho Chang suddenly recoiled.
Just now, she wiped the mist off the glass, preparing to see what Penelope was talking about, when she saw a cloaked dark shadow float past. This fellow was completely off the ground, just like the legendary thing.
"What is it?"
Luna, at this moment, was not afraid at all; instead, she was a bit excited.
"I… I don't know. It looks like a ghost, but much bigger than a ghost."
"It looks like a Dementor, but why would a Dementorappear here?"
Cassandra was also sitting by the window; she had seen it too.
"I've never seen a Dementor before. I heard they are the guards of Azkaban."
Luna was very excited; she was curious about everything she had never seen before.
"Luna, I think…"
Hermione had not finished speaking when she felt a chilling aura approach. The temperature in the carriage dropped several degrees instantly, and a bone-chilling coldness rose from the soles of her feet, directly stifling the words she was about to say.
Click, click!
The door, which Penelope had closed, was now slowly being opened. A withered hand, so thin that gray-white bones could be seen, rested on the door frame, slowly pulling it open.
Bone-chilling cold wind poured in from outside the door.
Under the bright lights in the carriage, everyone could clearly see the thing that entered.
It wore a cloak, was tall and large, almost touching the ceiling, and its face was completely hidden under the hood.
The part outside the cloak was gray-white, glowing eerily, seemingly covered in slime and spots, like something that had died and then rotted in water.
Hermione, who was already sitting by the door, fearfully squeezed closer to Ethan.
Suddenly, Ethan's entire demeanor changed, and his eyes became vertical dragon pupils. The Dementor, which had been staring intently at Ethan, suddenly bent over, its exposed white bone arms trembling.
A black and white halo flashed across the Dementor and then disappeared in the carriage.
"Ethan, did you catch it?"
Hermione looked at the suddenly disappeared Dementorand turned to look at Ethan. She also knew that Ethan had been practicing space magic during the summer, but she didn't know the specifics.
Now that the Dementor had suddenly disappeared, it must have been Ethan's doing.
"Yes, this Dementor is a good thing."
Ethan nodded affirmatively.
"It's… it's here again!"
The familiar chill struck again. Hermione grabbed Ethan's arm and pointed towards the direction outside the door.
At first, she was only afraid of its appearance, but when she faced the Dementor just now, Hermione felt all her happiness disappear, leaving only an empty shell.
Following the same pattern, the three Dementors that appeared this time were still collected by Ethan.
After all, practicing the Patronus Charm was not an overnight thing, especially for someone like him who struggled with the Patronus Charm. Perhaps he would have to sacrifice several Dementors along the way, so the more, the better at this moment.
It was unclear what was wrong; one Dementor after another disappeared in Ethan's carriage, but new ones would soon arrive.
So, his Animals attraction constitution was a Dementortrap, right!
"Ethan, are you sure this is okay?"
Unlike the others, Cassandra knew that even though Dementors were very unpopular, they could still be considered Ministry of Magic employees.
Collecting more than thirty of them at once, it would be strange if the Ministry of Magic didn't get angry!
"What could happen?"
"I'll just say I killed them later."
These were benefits delivered to his doorstep; how could he let them go?
"Ethan, you want to use Dementors to assist in practicing the Patronus Charm?"
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Cassandraexclaimed directly.
This method was very unconventional and very sinister.
If used well, it could indeed help one learn the Patronus Charm under immense pressure, but one mistake, and the soul would belong to the Dementor.
"That's right!"
"Don't you know this method is very dangerous?"
Cassandra frowned, looking at Ethan.
This sinister method had a death rate of over 30%.
Those with sequelae, who would never dare to see Dementors again, accounted for 50%.
And only 20% succeeded.
This was also why everyone knew about this method, but few used it; it was very easy to dig one's own grave.
"Risk and reward coexist. Otherwise, people like you and me might never learn the Patronus Charm in this lifetime."
Ethan spread his hands and said helplessly.
He had tried before, couldn't even cast the first stage of the Patronus Charm properly. Without some pressure, or cheating, he would never learn the Patronus Charm in this lifetime.
"Just learn the Patronus Charm, then. This magic only seems useful against Dementors and VoldyBat."
In Cassandra's opinion, this magic was a mere trifle, not very practical, only serving as a spell to prove one's identity, and Ethan didn't need it at all.
"The Patronus Charm is indeed not very strong, but if its definition is completely reversed, you'll see what effect it has."
magic in this world is closely related to the mind and emotions. A reversed Patronus Charm, one specifically born for killing, might be interesting.
But the prerequisite for further development is that you must know the Patronus Charm.
Just as Ethan and Cassandra were about to continue discussing, a rapid sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. These were not Dementors; those things floated when they walked.
Ethan and the others also stopped talking. After a while, two middle-aged Wizards wearing Auror uniforms arrived outside the door.
"Did many Dementors just enter here?"
One of them stepped forward and asked Ethan and the others.
His tone was quite polite; he recognized Ethan's identity, as well as Cassandra beside him. After all, the Worre Family's genius was quite famous in pure-blood circles.
"Indeed, quite a few Dementors came. When it tried to attack me, I counterattacked and eliminated them. Is there a problem?"
Ethan smiled, as if he had only done some trivial small matter.
"These Dementors were ordered to investigate whether there were any escaped prisoners on the Hogwarts Express. Why did you kill them?"
The Auror had a wry smile on his face. As the selected law enforcement officers, they were specifically responsible for supervising the Dementors this time, but now one-third of the Dementors were directly gone.
The punishment would definitely be unavoidable.
He didn't doubt whether Ethan could kill Dementors. At the Duelling Tournament, many Wizards had seen Ethan's control over Fiendfyre, and this matter was later publicized.
And Fiendfyre happened to be the magic that could easily burn Dementors to death.
Now, without seeing any burn marks, they could only imagine that Ethan's control was strong enough; otherwise, it wouldn't explain why dozens of Dementors suddenly disappeared.
"We didn't know that the Dementors were ordered to investigate whether there were any escaped prisoners on the Hogwarts Express. It appeared in our carriage and made our bodies uncomfortable. According to regulations, when life is threatened, one can counterattack."
"That's true, but dozens is too much."
A few could be explained away, but dozens would clearly show a reduction in the number of Dementors, impossible to hide.
They didn't particularly like Dementors either; they used to be from two different systems, but Fudge ordered them to do this, so what could they do?
"You just report it as such. We didn't know the message; there must have been a problem with the communication from above."
"Alright, we will report truthfully!"
Sighing, the two Aurors retreated, and incidentally closed the door for Ethan.
They had no choice but to face Ethan. Could they really arrest him?
Even if they did, he would still be in the right, and they would be the ones in trouble.
Chapter 155: The Effect Ethan Brought
Without the Dementors' obstruction, the Hogwarts Express restarted.
Ethan and the others continued to discuss the Dementorissue. The atmosphere in the carriage was quite good, while other carriages were somewhat silent at the moment.
Apparently, everyone had not yet recovered from the fear of the Dementors just now.
The rest of the journey was uneventful, except that the train was slightly delayed due to the Dementors.
Finally, the train stopped steadily, and Ethan and the others followed the crowd out of the train.
Arriving on the platform, many young Wizards shivered. Coming from the warm carriage to the outside, they only felt the biting cold, and the sky was pouring bone-chchilling rain.
Ethan didn't feel much, as his physical fitness had already surpassed Animals; how could he be affected by a little rain and cold?
However, he still added a "Warmth Charm" and a "Waterproof Charm" to himself and Cassandra.
Using an umbrella in light rain could be considered romantic, but choosing to use an umbrella in a downpour instead of a spell to ward off rain meant one was crazy.
"First-year students, over here!"
A familiar voice sounded from the side. Hagrid stood on the other side of the platform, calling out to the panicked new students.
As usual, Hagrid had to lead them to retrace the founders' path.
As for Ethan and the others, they walked directly towards another rough, muddy path, where over a hundred Thestral carriages were waiting.
Riding in the Thestral carriages, upon entering the Hogwarts gates, there were two Dementors standing guard, one on the left and one on the right.
When everyone got off the carriages, just as they were about to head to the Great Hall.
Draco walked over with a concerned look, directly bypassing Ethan and stopping Harry and Ron.
"Poor Potter, I heard you fainted from the Dementor. Are you feeling alright? Nothing wrong with you, right?"
Hearing Draco say that, the two bodyguards behind him laughed in perfect sync.
This immediately prompted most of the Slytherinstudents to laugh, and even many from the other three houses joined in.
For a moment, the entire area was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
After all, everyone had faced the Dementor, but only Harry had fainted, and he also had the identity of the Savior.
"Draco, are you here to pick a fight?!"
Ron immediately pulled out his wand. For some reason, he now pulled out his wand at the slightest provocation.
"I just spoke a little truth. Is that not allowed? Everyone knows this, don't they?!"
Draco gave Ron a provocative look, then turned to the crowd behind him.
This summer, his father took him to get a new wand, using Galleons to acquire Ollivander's wand with a Horned Serpent core.
After all, it was a business, and although they were dedicated to choosing the most suitable Wizard for each wand, there were always exceptions. For example, some young Wizards might not approve of their wand, which would require a change, and then there were those who used money and power to get what they wanted.
With a new wand, Draco found it much easier to use Dark Arts. He had learned Sectumsempra and now, even without relying on his equipment, he was confident he could pin Ron to the ground.
"Harry was attacked by a Dementor, that's why he fainted, do you know that?"
Ron's chest was heaving with anger. If it weren't for the crowd, he would have made a move.
Every time he encountered him, it was bad news.
"Attacked? He was given a kiss, right? I know that's used to execute criminals."
"So Potter is a Ministry of Magic criminal!"
Draco looked at Ron and Harry with an arrogant expression.
The feud had already been established when Harryrefused to be his friend and chose Weasley instead.
The surrounding young Wizards were in no hurry to go to the Great Hall. After all, the annual opening ceremony was always the same; watching the excitement here was much more interesting.
"You…"
Ron's face turned red with anger, and his hand holding the wand trembled.
He wasn't very articulate to begin with, and at this moment, he couldn't find any good way to retort.
"What are you all doing gathered here?"
A gentle voice came from behind the crowd.
Everyone turned around and saw a thin Wizard with somewhat graying hair emerge from a Thestral carriage, carrying a tattered box in his hand and wearing a patched robe.
Professor Lupin had originally intended to wait until the students had left before coming out, but now that Harrywas in trouble, and being James's son, he couldn't possibly not help him.
"Professor, we're fine, just chatting."
Draco gave Professor Lupin an arrogant glance and walked towards the Great Hall without looking back.
He knew that getting into a conflict with a Professor was not a good choice.
"This Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor, how long do you think he'll last?"
Turning his head, Draco started talking about Professor Lupin with his two cronies, his tone full of malice.
Following the flow of people, Ethan and the others arrived at the Great Hall. Today, the Great Hall's ceiling was a dark and cloudy sky, which perfectly matched the theme of the coming years, given the constant presence of Dementors.
"Potter, I need to see you!"
Standing at the very front, Professor McGonagall shouted to Harry across the crowd.
This was just a small interlude and didn't affect anyone else. Everyone skillfully went to their house tables and sat down.
Soon, Dumbledore also walked in with the Professors. This year's sorting ceremony was still hosted by Professor McGonagall.
However, there was nothing that caught Ethan's attention. The only impression he had was that Daphne's sister, Astoria, was quite cute, better than her sister, and was still sorted into Slytherin.
As for the others, none of them were worth a second glance from Ethan.
"Welcome!"
Dumbledore stood up. Now it was his time!
"Welcome back to Hogwarts!"
"I have a few things I need to tell you all, one of which is very important, so I want to make it clear before you enjoy your delicious meal and your minds become muddled…"
Dumbledore cleared his throat again and continued:
"Our school has recently welcomed several Dementors from Azkaban. They have been dispatched by the Ministry of Magic to perform official duties. I presume you are all aware of this, as they have already searched the Hogwarts Express."
At this, the young Wizards below erupted. Although they had just enjoyed mocking Harry, the news of Dementors coming to Hogwarts was not something to be happy about.
Just facing them earlier had felt suffocating. If they had to live with them every day, could they bear it?
"Quiet!"
"They are stationed at every entrance to the school. I must make it clear that while they are here, no one is allowed to leave the school without permission. No tricks, schemes, or disguises can fool a Dementor—not even an Invisibility Cloak."
At this, most of the gazes in the Great Hall focused on Ethan.
They knew there was a compartment where the Dementors went in but never came out, and that compartment was where Ethan sat.
Could it be true that no method could fool a Dementor?
One by one, they weren't entirely convinced. Perhaps Ethan wasn't lying; he might have just directly killed the Dementors. They could ask him later if he knew any methods to deal with Dementors.
Previously, there was no reaction because they were already numb. He had done too many things, so he couldn't be treated as a student, otherwise, they would become reclusive themselves.
Dumbledore also noticed the actions of the young Wizards below, took a deep breath, and continued:
"Dementors by nature do not understand reasoning or pleas. Therefore, I remind everyone present not to give them any reason to harm you. I hope the Prefects and our newly elected Head Boy and Head Girl will ensure that no student comes into conflict with a Dementor."
After saying this, Dumbledore looked around the Great Hall very seriously. He also did not wish for Dementors to come to Hogwarts, but since they were here now, he could only minimize the harm they caused as much as possible.
"That topic is over; let's move on to something lighter."
"I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to our staff this term."
At this point, Dumbledore's expression changed from serious to a smiling face.
"First, Professor Lupin, who has kindly agreed to fill the vacancy for Defense Against the Dark Arts Class."
However, the young Wizards below were quite unappreciative, with only a few scattered claps, mostly from Harry and his friends.
After all, Professor Lupin's appearance was quite poor, wearing a patched Wizard robe, looking somewhat out of place among the Professors.
However, Ethan noticed the twisted expression on Snape's sallow, thin face. It wasn't just anger; it was hatred.
As one of the original Marauders, Snape's hatred for Professor Lupin was definitely second only to James's.
After all, one of their pranks almost got Snape bitten to death by Professor Lupin.
"As for our second new teacher, Rubeus Hagrid, he has agreed to accept this teaching position in addition to his duties as gamekeeper."
Again, there was a scattering of applause, with only a few Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs clapping, as most Wizards discriminated against half-bloods.
And although Hagrid had worked at Hogwarts for so many years, apart from welcoming new students each year, he had no interaction with most other young Wizards; he was like an invisible person.
But many young Wizards, upon seeing Ethan also start to applaud, spontaneously joined in the applause.
From Ravenclaw all the way to Slytherin, then Hufflepuffand Gryffindor, everyone applauded, and the atmosphere became exceptionally warm.
Hagrid's face flushed with excitement as he watched the scene below.
"Alright, that's all for the important matters."
"Now, let the feast begin!"
As Dumbledore's words fell, the four house tables were filled with delicious food and drinks.
Only now did everyone's fear of the Dementors subside somewhat.
Until the end of the banquet, everyone walked towards their respective dormitories under the guidance of the Prefects.
"Ethan, stay for a moment!"
Dumbledore stood on the stage, smiling as he spoke to Ethan.
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Chapter 156: Dementor Assisted Practice
At this moment, only Ethan and Dumbledore remained in the Great Hall.
"Ethan, you did well on the train!"
Dumbledore first gave his affirmation, as he also disliked Dementors. If it weren't for the Ministry of Magic's strict demands, he would never have allowed Dementors in.
"But don't do such things again in the future. Fudge has spoken to me, and he is very angry about your independent actions."
Ethan knew it was about the Dementors. After all, with the school year just beginning, even if he wanted to cause trouble, he couldn't at this moment.
"Principal, I only found out afterwards that Dementors are Ministry of Magic employees, responsible for tracking down fugitives on the Hogwarts Express. You know, I'm Muggle-born, and I was completely unaware of these things."
"According to regulations, even young Wizards can cast spells outside school if they encounter danger. And when facing Dementors, I felt my life was in danger. I believe I did nothing wrong."
Ethan, of course, couldn't admit it now.
"That's what I told Fudge too, but whether you were truly in mortal danger, you know best. I'm just telling you, don't harm Dementors again, or else it will be difficult to explain later."
As for Ethan's strength, Dumbledore could discern a bit from his outward appearance. It would be a miracle if he felt his life was threatened by a Dementor; he absolutely did it on purpose, "accidentally."
Fudge was furious when he spoke to him. If he couldn't find a reason, he would have stormed into Hogwarts.
Offending a Minister of magic for no reason would not benefit Ethan in the future.
"I know. If the Dementors don't provoke me later, I won't provoke them either."
Explain? To whom would I explain?
If he wanted to kill a Dementor, who would ever find out?
However, the Dementors were certainly sufficient now, so there was no need to engage in kidnapping anymore.
"I hope so!"
Dumbledore shook his head. He could tell that Ethan was not an honest person.
Since his enrollment, he had constantly caused trouble for himself.
"By the way, Principal, why did you let the Dementors into Hogwarts?"
"I just heard some young Wizards say that you also didn't want Dementors to enter the campus."
Ethan felt quite speechless about Dumbledore's personality. He was the most powerful person in the Wizarding World today, and also the one with the greatest prestige.
Yet, he could compromise under the coercion of the Minister for Magic. He truly didn't know what he was thinking. The same happened later when Umbridge came to Hogwarts; it was also a result of compromise.
Even if he didn't want to be the Minister for Magic, supporting a Wizard close to him to become Ministerwould work!
Dumbledore wouldn't even need to manipulate anything; as long as he publicly expressed support for someone to be elected Minister for Magic, it would likely happen.
"I am merely the Principal of Hogwarts, and Fudge is the Minister."
Dumbledore also felt somewhat helpless. He didn't want this either, but the creed he had set for himself was not to participate in any politics.
He was also afraid that if he participated in politics and interfered with the Ministry of Magic, once his ambition swelled, he would become the greatest trouble for the Wizarding World.
The time he spent with Grindelwald still echoed in his mind, and he still hadn't forgotten the phrase "for the greater good."
If he were to touch power again, Dumbledore couldn't guarantee that he could restrain himself a second time.
"You are the Principal of Hogwarts, so you must be responsible for the students and Professors."
Ethan didn't care what Dumbledore thought, but what he could see was his constant compromising.
"You are right."
Dumbledore sighed. He also understood this principle.
But comparing the two, he still chose to continue restraining himself.
Hogwarts was a cage; once broken free, everything would become uncontrollable.
At that time, he might even join forces with Grindelwaldand find a way for both of them to return to their peak, fighting once more for the greater good. All of this was possible.
If that really happened, and Lord Voldemort hadn't been dealt with yet, the Wizarding World would face two even bigger problems, and they wouldn't be confined to Great Britain alone.
Thinking of this, Dumbledore's headache worsened.
Lord Voldemort was indeed left with only a wisp of his soul, and his loyal Death Eaters were now imprisoned in Azkaban.
But now there was an illegal organization, the Witch Heart Society, that gathered Dark Wizards, and since they acted so wantonly in Knockturn Alley, the Ministry of Magic didn't dare to act rashly.
According to the information received, the destruction of the Werewolf community was also related to this new organization, the Witch Heart Society.
It truly was a time of trouble, with everything happening at once.
If Lord Voldemort resurrected and allied with this organization, could Harry still be the Savior?
Dumbledore himself couldn't guarantee that.
According to the Aurors' descriptions, this Death Eaterwas proficient in the Three Unforgivable Curses, and even if his strength wasn't equal to Dumbledore's or Lord Voldemort's, it was definitely at the top level of the Wizarding World, far surpassing the Professors of Hogwarts.
...
After parting with Dumbledore, Ethan returned directly to Ravenclaw Tower.
It was fine that Dumbledore wasn't willing to make changes; Ethan had originally wanted to see what would happen if he clashed with Fudge.
After all, the bigger the waves, the more valuable the fish!
If the waters weren't thoroughly stirred, how could Ethan fish?
"Ethan, quick, tell us, how did you deal with the Dementors?"
As soon as he returned to the dormitory, his three silly roommates pounced on him, surrounding Ethan with excited expressions.
On the Hogwarts Express, the three of them were also in the same carriage, and while they didn't faint like Harry, they felt extreme fear when facing the Dementors, as if their hearts were about to stop. If the Dementors hadn't left on their own, it wouldn't have been impossible for them to wet their pants.
They originally thought they would be safe after arriving at Hogwarts, but who knew that Dementors occupied it as well? They would have to live with Dementors from now on, and if they couldn't find a way to deal with them, they wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully.
"The Patronus Charm, that's the best way to deal with Dementors. Besides that, there's only Dark Arts."
"For example, this!"
As Ethan spoke, a flame ignited in his hand, emitting terrifying high temperatures. His roommates couldn't help but gulp just by looking at it.
"I know about the Patronus Charm; it's a very difficult ancient defensive magic to learn."
Gene, born into a Wizard family, naturally knew about this magic. Unfortunately, even his own parents couldn't cast it, let alone him.
He had only heard them mention it when they said that if they had learned the Patronus Charm back then, their positions might have been promoted, and he had asked them about it.
"I have the learning method here, but I haven't learned it myself, so I can't teach you."
Ethan tossed over a piece of parchment. This magicwasn't a secret; it was available in the Hogwarts library, but few people learned it, and even fewer mastered it.
Ethan had already memorized all this information and didn't need it anymore.
"Thanks!"
Terry quickly reached out to catch it, then began to read it with the other two.
Ethan didn't pay attention, as he hadn't even figured it out himself yet.
The moment he pushed open the door and stepped out of the dormitory, a blue light door appeared before Ethan. Ethan stepped directly into it without stopping.
Then Ethan and the blue light door vanished together in the corridor.
First, he restored the shrunken portable suitcase to its original size and let Nagini out.
Later, if she wanted to move around inside Hogwarts, she would have to take Polyjuice Potion and transform into Cassandra or one of them to go out.
A moment later, Ethan's wizard mailbox began to flash.
Ethan checked it and saw that Cassandra had already arrived at Ravenclaw Tower. Ethan directly used his authority to let her in.
Cassandra was the first, and soon Ethan's wizard mailboxflashed again. Following the same method, Ethan brought everyone over.
Their entry method was the same: first, contact via wizard mailbox, then Ethan would use his authority to let them in.
While still on the Hogwarts Express, after Cassandraexplained the dangers of learning the Patronus Charmwith Dementors to Cho Chang and the others, they requested that they not practice alone and that they had to be present.
"Now that you're all here, can I start?" Ethan said helplessly after glancing at Cassandra and the others.
"Alright, we'll watch you!"
Penelope came to Ethan's side. If Ethan failed, she would be the one to expel the Dementors.
Although she was still in the first stage and helpless against multiple Dementors, when there was only one, her silver-white mist was quite effective.
Penelope had already tried it on the Hogwarts Express.
Opening a corner of Nibelungen, Ethan directly pulled out a Dementor.
Under the gaze of the girls, Ethan looked up at the Dementor's face and approached it.
But to everyone's surprise, the Dementor trembled and retreated.
"Use your ability, absorb my happiness, understand?" Ethan threatened the Dementor in front of him with a flame in his hand.
Seeing the flame that could burn souls, the Dementorquickly nodded.
It had never seen such a request in its life, being threatened to absorb someone's happiness.
With the Dementor's cooperation, Ethan only felt the surrounding temperature drop slightly, becoming cold and damp.
However, his happiness wasn't absorbed, nor did he feel sadness or pain; there was no difference from facing a Dementor on the Hogwarts Express.
Was it because his magic resistance was a bit high?
After all, Ethan had the magic Resistance trait, which improved with his physical fitness, and he had also consumed Magic Blood and sublimated it once.
Now Ethan's magic resistance was even higher than a Dragon's, so it was normal for the Dementor to have little effect.
Sighing, Ethan immediately ignored the Dementor's disgusting appearance, took two steps forward, and went directly under the Dementor.
At this moment, Ethan finally felt a trace of emotion, starting to feel a bit lost and dejected.
And as the cold air exhaled from the Dementor's mouth hit his face, this feeling became increasingly obvious, bringing Ethan a sense of deathly desolation.