Ethan's approach to dealing with the baby dragon was rather human-like.

Chapter 101 Ethan's approach to dealing with the baby dragon was rather human-like.

Platform 9¾.

"Mingyi"

The dark red steam train emitted a low, urgent whistle.

Ethan, carrying a suitcase refilled with snacks, clothes, and carving tools, adjusted his hat brim towards Luna:

"See you this summer, Luna, I really should get on the bus now."

Ethan glanced at Luna, who was clutching his cuff.

"Otherwise, I'd have to ride a three-headed dog all the way to school—hmm, that would be pretty impressive."

"Then use the Disillusionment Charm to make my head invisible, and we can have a thrilling chase on the Hogwarts Express."

Of course, it will also exhaust you.

Ethan chose the latter: to comfortably curl up in his seat, eat snacks, and enjoy the scenery, rather than awkwardly trying to look sophisticated.

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Luna pursed her lips, a hint of melancholy flashing in her eyes.

But soon, a smile appeared on his face, and he said cheerfully:

"Alright then, I'll stay home and read while I wait for you."

"The book you gave me is so interesting! I think I could spend the whole day in my recliner with it."

Luna was referring to the birthday present Ethan gave her.

A thick children's book.

I found it in a hidden antique bookstore on Professor Flitwick's recommendation.

This book is as thick as the Oxford Dictionary and as heavy as a brick.

For Ethan and Luna, it's just something they can look at.

The most amazing thing is that the main characters in it are all independent.

Even if someone dies in a story, they come back to life when you turn the page.

They chattered and complained about why they had to write it out so drastically.

very interesting.

What Luna gave Ethan was a portrait of Ethan that she had painted herself.

Although his drawing skills were rudimentary, he depicted Ethan as a humanoid creature that had just crawled out of hell.

But if you look closely, you'll find that the painting is made up of the letters "Ethan Vincent" repeated thousands of times.

A beautiful gold chain was tied to the picture frame, with the word "friend" written countless times in gold ink.

Ethan felt that this work of art was worth more than a mountain of gold or silver.

This is the power of friendship!

By the way.

His other friends at Hogwarts also gave him gifts.

Harry gave him a set of paintbrushes that could clean themselves.

Ron was a big bag of dark chocolate—he remembered Ethan didn't like things that were too sweet.

A note was attached, which read:

[Thank you for winning the challenge! I got a new wand! Willow, 14 inches, unicorn tail hair! It's a hundred times better than the old one!]

Hermione's book is "The Origins of Classical Art," which is quite in line with her personality.

In fact, most of the gifts Ethan received were books about art.

It seems like everything is substituted into the equation "Ravenclaw + Painting = Art Books".

Ethan gave Harry a special gift—a painting of Lily.

However, some anti-addiction measures have been added.

If someone stares at the painting for more than thirty minutes, the gentle Lily in the painting will suddenly turn into a devil and reach out to slap the person looking at it.

Several days passed before Harry replied to him.

He expressed his love for the painting with trembling handwriting.

He regretfully noted that he was admiring the painting in the auditorium when Snape unfortunately saw it.

The inherently evil Snape immediately confiscated the painting and deducted ten points from Gryffindor's grade for "possessing contraband."

The next day, for some reason, Snape's face was swollen on one side.

Ethan:

The mountain has nothing to do with Ethan; Ethan knows nothing about it. "Chirp!"

A plume of steam billowed from the locomotive, and the doors were about to close.

"Bye, Luna, I'll write to you."

Ethan laughed and reached out to tease the now very aloof owl, Carrot.

"Bye-bye-Ethan-"

Luna bounced and swayed her slender arms on the platform.

"Coo coo!"

The owl on my shoulder flapped its wings.

Ethan leaned out the window and waved goodbye as well.

He waited until the train turned a corner and disappeared from sight before shrinking back, his face beaming with a wide grin.

So this is what it feels like to be seen off.

It feels so good to see someone go.

Ethan muttered.

A student passing by tripped and fell on his backside in fright.

Life after returning to school is simple yet fulfilling.

Ethan plans to prepare all the "accessories" for the mural before assembling them under the trapdoor.

After all, he can't possibly run back and forth between the two places every day.

That would be both conspicuous and troublesome.

One day, Old Deng might grab him by the collar and question him about what kind of wonderful little surprise this innocent little painter is up to now.

In the planning stage.

The mural's accessories include: a sculpted model of the ancient city of Sein, a living armored summon (a common monster), and a final boss.

Ethan considered whether to let Cerberus take on this honor.

But I always feel like something's missing.

"The final boss must be able to protect the entire ancient city and make Quirrell smile with joy at the mere sight of him."

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Ethan hesitated, still undecided.

Since the start of the school year.

As soon as Quirrell saw him, he started trembling like Pavlov's dog.

Please, he doesn't have a switch on.

To appease the poor Professor Quirrell, Ethan would always give him a bright smile.

Then, she watched with pleasure as he became terrified and trembled even more violently.

Living Armor

[Type: Portrait]

[Rank: Tier 1, White Rare]

[Description: This road is blocked]

[Effect: A common summon that consumes mana to summon multiple suits of armor, each capable of wielding different weapons; it can act autonomously or be controlled by mana.]

[Comment: There are familiar faces here.]

"Perfect."

Ethan looked at the cards in his hand with satisfaction.

One of the paintings depicts an armored knight with a long sword at his side, exuding an imposing and righteous aura.

At first glance, it perfectly matches the ancient city of murals, which resemble the rising sun.

For some reason, after Ethan finished painting, all the armored figures ran around him.

Some were even unable to dodge in time and crashed into the wall, breaking themselves apart.

He must have been moved by his own painstaking academic spirit.

Ethan thought to himself, feeling embarrassed.

After a Quidditch match.

One afternoon, a letter was delivered to Ethan.

Is it Luna?

Obviously not.

This letter—or rather, this note—was hastily written in neat handwriting:

"Could you please come to Hagrid's cabin right now? Hermione Granger"

Hagrid's cabin?

What happened?

When Ethan opened a portal and flew there at top speed, he immediately knew what had happened.

All the curtains were drawn tightly shut, and a suffocating heat swept out from the doorway.

A black creature, about the size of an arm, was shaking its head and wagging its tail on Hagrid's table, sweeping all the empty brandy bottles onto the floor.

A baby Norwegian Spinosaurus.

Professor Quirrell's "acceptance fee" to Hagrid.

Ethan was like a rag doll; the moment the door opened, Hagrid yanked him inside.

The latter seemed surprised by his arrival and nervously peered out through the crack in the window.

Ethan Rili's collar was tugged and wrinkled.

Under the tense and uneasy gazes of Harry, Hagrid, he spoke gently:

"I'm going to tell Dumbledore."

Hagrid: !!

"No, no! Please don't! I'm sorry, I was too hasty and a bit rough—"

The massive Hagrid looked helplessly at his fingers.

Ethan laughed and said, "I was just kidding."

The group looked at Ethan's unchanging smile and couldn't tell which of his words were true.

Harry spoke first, changing the subject, "Um, Ethan, we called you over to get your opinion—you've seen what's going on here."

Ethan looked at the little black dragon's babbling and frowned in disgust, saying without any mercy:

"So ugly."

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Hagrid was horrified, as if he had never known that anyone in the world would eat rabbits.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione, on the other hand, showed expressions of satisfaction.

Finally, someone spoke up.

Harry: "Sorry, we didn't mean to hide it from you. We didn't want you to get involved in any trouble."

"But there's really no other way now. Hagrid doesn't want to let it go, but his cabin will be burned to the ground sooner or later—and keeping this thing—keeping a dragon is illegal."

Ron: "We'd like to send it to my brother, but we'd also like to hear your opinion," Hermione said.

The last sentence was muttered by Ron.

Hermione, standing to the side, blushed and pretended to be roasted by fire, constantly fanning herself with her hands.

Ethan stared at the ugly thing, raising his eyebrows.

Although he really wanted to paint a picture of a dragon, he felt there wasn't much to paint in a young dragon...

Just then, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared!

Yes! Dragon!

Ethan's eyes widened, and he felt a surge of excitement welling up inside him!

He knows what he needs to be the final boss of the ancient city with murals!

That's a dragon!!

The dragon itself is enormous, and its sharp claws and fangs, soaring wings and scorching breath naturally bring people a great sense of oppression!

What's more, if Quirrell were to see that the final boss is actually a very familiar Norwegian Spinosaurus.

He'll probably faint from happiness!

However, this black dragon cub was not suitable.

Not majestic or imposing enough.

Harry spoke up: "So—Ethan, what do you think?"

Ethan looked up, meeting the curious and expectant gazes around him, and smiled slightly:

"Of course we can't raise this baby dragon alone."

Hagrid cried out in anguish.

Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

That's great, Ethan thought so too.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, staring at Ethan, sensing something was amiss.

Ethan: "So, we need to find a female dragon to raise it."

Perfectly suited, a ferocious adult female dragon could serve as the perfect boss in his mural.

This statement came out.

*Pfft!* *Cough cough cough!!!*

A violent coughing fit immediately filled the small house!

Harry and Ron, panting, looked at Ethan with the eyes of someone who had just gone mad.

Even Hagrid was completely dumbfounded.

Only Hermione smiled, thinking with reverence in her heart:

As expected, Ethan is truly extraordinary.

It can offer a method that completely defies normal thinking patterns from another human perspective!