Final Preparations Before the War! Minister Scrimgeour: I only trust you, Connie Rozier

Chapter 455 Final Preparations Before the War! Minister Scrimgeour: I only trust you, Connie Rozier

In an instant.

A terrifying, extremely ominous premonition rushed down his spine, sending chills down the old professor's spine!

No, impossible.

Creating life, or even creating a small world...

That's a power that only Merlin possesses.

Does Ethan want to become—

"How long do you anticipate taking to research the Bleeding Curse potion?"

Slughorn shuddered and turned his head in horror to meet those diamond-blue eyes.

His throat tightened, and he said tremulously, "Yes, there is a Ravenclaw crown, it should be available in about three or four years."

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"Very good." Ethan nodded and smiled. "Get it done within two months."

Slughorn:

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Then why are you asking me?

"Of course, I'll help too." Ethan patted the old professor on the shoulder, "And our respected 'Half-Blood Prince'—pfft!"

Slughorn: ?

Does our school have another potion master with such a cringeworthy name?

At this time.

Miss Helena floated over and glanced at the old professor.

He leaned close to Ethan and whispered:

You have truly purified my mother's crown... Thank you. I will keep our promise, Your Excellency Vincent.

I will guide you to a hidden place, unknown to anyone today, the legendary secret heart of Hogwarts.

"it is good."

Ethan's eyes lit up, and he replied.

"But...please be prepared." Helena straightened her back and said with her hands at her sides, "As I warned you before, the core is not complete..."

Rather, it's more accurate to say that it's no longer functional.

That was already the core of a furnace, long since cooled down.

"The furnace core has already cooled down..."

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Ethan murmured, a sudden inspiration striking him as he thought of the new content in the Necronomicon: the Ritual of the Frontier Map.

High-level paintings are like applying protection to the surface of Hogwarts.

However, if we want to fundamentally change Hogwarts and make it an even more formidable building than the Goblin Fortress, then...

Then we have to start with the furnace.

One is on the surface, the other on the inside; they support each other.

But the key point is...

The lack of "firewood" is the root of everything.

Helena: [From my observation, the furnace lost its effectiveness because it ran out of fuel over a thousand years.]

Ethan: "What kind of fuel did you use back then?"

Helena: [Sorry, I'm not entirely sure either... but the concentration of magic a thousand years ago far exceeded that of now. It's probably difficult to find sufficient fuel now.]

Ethan lowered his head, lost in thought and remained silent.

indeed.

A thousand years ago, magic could move mountains and seas; now, you can get praised for skillfully casting a levitation spell.

Hufflepuff's golden cup could power the Founding Giant, but Hogwarts Castle was many times larger than a giant.

"If they could really find it, Dumbledore wouldn't have left it unattended," Ethan sighed softly, his eyes deep. "Is there only one way...?"

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That is to use the Map of the Frontier ritual to activate the core.

With the aid of complex spells.

The requirements for fuel, or "firewood," can be relaxed somewhat.

All that's needed is to sacrifice a believer with profound magical power.

"Fate, you are so cruel!"

Ethan finally looked up and shouted in an exaggerated aria.

The flames, forged from the corpses, surged forth.

"Anyway, let's go down and take a look first."

Ethan thought to himself, glancing at the bewildered old professor, and said in a deep voice, "A great battle is imminent, and we must make the most of everything we have. I have a feeling that the Blood Curse Potion is the key to breaking this deadlock!"

"Is that so?"

"Yes. I will use this short break to prepare everything for the school as well as possible."

Even with the lack of firewood for the Map of the Frontier ritual, Ethan still planned to inscribe the spell first.

So that it can be activated immediately if things take a turn for the better.

Ethan turned his head, his cobalt blue eyes gazing out the window into the distance, and said in a deep voice, "The Ministry of Magic, Death, Voldemort's remnants... Soon, the greatest battle in the history of Hogwarts, no, the wizarding world, will begin!"

"And my goal is to lead everyone into a glorious new era, leaving no one behind!"

Dumbledore, Fred (one of the twins), Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks... and the students and Aurors who left no name.

Why should normal wizards suffer major blows and pain when evil invades?

By what right can evil act with such impunity?

Why?!

"This time, I will change my destiny!"

Ethan clenched his fists, and a dazzling light shot from his azure eyes!

"I will never allow light and justice to be trampled upon. As the guiding light of the world, I will surely paint the most perfect future!!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, a ray of dawn seemed to be awakened, rising from the edge of the night.

Sprinkled on Ethan's forehead, it was as if he were wearing a golden crown.

"5

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Helena and Professor Slughorn were both stunned and stood frozen in place.

The old professor, mouth agape, his heart brimming with power, was almost for the first time invigorated by simple words!

My heart was pounding in my chest!

"Everyone survived...everyone survived..."

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Slughorn lowered his head, and before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.

He forced a smile and sighed hoarsely, "Ah... if only you had appeared more than ten years earlier."

With this great and enlightened leader around.

Lily, maybe she wouldn't have to die then.

Taking a few deep breaths, Slughorn calmed himself, his chubby face straightening as he firmly declared, "I will definitely develop a blood curse potion within two months, Headmaster!"

"I assure you in the name of my family!"

What a bizarre and terrifying creation experiment, yet it was a birth that was clearly full of love and light!

Helena looked at the old professor, who in the blink of an eye had become so determined (blindly) and seemingly foolish, and couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

Is this the power of Ravenclaw's Light?

Mother, are you happy now?

However, it is indeed great.

Helena gave a barely perceptible smile.

While Hogwarts was busy with "preparations for war,"

Other forces are also stirring up trouble in the shadows.

British Ministry of Magic.

"Bang!"

Minister Scrinzer has blown up his own desk for who knows how many times.

Scratching his hair, his eyes bloodshot, he muttered, "Failed again...failed again!!"

"I never imagined there was a mole among those Germans. They handed over a weapon that could have won in one fell swoop to Ethan!!!"

...I should have realized this sooner. Ethan had close ties with members from both Germany and France back in the Goblet of Fire...I can no longer trust anyone else."

Minister Scrimgeour raised his head, staring intently at the Auror standing with his hands behind his back, and said hoarsely, "You're the only one I can trust."

"Miss Connie Rozier."