Who put this weird thing in the magazine?!

"call……"

Ethan took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt completely drained.

However, he felt more satisfied with completing this extraordinary painting than with the physical exhaustion.

The scarlet paint flowed onto the paper, and Ethan took a deep sniff of the paint, which had a mixed smell of rust.

Perhaps because it was taken from animals, the paint makes the picture look more realistic.

"I can't wait to see the next episode of 'Singing the Dissent'."

Ethan muttered to himself, carefully rolling up the painting and tying it to the owl's talons along with the reply.

"Thank you for your help."

Ethan rubbed the owl's round head with his fingers.

The latter gurgled contentedly, then spread its gray-blue wings and flew into the sky.

Watching it turn into a tiny black dot, until it was no longer visible.

Ethan looked away and focused on the subtitles that appeared on the system screen.

This was the first time he had obtained a painting with special effects.

"Using this painting will cause a slight red rash to appear at the point of contact with the recipient..."

"Although it doesn't seem very powerful at first glance, it is later said that if combined with the corresponding magic spell, the painting can be further upgraded."

Ethan pondered, his eyes gleaming with interest.

Combining spells with paintings is somewhat like alchemy, or those "living paintings" in Hogwarts!

After all, you can't create that lifelike effect just by drawing.

It's as if a part of a person's soul resides within it.

Ethan has no clue yet.

He plans to start by previewing the textbook.

In the original story, Hermione, who is Muggle-born, was able to learn several simple spells simply by previewing the textbook.

There's no reason why he can't do it.

"Let's wait until we get to Hogwarts for further research."

Just then, the textbooks I bought were also delivered via Owl Mail.

Ethan picked up "Standard Spells for Beginners," plopped down on the creaking sofa, and began reading with great interest, quickly becoming engrossed in it.

It's truly incomprehensible that with such amazing knowledge available, so many young wizards are able to resist looking at it or not doing any pre-reading.

The imprint of the King of Scrolls deep within my soul is burning fiercely.

……

after a while.

Headquarters of The Daily Prophet.

Rita Skeeter, wearing her reflective silk green bodysuit, swayed her large hips as she walked into the office building.

Her short, golden curly hair revealed her large forehead, and her bright red lips looked like they could swallow a child whole.

Her thin eyebrows were always raised, and her eyes gleamed with cunning and shrewdness, darting around as if she were constantly searching for a trigger.

Today is the release date of the new issue of "Singing the Dissent".

But Rita paid no attention to this.

Please, what kind of stuff is "Singing a Different Tune"?

It's full of absurd fabrications, and the people in it are all a bunch of stupid lunatics.

The published articles are not even a hair's breadth better than Rita Skeeter's.

After all, there are techniques to making things up, aren't there?

Thinking of this, Rita curled her lips into a smug smile, pondering what kind of article she would "make up" this time.

Judging by the time, the savior should be in school by now. Should I write about the tragic deaths of his parents?

The title is simply, "You are the unknown savior! What is the truth behind it all?"

Alternatively, it would be good to make a point about that little kid who sold paintings before.

Discuss his reckless actions, considering the appalling environment of Spider's End, and subtly allude to Snape, the former Death Eater and now a professor at Hogwarts...

Yes! This is definitely going to be a bombshell!

Rita's eyes gleamed, her tongue licking her crimson lips, and her shorthand pen dangling beside her, seemingly ready to be used.

Just then.

Rita suddenly noticed that her colleagues were gathered together, discussing something nervously.

Her eyes darted around, and she immediately walked up, leaning seductively on the table, forcefully interrupting the conversation:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"..."

The colleagues looked at each other in bewilderment.

Finally, someone handed her a magazine and said, "Take a look at this issue of 'Singing the Quibbles'..."

"The Quibbler?" Rita raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "What kind of earth-shattering garbage has it come up with this time that's making you all so excited?"

She casually took the magazine from her colleague, her gaze inadvertently glancing at that page.

The next second, a strong smell of blood hit us!

The rich, scarlet pigment flowed onto the paper as if it were real, and bright red blisters grew on the skin that resembled pork; some of them broke open, oozing pus and blood.

The distorted lines seem to tell the story of the suffering the person in the painting is going through.

Riding a flying broomstick for extended periods can lead to a condition called "broom rash." It's a bacterial infection that starts at the buttocks and gradually spreads upwards...

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

When Rita was shaken violently, she realized with horror that it was she who had let out that chilling scream.

At the same time, she also realized that she was violently scratching her buttocks and arms in front of a group of colleagues!

The exposed skin was covered with red marks.

"..."

An awkward silence followed.

Rita and her colleagues stared at each other, their faces burning red.

"What...what kind of weird thing is this!" Rita screamed in embarrassment and indignation. "No normal newspaper should allow something like this to appear in the public eye—"

Before she could finish speaking, she stopped on her own.

Oh, this is "Singing a Different Tune".

That's fine.

Another awkward silence ensued.

Her colleagues looked at her with feigned concern, but secretly they were secretly amused.

That fussy old witch finally got her comeuppance, hehe~

Rita bit her lower lip.

To lose one's composure because of a painting is an utter disgrace!

She stared at the painting again with a fierce look, instinctively shivering, and finally found the signature on the corner of the painting.

"Ethan Vincent...? Isn't that the kid who broke the Wizarding Secrets Act before?!"

Rita's eyes darted around, and she grinned, revealing the corners of her bright red lips.

In the next report, I'll write about just how weird this kid is.

He was about to go to Hogwarts, so he subtly expressed a sense of "unease"...

Nobody likes having a bad reputation before even starting school, right?

Hmph hmph~ I, Rita Skeeter, am truly a genius~

......

Ministry of Magic.

"That idiot Rita Skeeter!!"

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge slammed the newspaper onto his desk.

The headline that immediately catches the eye is: Justice vs. Evil? The Savior About to Enter School vs. the Evil Painter!

The following article features the bizarre illustration from the page of "Singing the Quibbles" and provides a detailed description.

This led to a surge in sales for that episode of "Singing the Dissent".

It even seems to be catching up with the Daily Prophet.

After all, it's human nature to be curious and enjoy watching others have fun.

What? Looking at this painting will drive you insane?

Then I'll have to savor it properly!

The Savior was already incredibly busy this year with so many things to do.

Now another one, "Ethan," has emerged and entered the public eye.

"That female reporter is really causing trouble!"

Fudge said angrily and immediately gave the order:

"Write to the Daily Prophet! Make them punish this irresponsible report!"

The subordinate nodded and picked up a pen to write a letter.

Fudge stared at the picture in the newspaper, and even though it was just a print, he felt goosebumps rise on his skin.

That's really weird.

Hogwarts is really brimming with talent this year.

Unfortunately, the article was published in a "serious" magazine aimed at wizards, leaving Fudge helpless against Ethan.

"...Alright, let's keep an eye on this kid's actions. The rest is up to Hogwarts."

In any case, nothing too serious should happen.

Right?

Fudge turned his head, looked out at the clear blue sky, took a deep breath, and felt a little better.

In any case, the greatest terror has vanished.

From now on, it will be a peaceful era for the wizarding world.