A hero may suffer injustice, but you cannot insult my painting!

Spider's End Alley.

Your artwork is starting to have a small impact!

[Soul Fusion Level Increased!]

[26%→27%]

As the system broadcast.

Ethan felt a surge of heat pour down from his head, flowing into his limbs and bones, nourishing his body.

"The soul fusion level has increased again!"

Ethan exclaimed in surprise, looking at his palm as if he could see magic bursting forth from it.

On the table were the latest issues of "The Quibbler" and "The Daily Prophet".

"Who says Rita, the reporter, is bad? Rita, the reporter, is wonderful!"

Ethan was particularly fond of her self-written "Justice vs. Evil" report, which even included the famous Harry Potter.

The word choice and sentence structure are also very apt.

Things like "a hidden dark atmosphere," "it may have an impact on people's mental health," and "all parties should be alert."

Ethan was so flattered that he felt embarrassed.

"Sure enough, she appreciates my art too, hehe~."

Ethan thought shyly and proudly.

Therefore, in gratitude for this press release...

Ethan specially painted a small picture in the same style, using Luna's owl, and sent it to Miss Rita.

I was eagerly awaiting a reply.

Unexpectedly, it appeared in the newspaper first.

I learned that Miss Rita had suddenly fallen ill, was bedridden, and had to take a week off.

What a pity~

at this time.

As Ethan looked at the system's message "Soul fusion level increased," a new idea flashed through his mind.

"Could it be that the degree of soul fusion is related to my fame in this world?!"

"Or, more precisely, [artistic fame]?"

indeed.

The last time the soul fusion level increased was when Snape admired his portrait of Lily.

Snape alone improved by 1%, the same as this time.

"The more important a person is in this world, the greater their advancement will be... As expected, I still need to get in touch with the main characters from the original work."

"To give them a little bit of a shock, like art students who failed their exams."

Ethan's gaze moved to the newspaper clippings on the wall.

The accompanying image shows the castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry standing on a cliff in the rain.

A spectacular bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky.

The Savior and Hogwarts...?

Hehehe, I can't wait!

Ethan licked his lips and flashed a wicked smile that seemed to say, "I've got the plan all figured out."

Perfect timing, after this period of study.

He has almost successfully developed the first painting based on the "magic spell + painting" technique.

at the same time.

4 Privet Street, Little Huigkin, Surrey.

Harry Potter was lying on his bed surrounded by broken toys when he suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

"Hmm, who's thinking about me...?"

Harry mumbled in a daze, turned over, and without the Daily Prophet, he had no idea what was happening.

Soon, she drifted peacefully off to sleep again.

In his dream, he was riding a flying motorcycle, holding a magic wand, and speeding through Hogwarts.

A magical world, I can't wait!

......

9 month 1 day.

King's Cross Station, London.

The clock in the lobby had just struck 10:30.

Ethan was already standing between platforms 9 and 10, dragging his large and small bags of luggage.

If he needs to catch a flight, Ethan might actually arrive several hours early.

His luggage was piled heavily on the cart, and older girls would occasionally come over to ask him if he needed help.

Ethan politely declined.

It wasn't that he wanted to be self-reliant; rather, his luggage was levitated.

"Yugadim Levio↑sa".

It was the spell that Ethan remembered most vividly in the original work.

As a young wizard's first spells lesson, it naturally wasn't too difficult.

Through self-study, Ethan quickly learned it.

In addition, Ethan successfully cast some commonly used basic spells in the first few chapters of "Standard Spells for Beginners".

It's not that difficult.

Ethan thought to himself, his hands in his pockets, stroking his wand.

Ethan even managed to incorporate one of the curses into his paintings.

I have obtained my first "Blue Rare" card.

It is one level higher than "White Rare".

Pushing his light luggage, Ethan took a deep breath toward the brick partition in front of him, and then rushed inside!

"call!"

A brief moment of darkness, followed by a chilling whistling sound.

The next instant, sunlight and noise surged in like a tide.

"Waaah—"

Steam billowed from the train, and the smell of coal smoke mixed with the aroma of pumpkin pie filled the air.

Ethan opened his eyes, and what came into view was a cast iron sign hanging on the platform archway—

Platform 9¾.

Various owls fluttered through the air, and a deep red steam train lay on the tracks, its body shimmering in the sunlight.

Because Ethan arrived early, there weren't many people on the platform yet.

Children his age ran past him, playing and laughing, while the older children gathered together to recount their summer adventures, and their parents repeatedly gave them words of advice and said goodbye.

An indescribable feeling of emotion welled up inside Ethan.

It was as if at this moment he had truly entered the world of magic.

Ethan looked back and saw faint magical ripples connecting the Muggle world.

"Our home is behind us, and the world is before us!"

Just as Ethan was filled with emotion, a drawn-out voice rang out from behind him:

"Oh, you're the one who illustrated 'The Quibbler,' right?"

Ethan turned his head and saw a golden head and a very arrogant face.

—Draco Malfoy.

Another main character from the original work.

Maybe it can help him increase his soul fusion level.

Thinking of this, Ethan smiled.

"Yes, that's me, Ethan Vincent. I'm so embarrassed to admit I'm so famous!"

Scholar Ethan covered his mouth, looking very shy.

Malfoy: "..."

How could anyone be more narcissistic than him?!

"Hehe, you're overthinking it."

Malfoy rolled his eyes dramatically, smirked, and said sarcastically:

"I know you, but I only know you because of your arrest warrant, which has been hanging in the Ministry of Magic for a long time."

"And my father happens to have some connections in the Ministry of Magic and knows some inside information."

As he spoke, Malfoy proudly puffed out his chest and looked down at Ethan.

"If Dumbledore hadn't protected you, you would have been arrested long ago. However, I've looked at your painting, and it's nothing special, just ordinary."

"..."

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

You can insult my character, but you can't insult my paintings.

Ethan's smile grew even more amiable as he politely said:

"You have boogers in your nostrils."

？ ！！

Malfoy abruptly lowered his proud head, covered his nostrils, and his pale face flushed red.

Now, he is in a dilemma.

Maybe Ethan was just kidding him, but if he really did have a snack in his nose, would he dig it out on the spot?

The noble Malfoys would never allow such a rude thing to happen!

Malfoy, enraged, yelled, "You filthy mud—"

Ethan suddenly reached out, interrupting Malfoy's attack, and said:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Draco Malfoy. I've heard so much about you."

"..."

Malfoy stopped, staring blankly at Ethan, who had taken the initiative to make friends, as if he were looking at a completely natural troll.

Could it be a trap?

But Malfoy stared at it for a long time and still couldn't figure out anything from the hand that was smeared with paint.

...Heh, as expected, they still succumbed to the Malfoy family's great name.

Otherwise, how could one know his name if one had not long admired him?

He didn't introduce himself at all!

Having figured things out, Malfoy regained his confidence.

Actually, the reason he went up to talk to him was because his father had given him some pointers.

Besides the savior, Potter, you can also get in touch with this "evil artist".

[He can channel magic and create paintings imbued with magic... This eleven-year-old is somewhat worth befriending.]

His father Lucius's arrogant words echoed in his ears.

"Hmph, you're smart enough to know who you should really befriend."

Malfoy curled the corners of his mouth, continued to cover his nose with one hand, and lowered the other to grasp Ethan's outstretched hand.

The moment the two come into contact.

Malfoy suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm, as if he had been pricked by fine needles.

Then came the itching sensation, like ants biting.

Ok?

Malfoy frowned, and inadvertently looked up, only to be met with Ethan's cobalt blue eyes.

Ethan Vincent.

This young painter, whose paintings of the underworld ignited both The Quibbler and The Daily Prophet, was twice placed on the Ministry of Magic's list of dangerous individuals.

She was staring at him with a cold, pleased look, like a doctor looking down at a lab rat on the operating table, and she was smiling.