Ethan: Little puppy, open the door obediently ^▽^

Before opening the door to give the three-headed dog Louie some warmth.

Ethan still needs to practice this chain spell.

"Practice makes perfect, but unfortunately, it's the civilized year of 1991 now, and there are no poacher gangs practicing in the forbidden forest."

Ethan murmured, with considerable regret.

He read about the glorious years when Phoenix Black became headmaster of Hogwarts a hundred years ago from his history textbook.

With the fairies rebelling, students would take time out between classes to kill spiders and the Fire Gray Serpent Clan, making their school life very colorful.

It was also around that time that chain spells still held a place and were taught as a very effective means of counterattack.

It's just too effective.

This further exacerbates the already small population of the wizarding world.

As a result, it was silently banned by an invisible force.

It gradually faded from public memory.

It's an ancient craft.

Who can't say that Ethan is an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage?

They endured hardships, all for the sake of preserving the traditional virtues of shamans.

That's so noble.

Another day I was moved by myself.

......

That night.

In the tutoring room.

The remains of practice dummies lay scattered all around.

Arms and severed legs were scattered everywhere, and the chest cavity and skull were covered with charred craters.

Professor Quirrell stood amidst the wreckage, barely breathing, as if he had been tormented and ravaged.

The mental torment is far greater than the physical blow.

Just over a week later.

Quirrell originally thought that Ethan would have fully mastered soul magic after a full year of learning it.

I'm currently learning the spells that might be used in the challenge.

What kind of terrifying speed is this?!

Is it true that there isn't a single drop of blood flowing in your veins, only Folic Acid?!

If it's not closed, it means it's not open.

Quirrell had gone from initial shock, jealousy, envy and hatred to thinking, "I'm such a loser!"

Ultimately, it evolved into the current "Hehe, I'm just a piece of trash".

They just let it rot.

Just let Ethan and Voldemort sit at the same table.

I'll just be the chair.

Quirrell thought magnanimously.

He felt that Ethan's noble backside could sit on his back, and that the concentration of wisdom could flow into him.

"Mr. Vincent, a very great wizard wishes to meet you. Would you be willing to visit the Hog's Head this weekend?"

"Believe me, that person can definitely bring you even greater power!"

Voldemort's urging grew increasingly urgent.

With each step Ethan takes, his rarity increases dramatically.

At the same time, the level of danger has also increased dramatically.

Voldemort's attitude has also changed from "This child is like me" to "Those who are not of my kind must be eliminated".

If we cannot join the glorious evolution... that will be the most terrifying threat in the future.

It even caused the owner to neglect Harry Potter for a time.

After all, the former only reflected the Avada Kedavra curse, while the latter will actually be able to use the Kedavra curse as a basic attack in the future.

Even more terrifying.

Ethan did not immediately respond to Quirrell's invitation.

He held the light brown wand loosely in his hand, his cobalt blue eyes gazing casually at the threads of memory swirling around the tip of the wand.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke:

"Professor Quirrell, I'm curious, are there any wizards in the wizarding world who cast spells based on faith?"

Quill paused for a moment.

Although I don't know why Ethan would ask such a question, it's still a fairly normal one.

Quirrell nodded and said:

Yes, there are.

"In Celtic culture, shamans believed in nature gods and would pray to the gods for power before each spell."

"Other righteous gods like Merlin and evil gods like the Gorgon are worshipped by people."

Ethan: "What if we used memory magic to modify their memories and replaced their object of worship with another god?"

As Quirrell's face gradually went blank, Ethan looked up and said with a smile:

"In that case, how would their magic, which is based on faith, change?"

Quirrell: "..."

— Quiro played his weather deck and ran away without looking back.

Watching his retreating figure, Ethan snorted, waved his hand, and returned the threads of memory to the toads.

How could a bright and upright little wizard like him possibly join such a terrible and evil force?

Poor Quirrell, he thought he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life.

In fact, he was not far from dying suddenly.

"Restored to its original condition."

Ethan twirled his wand, and like a pair of invisible hands, he restored the debris in the classroom to its original place.

These past few days, Quirrell's tutoring sessions have ended.

He would stay behind alone to continue practicing chain spells.

The advantage of evening tutoring is that you can blatantly ignore the curfew and stay as late as you want.

However, sometimes, it's for practicing the Illusionary Body Spell.

Ethan would also walk transparently down the corridor, smiling as he watched the patrolling prefects from behind.

I just don't know why.

Lately, the prefects have been patrolling in twos and threes, all nervously holding their wands, as if there were some unseen monsters in Hogwarts.

Hogwarts is the safest place.

Ethan thought to himself.

As you brush past the prefects, gently run your cool fingernails across their wrists.

A cacophony of shouts erupted.

at this time,

Ethan pointed his wand at the three mannequins in front of him, his eyes blazing, and he hissed:

"Torn apart!"

"Bang!"

Three crimson spells shot out simultaneously from the tip of Ethan's staff.

Like a forked urethra.

Ethan couldn't help but make the connection.

The middle one hit the dummy precisely.

The remaining two shots grazed the dummy and hit the tables and chairs behind it.

Instantly, sawdust flew everywhere, and dust rose in all directions.

If it weren't for the soundproofing spell on this classroom, one might think that there were trolls causing a demolition at Hogwarts.

"You still need to practice more."

Ethan muttered.

Controlling three spells at the same time is very difficult, like playing the piano with your right hand, practicing calligraphy with your left hand, and doing squats while carrying a piano on your back.

If it weren't for the skill of "mastering the skills", Ethan wouldn't have had the energy to control it at all.

His soul-extraction magic was complete; all that remained was to subdue—or "tame"—the three-headed dog.

Ethan naturally knew that listening to music to fall asleep was another option.

However, using this "skipping class" method will result in incomplete extraction of the soul fragments.

This affects the quality of the final painting.

If you're going to paint, you have to paint it to the best of your ability.

This challenge is an important international event, a great opportunity to promote oneself.

Ethan was determined to leave the other contestants with an unforgettable experience.

"Keep practicing."

Ethan repaired the dummy and cast the Chain Spell again.

His attitude was focused and serious, without a trace of impetuosity.

......

Louie, the three-headed dog, has been living a peaceful life lately.

Although I left my dad's warm little nest, I came to this dark and cold little square space.

But as a result, they received several times more food.

Their petite dads often bring buckets of fresh raw meat, free-range chickens, and spicy, thirst-quenching water—which they call "Brandy."

Daddy would wipe away his tears and stroke their heads, muttering, "You've suffered, my babies."

They've all gotten a couple of sizes bigger lately.

After all, besides the three small toothpicks, there was also a smelly human who had barged in once.

And no one bothered them anymore.

Whew~ I really hope these happy days can last forever~

late at night.

Louie rested his head on his big paws, snoring happily, wondering when his dad would come to feed him.

"Bang!!"

Suddenly, the door was kicked open!

The door slammed back against the wall with a loud thud!

Startled, they leaped up, staring blankly at the person standing outside the door.

Ethan: "What a coincidence, you guys aren't asleep either."

Ethan grinned excitedly and raised his wand toward the three-headed dog that had begun to growl.

Since we're not asleep, let's have a friendly "pinch fight"!