Ethan is a kind and considerate wizard

[Artwork used: Broom rash]

[Effect: Causes a red rash to appear at the contact site.]

Seeing Malfoy's increasingly terrified gaze, Ethan released his grip and looked down with interest.

This is the first time he has used this painting.

On Malfoy's pale palms, small red rashes appeared.

One of them bulged bigger and bigger, then burst with a "pop," releasing a yellowish-red liquid.

Although it wasn't actually that serious, the blisters looked quite alarming compared to the skin.

"Ah ...

Malfoy raised his hands and let out a terrified scream!

The air around them seemed to freeze, and everyone turned around in astonishment to look at them!

"Hmm, it looks like it's working well."

Ethan nodded in satisfaction.

He took out his other hand from behind his back, and in it was a scarlet painting!

That was a miniature version of the broom rash that Ethan drew for "The Quibbler," like a card, about the size of a palm.

The border is white, which means "white is rare".

The broom rash did not disappear after one use.

It can be reused.

Very convenient.

With a thought, Ethan caused the painting to disappear from his palm and return to the "gallery".

"The effect is already so obvious even without the infusion spell..." Ethan murmured calmly, staring at Malfoy's swollen hand. "If the spell were added, how much better would the effect be?"

Could it start as a rash at the point of contact and develop into a full-body outbreak of pustules?

That sounds interesting!

Ethan smiled with delight.

"You, you monster! What have you done to me?!" Malfoy screamed, his already pale face now even whiter. "I'm going to tell my father! You're finished—"

"Oh dear, I didn't do anything. You can check my wand."

Ethan innocently raised his hand.

"you--"

"Mr. Malfoy, did you know?" Ethan whispered in Malfoy's ear, "this rash is called 'broom rash,' and it can start on your buttocks and spread all over your body..."

"If you're not careful, next time, your whole face might look like a rotten ass."

Ethan finished speaking slowly and took two steps back.

He was pleased to see Malfoy's expression had turned into utter terror.

How could this guy say such terrifying things with a mouth that's 37°C?!

The illustration he had seen earlier kept replaying in Malfoy's mind.

Pork-like skin, festering red rashes...

He couldn't help but feel itchy all over, as if a rash had already begun to spread under his clothes...

All the way up to the face.

"Whoa—!!!"

Malfoy finally burst into tears and ran away in despair.

He didn't even utter the villain's classic line, "You just wait."

Tsk tsk, your mental resilience is lacking; you need to train more.

Ethan shook his head.

Unfortunately, I discovered that my soul integration level had not improved.

Keep up the good work next time.

Amidst a sea of ​​admiring glances, Ethan casually levitated his suitcase with a levitation spell and stepped into the train.

Students in the aisle offered him their seats, giving Ethan a VIP treatment.

Sigh~ The lives of celebrities are just so simple and unpretentious.

Ethan sighed.

He watched as the students in front of him darted away like rabbits seeing an eagle, leaving him with an empty carriage.

Not long after.

"Ugh—!"

With a deep and resonant whistle, the train shuddered twice and slowly began to move.

Ethan closed his textbook.

Looking up at the parents seeing them off outside the window, her expression was calm and unmoved.

"Haa~"

Ethan yawned wearily.

The warm sunshine shone gently on his face; it was a rare sunny day in England.

Clang, clang.

The rhythmic jolts of the train caused Ethan's eyelids to droop.

He couldn't resist the drowsiness; even the soft car seat was more comfortable than the old, hard bed in his home in Spider's End.

With his last ounce of consciousness, Ethan slammed the textbook down on his face.

Then, she fell into a deep sleep.

—When Harry and Ron dragged their luggage and hurriedly opened the compartment door.

What we saw was a scene of "books devouring people".

They exchanged glances, quietly put away their luggage, and sat down opposite Ethan, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

They met on the platform, but they were too late.

This resulted in all the other cubicles being full.

Thank goodness, we finally found an empty cubicle.

They are so lucky.

......

Around 12:30.

Ethan was awakened by hunger.

The aroma of food wafted gently into his nostrils.

Ethan's nose twitched twice, his eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view were two very familiar figures across from them.

They were inhaling the snacks filling the entire seat.

His signature red hair and freckles, along with round glasses and green eyes.

Ethan recognized them at a glance.

Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, the savior.

Upon seeing these two important characters from the original work—one of whom is even the protagonist—Ethan's eyes immediately crinkled into a smile.

I started mentally simulating how to make a lasting impression on them.

however.

Before he could even speak.

"Gurgle~"

Ethan's stomach gave him a heads-up first.

Upon hearing this, Harry, who had been somewhat nervous, immediately relaxed a lot.

The boy across from me was excessively handsome.

Quiet and still, just like the private school students in their elegant uniforms I had passed on the street earlier.

It feels like we're from different worlds.

"Here, have some, eat as much as you like!"

Harry grabbed a pumpkin pie, handed it over enthusiastically, and looked at Ethan with eager eyes.

This moment.

Harry was bathed in sunlight, radiating a fatherly glow.

"..."

Ethan licked his lips, but in the end, he didn't refuse.

"Thank you," Ethan said, taking the pie with a genuine smile. "My name is Ethan Vincent, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Oh, my name is... my name is Harry Potter."

Harry said in a low voice.

But when he saw Ethan glance at his forehead subtly, but not say anything, he realized that Ethan was not interested in doing so.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He has already received a lot of attention, which makes him feel very apprehensive.

And every time.

All of this inevitably reminded him of that terrifying night when the green light erupted.

—Ethan is so kind and considerate; he must come from a very warm family environment.

Harry thought with emotion.

Ron introduced himself and quickly struck up a lively conversation with Ethan.

Ethan's attentive listening gave Ron a sense of being valued that he hadn't felt in a long time.

After all, he has five outstanding older brothers, and his mother is always too busy to take care of them all.

Although "Ethan Vincent" sounds somewhat familiar.

But the thought only flashed through his mind, and Ron didn't dwell on it.

His eyes were filled with "Brother! Brother!" as he looked at Ethan.

"Guess who I ran into before getting on the bus?"

Ron leaned forward and said mysteriously.

Ethan, also eager to join in, leaned in and whispered, "Who is it?"

"Crybaby Malfoy!"

"He's a despicable pureblood! His whole family are no good! They're always making things difficult for my dad at work!"

Ron said viciously.

"But I don't know who did such a great feat, making Malfoy cry his eyes out! Hahaha!"

"I almost missed my train just to see him make a fool of himself!"

Ron leaned back in his chair, smacking his lips in lingering pleasure, and began to fantasize in his mind:

Malfoy knelt before him, weeping uncontrollably, while his brothers surrounded him, worshipping him...

It's cool to think about!

hehehe~

Ethan looked at Ron, who had a mysterious smile on his face, and smiled without saying a word.

Harry looked at his silly good brother, then at the quiet and leisurely Ethan, and couldn't help but facepalm.

...The contrast is stark.

At this time.

A question suddenly and belatedly popped into Harry's mind.

...Huh, that's strange?

When they boarded the train, why were all the other carriages in front and behind them already full?

Why is Ethan the only person in this carriage?