Miss Hibiscus, Ethan's here!

Let me see where you've been hiding...

Outside the window, the enormous eyeballs that shared Ethan's view slowly rotated.

Its dark pupils gazed into the room.

His gaze, like a searchlight, carefully swept over every piece of furniture in the mansion, casting a dangerous red glow.

The hall was overturned and in disarray, the staircase was broken, and the study was littered with books...

First floor, second floor.

what.

found it.

Ethan curled the corners of his lips and fixed his gaze on the second-floor washroom.

With a flick of his wrist, he grasped the magic wand.

With light and cheerful steps, humming a little tune, I walked step by step toward the washroom.

"Little bunny, open the door quickly, I want to come into the second-floor washroom."

Fleur Delacour covered her lips tightly, curled up in a corner away from the window, trembling uncontrollably.

at this time.

Her beautiful and dazzling face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Bi Cui's eyes widened in terror as she stared at the red light so close to her, barely daring to breathe.

Just now, she was seen by that eyeball.

"Pat-pat, pat-pat."

Light footsteps approached from afar and stopped at the door.

Furong's eyes were red, and she desperately covered her mouth to keep from sobbing out.

"Disillusionment"

She whispered it in a barely audible breath.

With a gentle flick of the wand in mid-air, a cool liquid enveloped her entire body, making her transparent.

The doorknob is turned.

A handsome, black-haired boy walked in and glanced around the washroom, which was so small you could see right to the end.

He tilted his head, looking puzzled, like a hunter who couldn't find his prey.

Behind him, two large, strange heads bobbed and thrashed about, occasionally digging at the ground beneath them, always eager to see their king.

The smell of rust and burning wafted into Furong's nostrils through the door.

Please, please, please go quickly!

Furong gritted her teeth and held her breath.

Although Ethan doesn't look scary at all.

But at this moment, in Furong's eyes, it was like a doll that held a knife and moved on its own in the middle of the night, adding to the horror.

A few seconds later.

The boy glanced around a few more times, then closed the door and left.

"Pat-pat, pat..."

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the scent gradually disappeared.

The enormous eyeball watching from outside the window also turned in another direction.

"A cry of relief for those who have survived a calamity."

Furong almost collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth in a smile.

As the grinding force of the ground dissipated, the illusion spell was lifted, and the body was exposed again.

She pulled through; she did it.

Furong bit her lip lightly, suppressing her inner elation, a resolute glint in her eyes.

Having come this far, she absolutely must get the key!

Although from beginning to end, the rules of this battle royale game were all set by Ethan himself.

But Furong had a strange intuition that Ethan would abide by the rules of the game.

If someone actually lasts for thirty minutes, he will give that person the key, allowing them to pass the match.

"Whoosh."

Hibiscus waved her wand, and golden dust pieced together time.

There are less than three minutes left until the 30-minute time limit.

"Yay!"

Furong clenched her fist and waved it happily.

We can achieve a better ranking than we expected!

Now, she should at least be in the top five, right?

As long as we can hold out until the deadline.

"Ugh, this curse is really ugly..."

Furong muttered to herself, looking down at the red rash that had appeared on her fair arm, and frowned.

It's so itchy.

When I get back, I must soak in the hot springs to my heart's content.

She scratched around in frustration, leaving a trail of crisscrossing red marks.

What exactly is that first-grader?

How can they use such terrifying magic?

Furong had only read similar descriptions in textbooks.

That was an ancient magical golden age that existed thousands of years ago.

Nowadays, very few people study or practice those complex spells anymore.

"Is this Hogwarts' new talent development program? That's terrifying...but..."

The next second, Furong curled the corners of her lips again, pondering:

"That kid is quite interesting. We can have a more in-depth conversation after the match."

"Oh? What do you want to discuss in more detail?"

A pure and clear voice rang out from behind.

It was like a death knell tolling in my ears.

Furong shuddered, her relaxed smile instantly freezing on her face.

No, impossible... How could he be behind me?

Furong moved her eyes back and forth, looking at the tightly closed door on the other side.

Even if that child was Merlin reincarnated, and could Apparate in first grade, there should have been an explosion sound...

How come there's not a sound at all...?

Like standing naked on a snow-covered, icy plain, Furong trembled uncontrollably and was unable to move.

They couldn't even turn their heads to look.

outside the window.

The pitch-black night was slowly covered by red light.

The enormous, terrifying eyeball slowly turned toward her again.

But just before the red light swept over her, Tong Ren closed his door, like a shut door.

A small, cold hand touched her trembling shoulder from behind.

"Miss Hibiscus, Here's Ethan"

Ethan's here! *rings*

Furong finally couldn't help but sob.

But he gritted his teeth and held on, refusing to collapse.

Take a deep breath, whirle around, and glare behind you!

She met the boy's cobalt blue eyes, which were filled with a smile.

The terrifying scenes that were expected did not materialize.

The handsome, dark-haired boy smiled at her, with an open door standing behind him.

An impatient barking came from the other side of the door.

Furong felt a little more at ease.

So, it was that child's amazing magic again, even more convenient and silent than Apparition.

It has an amazing network.

"Tap tap, I've got you, Miss Hibiscus."

Ethan spread his hands and said lightly.

Ethan actually saw Hibiscus the first time he entered the restroom.

Perhaps due to her extreme emotional fluctuations, she didn't use the illusion spell very well.

If you look closely, you can see a clear outline of its shape.

However, for more fun and drama.

Ethan specifically decided to teleport over.

He had already set up the portal the moment he caught sight of Hibiscus hiding in the bathroom.

From the very beginning, Miss Hibiscus had no chance of winning.

Looking at Fleur's dazed expression, Ethan couldn't help but think to himself:

Hmm, it seems the performance went very well. Miss Furong was completely mesmerized. My painting must have left a very deep impression on her.

Ethan, holding back his words, spoke into the timeless realm composed of golden dust:

"Oh dear, there's less than a minute left until the end, what a pity."

"Try it next time!"

Furong pursed her lips reluctantly.

Suddenly, she mustered her courage, grabbed Ethan's sleeve, and said awkwardly and stiffly:

"Can't we... make another exception?"

Ethan looked at the other's tear-streaked face, which, like the Mirror of Erised, exuded an alluring and captivating magic.

Just a moment later.

Hibiscus was carried by Aurora, and with a snap, she teleported back to the starting point.

They joined up with the other eliminated fellow sufferers.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Auror looked at Furong, who was biting her lip and keeping her head down without saying a word, and asked with concern.

Like a flood bursting its banks, Furong felt a lump in her throat and burst into tears!

Completely ignoring the surprised and pitying looks from others, he slumped to the ground, pounding the earth in resentment and anger, shouting:

"Idiot, moron, four-legged Flobber caterpillar!!!"

"Go with your trophy, Ichimachimachi..."

What made Hibiscus feel most ashamed and indignant was why that arrogant Slytherin girl was allowed to stay.

Why can't she?

She's a hundred times prettier than that guy!

"Waaah... I want to go home! I'm going to send that wretched brat a hundred harassing letters, I'll drown him... Waaah..."

[Your paintings left a very deep impression on everyone! A perfectly interactive exhibition!]

[Soul Fusion Level Increased!]

[39% → 44%!]