Ethan: How did you know I just won a Galleon prize?

Chapter 94 Ethan: How did you know I just won a thousand Galleons?

The pink toad, like a lump of mud, was carried away by two tall and strong Aurors.

Go and undergo the next round of review.

That smug face is now deathly pale, filled with confusion and despair.

His eyes were empty and lifeless as he stared into the void, having given up all struggle.

There is no longer a place for her in the Ministry of Magic.

The Carlos couple were also escorted away, trembling all over.

My son is ruined.

This family, which has been living off its past glory, is not far from its demise.

In the dock.

All the officials were trembling with fear.

Looking at that fair-skinned and well-behaved boy,

I never imagined that the final outcome of this trial would be like this!

It's unbelievable to the point of being bizarre.

It seems that as soon as that boy named "Ethan Vincent" appeared, everything started to go in a completely illogical direction!

This trial, which overturned the Heavenly Gang, is destined to be recorded in history.

It will be deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone present and will never be forgotten.

Ethan: "Removing the cancer from the Ministry of Magic and allowing the money from those wicked families to flow back into society..."

"Yes, Minister Fudge, you did a good job."

Ethan looked up and smiled at Minister Fouché, whose face was covered in sweat.

Fudge:

Ethan's tone, which sounded like a superior praising a subordinate, made the corner of his mouth twitch involuntarily.

Dumbledore, where did you find such talent?

"Ahem," Fudge forced a smile under Dumbledore's gaze, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ethan Vincent."

"Today's incident is entirely the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic's staff for failing to conduct a proper review."

"For this, the Ministry of Magic will compensate you with three hundred Galleons. Is that acceptable?"

Ethan blinked and said:

"How did you know I just won the Secret Realm Search Challenge and received a prize of 1,000 Galleons?"

Three hundred Galleons?

Who are you trying to fool?

Simultaneously.

Ethan despised himself in his heart.

Ethan, oh Ethan, you've changed.

You are no longer that poor boy with not a penny in your pocket!

You can't even be bothered with 300 Galleons now!

Ron burst into tears!

Fuji:

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Professor McGonagall turned her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Then, would it be alright to add another one hundred, four hundred Galleons?"

Fudge gritted his teeth, revealing a mask of pain, and chuckled:

"This is no small sum... If you enjoy reading, you could even empty an entire small bookstore."

"The annual salary of an ordinary employee at the Ministry of Magic probably doesn't even reach that amount..."

Ethan stared straight at Fudge and said slowly:

"I have been threatened with death, Minister Fudge. My mental and physical health has been severely damaged."

"I'm still just a child!"

Ethan blinked and said shamelessly.

Now.

Fudge Khan carried it on his back.

He stammered, shivering and wiping his sweat, "Then...then how much compensation do you think is appropriate, Mr. Vincent?"

Ethan: "I want two thousand Galleons."

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Fudge stared wide-eyed, his eyeballs almost bulging out.

Stealing the young master?!

two thousand?!!

Why don't you just rob someone?!

Ethan gave a kind smile: "After all, Minister Fudge wouldn't want to create a rift between him and Headmaster Dumbledore because of me, would he?"

Fudge trembled as he looked up at Dumbledore.

The latter paused, then gave a smile identical to Ethan's.

Finally, after much pleading, Ethan's final compensation was 1,300 Galleons.

It's almost at the point where it can be processed quickly.

The Ministry of Magic will open a vault for Ethan in Gringotts to store this huge sum of money.

Ethan: "It was a very pleasant conversation."

One thousand Galleons would be enough for the Weasley twins to open a shop.

That means he, with over two thousand Galleons, could buy two shops.

For a pure-blooded family with a rich heritage, this might not be a big deal.

But this was Ethan's largest initial investment.

Ethan extended his hand with satisfaction and shook hands amicably with Minister Fudge, who seemed lost in thought.

He thought to himself:

Everyone in the Ministry of Magic is talented and speaks very well.

I'll come again next time.

At this time.

A pale blue subtitle appeared before Ethan's eyes:

[The lamp is unkind.]

[Under the radiant light, all darkness vanished.]

You have spread your beliefs.

Although almost imperceptible, your words still lit a tiny light in the minds of others.

When the light is bright enough, you can influence those connected to your light, regardless of their location.

Current lamp brightness: faint

Ethan's eyes narrowed.

I felt the tiny kerosene lamp in my head grow a little brighter.

Simultaneously.

Extremely slight, spider-silk-like connections appeared between him and some of the officials in the dock.

Ethan noticed.

One of them was more solid than the others.

Following the thread, Ethan saw a witch with a capable appearance.

She had short gray hair, wore a monocle, and had a serious, unsmiling expression.

Her demeanor was even more austere and sharp than that of Professor McGonagall, who was dedicated to teaching and nurturing students.

The witch was looking down, intently organizing the documents.

Ethan had a sudden thought.

The thread seemed to be tugged, creating ripples.

Then, as if sensing something, the witch raised her head.

! !

Ethan's breath hitched.

It has a similar effect to the Imperius Curse! But it is safer and more lawful good.

Ethan could imagine it.

If licking one's own toes could grant this ability, then Voldemort would have all three meals a day.

"Light up hidden places, discover secret treasures; connect with others, pass on the light..."

"Helpo, thank you for your research. You have truly made a significant contribution to the happiness of future generations!"

Ethan gave a thumbs up to Halbo, whom he had blown up and completely destroyed.

the other side.

The witch, whose attention had been drawn to Ethan, nodded to him and gave him a friendly smile.

She packed her things and walked off the stage.

Minister Fukuki, who was still in a daze, nodded indifferently.

To Dumbledore:

"If you had arrived a few minutes earlier, you would have witnessed Mr. Vincent's wonderful speech."

Turning his head, he took the initiative to introduce Ethan:

"I am Amelia Bornes, Head of the Department of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic."

"I participated in this trial because I wanted to uphold justice. But I never expected that I wouldn't even have a chance to appear."

Ethan politely replied, "Thank you for your concern, Ms. Burns."

Amelia's lips curled up slightly.

What an ambitious child!

She thought to herself with admiration.

He's sure to achieve great things in the future.

"Your speech was very moving, and I look forward to your future performance—perhaps we can become colleagues in the Ministry of Magic."

Amelia didn't notice.

The strange expressions on Professor McGonagall's and Headmaster Dumbledore's faces after she finished speaking.

Amelia: "I heard you're very passionate about art? That's wonderful, and I look forward to seeing you continue in that direction."

Although she had never seen Ethan's paintings.

But what a little wizard of this age draws must be very cute and childlike.

Thinking about it, Amelia's smile deepened.

She took something out of her bosom, handed it to Ethan, and said:

"This is a ticket to an art exhibition—or rather, a door key."

"Organized by a reclusive fairy master, it is open only to a select group of insiders."

"The art exhibition opens after Christmas, which is right during the holidays."

"I think you'd be interested in this, wouldn't you?"

Fairy Master?

To be recognized by wizards in an era when fairies, after their defeat, became servants of wizards.

The art created by this fairy must be incredibly dazzling.

Ethan immediately became interested in exchanging and learning with him.