Ethan makes the front page of the Daily Prophet

Chapter 95 Ethan makes the front page of the Daily Prophet

"Excuse me, may I bring a friend along?"

Ethan asked, his first thought being Luna.

Amelia: "Of course. Each portal key can teleport three people, so you can go with your best friend."

"Thanks."

Upon hearing this, Ethan finally smiled.

That innocent smile made Amelia pause slightly.

Bathed in the light streaming from the courthouse dome, Ethan appeared exceptionally righteous and upright.

It was as if he were the judge in this trial.

There's absolutely no way to connect it with that inciting demon from before.

beside.

Dumbledore looked at Ethan's gentle smile and thought to himself, "Oh my!" He immediately perked up.

Who could be the friend that Ethan would personally invite?

Harry? Ron? Or the equally studious Hermione?

Although Ethan wasn't alone at school—most students would observe him from afar with awe.

But in Ravenclaw, he is also very popular.

After all, Ethan single-handedly blew up the college's score.

However, due to Ethan's unique brain circuits that no one can follow, Ethan doesn't have many close friends.

Dumbledore saw it all and remembered it.

They pay close attention to the mental health of young wizards.

Unexpectedly, I had already quietly made a close friend with whom I could visit art exhibitions...

Youth? How wonderful.

Dumbledore chuckled, earning a disapproving sidelong glance from Professor McGonagall.

the other side.

Ethan was unaware of the subtle concern (gossip) coming from his own principal.

He reached out and took the key to the door—a ticket to the fairy art exhibition—and examined it curiously.

This door key is itself a work of art.

It is oval-shaped, about the size of a palm, and looks like a badge.

Inside, there is a sculpture of a tall tower, and through an open window, you can see a miniature blonde girl.

Wearing a pretty dress, she hummed a song while combing her smooth, silky long hair.

Ethan stared at her for too long, and the blonde girl turned away shyly and ran off.

Such exquisite detail...

This single ticket is a collector's item.

There's less than a week until Christmas.

The thought of meeting Luna soon, enjoying a Christmas dinner together in the warmth of home, and going to an art exhibition together is so appealing.

Ethan couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

Occasionally experiencing life in the mortal realm won't harm your health.

After bidding farewell to Ms. Amelia, Director of the Legal Enforcement Affairs Division.

Ethan, Professor McGonagall, and Headmaster Dumbledore were escorted out of the Ministry of Magic by Minister Fudge.

Until he emerged from the eerie green flames and stood on a sunlit street where Muggles came and went.

Professor McGonagall began to feel a sense of reality.

...Ethan actually emerged completely unharmed.

It cannot be said that they were completely unharmed.

They made a fortune.

They not only received a full 1,300 Galleons in compensation, but also took a huge cut from the Ministry of Magic.

He even removed the judge who originally wanted to try him, ruining his future and disgracing him.

They might even face imprisonment.

So, if you lose a fight, you get life imprisonment; if you win, you get the death penalty, right?!

What kind of rebellion against the Heavenly Generals is this?!

She had heard of this official named Dolores Umbridge.

Before today, the office director was prohibited from abusing magic, exploiting subordinates and flattering superiors.

He thrived in the ministry by currying favor with pure-blood families and fawning over Minister Fookie.

As a result, it was destroyed in an instant.

Kill the chicken to emulate the monkey.

I'm afraid that after today...

Officials who have connections with pure-blood families have to keep a low profile and keep a low profile.

Ethan... he's really something.

It even received praise from the Director of the Enforcement Division.

Amelia, the female officer, is far more famous than that former official dressed in flashy pink.

She could see Ethan's future, a glorious path ahead.

Well, as long as Ethan doesn't go astray...

Professor McGonagall glanced at her sideways.

But they found that Ethan, who had just fought a great battle, was no longer cheering and celebrating.

Instead, he lowered his head, deep in thought.

Professor McGonagall: "What is it, Mr. Vincent? Is there something you need?"

I was wondering, if Dumbledore hadn't made his final appearance, would I still have gotten this result?

Ethan spoke slowly.

He looked up at the stunned Professor McGonagall, his eyes burning with intensity.

"I think it's highly unlikely."

"My skills are not yet sufficient. My art is not enough to create a sensation in the world and make the whole world know my name, so that they will regret not listening to me carefully back then."

Ethan wasn't in a hurry.

Isn't Hogwarts spacious?

He's only in first grade; he has plenty of time to continue improving his skills.

A turbulent era creates legends.

And this era will arrive in the not-too-distant future.

Voldemort, I'm waiting for you.

Professor McGonagall:

Child, don't try so hard, the professor's heart can't take it.

He has been teaching for decades.

She had never seen this forward-looking quality in any of the first-year wizards!

No.

Perhaps the mysterious person was a child...

Professor McGonagall shuddered and suppressed her thoughts.

How can you compare Ethan to the Dark Lord?

Ethan was precocious and exceptionally gifted.

But deep down, he's still a kind and good kid, right?

"Tell me about your time in the Challenger Tournament. I haven't even congratulated you on winning first place yet," Mr. Vincent and Professor McGonagall tried to change the subject.

as predicted.

When talking about his achievements, Ethan's eyes lit up.

He replied with great interest:

"OK!"

Sure enough, he's still just a child.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but smile.

Ethan: "I first used my newly created painting, Cerberus, to hunt down Iphamoni, and then I started a battle royale game at Halbor's mansion."

Professor McGonagall: ? ? ?

Otherwise, why don't you tell me about your grand ambitions?

Hogwarts.

The contestants who went to participate in the challenge have returned, but Ethan is nowhere to be seen.

It looks like a very serious accident has occurred.

The returning contestants remained silent, their expressions extremely serious.

On the Gryffindor table.

Hermione cried out, her eyes glistening with tears:

"Perhaps, while we're peacefully enjoying our meal, Ethan is encountering a large beast in the forest, fleeing in panic to the mansion, only to be blown to pieces by a terrifying killer and unable to rise again!"

Harry:

.

No, this sounds familiar.

"Perhaps Ethan is held up by something else..."

He offered words of comfort.

But everyone knew in their hearts that the players who didn't return were injured and had gone to San Mongol.

Otherwise, would he be sent to the Ministry of Magic for causing trouble during the competition?

How could that be? Right then and there.

"Coo coo coo—!"

A chorus of shouts erupted.

The students all looked up in surprise to see a large flock of owls rushing in!

Like a bolt of lightning striking ice, newspapers were dropped one after another!

"The Daily Prophet?" A student picked it up and looked at it. "Isn't the Daily Prophet always published during the day?"

Front Page and View:

"The Vanished Him? The Untold Secrets Behind the First-Year Champion of the Secret Realm Search Challenge..."

"The first place is... Ethan Vincent?!?"