Christmas, Long Time No See, Luna

Chapter 96 Christmas, Long Time No See, Luna

The Daily Prophet rained down like snowflakes.

Each of the young wizards received a copy, and they all looked at the large headline on the first page:

"The Rise of the Demon! Ethan Vincent, a first-year student at Hogwarts...::"

"Dominating the Challenger Series in a brutal and horrific way, or causing the greatest casualties in the series in centuries!"

"Almost all the contestants were sent to St. Mungo's, resulting in only three winners! According to insiders, the renowned Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was actually involved in a shady operation by the organizers!"

"A Durmstrang seed said: He's worse than Ethan Vincent's dog."

"A certain Beauxbatons seed cried and said: Ethan Vincent cruelly deceived her feelings..."

Harry looked up, genuinely puzzled, and asked:

"Did this reporter kowtow?"

What kind of mental state is required to write such fabricated text?

"There's more to come."

Ron pointed blankly at the report and read:

"Furthermore, Ethan Vincent cruelly tortured Hamburger Carroll, a student from Slytherin, causing him lifelong insanity!"

"However, this demon has unknowingly infiltrated the Ministry of Magic..."

Ultimately, he turned around and sent the judge who tried him to Azkaban?

"It's shocking that the director of a certain law enforcement department expressed support for this..."

...There is ample evidence that Hogwarts is secretly conducting a talent development program, and Ethan...

Vincent was a product of this grand plan...

Reporter Rita Skeeter will continue to follow this story...

The three little ones looked at each other after watching.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then said, "So Ethan is part of Hogwarts' secret training program? No wonder he's so amazing... Can I join too?"

Harry & Ron: "....

No, no, no! You can't accept everything!

Just then.

"I absolutely refuse to believe that brat Ethan Vincent got first place!!"

A Slytherin suddenly roared.

He slammed the newspaper to the ground, panting heavily.

That first-grader got first place? How is that possible!

If that's the case, wouldn't that put them ahead of Gemma Farley from their college?

Absolutely not allowed!!

His roar silenced the auditorium.

Each student looked at the other with disgust.

Ethan Vincent not only won the tournament, but also sent the Ministry of Magic officials to hell.

This is absolutely outrageous!!

In just a few days, they experienced more excitement than they ever did in their entire lives!

The returning athletes have all gone to rest and recuperate.

Therefore, they had no way of knowing whether the report written by this crazy woman was true or not.

At the teachers' table.

Wow, Ravenclaw is truly full of talent.

Snape spoke slowly, his eyes fixed on the phrase "to condemn Slytherin's Humbert Carroll to death."

Countless gazes were focused on Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw's house.

Professor Frivi:

No, I don't know anything!

It's good that Ethan came back safely.

Ethan's achievement is a testament to his extraordinary talent and he deserves a great reward.

Ethan came in first place... We need to study this carefully.

What? You're saying Ethan beat up the other contestants and went straight to trial at the Ministry of Magic after the competition?

Finally, the judge who tried him was sent to Azkaban?

Hogwarts really needs to check Ethan's citizenship.

Just as everyone was in a state of chaos.

Sudden.

A loud "bang" rang out from the center of the auditorium.

A vortex appeared in mid-air, from which three figures emerged and landed on the ground.

That was Ethan Vincent, returning from the competition.

And Professor McGonagall and Principal Dumbledore.

Ethan had just landed.

When I looked up, I was met with gazes from all directions.

His gaze was filled with entanglement and inquiry.

She seemed like an old mother who felt her son was in a relationship but was unsure and didn't know how to bring it up.

Ethan paused for a moment, then pulled a gleaming gold trophy from his leather bag.

Amidst the wide-eyed stares of the crowd, he raised it high and laughed:

"I won."

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After several seconds of silence.

Suddenly, a deafening roar of cheers erupted in the auditorium!

"Ooooooooooo!!!"

Countless people surged toward him.

The Weasley twins cleverly squeezed to the front, picked up Ethan, and tossed him into the air, one to the top of the bucket!

"Ethan! Ethan! Ethan!!"

"Ethan is our king!!!"

The students shouted excitedly.

Hands were raised, desperately trying to touch Ethan, the little hero who brought glory and miracles.

Surrounded by the crowd, Ethan couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

At this moment, the golden trophy I was holding seemed to finally have meaning.

As Ethan was being tossed into the air, he noticed the three little ones who had been pushed out of the crowd.

So he raised his hand and waved at them.

"Oh!" Ron Xizi clutched her heart, her face flushed red, and she murmured exaggeratedly, "Ethan greeted me, I'm going to faint."

Harry nudged his good buddy and grinned from ear to ear.

What pleased him most was the extremely ugly expressions on the faces of the Slytherin group.

Ethan Vincent, a first-year wizard, actually won first place in the competition.

It surpassed the second-ranked Slytherin prefect and the third-ranked Ravenclaw.

To become the biggest winner, whether at Hogwarts or any other magic school.

"Harry".

Ron called out.

He looked at Ethan, who was surrounded by admirers, and there was no longer any envy in his eyes.

Because the gap is just too big.

We're going to get rich!

"George and Fred told me privately that if Ethan really wins, I'll get at least seven Galleons."

Ron turned his head, looked at his good buddy, his eyes glistening with tears, and grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

"I'm going to get a new wand."

After the initial excitement.

Ethan was put down and returned to the long table in Ravenclaw.

Lost in thought, I listened to Dumbledore's congratulatory address on the upcoming match:

Therefore, I would like to award Mr. Ethan Vincent 80 points to celebrate his outstanding performance in this match. "Although—I hope that next time, Mr. Vincent can tone it down a bit, otherwise Hogwarts will become a base for carrying out mysterious grand plans and cultivating evil dark wizards in the eyes of others."

Dumbledore winked playfully at Ethan.

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience.

The Ravenclaws all straightened their backs, looking proud and radiant.

Robert's smug expression made the other prefects grit their teeth in hatred.

"Second place, Slytherin Prefect Gemma Farley, plus fifty points, an outstanding performance."

"Third place, Penelope Crivat of Ravenclaw, plus thirty points, also excellent, congratulations."

"Finally, I want to add twenty points to all four colleges. Regardless of whether they won a prize or not, every participant demonstrated courage and wisdom!"

"Clap clap clap—"

The students clapped enthusiastically.

Especially the Hufflepuffs, whose hands were red from drumming so hard.

They haven't had any honors to boast about for a very, very long time.

Although Cedric did not place this time.

But that's the normal outcome.

The children are very proud.

The applause gradually subsided.

Dumbledore's expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"A very tragic accident occurred during this competition."

"Slytherin player Hamburger Caro cast a Killing Curse at Ethan, which was countered and killed by San Mungo."

"Well, I think you've already seen the Daily Prophet's report."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the audience!

Students from all three houses turned to look at the Slytherin table!

"I knew it!" Ron muttered, tapping his wine glass. "They're a bunch of scum! A bunch of dark wizards!"

Now, the Slytherins' faces turned even uglier.

"idiot."

Malfoy cursed under his breath, angrily recalling in his mind what kind of bastard Hamburger Caro was.

It's just a family that can't be brought to the table.

How dare he hurt his brother Ethan! He's a disgrace to the purebloods!

"Quiet!"

Dumbledore's authoritative voice immediately silenced the commotion in the Great Hall.

He looked around and said:

"We will continue to investigate this incident. I believe that the Killing Curse is not a spell that a student can use at will."

"At the same time, I assure you that Hogwarts will not allow any young wizard to be harmed, whether on or off campus. You can rest assured."

Does that mean you'll ensure his safety and prevent Quirrell from finding another opportunity?

Ethan thought to himself.

He glanced at Quirrell in the teachers' section out of the corner of his eye.

Despite his best efforts to conceal it, his deathly pale face and shifty gaze betrayed his panic and fear.

When Ethan accidentally makes eye contact with Quirrell.

The latter instinctively flinched, a flash of resentment in his eyes.

Ethan smiled brightly at him.

Quirrell shuddered suddenly, managed a weak smile, and relaxed a little.

It seems he thinks he hasn't realized anything yet, and that he's the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Quirrell, I really need to control you.

Ethan had made up his mind.

At Christmas, head to the art exhibition hosted by the fairy and see if you can learn any fairy crafts.

This will undoubtedly be very helpful for the creation of the second-level murals.

The style of the mural will be inspired by the famous designer Hidetaka Miyazaki's "Homecoming Road".

Ethan smiled with pleasure, thinking that Quirrell could have a good time inside.

The student on the other side, who had intended to congratulate him, silently swallowed his words.

Head bowed, silently eating.

Ethan: It's still so scary QAQ!

December 25th, Christmas Day.

"Sound—"

The train emitted a deep, melodious sound.

Ethan, carrying a small, square leather suitcase, pressed his felt hat down in the wind, and stepped off the step into the platform in his shiny leather shoes.

His figure stood out in the bustling crowd.

She wore a thick brown overcoat, with a soft, delicate light-colored turtleneck sweater peeking out from the turned-up collar, paired with simple and neat dark straight-leg trousers.

He looks like a young nobleman from some wealthy family.

His handsome and outstanding features made the young girls turn their heads involuntarily.

Those beautiful cobalt blue eyes exuded a calm and serene aura.

When his gaze fell on a certain spot, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.

It was as if the warm winter sun was shining down, melting the hearts of those young girls.

However, their hearts shattered the moment they saw who Ethan was walking towards.

"—Luna!"