Ethan, stop now, this place is becoming a terrifying legend of the wizard village.

Chapter 98 Ethan, stop now, this place is becoming a terrifying legend of the wizard village.

Autry-Saint Catchpol is a wizarding village inhabited by Muggles.

The river flows through it, and the vast plains are interspersed with undulating hills, making it feel like walking on small hills.

In the far north, under the blue sky, the continuous white mountain range can be faintly seen.

The Weasleys’ Burrow was nearby.

But only Luna's family lives in the remote mountains.

At first glance, Ethan saw what looked like a giant chess piece standing on the ground, with houses pointing straight to the sky, which was quite bizarre.

Behind the house hung a black cylinder with a terrifying moon painted on it, looking down at them.

Ethan followed behind the bouncy Luna.

Passing through two withered hawthorn trees, but bearing clusters of red berries, we arrived at a house that looked like the home of a fairytale witch.

"Sing a different tune, editor, Sher Lovegood...choose your own mistletoe...don't touch the airship Lee."

Ethan read the words on the sign outside the door.

"Come on, let's choose the mistletoe for Christmas!"

Luna grabbed his wrist and excitedly pulled him toward a nearby bush.

"We can decorate the room together later!"

Mr. Lovegood called from behind, "I...I'll go make you some hot tea first!"

He watched his daughter run off with Ethan, muttering to himself with a mixture of joy and anxiety:

"Luna finally has a friend...and a talented little artist at that. That's wonderful, wonderful..."

That is.

For some reason, I always feel something's off.

"Add some healthy gordiegan to Ethan's tea later..."

Ethan and Luna busied themselves, spending the entire afternoon decorating the house to look like Christmas. Ethan carefully straightened the bull skull hanging on the wall.

He put down his wand and looked around with satisfaction.

A red velvet curtain with tattered edges.

The altar displaying his painting was a realistic oil painting of a demon crouching on a stone pillar.

The white candles flickered around, as if the tentacle-like head was looking around.

The withered leaves of the chandelier hung down like outstretched hands, ready to snap at the hair of passersby at any moment.

Luna lay in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth.

Her gaze was gentle as she softly stroked the three-headed black dog in her arms, her long, pale golden hair cascading down her back.

She was enveloped in a faint glow, like a saint in a church painting.

"very good."

Ethan nodded in satisfaction.

The light shone down on Ethan, casting a long shadow behind him.

The shadow fell upon Mr. Lovegood, who was huddled in the corner, trembling.

He stared at all this in horror, clutching his chipped teacup tightly as if it were his only solace.

The demon spoke again:

"Now, let's prepare the Christmas feast."

With a bang.

Ethan placed the suitcase he had brought on the table, from which a short, mournful wail came out.

Mr. Lovegood: ?

"Isn't that where you keep your spare clothes and personal belongings?"

He asked, his voice trembling.

Ethan gave him a strange look, but before he could speak, Luna spoke for him:

"Dad, are you crazy? Why would those things need to be packed in a separate suitcase? There should be something more interesting inside."

Ethan glanced at Luna approvingly and nodded:

"That's right, Mr. Lovegood."

"Our custom is that we never visit someone empty-handed; we always bring some fruit, milk, or something similar."

"Since we were preparing for Christmas dinner, I brought some ingredients with me."

"Don't worry, it's just been bought, guaranteed fresh."

"Cheroffgood watched as Ethan opened the briefcase and saw the menacing shadow spilling out, his eyes widening."

Help! Help me!

Every year, outside Luna's house.

A group of wizards cautiously peeked out from the woods.

"Are you sure? Luna's family summoned a demon at Christmas?" a wizard asked.

Previously, the witches who were frightened by the three-headed dog nodded frantically.

"I told you! Something terrible was bound to happen to their family sooner or later!"

As they spoke, they shivered.

"Hmph, what's so scary about it?"

A wizard named "Jack" stepped forward. He was a big, burly man with the typical tough guy look.

"They're just two little brats and a sickly, neurotic kid! I'm going to see what they're up to this time!"

He strode across the path, carelessly stepping over the wild thorns on the ground, and arrived at the door.

He raised his hand, about to knock on the door.

【Aaaaaaah!】

Suddenly, a piercing scream came from inside.

The voice was hoarse and indistinct, unlike anything a human could produce.

Jack:

What the hell?!

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately had second thoughts.

But when he glanced back, he saw that everyone else was staring at him.

He had no choice but to muster his courage and slam the door shut.

"Knock knock knock!"

The room fell silent.

Then, the voices of two children rang out:

"Someone's knocking on the door, Luna, could you press the button for me? I need to take care of it first."

"Okay, sure."

...Handle? Handle what?

Jack was puzzled and couldn't help but press his ear against the door.

The next second, "Click!"

A sharp cracking sound, like bones breaking or a neck snapping, rang out right next to Jack's ear!

In an instant, Jack felt a chill run down his spine and his hair stand on end!

He stumbled back several steps, staring in terror at the door in front of him, with only one thought in his mind: escape! Run!

However, his legs were stiff and he could not move.

Followed by.

"Click".

The gates of hell slowly opened before him.

What came into view was a black-haired boy covered in blood.

On his pale face, specks of red and white viscous substance splattered.

The grime had stained the thick yellow gloves brown.

In his hand, he held a guillotine that gleamed with a cold light.

The serrated blade was speckled with bits of meat.

The demon looked down at him with its cobalt blue eyes and slowly spoke:

"Hello, would you like to join our Christmas party?"

Looking at the situation, the seemingly lowly appearance of the third category should be considered, and the appearance of the object is that of a gentle and leisurely person like Guan Gu.

Aaaaaaahh ...

Ethan stood at the door, tilting his head in confusion as he watched the burly man scramble away.

...Are you that shy?

"The wizard village is truly a place of simple, honest, harmonious, and friendly people."

Ethan remarked that he thought this place was really nice.

I'll come often in the future.

Ethan licked the plum sauce off the corner of his mouth.

It's not very sweet, but rather sour and refreshing.

With a flick of his wrist, the guillotine in his hand transformed back into a small dining knife.

At Luna's call, he turned and went inside.

"Click."

The door closed behind me, shrouding the room in chaos and darkness.

"You know what? Luna, I'm planning to paint a mural like never before for a professor at the school who has been very kind to me."

"Click-clack".

"Wow, that sounds amazing! Have you decided what to draw?"

"Plop plop plop".

"Hmm! I did some research and finally decided to replicate an ancient castle with a rich historical background, built by the famous designer Hidetaka Miyabi."

The name is "Sein Ancient City".

at the same time.

A secluded corner of Hogwarts.

You've disappointed me so much! You're useless!!

"Please, please... Ugh!!"

Quirrell collapsed to his knees, trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face, his eyelids twitching from the intense pain.

He failed again.

Ethan not only survived the challenge, but also returned victorious.

This caught Dumbledore's attention.

Quirrell knew that after this, he would never have another chance to strike against Ethan.

Even their every move is under invisible surveillance.

Ethan Vincent has become Quirrell's nightmare, tormenting him every single night.

"...Never mind that brat for now. Let's focus on getting the magic stone!"

[With the Philosopher's Stone, once I've resurrected, everything in this foolish school will be under my control!]

"Yes, yes, Master."

Quirrell kowtowed repeatedly, responding in agreement.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I don't have to deal with that evil monster anymore...

Ethan was simply focused on painting and improving his art.

There's no conflict between taking the magic stone from him and me.

I won't torment him anymore.

Ethan Vincent...you are incredibly powerful, unbelievably wicked.

But once he gets the magic stone and revives his master, you're doomed!

Quirrell couldn't help but snort as he thought about Ethan kneeling and begging for mercy after he got the Philosopher's Stone for his master.

next second.

[You seem to be enjoying this? Looks like my punishment wasn't enough.]

"No, no! Master, once you win, I will definitely retrieve Sheng-I for you."

Merry Christmas, Luna.

At Luna's house.

Ethan nestled on the sofa and smiled as he looked up at Luna, who was walking towards the bedroom upstairs.

Luna held up a candle, the warm orange light reflecting on her gentle face.

"Merry Christmas, Ethan. The plum cake was delicious tonight."

"Good night."

The sound of footsteps echoed as they walked upstairs.

Ethan rolled over on the narrow sofa, put his hands behind his head, and looked up at the mistletoe that looked like withered hands.

He closed his eyes contentedly, thinking:

This year was the best Christmas he had ever had in his memory.