A Blast-Ended Skrewt.
It was another result of Hagrid's cross-breeding experiments.
At this moment,
They looked like a pile of shelled lobsters.
Their slimy, greyish-white bodies were stacked together, with no discernible heads, and multiple legs protruding from their sides, flailing chaotically.
They emitted a strong, putrid odor.
Like rotten meat left out all summer.
Except for Ethan, who was observing them with interest,
All the other students kept their distance.
Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff covered her mouth, her face pale: "I feel a bit like throwing up... ugh..." Padma Patil, one of the twins, glanced at her and teased:
"Isn't your famous Hufflepuff alumnus, Mr. Newt Scamander, the master of magical creatures? And you don't 'cherish' small animals~"
"First, it has to be a normal, natural animal."
Hannah retorted.
Her gaze towards Ethan grew even more admiring.
Hagrid: "Oh! You really understand me, Ethan! These little darlings are bred from Manticores and Fire Crabs."
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
Considering the size difference between the two, a thought couldn't help but cross his mind:
A polyandrous system?
How open-minded.
After the previous Gryffindor and Slytherin class, Hagrid had already been a bit disheartened.
He had originally thought no one could understand the wonder of this new species.
He didn't expect that...
He actually found resonance with Ethan!
Hagrid: "Of course, I can give you one, but I haven't fully figured out their habits yet. You'll have to be careful."
Ethan nodded: "No problem. I just happen to need a pet."
Keeping this unique pet in his dorm.
Presumably, it would surely make those classmates who kept cats or toads green with envy.
As they spoke,
"Bang! Bang!"
A Blast-Ended Skrewt's tail spat out a burst of flame.
Blasting half the body off a nearby fellow Skrewt.
A charred smell, mixed with barbecue and putrefaction, wafted out.
Students: ?!!!
Are they really increasing the intensity for fourth-years now?
Watching Hagrid shout and frantically separate them with his ruthless iron hands,
Ethan sighed: "I take back what I said earlier."
"The world-famous magic school isn't Durmstrang."
"It should be Hogwarts."
In this safest thousand-year-old school in Britain, you can even find lawful behavior.
After a class of feeding,
Ethan successfully brought back a Blast-Ended Skrewt.
As it thrashed wildly in the wooden box, Ethan's expression grew increasingly benevolent.
It's just, for some reason,
That night,
Roommates Michael Corner and Anthony Goldstein moved out of the dorm again.
Their reason was "they loved the common room sofa too much."
It gave them a lot of security.
"Ravenclaw students are really a bunch of weirdos, aren't they?"
Ethan shook his head.
Pinching a frog leg, he teased the Blast-Ended Skrewt hatchling, which was constantly clawing in the box.
Soon after,
Ethan grew tired of it.
He tossed aside the poor frog leg.
He picked up his wand and chanted a spell at the gnawing Blast-Ended Skrewt.
Gibberish, incomprehensible words.
Soon,
A pale white thread of soul appeared.
It emerged from the Blast-Ended Skrewt's greyish-white body, where its head was indistinguishable.
It wrapped around Ethan's wand.
He guided it to a specially made spindle.
Waiting to have its life re-painted.
"Danger hidden in treasure... a monster that devours the greed in people's hearts..."
"Perfect, I'll incorporate the Imperio I learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts Class!"
Ethan murmured.
His cobalt-blue eyes stared intently at the canvas.
His wand transformed into a paintbrush, exuding vibrant, dripping colors.
Shush, shush.
A faint rubbing sound once again echoed in this moonlit room.
Several weeks later,
[Name: "The Sheep-Eating Box"]
[Grade: Tier 2 · Blue Precious]
[Type: Living Painting]
[Effect: Emits an enticing, rich aroma. Upon opening the treasure chest, it will spew flames and explode from within.]
[At the same time, it extends resilient tentacles like clam meat, swallowing a person whole, making it difficult to escape. If not pulled out in time, one will be slowly digested inside.]
[Comment: Added a little Imperio... Oh no! Added too much!]
In the canvas, stood an incredibly magnificent wooden box.
It was adorned with clusters of purple gems, like grapes.
Intricate green patterns were carved upon it.
At first glance, it looked as if it were veiled beneath a grapevine.
It emitted a fermented, intoxicating sweetness.
It permeated the dorm room, drifting into the common room.
Causing the Ravenclaws, who were originally focused on academics, to look up.
A flush gradually spread across their faces, and their eyes became hazy.
As if drunk,
They swayed as they stood up, involuntarily walking towards the source of the scent.
Until a wisp of cool breeze blew through.
Dispelling the rich aroma, everyone sobered up.
They looked at each other, puzzled:
"Huh, what was I just... about to do?"
Then,
They all, by unspoken agreement, looked in the direction of Ethan's dorm room and fell silent.
Just now, it felt as if they had been placed under Imperio!
Ethan, are you doing legitimate creative work?!
Inside the dorm room,
"It's done!"
Ethan's eyes lit up, gazing intently at his new creation.
Based on the Blast-Ended Skrewt, with Imperio added to enhance its effect.
Ethan could guarantee that
It would surely give the other two schools a taste of authentic Hogwarts shock!
Do your schools have such excellent art students and animal hybridization masters?!
"Adding the main dish of 'dragon,' the first task of the Goblet of Fire will be complete!"
Ethan looked at the painting in his hand, which had transformed into a rectangular card, and a delighted smile curled his lips.
"All that's left is to wait for the end of October, when Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrive, and the Goblet of Fire officially begins."
"I can't wait, hehehe~"
Before the delegations from the two schools arrived,
The entire ancient castle was renovated from inside out.
Every Living Painting revealed their tender new flesh, the dusty armors became shiny and stood even straighter.
And Ethan, like a diligent little ant,
Was subtly decorating the hidden corners of Hogwarts.
Even though, many times,
Mr. Lamp watched him helplessly from nearby.
Finally,
October 31st.
The highly anticipated day arrived.
Ethan followed the crowd to the tower to put away his textbooks, saying:
"It's a shame Potions Class ended early. I wanted to see how Professor Snape would poison someone."
Luna cheerfully said: "Maybe he'd put it in a wine flask."
Everyone knew she was just saying something crazy.
But her understated attitude and strangely confident tone made everyone shiver involuntarily.
Michael Corner listened to Ethan and Luna, who were enthusiastically discussing "I lose if I don't poison you to death" before a major event.
He calmly discussed Divination Class with the others.
If you ask, it's just habit.
After putting their things away,
The students came to the entrance hall.
Ethan put on his Prefect badge—he still got it.
On a side note,
Since Ethan began his night patrols, no student had ever violated discipline again.
"Ravenclaw, line up."
Ethan called out lazily, waving his wand.
Suddenly, several iron-grey arms emerged from the floor!
They pushed the excited and noisy young Wizards into formation.
Young Wizards: !!!
With pale faces, they lined up with lightning speed.
Their backs were ramrod straight, and they were utterly silent.
They were like a well-trained army, a stark contrast to the other houses.
Ethan nodded in satisfaction, telling his Dean:
"Professor Flitwick, Ravenclaw is first place, shouldn't we get extra points?"
Professor Flitwick wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, not daring to look at the other colleagues' eyes.
He stammered:
"...Then, Ravenclaw gets five points."
Professor "Moody," who had watched the entire process from the side, thought:
No, is this Hogwarts really named "Vincent"?
This is allowed??
He hissed again, staring at the arms swaying like willow branches on the ground, wondering:
This... why does it look a bit familiar?
It must be an illusion.
After lining up, the students filed into the entrance hall.
They stood on the slope of the lawn, exhaling cold air and waiting anxiously.
The Beauxbatons delegation... I wonder what Miss Fleur looks like now.
Ethan thought.
In his mind, a yellow-haired Picasso portrait appeared.
At this moment,
Ethan's nerves twitched.
He looked up, as if sensing something, towards the clear, cloudless sky.
In his vision, a growing black dot gradually appeared.
"The Beauxbatons delegation is here! Merlin, is that a house?!!!"
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