In the distance.
The faint screams of students drifted over.
It looked like they were having a lot of fun.
Ethan watched this Auror, overflowing with a sense of justice, from behind his swirling mask.
For a moment, silence fell between them, the atmosphere tense and deadlocked.
...He vaguely remembered the last Auror with such "high aspirations." His name was Dawlish, or was it Dirk?
He had already become a permanent resident at St Mungo's.
Ethan really couldn't bear to see another young person make the same mistake.
So, he spoke up to persuade her:
"What Dark Magic? This is clearly 'edutainment'—teaching through fun."
Connie: "..."
She listened to the waves of miserable screams coming from not far away. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of cream and little wizards flying into the air.
She thought to herself:
I don't believe a word you say.
You Warp demon, you're rotten to the core.
"Cut the crap! Incarcerous!"
Here it comes! Connie shouted explosively. The wand in her hand suddenly transformed into a long whip, striking toward him like a snake.
Bang!
Ethan dodged to the side.
The whip lashed against a porcelain plate, shattering it instantly!
Fine shards splattered outward, transforming into a rain of white paint upon the long table.
Ethan sighed with regret: "Oh, what a pity. Those were rare works of art—"
Before he could finish his sentence.
The next second.
His leg! The whip, having missed its target, suddenly changed direction and shot toward Ethan's calf like a sharp arrow.
In the blink of an eye, it had coiled around him several times!
Phew~
Ethan whistled, remaining completely unbothered by the fact that he was being tied up.
He said thoughtfully:
"You like it rough? Is this what young girls are into these days?"
"What did you say?!"
Connie glared, a mix of shame and anger on her face.
She yanked the whip tight, intending to arrest this "Dark Wizard" immediately.
For some reason, the other party's tone felt inexplicably familiar to her.
Reflexively, a blush flew across her cheeks, and her heart skipped a beat for a few seconds.
However.
The listener read into it, but the speaker meant nothing by it.
Ethan: "If this is the extent of your power, you won't be able to catch me."
"Miss Rosier, since you dared to break in here alone..."
Ethan snapped his fingers with a crisp Pa!
As if suddenly losing its magical support, the long whip binding his calf fell away in response!
It turned into a limp, soft rope!
"You must be prepared for the consequences, right?"
From behind the mask.
Ethan smiled, his cobalt blue eyes fixing on the stunned young Auror before him.
"Huh?!"
Connie froze, hurriedly retracting the whip.
Her gaze grew heavy.
...That strike just now must have been a Transfiguration spell.
No wand required. His proficiency with magic had reached a state of perfection, as natural as using another limb!
As an outstanding graduate of Gryffindor, the thought of "calling for backup" had never even crossed her mind.
She had gone through so much trouble to track him down that she had just charged straight in.
...She was going to get punished when she got back.
The moment she thought about returning, only to be punished by copying the Auror Handbook dozens of times, Connie couldn't help but reveal a pained expression.
On top of her head.
It was as if two invisible puppy ears had drooped down.
...But, if she could successfully catch this bizarre Dark Wizard.
She could redeem herself!
At this thought.
Connie's eyes suddenly lit up!
The corners of her mouth lifted, and she glared at "Professor Norn" with soaring fighting spirit, shouting:
"Hmph! Don't get cocky! I still have to go back to Azkaban to supervise Ethan!"
Hearing this sentence.
Ethan—the man himself—stumbled in mid-step.
His face darkened as he looked at the highly motivated Connie with an indescribable expression.
...You woman, the whole reason I'm dealing with you is because I don't want to be supervised every moment of the day!
Are you really this professional?
"In that case, it seems I have no choice but to defeat you here," Ethan said slowly, flipping his wrist as his wand appeared in his hand.
Perfect.
Time to test the newly acquired Knowledge Skill.
It wasn't enough for his paintings to be strong; he himself needed the strength to ensure he wouldn't be taken out by a sneak attack!
"Then just try it! Incendio!"
Connie gave a low shout!
She swung the whip with full force. A black shadow swept through the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, before slapping against the ground with a loud crack!
Whoosh!
Flames swept upward!
They transformed into giant, blazing roses, devouring everything in their path.
Tablecloths, teacups, and pastries were all melted within the fire!
It lunged toward Ethan!
"Truly fiery magic," Ethan lamented. "To be so intense, you must possess a heart that is equally passionate and surging."
"Completely different from someone quiet and introverted like me."
"Aguamenti."
Ethan waved his wand lightly, remaining as immovable as a mountain.
Magic surged.
The next second, like an erupting volcano or a collapsing glacier!
A tsunami, like a natural chasm, rose from the table!
It towered several meters high, casting a shadow that completely enveloped Connie!
In contrast, those flaming roses looked incredibly petite!
"Wh-What?!"
Connie's mouth dropped open abruptly, looking up in astonishment at the overwhelming tsunami.
Screaming in her mind:
This is "Aguamenti"??
Since when does your bloody Aguamenti look like this!!
Connie: "Damn it! Dodge first! It's just water in the end, it won't have that much power—"
Just as Connie thought this.
The originally clear wave underwent a change!
[Level 4 Knowledge Skill: Profound Thinking has taken effect]
[The manifestation of magic will change according to the caster's state]
Splash.
A smear of blood red, as if red ink had been dripped in, gradually spread from the bottom up.
From faint to thick, from shallow to deep.
Finally, it turned into a blood-like crimson!
Skeletons! Like a sea of death capable of swallowing ships, the wave carried terrifying bones within it.
Groaning, withered arms reached out.
Scratching endlessly, as if trying to drag the living down into the depths with them!
[Aguamenti → Sea of the Nether Beach!]
["Oh living ones, do not step into that crimson sea, do not disturb the slumbering souls!"]
"Oh my, that's actually quite interesting."
Ethan opened his eyes wide in surprise, looking at the blood-red tide with great interest.
He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Intoxicated, he immersed himself in that thick aura of curses.
Ah... it's the smell of home...
"Guh! Block it!!"
Connie waved her whip vigorously. A magical barrier rose around her, and the long table beneath her feet suddenly transfigured into a tall shield.
Black roses formed of magic condensed upon its surface.
Like an enchanted weapon.
Possessing a durability far beyond the object itself!
Bang!
The wave crashed down like a giant palm with absolutely no tenderness for the fairer sex.
In an instant, it smashed those roses into dregs!
"Urgh!"
The young Auror's scream was drowned out by the seawater.
The blazing fire had resisted the erosion of the water, and even evaporated part of it.
However.
In the end, it was ruthlessly snuffed out by those deathly silent skeletons.
Leaving only a patch of scorched black on the ground.
Moments later.
The blood-red tide receded.
Crunch.
Ethan stepped over the remaining skeletons, walking forward step by step.
Finally, he stopped beside the unconscious young Auror.
At this moment.
This Black Rose from the French family had hair plastered messily against her face, her clothes soaking wet—a total mess.
Her wand had fallen to the side.
She had been knocked out by the "shock" of Ethan's wondrous magic, yet she was still mumbling:
"Mmm... I... I won't give up..."
Ethan rubbed his chin, murmuring: "What a resilient Auror. With such stubborn determination, coupled with decent strength, no wonder she could become a leader at such a young age."
It was just...
She put all that stubbornness in the wrong place.
She used it all on him.
"Sigh," Ethan shook his head regretfully. "Miss Rosier must have also been captivated by my great art, right? Her methods were just a bit too radical and fanatical."
"It's all because I'm too excellent~"
Ethan smirked triumphantly.
Secretly delighted.jpg
—Successfully took down the supervising Auror, solving a major problem!
"Now, I can go deep into Azkaban at night to explore the Dark Wizard's treasure without any hindrance!"
Ethan thought happily, feeling a sudden sense of relief and lightness in his heart.
It was as refreshing as a stuffed nose suddenly clearing up during a cold!
"Perfect. Things over there are basically finished too."
Ethan turned his head, looking toward the March Hare's side, where all sound had ceased.
The students must have been so thrilled they passed out.
Falling into a sleep as deep as a baby's.
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