Before opening the door and delivering a bit of warmth to Cerberus, Ethan still needed to practice this Chain Spell.
"Practice makes perfect, but unfortunately, it's the civilized year of 1991, and there are no poaching gangs lurking in the Forbidden Forest just waiting to be used as targets," Ethan murmured, feeling a genuine pang of regret.
He'd read in history textbooks about those glorious days a century ago, back when Phineas Nigellus Black was Headmaster of Hogwarts. During ...
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And so it went.
Professor Quirrell was surprised to see Ethan wearing an excited expression, even though he'd clearly failed to cast the spell.
Is he a masochist??
Professor Quirrell couldn't understand it.
Just as he was about to offer some guidance, he saw Ethan raise his wand again.
Over and over.
He wasn't discouraged in the slightest, even when nothing happened.
Calmly and determinedly, he waved his wand and chanted the incantation.
In the ...
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After Harry made his suggestion, Sirius Black cheerfully raised his arm, beckoning to his godson’s two best friends.
“Hermione, Ron!” he called.
The two hurried over, and Sirius extended an invitation. “Harry just told me he’d love for you both to join us at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place for Christmas—how does that sound?”
“Spend Christmas with you lot?” Ron lowered his arm, his face lighting up with surprise. “Of course, that’s brilliant! Mum and Dad ...
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Children always admire heroes, especially someone like Sirius Black—a dark hero burdened with secrets and the quest to clear his name—who’s particularly popular among them. As a result, shops like Honeydukes in Hogsmeade specifically sought out Sirius to endorse their products.
Though Sirius always grumbled that it was far too childish or some such nonsense, Harry couldn’t help but notice he seemed to secretly enjoy signing the contracts.
“So, it’s all over just like t...
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"First, we'll practice the hand movements for memory extraction... They—they're the most basic aids."
"The—the wand tip needs to have a subtle, small tremor."
Quirrell waved his wand, just as Ethan had seen in the book.
The posture was somewhat like extracting one's own thoughts and placing them into a Pensieve.
Ethan imitated Professor Quirrell's movements.
The light brown, horizontally ribbed hornbeam wand traced graceful arcs in the air, accompanied by tin...
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"It's fine, I have my own arrangements," Ethan said cheerfully.
"When the competition comes, they'll know if my choice was correct."
"..."
Looking at Ethan's bright smile, the trio shivered in unison.
Alright.
Since Ethan said so...
They lit a candle for the other contestants.
The few of them quietly began to do their own things.
Ethan continued to immerse himself in the book "Human Alchemy."
From time to time, he would let out a soft excl...
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It must be said that Cassandra’s words were an absolute deathblow to those two.
The old couple—well, neither Snape nor Sirius could stomach the idea. From the moment they met, they’d been at each other’s throats, each wishing the other would just drop dead. Sirius found the thought of being associated with Snape utterly revolting, and Snape felt the same about Sirius. Almost instinctively, they both resolved to steer clear of each other from now on, if only to avoid any more sho...
2025-08-16 06:25:07 +0000 UTC
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Voldemort wasn’t easy to track down. The entirety of America was vast, and if Voldemort was truly determined to stay hidden, no one could find him.
As Death had said, the priority now was to revive Poppy as quickly as possible.
Mr. Flamel’s spell was, for the time being, merely a backup option. After all, it didn’t exactly sound like white magic.
Who ever heard of white magic requiring a father’s bone, a servant’s flesh, and an enemy’s blood?
What, were the...
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“Friends? Ha! What a ridiculous word! Friends!” Peter screamed, his voice cracking with a manic edge. “Did you ever truly see me as a friend? Or was I just some lackey trailing behind you, puffing up your egos, doing your bidding—Peter, fetch this; Peter, grab that! I never wanted to do those things—those dangerous things!”
He pounded his fists into the snow beside him, as if the act could purge years of buried pain and fear. Peter no longer cared about the consequences, not...
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"Is it time to rescue the princess…?"
Ethan mumbled groggily, still lost in the depths of sleep.
The already faint female voice faltered, then called out with greater urgency.
Yet its volume only grew softer and weaker.
Finally, it unleashed a shriek laced with fury and terror before falling utterly silent.
As if it had been dragged into the abyss.
Warm moonlight poured through the window, spilling into the room, but it was halted by the thick, impenetrab...
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Upon hearing Veratia’s question, Mr. Flamel revealed a mysterious smile.
“Well, what’s needed…” he repeated Veratia’s question, chuckling. “That’s indeed a fine question. Give me a moment.”
With that, Mr. Flamel turned and scurried out of the small cottage.
Moments later, he came trotting back, his steps lively.
Harry noticed he was clutching a book in his hands, another one, about the same thickness and size as the one they’d found earlier with the...
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For wild magical creatures or ordinary animals that neither hibernate nor store food for emergencies, the Forbidden Forest’s winter is a time of scarcity. They must hunt to secure the nutrients necessary for survival.
Peter Pettigrew, ever fearful for his life, would never dare venture out in his rat form to forage under such conditions. Unlike Harry, an ordinary wizard’s Animagus form cannot wield magic, relying solely on the physical capabilities of the transformed animal. A mere ...
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A few seconds ticked by in silence.
Quirrell, still shaken, gingerly rose from the cold stone floor and slumped into the chair Ethan had summoned with a casual flick of his wand, a perfectly executed Levitation Charm. Quirrell forced a smile, but it twisted into something more akin to a grimace, his face betraying his defeat. He was utterly subdued, tamed by Ethan’s relentless presence.
How pitiful.
The faint glow from the chandelier above bathed Quirrell in a harsh light,...
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To their utter dismay, what seemed like a straightforward path had turned into a complete deadlock.
To learn what sacrifice would compel Death to answer their questions, they first needed Death to answer their questions.
A perfect loop, indeed.
“Now what?” Harry whispered.
“I don’t know…” Veratia murmured back.
“How about…” Harry glanced at Lady Death, then back at Veratia. “We buy her another McDonald’s? Or maybe try Burger King. I think th...
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It was impressive, but not that impressive.
Having witnessed a staggering and overwhelming truth with his own eyes, Sirius Black was momentarily so excited that he could barely string a coherent sentence together.
Given Harry’s wishes, Sirius had already mentally prepared himself for his godson’s Animagus form to be a cow—whether a North American buffalo or a European bison, a robust bovine form would certainly be fitting. Sirius had even pictured transforming into ...
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"What's wrong, Professor Quirrell? Why are you suddenly sweating so much? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Ethan suddenly stepped closer to Quirrell.
A hint of malice flashed in his cobalt-blue eyes, reflecting his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's sweaty, pale face.
"Go ask that child... Go ask him why he wants to learn the magic of soul separation... Ask him now!"
Quirrell jolted.
The furious and urgent voice in his mind whipped his spine like an iron...
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Hermione’s face was ashen, utterly unprepared for the treatment she received after speaking up for Kreacher. For a fledgling idealist like her, it was a harsh blow to the head. It would have been one thing if Kreacher had simply been ungrateful, but his unparalleled venomous retort left her scalp prickling with unease.
“But I was only trying to help…” the young witch murmured, her eyes brimming with tears as she quietly defended herself.
Kreacher didn’t wait for Sirius t...
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Contrary to Harry’s expectations, even without lights or candles, the small room adorned with a summoning circle glowed as brightly as daylight.
At the center of the circle stood a chestnut-colored chair, upon which sat an elegant woman dressed in a black overcoat, holding a cane. She appeared elderly, yet the marks of time could not diminish her refined and noble aura. Seeing Harry push open the door, she gave an elegant smile.
“We meet again, Potter,” she said.
“Go...
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“I just wish my Animagus form could be what I’ve always wanted,” Harry said, his face showing a rare expression that could only be described as yearning or hope. “That way, I’d be a true tauren.”
In his many years in Azeroth, especially when he was younger, this had been the deepest desire buried in Harry’s heart.
Yes, he could distinguish that his true race was human, and he understood that calling himself a tauren was merely a psychological identification. But deep...
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At these words, the classroom immediately erupted into an uproar!
Penelope stared at Ethan in astonishment, unable to believe what she had just heard!
Ethan was going to participate in the competition alone?!
Not teaming up with anyone else?
Had he gone mad?!
No.
Even the maddest person wouldn't joke with their own life like that!
Everyone's eyes widened, and Cedric raised his eyebrows high.
Only Gemma Farley, who had known Ethan's thoughts for ...
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The blood surged, boiling fiercely, until the entire Great Hall echoed with the gurgling sound of simmering liquid.
Even the anguished screams of Tiffany, writhing beneath the bowl, could not drown out this seething roar.
A sinister red light flared, bathing the hall in a crimson glow.
Before long, the blood rising from the bowl began to coalesce, forming the ethereal silhouette of a figure with six wings.
“My lord.”
Tom bowed deeply, his posture reverent.
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Based on Harry’s judgment, Ragehorn’s intelligence was roughly equivalent to that of a six- or seven-year-old human child, and this wasn’t even her ceiling. As she grew older and experienced more, Ragehorn might well become the first dragon with wisdom nearly indistinguishable from a human’s.
For now, though… Harry firmly rejected Ragehorn’s request to be fitted with a suit of armor. It wasn’t just the practical issues—dragonhide studded with iron armor gave Harry some s...
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Among the eleven selected individuals, excluding Ethan himself, Ethan noticed a few familiar faces.
Oliver Wood from Gryffindor (it seemed Percy Weasley hadn't been chosen).
Gemma Farley from Slytherin.
Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff.
This third-year boy looked at him with curiosity and a spark of competitive fire.
If it weren't for Ethan, Cedric would have been the youngest participant, stealing the spotlight.
Unfortunately, with Ethan—a first-year—her...
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“Merlin’s beard, it’s a stunning upperclassman!”
Michael Corner, standing beside Ethan Vincent, was practically vibrating with excitement, as if he’d been hit with a Cheering Charm gone wild.
He tugged desperately at Ethan’s sleeve, his eyes gleaming like a Niffler spotting gold, practically drooling.
Bloody hell!
Why did all the gorgeous older girls always come looking for Ethan?
Michael’s jealousy was so intense he might’ve spontaneously t...
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San Diego, USA
The lingering echoes of Halloween had yet to fade, at least not at San Diego High School, where students were still immersed in the festive revelry.
This year’s homecoming dance was unlike any before. Traditionally, the alumni dance was held a month after the start of the school year, but this year, it was scheduled for the day after Halloween.
Perhaps this was tied to other reasons, ones not so easily explained.
The alumni dance, by i...
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Processed snake skin, intact basilisk scales, sturdy snake bones, and finished steel purchased from Muggles... Beside his small cabin, Harry stoked a blazing furnace, forging new equipment—including a set for himself. In the end, he crafted a total of seven finished pieces.
For Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Luna, considering the young age of these three friends and his apprentice, the materials used were relatively modest. The design of their chainmail was similar to the set Harry had w...
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Quirrell stared at Ethan Vincent’s outstretched hand, his mind blank, unable to shake off the daze that gripped him.
He… agreed?
Just like that?
Why? In Ethan’s eyes, wasn’t he just a bumbling, useless professor?
Could it be—had Ethan uncovered his true identity?
In an instant, Quirrell’s heart lurched. A flicker of panic and malice flashed across his eyes, his hand instinctively tightening around his wand.
Then, a piercing gaze s...
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James shot upright, his curiosity piqued as only a boy his age could be by the hint of a secret.
“Spill it, quick,” he demanded eagerly.
“Spill what?” Sirius teased, deliberately dangling the bait. “What do you want me to say?”
“Hey, Sirius!”
James, not amused, rolled over and pinned Sirius to the edge of the bed, grabbing his collar and shaking him playfully.
Sirius, caught in James’s grip, stuck out his tongue, pretending to be dazed and disor...
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"It's not fair at all."
The voice repeated again, faint, soft, enchanting, and filled with a compelling allure that gripped the heart, as if under a spell. Lockhart's previously wildly excited emotions suddenly calmed down.
"......Yes, it's not fair at all," his eyes staring straight ahead, Lockhart softly echoed, "I've paid everything for fame, what have you paid?"
"Yes......he paid nothing......" that mouth still murmuring, "What's more, wasn't it you who pushed all this?"...
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Ethan turned, his cobalt-blue eyes locking onto Quirrell with an unsettling calm. Beneath the professor’s forced, wooden expression, Ethan caught a flicker of venomous hatred.
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
Had Quirrell forgotten the allure of his artwork?
Ethan’s lips curled into a faint, mischievous smile. He opened his palm, and a shimmer of iridescent colors—twisting like soap bubbles in sunlight—swirled into existence.
No way would Quirrell dare touch him in...
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