Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Wait, Hogwarts!

Ethan braked the car suddenly and stopped where he was. A flash of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind, and he immediately sorted out the next course of action. He started again, ran the remaining three kilometers at a faster speed, and rushed towards the Gryffindor Tower in one go.

Back in the dormitory, Ethan opened the box where he kept his textbooks and pulled out the never-opened book "Hogwarts, A History" from the bottom.

Ethan sat down on the bed, opened the thick and heavy book on his legs, and flipped through it carefully to find what he was looking for.

"Well, the Hogwarts chronology... the headmaster... Neopher Fitzgerald, got it!"

"Um……"

Harry, who was still sleeping next to him, was half awakened by Ethan's shouting. He turned over in a daze, mumbling incoherently.

"Ethan... class hasn't started yet, let me sleep a little longer..."

Ethan: ...

Poor kid, don’t scare him next time. Try another way to wake him up.

For example, open the window and then suddenly pull back the quilt to let him fully feel the morning air.

Ethan withdrew his thoughts and continued to read the entries in the book in a low voice.

"Neoff Fitzgerald was the headmaster of Hogwarts from 1304 to 1374. During his tenure, he made great reforms to the school's teaching methods and established a class system that was mainly based on compulsory courses and elective courses for the first time... He also defeated the Salamanders, a group of dark wizards that had repeatedly harassed the area around Hogwarts, together with Professor Percival Rackham, Professor Charles Rookwood, and Professor Sen Bacar..."

The Fire Snake Party, it’s the Fire Snake Party again.

Fortunately, we already know the period of activity of this dark wizard group. The rest...

Ethan flipped a few pages back and came to the entry for the school's faculty and staff, searching in chronological order.

"Percival Rackham, Charms Professor... Charles Rookwood, Potions Professor... Sen Bakar, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor... Isidora Morgana, Charms Professor?"

Well, it was not unreasonable for Isidora, a user of ancient magic, to become a professor at Hogwarts. But Ethan read the entry about Isidora over and over again and soon found something inconsistent.

Normally, a professor's introduction should be from the time he took office to the time he left office. For example, Percival's entry is "Took office as professor of Charms in 1285...changed to professor of Transfiguration in 1321...retired in 1360."

But the discordance of Isidora's entry is that her entry only states that she became the professor of Charms in 1321, but less than ten years later, the professor of Charms returned to Percival, and Isidora only wrote "died in office" in the entry.

"Died in the line of duty" is interesting. Not to mention Isidora's strength as a user of ancient magic, Percival is still alive, so there should be no reason not to save her, right?

Or did Percival not know about this? What kind of ability does it take to kill a Hogwarts professor quietly?

Or was it an internal conflict? Percival and Isidora had a conflict over the application of ancient magic, and then accidentally killed her? What kind of clichéd plot is this? Domestic TV dramas no longer write like this.

It can't be death from overwork, right?

New ideas flooded into Ethan's mind one after another. Ethan closed the book silently and stopped the crazy operation of his brain cells.

It's useless to just speculate here, so I should wait for Professor Figo to come back and tell him all these things. Who knows what he might know.

Ethan put the book back into the box, looked around at the four little ones who were sleeping soundly, and smiled a harmless smile.

"Hurry up~get up~"

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Chapter 25 Let me check if your wand is normal

"So, Seamus, what did you blow up again?"

Near noon, Ethan came out of the library and met Harry and his friends who had just finished their Charms class. Looking at the dark right half of Harry's face and Seamus's afro, his body trembled slightly and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

I seem to have seen this scene somewhere.

"It was a fire-generating spell. Seamus used too much force when he swung his wand at the wood, and the whole wood exploded into charcoal." Hermione was holding a pile of books and shook her head helplessly. "I was always trying to persuade him not to be too impatient..."

"Well, it's not unexpected, but it makes sense." Ethan shrugged. "Luckily Flitwick didn't let you practice with candles, otherwise you and Harry would have suffered first-degree burns at least."

If it were a candle explosion, it would cause splash damage, and the young wizard who had just entered school would not be able to withstand it.

Wait, maybe this really happened, so the teaching aids were replaced with wooden sticks.

No, I can't think about this too much.

"Thank you so much," Seamus said with a dark face, and they started to hurt each other, "At least my stick caught fire, but Ron didn't cause any sparks in the whole class."

Ron's face flushed, his face and hair almost the same color. "This is called accumulation of knowledge. I will definitely be the first one to successfully light a fire in the next class."

The surroundings were suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Okay, I'm going to the library to study now," Hermione said seriously, "I hope you guys don't secretly practice setting the entire Gryffindor Tower on fire in the dormitory. Bye."

Hermione said, and turned to go into the library.

"Sometimes I really think her words are quite irritating," Ron said indignantly as he watched Hermione leave. "I don't mean anything else, but don't you think she is a little too... self-righteous sometimes?"

"All top students are like this. I think she is sincerely reminding you to be safe. It's just the wording... Sigh, how did she get here before coming to Hogwarts?"

Ethan smacked his lips, feeling helpless, and followed Harry and the others through the corridor and up the marble stairs.

"Oh, by the way, Ethan." Harry suddenly asked, "Where did you go this morning when you didn't go to class?"

In the morning Charms class, Ethan handed Professor Flitwick a note asking for leave and went straight into the library to look up information about Isidora. He did not attend class with Harry and the others.

After all, considering the talent Ethan had shown, the first-year courses really wouldn't allow him to learn anything. In addition, the reason Ethan gave was to go to the library to look up information to improve his spell skills, so Professor Flitwick readily agreed.

But it was obvious that the library didn't have any information about Isidora, as if someone had deliberately covered this up.

I did find a lot of information about the Fire Serpents. This was a group of dark wizards that was active in the Middle Ages. They committed all kinds of crimes, including murder, arson, and robbery. They were well-known from the Irish Highlands to Godric's Hollow. Moreover, this group of grandsons were also keen on poaching various magical animals. Once, they stole the eggs of an Atlantean scaly-horned dragon. They ran out less than 50 meters before they were discovered by the dragon mother, who sprayed them with a fireball and almost killed them all.

Recently, he made a big move a hundred years ago, providing assistance to Lanlock, the leader of the goblin rebellion in the late eighteenth century. After Lanlock disappeared, he disappeared without a trace. No one knows whether he was sacrificed or he shrank back and prepared to make another big move.

I just can't understand why humans would help the fairies who are rebelling against them. What's the point?

And no wonder the Salamanders looked familiar to me. The History of Magic textbook talked about the goblin rebellion and mentioned such a group of troublemakers.

"I went to the library to study." Ethan vaguely mentioned what he had done.

"Learning, is it a new spell?" asked the curious baby Neville.

"Yes, it's a new spell. I'll show you a nice one when we get back to the dormitory." Ethan smiled mysteriously and said no more.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, Ethan pulled his wand out of his sleeve and pointed it at Seamus and Harry.

“Scourgify.”

The carbon black on Seamus and Harry's faces from the explosion had completely disappeared.

"That's great, Ethan. No wonder Professor Flitwick granted you leave."

Harry touched his clean and white face, took off his glasses and looked at the shiny lenses, feeling very surprised.

"a piece of cake."

Ethan held out his hand to Ron.

"Ron, give me your wand."

"Huh?" Ron looked confused. "What do you want my wand for?"

"Stop talking nonsense and let me see your wand."

"Oh, okay. Here, for you."

Ron took out his wand without knowing what was going on and handed it to Ethan.

Ethan took Ron's wand and turned it back and forth in his hand, his eyes fixed on every detail of the wand.

This is a very worn wand. The paint on some parts of the wand has peeled off, and the tip of the wand is severely worn and shining with white light. That is the unicorn hair that serves as the core of the wand, and the tip has been exposed.

"Tsk... it's more serious than I thought. If this next trick doesn't work, there's no hope."

He placed Ron's old wand on a casual table in the corner of the common room, touched it with the tip of his own wand, and whispered, "Magicum Reparo."

The old wand glowed silvery, and the fallen paint automatically repaired itself under the light. The severely worn tip of the wand slowly grew new wood, wrapping around the exposed unicorn hair core.

"Well, give it a try. Although it's not the best wand for you, it's better to use after being repaired than the previous battle-damaged version."

Ethan said with a little tiredness. The move just now actually involved some ancient magic, which consumed some of his energy. With the preparation of the previous cleaning spell, I think Harry and the others would not find any clues, and would only think that they were talented.

Ron picked up his brand new wand and waved it gently. Red sparks burst out from the tip of the wand and exploded into brilliant fireworks in the air.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed in surprise, "How did you do that?"

“Basic operations, low-key and low-key.”

Ethan waved his hand nonchalantly, pulled a hair from the tassel on the table, placed it on the table and used a Transfiguration spell to turn it into a piece of wood.

"Now try casting the fire spell again."

"Good," Ron pointed his wand at the wood and flicked his wrist, "The flames are blazing."

Peng——

A bright orange flame ignited in the center of the wood.

"It seems to be working well." Ethan smiled as he looked at Ron who was playing with the wand lovingly.

Well, actually, it’s better not to mention the fact that I used his old wand as a guinea pig.

Chapter 26: There is a Ventriloquist in the School

noon.

Ethan and his crew finally managed to lead Ron, who was so obsessed with casting spells with his new wand, out of the common room and set out on a journey to eat.

"This feeling is so wonderful. I won't be held back by my old wand anymore. It makes me so happy!"

Ron fiddled with the wand in his hand, walking up the marble stairs with an uncaring step.

"Okay, okay, I know you're great." Ethan said with a smile.

Ron was only an eleven-year-old boy after all, so it was reasonable for him to be overly excited about his new toy.

But then again, Ron's own foundation is not bad. For him, what limits his ability is more his low self-esteem and lack of self-confidence.

His brothers were all too outstanding, and he, who was not as outstanding, seemed too mediocre in comparison. In addition, his parents often compared him with his brothers, and he was not given any good things. The things he used were all left over by his brothers. It was inevitable that he would develop negative emotions of inferiority over time.

This can be seen in "Half-Blood Prince" when Harry pretends to make Ron think he has drunk a lucky potion in order to build up his confidence and win the Quidditch game.

What Ethan did was more of a placebo effect. The new wand might not be so compatible with Ron, but Ron would think that he would be able to cast spells better with the new wand, and his mentality would also improve significantly.

"The next Charms class will be a great opportunity for me to show off my skills! I must demonstrate my true strength. Just Hermione? I will definitely suppress her so much that she won't be able to raise her head!"

Ron turned around and walked backwards down the stairs, looking more confident than ever before.

"Then you have to be careful, Ron." Ethan pretended to be serious and said, "If God wants to destroy a person, he must first make him crazy. Be careful that excessive joy will lead to sorrow."

"How is it possible? Ethan, please stop exaggerating. How could such a thing happen to me..."

The marble staircase was just beginning to move to another platform. Ron, who was on the last step, took a step back and lost his balance. His body leaned back and was about to fall from the sky.

"careful!"

Ethan took a big step to Ron and grabbed the collar of Ron's robe, stopping Ron's transformation into a humanoid high-altitude throwing object.

"Look, what did I say?" Ethan pulled Ron back to the stairs with a sudden force, and said unhappily, "If you keep showing off, you'll get a brain injury."

"Phew, I was scared to death." Ron patted his chest, still feeling a lingering fear. "Ethan, you're right. If you show off too much, you will get punished... Ouch!"

A book fell from a high altitude and hit Ron on the head. Ron covered the bump on his head and roared angrily towards the upstairs in dissatisfaction.

"Who is so uncultured as to throw something down from a high altitude? Are you missing a screw in your brain?"

Ethan picked up the book on the ground and patted the dirt on it. It was a book called "Intermediate Transfiguration".

"Whose textbook is this?" Ethan turned to the title page of the book. The owner's name that should have been written on it was scratched by ink marks several times, and the original words could no longer be seen. Instead, there was a line of words written on the top:

"DIRTY MUDBLOOD"

Ethan frowned. This was not a good word. "Mudblood" was a derogatory term for Muggle-born or half-blood wizards. This discriminatory term implied that a person's bloodline was dirty and therefore extremely offensive. It was generally only used by pure-blood supremacists to refer to non-pure-blood wizards.

Pureblood supremacists would argue that Muggle-borns and half-bloods are an inferior race, unworthy of magic, despite the fact that they have no difference in magical power compared to pure-bloods. Clearly, this was written by someone else in a book that did not belong to him.

"Oh, I'll go!"

Ron's voice attracted Ethan's attention. He closed the book, looked up and followed the grinning Ron's gaze. Several more books were spinning and falling from the air.

"Shock reduction to stop speed."

Ethan drew out his wand and pointed it upwards. The books instantly stopped in mid-air and then slowly descended.

"Fly here."