Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Several books flew accurately into Ethan's hands. Ethan opened the book and saw that there were indeed the same words on the title page.

"Ron, did you see which platform it is?" Ethan asked Ron as he sorted out several books.

"There!" Ron rubbed the bump on his head and pointed to a platform on the fifth floor.

"Let's go!" Ethan picked up the book and rushed to the fifth floor.

Harry and the others looked at each other and followed Ethan to the fifth floor.

Ethan ran to the fifth floor in two steps and heard some noisy sounds coming from deep in the corridor connected to the platform.

"Don't try to show off, you nerd who can only read books. Just give us the books in your hands and kneel down to beg for mercy." A sarcastic male voice gave orders arrogantly.

"No, this is the only thing I can't give you."

A small voice replied, weak but firm.

"Yoho, you little Mudblood is pretty tough! Beat him up!"

The voice shouted in annoyance.

There was another round of punching and kicking mixed with insults.

Ethan followed the sound to the corner of the corridor and looked sideways towards the source of the sound. He saw a group of students about fifteen or sixteen years old punching and kicking a black-haired boy with glasses and a bob haircut under the window at the end of the corridor.

"That's pretty smart," Ethan sneered, "You don't use a wand to cast the spell, so as to avoid being found out by someone using a flashback spell."

Harry and the others also came up behind Ethan, panting, and looked at the group of people tiptoeingly.

"I knew they were all Slytherins," Ron whispered, looking as if he had expected it.

"What's wrong with Slytherin?" Ethan's face became darker and darker. "Can Slytherin bully other students at will?"

"No, they are all Slytherin students, including the one being bullied." Ron continued in a low voice, "Most Slytherin students believe in pure-blood supremacy - pure-blood wizards are supreme, and look down on half-blood and Muggle-born wizards. I just didn't expect that they would not even let go of their own students in the same house."

"Hey, I have a bad temper." Ethan rolled up his sleeves and rushed out, "Racial discrimination, right? Let them see the iron fist punishment of Muggle wizards."

"Ethan, don't go over there." Neville grabbed the corner of Ethan's clothes. "I know the leader, he is Neil Drachman Rosier from the fifth grade. He relies on the fact that he is one of the so-called 'Twenty-Eight Pure-Blooded Saints' to gather a large group of pure-blooded superiority students and bully those non-pure-blood students everywhere. We can't beat them alone, so let's go and call the professor."

Neville pointed his finger at a brown-haired boy, who was also the source of the sarcastic male voice.

"Neville, you reminded me that there's no need to confront them head-on." Ethan raised his eyebrows and grinned at Neville, "But there's no need to call the professor over. Just watch my show."

Ethan asked Harry and the others to return to the marble staircase and pretend to walk up slowly. Then he cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, walked to the other side of the corridor, put his hand to his throat, and pinched his throat to pretend to be Professor Flitwick's voice:

"What are you guys doing?"

Chapter 27 What is your name?

"What are you doing?"

The old and shrill voice made the students pause.

"Oh no, it's old Flitwick, run!"

A black-haired boy with a crew cut in the crowd was the first to react and called out to his accomplices.

"Retreat!" Neil Drachman Rozier kicked the boy with glasses twice more, spat, and led the way towards the marble stairs in the opposite direction of the sound.

A group of strange people from all races swarmed into the marble staircase like wasps and met Harry and his friends who were pretending to go upstairs.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

"Make way!"

A group of people were noisily walking through the group of Harry and the others.

"Hey, watch your walking!" Harry, who was at the front, was knocked off balance by Neil Rozier, who was leading the group. He rubbed his shoulders and complained in dissatisfaction.

Neil Rosier heard Harry's voice, stopped in the crowd, turned around at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at Harry steadily.

"Ah~, isn't this our great savior, Harry Potter." Rosier forced a sly smile, "Nice to meet you. My name is Neil Drachman Rosier. I'm very sorry to have offended you. I hope we can have a deeper exchange next time we meet."

Rosier bowed slightly to Harry, then followed the team down the marble stairs and disappeared around the corner of a platform on the third floor.

"Tsk, another Malfoy." Ron looked at Rosier's departing back with a look of disdain, "Harry, are you okay?"

"It's okay," Harry said to Ron, swinging his shoulders around in a circle.

"Let's go and see how Ethan is doing." Simo took the lead and ran onto the platform, followed by the others.

On the other side, Ethan, who was squatting on the opposite side of the corridor, watched their figures disappear from the platform, then stood up and lifted his invisibility. Holding a few books that had been thrown downstairs in one hand, he turned the corner and walked towards the boy huddled under the window.

"It's okay, they've left." Ethan stood in front of the boy, bent down slightly and extended his hand to him, trying to make himself look more friendly, "Can you still stand up?"

The boy held a thick black book tightly in his arms, raised his head and looked at Ethan carefully, the black pupils behind the glass lenses reflecting Ethan's face. After a moment, he timidly stretched out a hand to Ethan, while the other hand was still tightly holding the black book in his arms.

Ethan clasped his hands together, exerted a little force on his hands, and helped the boy up.

After the boy was helped up, he quickly let go of Ethan's hand, held the book in his arms with both hands, stood there with his head down and said nothing.

Ethan's eyes shifted slightly, looking the boy up and down. When he helped the boy up, he took a half step back, keeping a distance of about one meter between him and the boy, which showed his friendliness to the boy without offending the introverted person.

The boy was slightly shorter than him, and looked very thin. When Ethan helped him up just now, he felt that the boy was too light. The boy's black robe was covered with footprints of different sizes, but it was still obvious that it was not a cheap second-hand product.

"…So, what's your name? Aren't you and those guys from Slytherin House? Why did they bully you?" Ethan asked.

The boy pursed his lips, said nothing, hugged the book in his hand tightly, moved his body towards the wall again, and lowered his head even more.

“If you don’t want to say it, forget it.” Ethan smiled helplessly and handed the book in his hand to the boy.

"Are these books yours?"

When the boy saw the book in Ethan's hand, his eyes lit up. He stepped forward and took the book back from Ethan, thanking him in a low voice.

"……Thanks."

"You're welcome, it's just a coincidence." Ethan breathed a sigh of relief. The little ancestor finally spoke. No matter what, since the other party was willing to communicate, it was a good thing. He kept smiling at the boy and continued, "I'm Ethan, just call me Ethan. Can you tell me your name?"

"…Shanans."

The boy made a sound as thin as a mosquito.

"what?"

Ethan frowned. The voice was so soft that he only heard the second half of the sentence.

The boy raised his head, revealing a delicate face. He took a deep breath and said to Ethan:

"Alanna, my name is Alanna Shanans."

"Alanna... is a good name."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it.

At this time, Harry and the others also rushed over, stopped behind Ethan, and looked Alana up and down.

Faced with these slightly aggressive gazes, Alanna subconsciously stepped back and lowered her head.

"Alright, alright, stop staring at me." Ethan waved his hand to stop Harry and the others from doing that, and then said to Alanna, "We won't force you to say something if it's inconvenient for you to say it. If you have any questions in the future, you can always come to Gryffindor Tower to find me - we are all Gryffindor students."

Alanna nodded and was about to leave this dangerous place.

"Wait a moment!"

Ethan suddenly called out to Alanna.

Alanna's body trembled violently and she stood there at a loss.

Ethan pulled out the wand from his sleeve, waved it gently at Alanna, and said:

“Recover.”

All the footprints on Alanna's robe disappeared, the bruises on her face gradually faded, and her slightly deformed glasses returned to their proper shape.

Alana looked at her robe and her face turned red to her ears. She turned around and bent slightly towards Ethan, then quickened her pace while holding the book, squeezed past Harry and the others, and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

"Strange guy." Ron looked back at the end of the corridor and shook his head.

"Indeed, he gives me a weird feeling." Ethan stroked his chin, thinking.

I always feel like something is wrong, and it’s something very important, what is it?

"Oh, by the way, Ethan. Just now, Neil was on the stairs with Harry..." Ron changed the subject and told Ethan what happened on the stairs.

The five of them ran quickly towards the auditorium while talking and laughing.

Hogwarts Great Hall.

Hermione looked at the five people who had arrived late and frowned: "You guys...did you really set the tower on fire?"

"No way! Are we so naive? You can rest assured." Ron was extremely happy because he got a new wand. It was rare that he did not argue with Hermione and sat down directly.

"..." Hermione looked at Ron, who was acting out of character, and asked with a constipated look on her face, "Then why did you come so late?"

Ron looked around and confirmed that no one at the Slytherin table noticed this side. Then he whispered to Hermione in a mysterious way, "We just met Neil Rosier on the stairs."

"Neil Rosier? The Slytherin Neil Drakman Rosier?" Percy's surprised voice came from the side, "You didn't have a conflict with him?"

"Probably not." Ron recalled, "He just bumped into Harry, but he apologized to Harry, and that was it."

"That's good," Percy breathed a sigh of relief, "You better not mess with him."

"What do you mean?" Ethan became interested.

Percy put the knife and fork in his hand on the table, picked up a glass of pumpkin juice and drank it while saying, "This Neil Rosier... How should I put it? He is a pure-blood supremacist. He relies on his family's position in the Ministry of Magic to gather a group of followers in the school and bully those non-pure-blood students everywhere."

"Well, what else?" Ethan raised his eyebrows. This guy is indeed not a good person.

"He has a perverse and violent personality and cannot tolerate others telling him what to do. Once someone gives him some advice, he will pretend to accept it, but then secretly trip others up. And since he became the Slytherin prefect this year, this situation has become more serious. At first, he used his position to target non-pure-blood students, and then gradually developed into suppressing all students who offended him and whom he disliked."

"What about the professors? Don't they care about these things?" Hermione was very angry across the table.

"Professor? Forget about it. This guy is so timid and cries in front of the professor, saying that he will change in the future. He pretends to be so sincere, but when he leaves the office, he bullies the students who complain even more. And even if the matter gets out of hand, he uses his family's power to coerce and bribe the other party to let it go. Over time, no one dares to complain anymore. In short, you should stay away from him. If you can't afford to provoke him, you can hide away."

Percy took the last sip of pumpkin juice, shrugged, and ended his explanation.

"That's it..."

Ethan frowned. This Neil Rozier was indeed not an easy person to deal with.

He took two bites of steak, thought of something, and asked Percy next to him:

"Percy, do you know this person named Alanna Shanans?"

Chapter 28 Psychopathy

"female?!"

Ethan's distorted voice due to excessive surprise echoed over the auditorium, and his entire face became extremely distorted due to the extremely shocking fact.

"Yeah, a woman." Percy nodded. "Why, you don't know?"

"Ah... I can't say I knew nothing about it, I can only say I was totally unaware." Ethan managed his facial expression and scratched his chin with his thumb nail, looking very embarrassed.

I said that I always felt something was wrong. It turns out that Alanna is a girl.

Then all the previous sense of incongruity can be explained: the delicate face, the thin body, the light weight, and the thin voice that is not as rough and heavy as a boy's. It was a pity that I thought her voice change came too late.

More importantly, she doesn’t have a throat knot!

Ah Xi, I clearly saw it at that time, why didn't I think of this? What a mistake, my reputation will be ruined by this.

Oh, wait, this logic is wrong. If Alana is a girl, why would Neil Rozier and his group of men bully a weak woman?

Psychopath, huh?

"Hey, Ethan. Are you listening to me?" Percy waved his hand in front of Ethan's eyes.

"Ah...it's okay, I'm just thinking about something." Ethan blinked and collected his thoughts.

"Ethan, are you in love?" Fred exclaimed in a very pretentious manner, pretending to have discovered some incredible secret.

"I think our Ethan must have fallen in love with her." George and Fred exchanged glances and joked.

"You two..." Ethan was powerless to complain about their choice of words. He pinched the root of his nose, feeling helpless. "Don't say such things casually. The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. It's okay for you to make fun of me personally, but once it affects others and gets out, I don't care. It will have a bad impact on Alanna."

"Oh, sorry." Fred and George realized they had said something wrong, stuck out their tongues, and apologized together.

"Well... shall we continue?" Percy asked weakly, being sandwiched between the three of them and forced to watch them perform.

"Ah, sorry, Percy, go on." Ethan laughed, put away his smile and pretended to listen carefully.

"Uh, where were we just now?" Percy's thoughts were disrupted by the interruption and he immersed himself in recalling.

"Speaking of which, Alanna is a fourth year in Slytherin."

"Ah, yes. Alanna is a Slytherin student. Both of her parents are Muggles. They died when she was a child. She was raised by her sister who was six years older than her."