Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Look at his elementary school student-like tactics. His brain must have been messed up by the Lost Spell. Even if he had one more year of compulsory education in nine years, he still wouldn't be able to perform such a stupid move.

Of course, the textbook he wrote was an improvement on pure ancient magic, and had nothing to do with lost spells, nor did it have any side effects.

However, he did not plan to popularize this power yet, and only planned to use it on Alanna for the time being. After all, the destructive power of this magic was too strong, and it was immune to ordinary spells to a certain extent. If someone with bad intentions used it to cause damage, wouldn't he become a sinner for all eternity?

For now, I'd better spread it among people I trust and have a close enough relationship with. Alana is the first one, and in the future... well, well, there should, may, probably, definitely will be a dozen or so more people.

As for things related to Merlin... he didn't mention it at all.

After all, if this kind of thing were to be made public, it might cause the three views of these wizards who worship Merlin to collapse.

Merlin is actually an old, frivolous man or something, and King Arthur and his son are both girls or something.

Never mind, sometimes ignorance is bliss, isn't it?

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Have some Alanna~

Chapter 256 Why can’t I control my mouth?

After Ethan finished speaking, Professor Figo looked at Ethan with a hint of resentment:

"Didn't you say before that you didn't tell Miss Shanans? How did you promise me then?"

"But Alanna really didn't know when I made the promise to you!" Ethan looked innocent.

"She was already involved when I told her, so telling her the truth is a better choice, isn't it? Half-knowledge is more terrible than no knowledge. Professor Figo, you are also a teacher, you should understand this truth!"

"But..." Professor Figo felt a slight stomachache.

What should I do? There seems to be nothing wrong with the reasons he gave, but I always feel like something is wrong.

Ethan smiled evilly, "And do you remember what I promised you that day? 'If I lied to you, the entire Rosier family would be wiped out.' I am honored to inform you that the Rosier family, one of the twenty-eight pure-blooded holy families, has been completely wiped out along with the collapse of the Fire Snake Party! Congratulations, congratulations!"

Speaking of excitement, Ethan clapped his hands enthusiastically, as if his father's murder had finally been avenged, and continued, "So in a sense, I can't really say I lied to you about this."

Although he did not send old Rozier off personally, nor did he see old Rozier's body with his own eyes, he heard from Tony and the others that all the Fire Snakes in Red Grave City were either killed by him or sacrificed by Marcus, leaving no one alive.

I think old Rozier can't escape this disaster.

If he is lucky enough to survive, then I will kill him again... on the spot.

"Then according to what you just said, the guy who spied on the power we are protecting is dead, so we are relatively safe now."

Percival thought of something and asked seriously, "Why do you say that we can't proceed slowly? Have you discovered that there are other people spying besides him?"

"I'm not sure there are other guys with bad intentions in this matter, but I am somewhat concerned about some of the details."

Ethan then remembered what Merlin had said to him:

"Marcus is just a nobody. Besides him, there are..."

Although Merlin was unable to finish his words due to some kind of interference, it was enough for him to finish the remaining half of the sentence:

"There are others who possess this power, and their strength is far greater than his."

Come to think of it, although Marcus is the user of the lost spell, he doesn't know where he learned this lost spell from.

Did someone teach him? Or did he learn it from an ancient book like me?

If he learned from someone, who was that person? Why did he teach Marcus these things? Where is he now?

If he learned it from a book, then who wrote the book that records the lost spells? Is the author still alive?

There was too much information that he didn't know. At present, he only knew that he had one or two years to breathe, and he had to do his best to prepare for everything possible. Not only did he need to improve his own strength, but the people around him also needed a wave of intensive training.

Ethan lowered his head and hesitated for a while, then looked up at Percival: "Professor Rackham, do you remember your vault in Gringotts? After our visit, it was attacked by an unknown dark wizard later that day. We still don't know the identity of the attacker. Although it is very likely to be Marcus, we have no direct evidence to prove that he did it."

"And some of the goblins in Gringotts must be involved in this lost spell, otherwise the attackers wouldn't have been able to act so quickly. And it's impossible to reach Vault No. 12, which is so deep, just by attacking from the outside without the other goblin guards noticing. It must have affected other areas, not just Vault No. 12... Professor?"

The lost spell mentioned by Ethan made the expressions on Percival and Charles' faces more interesting. The two of them frowned and thought at the same time in the picture frame. They came back to their senses after Ethan's repeated calls, with strange expressions on their faces.

"Well, we already have a general understanding of the current situation. It seems we still can't take it lightly now." Percival evaded the question.

Charles added: "Although we need to speed up the trial, we still need to be fully prepared before that."

Ethan frowned when he heard this.

The attitudes of the two professors are... very suspicious, as if they are intentionally avoiding the topic of Lost Spells.

Could it be that they do know something? But why don't they tell me? Logically, I and these guardians should be in the same position, with a common enemy. The more I know about the enemy, the more chances I have of winning, and the safer the things they are protecting. Why do they choose to remain silent?

Could it be that... it should be related to what they wanted to tell me through the Pensieve, because information needs to be understood in conjunction with each other, and if one part of it is picked out alone, it is likely to cause misunderstanding.

Therefore, they have no way of telling themselves in advance now. Only after they have passed a few more trials and gained enough experience can they fully understand the meaning of it.

This would explain their unusual behavior.

After figuring this out, Ethan didn't pursue the issue further with the professors, and put the doubt aside with relief.

Percival thought, "Well, before we move on to the next trial, I need to discuss our current situation with Charles."

Charles said solemnly, "Yes, this reminds me. I need to go to the next trial location to see if there is any problem there like in the Red Tomb City."

Percival smiled apologetically at Ethan, "So the trial cannot be advanced for now. We must first confirm our situation."

"Of course." Ethan smiled. "I understand your concerns. I will wait for news from you and Professor Rookwood."

"By the way, Professor Rookwood."

Just as Charles was about to walk out of the frame, Ethan suddenly called out to him.

Charles smiled kindly: "What's the matter, my young friend?"

"Although it seems inappropriate to mention this matter at this time, I feel it is necessary to tell you." Ethan pondered for a moment, with a serious face:

"Your descendant, August Rookwood, is a dark wizard who joined the Death Eaters, a group of dark wizards under the most vicious and evil Dark Lord Voldemort of this century. With the fall of Voldemort ten years ago, he was also arrested and is now serving his sentence in Azkaban Prison."

He was definitely impressed by August. In the original book, in the Battle of Hogwarts in 1998, the explosion caused by this bastard killed Fred! The Weasley twins, the twins who brought happiness to everyone, are gone forever! Even now that he has traveled through time, he still feels a pang in his heart every time he thinks of this incident.

It hurts, it hurts too much!

But now that he is here, tragedy will definitely not happen again. This time, we must protect everyone no matter what.

But he still had to find a way to make these Death Eaters leave in an undignified manner. At least he had to put three mountains on their coffins before Ethan could feel at ease.

"My descendants... have turned into dark wizards..."

Charles was stunned for a moment, then sighed helplessly:

"Oh, never mind... Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Well, this is the path he chose... Anyway, thank you for telling me this."

"You're welcome. If I ever meet him in the future, I hope you can lend me a helping hand, Professor."

"...I will." Charles nodded heavily, then walked out of the picture frame. Percival also left. Only Ethan and Professor Figo were left in the map secret room.

"Professor, I am indeed somewhat concerned about that method of 'using magic to remove pain' that Isidora mentioned." Ethan tilted his head towards Professor Figo, frowned and pondered.

"Although I can now use magic to influence people's souls, it is also because of this that I know how delicate a technique is needed to directly remove certain negative emotions without causing any negative impact on a person's soul. The power I possess is completely incomparable to that."

"Just as Percival said when he stopped Isidora in my memory: human emotions are a powerful force in themselves, and we should guide them instead of controlling them. I always feel that if this power generated by emotions is abused, it will definitely cause some bad consequences. Maybe it is related to the Lost Spell..."

"You don't have to think so much, Ethan. We know too little right now. No matter how much we speculate, it will be useless. We can only hope that the next Pensieve can provide us with more crucial information."

Professor Figo sighed:

"If things are really as you worry, then our current situation is still in a fog. There are unknown enemies lurking in the dark, and the secrets hidden by the guardians. We simply cannot get a glimpse of the full picture of everything. To be honest, I am also a little confused now."

Immediately, Professor Figo smiled easily again:

"So now we just need to do what we should do. Perhaps it is time for you to go to Mr. Moody to receive Auror training. Although you have dealt with dark wizards before, you may still lack some thinking skills to deal with them."

"I will also look for some clues from the Ministry of Magic or various ancient books. You can relax for now and enjoy the hard-earned peaceful time on campus." Professor Figo turned around and patted Ethan on the shoulder.

"You are still a student after all. Even if the sky falls, we professors will still support you. By the way, you can't give up your studies."

"No problem, professor." Ethan patted his chest and gave Professor Figo a thumbs up:

"You will definitely not be disappointed with your final exam results."

That night.

After dinner, Ethan reluctantly walked down the marble stairs to the dungeon in the basement, and hesitantly knocked on the door of Snape's office:

"Professor Snape?"

Snape's cold voice came from the other side of the door: "Come in."

"Oh..." Ethan poked his head in and pushed the door open and walked in.

Professor Snape's office is near the entrance to the Slytherin common room. He had been here many times before when he was taking Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. The shelves against the wall are always filled with bottles and jars containing various potion ingredients, which is the ultimate dream of a potion master.

There was also a small door hidden behind a shelf, which led to Snape's private storage room, where more valuable materials were stored. He had gone in several times to get materials during his tutoring sessions.

Ethan shuddered after entering the room. Even though Snape used various spells to eliminate the discomfort caused by the dark and damp environment in the basement, it was still a dungeon without sunlight, and it still seemed a bit gloomy and cramped. Even though he had been here many times, he still found it difficult to adapt.

"You are punctual, Mr. Ethan."

Snape stood behind a three-foot-high potion workbench in the middle of the office and glanced at Ethan. He lit the fire on the workbench and said slowly in a sarcastic tone:

"I thought you would disappear without a trace at some point like before."

Ethan didn't continue his conversation. He just rolled up the sleeves of his robe and replied indifferently, "Professor, what do you need me to do today?"

Although he had never been to Snape's office for detention before, when he was receiving extra lessons in Defense Against the Dark Arts from Snape, he also "incidentally" and "voluntarily" "helped" Snape do a lot of work. He was very skilled at this.

No, now that I think about it, how could Snape teach me so much during tutoring?

It would have been fine if he was asked by Dumbledore to teach me Defense Against the Dark Arts, but why did he also teach me so many advanced potions that were beyond the scope of what I learned in the fourth grade?

You're feeding yourself experience openly or secretly, right?

As expected of you, old tsundere!

"I think ordinary punishments are not enough to teach you a lesson, our 'future Auror seedling'. Instead of punishing you with simple, repetitive manual labor, how about using potion-making, which requires more skills, to make you even more exhausted?"

Snape pointed his wand at some old textbooks on the table:

"Eternal Potion, Advanced Potion Making, page 114. The ingredients are all on the workbench. As long as you can brew a barely qualified product, you'll pass."

"Making potion? I thought it was about dealing with horned toads." Ethan muttered casually.

Snape was stunned for a moment, and then a strange smile appeared on his face. He turned off the fire on the stove and said with a happy face:

"Since you've asked me to do so, I can't refuse. We'll talk about the Eternal Potion later. In the next few days, I'll deal with the remaining horned toads as you wish."

Ethan couldn't help but slap himself in front of Snape.

Why can't I control my mouth?

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Let's have some Cassandra

Chapter 257 Three sentences saved me thirty years of hard work

Ten minutes later, Snape watched Ethan transform into a ruthless horned toad-killing machine with ease, and a thousand exploding-tailed skrewts were running through his heart.

I've never asked you to do this before, but how come you are so skilled at it?

But he would never ask such questions directly.

So Snape started to speak in the coldest tone possible:

"It seems that our Auror seedling is very talented and can quickly master this kind of thing."

Ethan held a ripped-open horned toad in his hand, and reached into the toad's abdomen with his other hand to take out the entire set of internal organs. He answered without even looking up:

"It's okay. I helped kill bullfrogs at home before, so I have some experience."

Snape twitched his lips and uttered:

"How come you've done everything?"