Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

He is a virgin in his thirties and he has never reached this level with his previous girlfriend. How could a mere fifteen-year-old student possibly reach this level?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Ethan (hugging Alana in his arms): What, do you have any objections?

Ethan glanced at Agnas from the corner of his eye and saw that she was obviously looking a little haggard. She walked out of Knockturn Alley listlessly and blended into the bustling crowd in Diagon Alley. Only then did he feel relieved and took his hand away from the witch.

The witch's somewhat stunned expression had long since turned into charming loving eyes. The hand that was released by Ethan also gently wandered back and forth on Ethan's upper body, and finally slowly reached down, her eyes full of charm:

"Why are you so impatient? We still have a lot of time. I promise to make you feel great tonight."

"Oh, woman."

Ethan grabbed the witch's dishonest hand with a fake smile. Under her expectant gaze, he slowly uttered cold words from the corners of his smiling mouth:

"roll!"

The witch was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

Before she could react, Ethan used a silent and wandless full-body binding spell to fix the witch in place. Before leaving, he turned back and added:

"Just stay here and don't even think about resisting. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen."

As a dark wizard, the witch was certainly not a good person. Not long after Ethan walked away, she used a wandless and silent spell to break his petrified state.

But she didn't chase him in a rage. Instead, she stood there and watched Ethan's back disappear into the crowd outside Knockturn Alley, with stars in her eyes:

"So tough, I like this kind of domineering man~!"

On the other side, Ethan leaned against the white stone wall at the entrance of Knockturn Alley immediately after walking out of it. He patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief with a little fear:

"Being handsome really helps."

Although Ethan was confident that he could kill Agnas, he didn't plan to do it now. After all, the term "descendant of the guardian" was very concerning to him. Maybe there was some secret behind it. Before he found out everything, he couldn't let Agnas die here in obscurity.

Of course, you can't expose yourself in front of him. The safest option is to avoid his attack like you did just now.

Alanna was absentmindedly fiddling with the merchandise on the shelves in the Wezeacre Magical Supplies Store, her heart full of worry about Ethan.

He should be fine, he must be fine!

"Hey, girl."

A familiar voice sounded from behind, and a big hand gently patted her shoulders twice.

"Ethan?!"

The reassuring warmth passed through the hand on her shoulder into her body. The girl turned around in surprise, and Ethan's outstretched index finger just happened to press a dimple on her cheek.

"Why? Who made our little beauty look so haggard and sad?" Ethan poked upwards with his index finger, raising the corner of the girl's mouth slightly.

"It's Christmas Eve now, so let's just smile."

"It's because I'm worried about you..."

Alanna was about to say something scolding, but suddenly frowned and sniffed, staring at Ethan for a while, then suddenly threw herself into his arms and took a deep breath, then raised her head and looked at him warily:

"Why do you smell like another woman's perfume? What on earth did you do just now?!"

Could it be that this bastard was just pretending to be so gloomy? Was he actually trying to get me out of the way so he could seduce another decent girl?

"Oh, I didn't expect you to find out all this."

Ethan pretended to have a headache and sighed, looking distressed:

"Just now when I came out of the bathroom, a charming young lady blocked me at the bathroom door and asked me directly if I was single. She also said that she wanted to have an unforgettable relationship with me."

"Then how did you answer?"

Alanna ground her teeth back and forth with a creaking sound, staring at Ethan with a resentful look on her face.

"I told you I have a girlfriend. She's pure, lovely, beautiful, and has an impeccable personality. I won't betray her. Get out of here, you coquettish roast chicken."

Ethan chuckled, hugged the girl in his arms, and whispered in her ear:

"Don't worry, how could I just hook up with a woman I don't know?"

"That's good enough." The girl hummed with satisfaction.

Ethan put his arm around Alanna's shoulders and walked towards the counter on the other side of the store: "Let's go, it's getting late, and we still have to pick out Christmas gifts for Professor Figo and the others."

"Good~"

Ethan finally chose a pair of automatically heating knee pads for Professor Figo. To be honest, the Chamber of Secrets on the map is underground and it is quite cold inside. The old man would get arthritis or rheumatism if he stays in there all day. He also got a dragon horn comb with a lubricating spell for Mirabelle. When she combed her long hair, she would always use too much force involuntarily, causing a lot of her hair to be pulled out directly. The gifts for Harry and the other little brats were simple. Ethan planned to find some time to open a portal and go back to his hometown and bring each of them an old toy like a pull-wire flywheel or a spring fist.

As for Cassandra...

"Ethan, have you made your choice?" Alanna looked at Ethan's gloomy expression with both anger and amusement, and reluctantly gave him some advice while suppressing the jealousy in her heart:

"It's just a gift. If you really can't make up your mind, just pick one at random. Cassandra won't break up with you just because a gift doesn't suit her taste."

Why are you so considerate of her feelings? You didn't even pay this much attention when you picked out clothes for me!

"If only she would break up with me just because of a gift..."

Ethan sighed, looking at the dazzling array of goods on the shelves with a headache, unable to make up his mind.

Why is it that every gift seems to increase the favorability of the little tsundere so much?

Do you really have to pick one at random and get away with it?

"Um……?"

Ethan's eyes finally fell on a pair of mittens in the window. These gloves were a joke product that allowed the wearer's four fingers to stick together.

"Alanna...I remember Cassandra always wore gloves?" Ethan asked.

"Well, because her family is a famous wizard family, she has developed the habit of wearing gloves on various occasions. It can be regarded as a kind of aristocratic etiquette."

Alanna followed Ethan's gaze to the pair of tricky gloves, and quickly tugged at the corner of Ethan's clothes, shaking her head desperately and admonishing him earnestly:

"Forget about it. If I use something this ridiculous as a Christmas gift, Cassandra will definitely be angry no matter what."

"Then there's no need to use this..."

Ethan frowned and thought of something that he had left in the storage space and had never used.

Mr. Hill had given me a pair of fire dragon leather gloves as a gift.

First of all, the material is excellent, 100% pure fire dragon skin, and it is a whole piece, not some spliced ​​stuff. This way, at least it won't seem too perfunctory, and Xiaotsiaojiao can't find any fault with this aspect.

The style is just right, it is the kind of plain work gloves style, and the leather is in its original color, without any paint, pattern or jewelry decoration. Any girl who loves beauty will definitely not like this rough style!

Okay, that's it!

I can't wait to see Cassandra open her gift and be so disgusted but unable to find any fault with it and can only get angry inwardly with a twisted expression on her face!

Having finally solved the biggest problem that was bothering him at the moment, Ethan felt relieved. He and Alanna left Diagon Alley and slowly walked to the shopping mall near their home. They bought a bunch of vegetables for cooking tonight and then returned home.

He had already calculated the time. Since tonight was Christmas Eve, the curfew at Hogwarts would start later, so he still had time to have dinner with them here.

Just like in Red Tomb City, Ethan went into the kitchen carrying a lot of bags. When he rolled up his sleeves and was about to show his skills, Ariel pushed him out.

"Alright, alright, leave the cooking to me. You are the guest today, how can the host sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor while the guest is busy?"

Ariel tied her apron expertly and stood at the kitchen door, waving her hand to shoo Ethan and Alanna upstairs:

"You two can just go and have fun for a while while you wait for dinner!"

Ethan was still a little worried about Ariel's physical condition: "Are you really okay? This is a Christmas Eve dinner, and we need to prepare a large table of dishes."

"What are you talking about? Alanna has been eating the meals I cooked for her since she was very young, and I have been feeding her until she is now this age. I am very experienced, how could I not be able to handle this situation?"

Ariel obviously misunderstood the point of Ethan's words and thought he was questioning her cooking skills. She put her hands on her hips and looked very dissatisfied.

"Ethan, forget it, just leave these things to your sister." Alanna pulled Ethan aside and whispered in his ear, "Sister has been feeling uneasy for not being able to do anything for such a long time. If you don't let her do something, she will feel very uncomfortable."

"Okay..." Ethan rubbed his temple with the heel of his palm and shouted towards the kitchen:

"Ariel, if you feel unwell, don't force yourself to stay awake. Go and rest. Your health is the most important thing! It doesn't matter who cooks!"

"Don't worry, I'll be careful not to force it!" Ariel responded as she gutted the sardines in the sink in the kitchen, feeling a little secretly delighted.

He cares so much about my health, it turns out that he still cares about me.

Ethan took another deep look in the direction of the kitchen before going upstairs and frowned.

For some reason, he always felt vaguely uneasy, as if he had forgotten something very important.

what is it then?

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