Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea.

While Ethan was brainstorming, he continued to walk down the stairs slowly. Alana followed closely behind him, taking light steps down each step in turn, and occasionally glancing at the thoughtful Ethan out of the corner of her eye.

Well, he looks handsome no matter how you look at him!

"By the way, Ms. Shanans," Ethan shook his head to dispel the random thoughts in his mind, turned to look at Alanna, and asked, "If you stay in the dormitory... is it okay?"

"Hmm..." Alana lowered her head and said, "Most of the Slytherin students are friendly to me. My roommates also take good care of me. If Anderson and the others want to come in and cause trouble, they will help stop them. And there are a lot of students in the common room. Rosier and the others don't dare to do anything to me openly."

Ethan nodded. Come to think of it, Neil and his group of psychopaths only dared to bully Alana in private in an empty corridor. If they really dared to bully Alana in the Slytherin common room in front of other students, they would definitely incur public outrage.

After all, pure-bloods are only a minority, and most wizards in the world are half-blood or Muggle-born.

But Ethan still felt a little uneasy. After all, the existence of Abby Anderson's group of girls was a time bomb. They could have done whatever they wanted to Alanna in a corner of a dormitory, away from the eyes and ears of most people.

In any case, the progress of my plan has to be accelerated.

At least you have to attract their attention to yourself first.

"I'm sorry," Ethan noticed that his question had made Alanna feel a little depressed, and he quickly apologized, "I didn't mean to remind you of those things."

"Yeah, it's okay," Alana shook her head and looked at Ethan, "It's all over. And now I have you to protect me, right?"

Ethan nodded slightly, agreeing with Alanna's statement.

A bright smile flashed across Alanna's lips. She suddenly took a big step forward and jumped down the remaining two steps. She trotted to the edge of the second-floor platform, tiptoed back and forth, waiting for the next flight of stairs to move here.

Ethan frowned as he looked at Alana's back, then quickly caught up with her and stood side by side with her on the edge of the platform, waiting for the moving stairs.

"Ethan," Alanna looked at the slowly moving stairs in the distance and suddenly spoke. This was the first time she took the initiative to talk to Ethan. "You have your first Potions class tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"The professor who teaches the Potions class is Snape, the head of our Slytherin family. He is very strict." Alana stepped onto the stairs, followed closely by Ethan. "And Gryffindor and Slytherin have never been on good terms with each other, so he may ask you some unfamiliar questions to embarrass you during class..."

As Alanna walked down the stairs, she turned to look at Ethan: "I have notes on what he taught me. Do you want to take a look?"

"No..." Ethan originally wanted to refuse. After all, he had memorized all the knowledge points in the textbook when he read it before.

Yes, that's right, I watched it once.

But when he turned to Alana to politely decline her offer, he saw the hope sparkling in her eyes, and the words that were about to come out of his mouth were stuck in his throat.

"...Okay, then I'll trouble you." Finally, Ethan nodded and accepted Alanna's kindness.

"Okay, I'll go get the book from the common room door later. You wait outside for a while." Alana turned around contentedly, holding the book and quietly quickened her pace as she walked down the stairs, slightly putting a distance of one body length between her and Ethan.

From an angle that Ethan couldn't see, Alanna's face flushed and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up, revealing a shy smile.

The two of them walked slowly, one in front of the other, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the door of the Slytherin common room at the bottom of the Black Lake.

"Power." Alana came to a stone wall and whispered the command.

The ground under the stone wall began to wriggle, and a long protrusion similar to a snake's body twisted and climbed up the wall, forming an arched stone door more than one person tall.

"Then I'll go in. You wait outside for a while." Alana turned and said to Ethan.

"Okay." Ethan nodded and watched Alana trot into the Slytherin common room. He took two steps back, folded his arms and leaned against the wall to organize his thoughts.

In fact, from some details today, we can see that Alanna must have been much more cheerful than she is now, but it was only because of bullying that she gradually became the introverted and timid person she is now.

But fortunately, now I have her support, and she will probably slowly turn back into the cheerful and lively Alanna in the future.

I hope I don't show up too late.

Not long after, Alanna ran out of the arch again and stopped just in front of Ethan, gasping for breath.

"There's no need to be so anxious. I don't need that little time." Ethan looked at the breathless Alana with interest and found it very funny.

"But I don't want you to wait too long." Alanna wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, took out two books from her arms and handed them to Ethan, then looked up and blinked at him with an innocent look on her face.

Ethan: Oh no.

Thank you, I was touched.

Ethan took Alanna's book with both hands. It was "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" and "Magic Potions and Liquids".

Opening the title page of the book, the insulting words previously written on it had been erased by some violent means, causing the paper to become a little brittle, but the name below remained crossed out.

Ethan continued to flip through the pages. Alanna's textbook was well preserved. The flat pages were not creased or damaged at all. The blank spaces were filled with notes and annotations written neatly in elegant handwriting. There were also some diagrams and directional arrows drawn on them. It looked very pleasing to the eye.

Well, it was in stark contrast to a certain Half-Blood Prince's tattered copy of Advanced Potion-Making, which was covered in disorganized notes.

I guess Alanna is also a hard-working student.

"Thank you very much, Miss Shanans." Ethan closed the book and thanked Alanna very seriously, "I will keep them well."

"Yeah." Alana nodded gently while holding the book, "I believe you."

"Okay, I'll go home first." Ethan put the textbook into his robe, stood up and left the wall he was leaning against, and said goodbye to Alanna, "See you later."

"Wait a minute," Alanna suddenly took two steps forward and stared into Ethan's eyes, "There's one more thing."

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The mental and psychological problems that school bullying can easily cause include the following:

1. Becoming timid, cowardly, inferior, and withdrawn. In severe cases, it may cause personality disorders.

2. Becoming sensitive, suspicious, vigilant, insecure and other mental disorders.

3. Lead to depression disorders, reduced self-evaluation and self-worth.

4. Develop a people-pleasing personality and do things cautiously.

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(I will come back to add some character design of Alanna later)

Chapter 38 Do you know how much psychological harm a big bidou can cause to me?

"And one more thing."

Alanna took two steps forward and moved sideways to block Ethan's steps.

"Anything else, Miss Shannans?" Ethan raised his eyebrows and stepped back to lean against the wall again.

"Just call me Alanna from now on." Alanna looked straight into Ethan's eyes with a serious expression, "Don't you think Miss Shannans sounds a bit too unfamiliar?"

"Okay, if you want." Ethan chuckled and nodded, "Alanna."

"Hmm!" Alana narrowed her eyes slightly, looking satisfied, and turned around and ran back to the stone archway of the Slytherin common room. She looked back at Ethan and said, "It's getting late, go back and rest."

Ethan stood there, watching the stone archway slowly closing, and sighed with a wry smile.

He was not a naive little boy, nor was he a heartless person or a wooden man. How could he not see Alanna's little girlish thoughts?

Whether it was due to the suspension bridge effect after the hero saved the beauty yesterday, or for some other reason, there was no doubt that Alana had a good impression of him more than a friend.

But what do you think?

It is true that he was a little attracted to Alanna, but was that love? Or was he just simply craving her body?

No, I can't. After all, I am an adult psychologically, and I absolutely cannot have any inappropriate thoughts about a 14 or 15-year-old girl. If I really do something to Alanna, wouldn't I become a copper-smelting pervert?

At least find someone older than you.

But if Alanna's offensive becomes more and more intense and pressing, will I really give in and agree to her?

"Snapped!"

Ethan slapped himself hard, forcing himself to wake up from his comfortable peach-eating fantasy.

At least not now. Before I deal with Neil and his gang of psychopaths, I must not show too much intimacy with other people in public.

In a sense, the reason why Ethan dared to ridicule Neil and his group was because he was an orphan from a foreign country, without any obvious relatives or particularly good friends, and his relationship with Harry and the others was just that of an ordinary classmate.

I am all alone, so if the other side wants to cause trouble, they can only target me.

If my relatives were still alive and in the UK, I would probably be unable to do anything because I was worried that they would be harmed.

The same logic can be applied to himself and Alana. If there is any progress between him and Alana, and this relationship is discovered by Neil and the others, maybe... No, Alana will definitely become their breakthrough point against him.

In any case, let's install some wood for a while to maintain the status quo.

Ethan made up his mind and turned to climb the marble stairs with red slap marks on his face.

Gryffindor Tower, outside the common room, in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.

The Fat Lady had returned to her own portrait by now, and was holding her chin with her hand, curiously examining the red left half of Ethan's face.

"What happened to you and that little girl?"

"Don't worry about it." Ethan rubbed the slap mark on his face with the back of his hand, "Pig nose."

The portrait automatically unfolded to the side, revealing the circular passage behind it.

Several prefects who were playing wizard chess on the sofas next to the fireplace heard the sound of a portrait opening and closing on the other side of the passage. They turned around and leaned on the backs of the sofas to watch Ethan come out of the passage.

"How's it going, Ethan?" Claire spoke first and winked at Ethan. "How's it going?"

"What's the progress? How is it?" Ethan sat down next to them, slumped on the sofa without any image, looking very comfortable.

"Of course it's about the progress you and Alanna have made. How's it going? Have you..." Chris raised his left hand and clenched it suddenly, "Take it down in one go?"

"Get the derp!" Ethan laughed unhappily, "To be frank, Alanna and I are not in the relationship you think."

"What kind of relationship is that?" Chris continued to pursue, "When will it develop into the kind of relationship we want?"

"..." Ethan glanced speechlessly at Chris, whose face was full of "Wow, Wow, Wow," and said, "Chris, you are so good at talking, you must be good at pleasing girls, right?"

"Don't mention it. My brother's emotional intelligence is only as high as a spoonful." Claire rolled her eyes. "Otherwise, how could he be single until now?"

Chris, who was hurt by his sister again, curled up on the sofa and fell into autism.

"Hey, Ethan! Your..." With the faint light of the fire, Patty, who was sitting opposite, noticed the slap mark on Ethan's face and exclaimed, "What's wrong with your face?"

"Merlin's beard!" Claire also saw the red slap mark on the left side of Ethan's face. "You were... beaten by Alanna?"

Patty held up her two hands and gestured in the air, then shook her head: "No, the direction of my palms is wrong... Could it be that you hit yourself?"

"He hit himself like that? How is that possible, Patty?" Claire immediately denied Patty's truth. "Ethan isn't mentally ill, why would he slap himself in the face?"

"Then I'm really sorry for the fact that I'm mentally ill." Ethan rolled his eyes, tilted his head back and banged it against the back of the sofa.

"So can you tell us what's going on?" Claire, knowing she had said the wrong thing, blinked her eyes and acted cute, and asked cautiously and tentatively.

"Hmm...how should I put it?" Ethan didn't care about Claire's accidental injury. He touched the slap mark on his face with residual warmth and organized his words. "I was a little confused, so I gave myself a blow to wake myself up."

"Oh~" The two girls looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Well... Ethan, you haven't done anything that you'll regret, right?" Patty advised earnestly, "Impulse is the devil. It's not too late to apologize now. She will forgive you."

"No, what's going on here?" Ethan looked constipated. "What weird things are you thinking about?"

[It seems that there is no problem.] The two girls exchanged glances and reached a consensus.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore," Patty pulled out her wand from her arms and began to change the subject, "Come, I'll help you heal."

Ethan looked at Patty's posture and swallowed his saliva: "Sister, is your treatment reliable?"

"Don't worry, the curse will definitely cure the disease." Patty waved her wand carelessly, "Heal as before (Episkey)!"

"Ow—!"

A scream echoed throughout the Gryffindor common room.

Chapter 39: The Importance of Not Being at the Bottom of the Food Chain

Ethan sat on the sofa next to the fireplace, covering his nose with one hand and wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with the other hand, sniffing.

The treatment I just received was even more powerful than the slap I had in the face. I felt as if half of my face, including my nose, was filled with oil and sauce, with salty, spicy, and sour flavors all pouring out.

That's called a sour feeling.

"Is this how you treat me?!" Ethan stared at Patty with his big watery eyes.

"Ah, well... there are always some side effects." Patty put away her wand awkwardly and smiled apologetically, "At least it's cured, isn't it? There's not even a trace left!"

"Then thank you!" Ethan was amused by Patty's sophistry. "Luckily I met you tonight. If it was a little later, this thing would have disappeared by itself!"

I'm afraid this elder sister was sent by God to torture me.

"Oh, don't worry about the details." Patty waved her hand shamelessly.