Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Ethan sighed helplessly, stood up, walked across the two rows of sofas, and headed towards the spiral staircase.

"I'm going to take a rest, you guys continue playing."

Ethan rubbed his nose, walked around the spiral staircase to the door of his dormitory, gently opened the door a crack, and looked inside.

Harry and the others were sitting on Ron's bed, with their heads put together, not knowing what they were doing.

"I'm back!"

Ethan flung the door open, strode into the dormitory, and sat down on his bed.

When the four saw Ethan coming back, they quickly scattered and jumped down from both sides of the bed, trotting all the way to Ethan, their little eyes filled with great curiosity.

"Ethan," Harry swallowed and asked, "what happened to you and Alanna?"

"What do you mean?" Ethan took out the two books Alana gave him from his robe and put them on the bed. He stood up, took off his robe and hung it at the end of the bed, frowning, "Why are you asking this? Have you discussed it with Chris and the others?"

"No, no, no," Ron shook his head like a rattle, "I'm just concerned."

"Care?" Ethan sat back on the bed, moved himself to the middle of the bed, crossed his legs, put Alanna's "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" on his knees and opened it. He flipped through it carefully and said without looking up, "If you have the time to care about this, you might as well prepare for Potions. Professor Snape is very strict. Don't let him lose points for not knowing anything when he is asked in class."

"It's mainly because I'm really concerned." Seamus scratched his head, "The relationship between the two of you."

"It's just an ordinary relationship, nothing much to say." Ethan lowered his head and carefully looked at every note in the book, trying to engrave them in his mind.

"Who are you kidding?" Ron confidently refuted Ethan's words, "If you two are really in a normal relationship, how could she wait for you at the door without any complaints?"

"Always?" Ethan slowed down the pages of the book and frowned.

"Well," Neville nodded and answered honestly, "When we returned to the Gryffindor common room after dinner, Alanna was already waiting in front of the picture frame and asked us if we had seen you."

Ethan stopped flipping through the book and looked up at Neville: "You mean she waited until I came back after dinner?"

"Yes, I heard from the students who came in later that she would ask everyone she saw if they had seen you and if they knew when you would be back."

Ethan sighed, leaned back against the headboard, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Alanna, you..."

I don’t know how she mustered up the courage to ask again and again.

"How many people in Gryffindor know about this?" Ethan asked with his eyes closed.

"Um..." Ron rolled his eyes and tried to count the number of people, "About nine..."

"Ninety?" Ethan raised his eyebrows. This number was already about half of the Gryffindor students.

"...90%." Ron said confidently.

“Ninety percent?!” Ethan suddenly opened his eyes, took a breath of cold air, and felt a slight stomachache.

"Well, almost 90% of the students met Alanna at the door," Ron spread his hands, "not to mention when you two were talking at the door later..."

Ron suddenly realized his slip of the tongue and quickly covered his mouth and said no more.

"Tell me, what happened when we were talking?" Ethan looked at Ron with a fake smile, his face full of kindness, "You don't want me to use the tickling curse on you, do you?"

Ron released his hand and said carefully, "While you two were talking outside, Fred and George were doing a live broadcast. All the Gryffindor students heard it, and those who didn't know now know it."

Ethan felt a surge of blood rushing to the top of his head, and he instantly became dizzy. His strength eased and he collapsed on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"It's okay, Ethan. Everyone supports you two." Ron swallowed and tried to comfort Ethan. "And Chris also told everyone not to spread this to students from other colleges."

"Don't talk, leave me alone." Ethan seemed to have aged sixty years in an instant, and he looked very haggard.

On the other side, in the Slytherin dungeon.

Alanna knelt on the bed and lowered the red curtains hanging on the four-poster bed to block the view of others. Then she lay down on the bed and rolled back and forth.

"Wuwuwuwu..." Alanna buried her head in the pillow, sobbing continuously, her pair of white legs raised up in turn and slapping the mattress alternately.

Why was I so bold today? I even said something so shameful. It was totally unlike my usual self.

"He won't hate me for this, will he?" Alanna suddenly raised her head from the pillow, her delicate face turning red due to her wild thoughts.

"No, no, he's not that kind of person."

Alana comforted herself, turned over, lay on her side and looked at the thick black book on her bedside.

If only I had met him sooner.

Gryffindor Tower.

Ethan regained his spirit and finished taking notes from the two books at almost the speed of quantum fluctuations. He got out of bed, stretched, and looked around.

Harry was in his own bed next to him, playing with the Chocolate Frog, feeling very comfortable.

No, if I don't let him learn something, it would be bad if Snape gave him trouble in the Potions class tomorrow.

It’s definitely not because I’m in a bad mood today and want to find someone to vent to.

"Come here, Harry." Ethan slapped Alanna's book "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" in front of Harry, with a kind look on his face, "Take as many notes as you can in this book before class tomorrow."

"Huh?" Harry opened his mouth and looked at the two thick textbooks in front of him. With an expression of "are you kidding me", he looked up at Ethan, pointed at the textbooks, and then pointed at himself, "Ethan, are you...are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Ethan nodded. "What are you waiting for? Let's get started."

Chapter 40: It is our duty to restore Gryffindor's glory

The next morning, in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

The way Harry was listlessly stirring his cereal caught Hermione's attention again.

"What's wrong, Harry? Are you having a nightmare again?" Hermione frowned and asked with concern.

"Ah, no. I was doing my pre-study last night, and my head was stuffed with too much stuff. I haven't recovered yet." Harry said weakly with drooping eyelids.

Hermione stepped back tactically upon hearing this, and looked at Harry with an unbelievable twisted expression: "You still know how to preview? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

"What do you mean?" Ron looked up and glared at Hermione.

"I didn't mean to mock Harry." Hermione explained sheepishly, "It's just that when I asked you to preview it before, you said you didn't care. Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"Well..." Harry glanced at Ethan resentfully.

Let’s go back to last night.

"Ethan, you are kidding me?" Harry blinked and looked at the "Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" in front of him, which was so thick that it could kill a person with one blow. His little face was full of confusion.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Ethan looked at Harry expressionlessly, pointing his left hand at the book, "Be obedient and study hard."

Harry pointed at Ron's bed with an innocent look on his face: "Why can they play cards over there while I have to memorize this book?"

"That's right, Ethan, Harry is just a child, is it necessary?" Ron sorted his cards without turning his head and spoke for Harry.

“Then how about you guys come and study happily together?” Ethan glanced at them.

"Harry, you can do it, come on." Several people turned around at the same time, made a cheering gesture to Harry, and then turned back to continue the card game they had just played.

He became a coward so quickly.

Ethan sat down next to Harry, put his arm around Harry's shoulders, and patiently said, "Tomorrow's Potions class will be taught by Professor Snape, who is the head of Slytherin. Slytherin and Gryffindor don't get along, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know." Harry nodded, "But what does this have to do with my memorization?"

"Someone told me that Professor Snape likes to ask students questions on the first day of school. If students can't answer, the school will directly deduct points..."

"Is the person you're talking about called Alanna?" Ron, who was playing poker with Navissimo and had a small note stuck on his face, turned his body and complained at an inappropriate time.

Ethan: ...

Where is my knife?

You're the only one who talks too much!

Ron felt the murderous intent in Ethan's death gaze, swallowed his saliva, shivered, slowly shrank back, and continued playing cards with cold sweat pretending that nothing had happened.

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Ethan retracted his gaze and continued the previous topic: "Normally, due to the conflict between the two colleges, Snape should randomly select students from Gryffindor. But this year is different. This year Gryffindor has you, Harry."

Ethan pointed at Harry and said, "You are the boy who survived. I'm sure you've noticed that the professors will consciously or unconsciously shift their attention to you."

"So it's almost certain that I'll be called by Snape to answer questions." Harry slapped his thigh and suddenly realized.

"Hmm~," Ethan nodded, "So in order to prevent Snape from finding fault and deducting points from Gryffindor, I think it should be okay for you to make a little extra effort, right?"

"Of course," Harry instantly became angry, "I won't let Snape's conspiracy succeed!"

"Very good!" Ethan patted Harry on the shoulder. "That's the spirit. Do a good job!"

"Oh, by the way, Ethan," Harry suddenly thought of something and looked up at Ethan and asked, "As a special student, aren't you also very noticeable? Aren't you afraid that Professor Snape will ask you questions?"

"Don't be afraid, I've already memorized the entire book." Ethan pointed to his head, his words full of Versailles style.

Harry snorted and turned the pages of the book, very curious: "By the way, the annotations in this textbook are very comprehensive. Where did you get this textbook, Ethan?"

"Alanna lent it to me."

"Oh~~" The three people who were playing cards nearby started to make a noise together.

Ethan looked at the three people with auntie smiles on his face with a friendly look on his face: "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, Ethan, are you coming?" Ron quickly changed the subject and raised the playing cards in his hand to Ethan.

"I'll be right there." Ethan responded, turning back to Harry with a kind look and clenching his fists. The joints made crisp "click" sounds, "So you better be careful and don't wrinkle or stain it."

"Hmmmm!" Harry nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Very good." Ethan walked from the end of Harry's bed to the front of Ron's bed, sat on the bed and joined their card game. He turned his head and gave Harry a thumbs up: "The rest is up to you."

Time returns to the present.

"Well..." Harry blinked and organized his words, "For the glory of Gryffindor."

"Huh?" Hermione had a question mark on her face.

What should I do if my classmate suddenly turns into a Chuunibyou Riddler?

Waiting online, very anxious.

The Potions classroom is located in the dungeons of Hogwarts, not far from the Slytherin common room.

Ethan pulled Harry to sit down in front of a row of simple workbenches in the front. On the stone surface of each workbench was a small standard crucible, a knife and chopping board for cutting medicinal materials, and a palm-sized ceramic mortar.

Next to them, on a step higher up, there were several sets of potion workbenches put together. The tools on them were a circle larger than the ones in front of them and more complete.

As beginners, they will use the simple tools in front of them to make potions in the first class. After they have mastered the basics of potion making, they will go to the standing workbench next to them to make more complex potions.

"Okay, Harry." Ethan sat down steadily, put the textbook and paper and pen on a corner of the table, turned to Harry and asked, "Do you remember what I told you last night?"

"Remember." Harry counted on his fingers confidently, "Try to follow Snape's gaze during class, look him in the eye when he calls on you to answer a question, be humble, gentle and polite, keep Professor Snape in mind, and apologize first when you are undecided - By the way, Ethan, where did you get this information?"

"Don't worry about that." Ethan smiled happily, "Just do as I say. When have I ever cheated you, brother?"

I wonder what Snape's expression would be when he saw Harry like this? It's really getting more and more exciting.

With a loud bang, the classroom door was pushed open roughly, attracting everyone's attention.

Chapter 41 Bat! Certification!

"boom!"

The classroom door was pushed open roughly, attracting everyone's attention.

A humanoid figure wrapped in black strode into the classroom from the door. The robe trailing behind it fluttered with its wind-like steps, like a giant bat flapping its wings and dancing.

It's Snape.

Snape stood at the podium at the front of the classroom, scanning the silent students sitting below with his cold and deep gaze.

"very good."

He nodded, picked up the roll call book on the podium, and opened it to the first page: "Let's start with the roll call. Millicent Bulstrode——"

Harry sat down below, turned his head slightly and winked at Ethan, Ethan got the signal, raised his eyebrow towards Harry, and nodded slightly. Harry understood, sat in his seat and began to act like a good boy.

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"Harry Potter——"

When Harry's name was called, Snape raised his head, fixed his eyes on Harry who had raised his hand to answer, and spoke softly.

"Ah, yes. Here is our new—famous—comer."

Harry put down his hand and swallowed. Snape gave him a very strange feeling. He had the same black eyes as Ethan, but he could not feel any warmth or kindness in those eyes. Instead, they were empty and cold. The gaze that had just been cast on him also had a strange aggression, so sharp that it seemed to penetrate his soul directly, but he could not feel any malice.

"Ethan——"