Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"So that's how it is..." Snape put his hand on his chin and thought, "Then can I assume that you only have a certain amount of basic knowledge beforehand, and you don't have such a high talent?"

"I didn't say I was very talented." Ethan blinked, looking innocent.

But he actually managed to make it up himself, and it seemed that Snape didn't have any doubts about this set of words.

What a genius I am!

"Well, Professor. Is there anything else you want me to do?" Looking at Snape who remained silent, Ethan cautiously probed.

If this kind of stimulating tutoring continues, it will really be bad for your heart.

"Today's tutorial ends here." Snape straightened his black robe, crossed his arms over his chest and said seriously, "Considering that you are a new student and this course is relatively difficult, I admit that I did have a prejudice against you before. But you did very well today."

"It's my honor to receive your recognition, Professor." Ethan replied calmly.

"Don't be too happy yet." Snape took a deep look at Ethan and began to praise him. "Although few students can meet my standards, you can't get carried away. If you want to become a true potion master, you still have a lot to learn."

"Of course, Professor. Do I look like someone who would be smug if I were praised once or twice?"

"You'd better not." Snape glanced at Ethan and said lightly.

Ethan: ...

Here it comes again, that feeling of being unable to stand him but unable to get rid of him.

"Then Professor, if you're all right, I'll take my leave now," Ethan said with an apologetic smile, slowly moving towards the classroom door.

If you can't afford to offend, avoid it. Goodbye!

"Wait a moment, Ethan." Snape suddenly stopped Ethan and said, "Let me ask you a question. What do you think of Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"what?"

Professor, you are still obsessed with Defense Against the Dark Arts.

What does it mean to never forget your original intention?

"We've only just had one Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It would be unfair for me to judge Professor Quirrell right now."

Ethan looked at Snape's gradually falling face and continued speaking with gritted teeth.

"But judging by the current situation, my assessment is that what he teaches is a bunch of garbage."

"Rubbish?" Snape repeated the word Ethan used and asked with interest, "Why do you say that?"

"I think the content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class should at least teach how to resist various dark spells and dark magic creatures, rather than listening to someone bragging about himself."

"Professor Quirrell may have made great achievements in Muggle Studies, but I think it is irresponsible to let him teach Defense Against the Dark Arts to the students."

"Irresponsible?" Snape showed an unnatural joy on his face. "That was appointed by Headmaster Dumbledore himself. Are you questioning Headmaster Dumbledore's decision, Mr. Ethan?"

"Let's just talk about the facts. My education since childhood has taught me not to be superstitious about authority." Ethan looked directly into Snape's eyes and continued, "The Defense Against the Dark Arts course should be taught by a professor with real talent and knowledge. Don't you think so, Professor?"

Snape frowned as he listened to Ethan's words, then looked at Ethan carefully from head to toe with an expression of disbelief.

Is this kid so smart?

"Professor?" Ethan swallowed and felt uncomfortable as he looked at Snape who was looking at him with an extremely aggressive gaze.

I always feel like he's going to pull out his wand and do something stupid to me in the next second.

I hope it's just my illusion.

"So, Ethan." Snape's mouth curled up slightly, "Do you intend to spend a little time after the potions class to give some real Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons?"

"Professor, what did you just say?" Ethan blinked, a little bit unable to believe what he just heard.

Giving special treatment to students from other colleges, is this still the biased Snape?

Professor, if you are kidnapped, just blink.

Snape clicked his tongue and said, "Don't even think of asking me to repeat myself. It's up to you to learn it if you want to."

"Yes, yes!" Ethan nodded frantically.

When it comes to the Dark Arts, which professor out there has a better understanding than the former Death Eater in front of him?

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Chapter 46 Those who can chant at high speed must be great magicians, right?

It took too long to prepare the Edrus potion. When Ethan arrived at the school auditorium, the white porcelain plates on the long table were already filled with food.

"Tsk, it's the same old grilled steaks, blood sausage and smoked meat that have been there for decades." Ethan looked at the unchanging food on the table, smacked his lips, and reluctantly picked a few steaks and put them on his plate. "At least it's not some dark cuisine like the Stargazing Eel Jelly. I'll just eat it."

Yes, it’s not dark cuisine.

The reason for the emergence of the dark cuisine of the British Empire is the cultural fault caused by World War II and the Industrial Revolution. At the beginning of World War II, the Germans discovered that Britain's food was heavily dependent on overseas supplies.

As we all know, if you want to make the enemy panic, you must first cut off their food supplies.

So the German fleet specifically camped near British ports and sank every ship transporting supplies. As a result, Britain fell into a state of food shortage.

The severe shortage of ingredients means that even the most professional chefs can only use simple methods such as pounding, chopping, pickling and stewing to process the limited ingredients, and the final result is a hodgepodge.

Coupled with the subsequent implementation of the food rationing system, a variety of ingredients were included in the restricted list, resulting in the variety of dishes available to the British becoming increasingly limited, and there was simply no shortage of ingredients for traditional British cooking.

After all, in that era, fish and chips were the only food comfort for British civilians.

These two foods that are not included in the restricted list can provide people with cheap and sufficient protein and carbohydrates. Although they are not very delicious, they at least meet the survival needs of human beings and prevent people from starving to death.

After just a dozen years of eating like this, the traditional British cooking method was completely shelved in the corner of history due to the limitation of ingredients, and most of the once delicious food was forgotten in ancient recipes.

The few dishes that have been passed down, such as gazing at the stars and eel jelly, have become recognized as dark dishes because they have not been improved with the times.

It can be said that those who heard it were sad and those who listened to it cried.

However, the magical world was not greatly affected, so various traditional British foods have been passed down.

It is true that their taste is quite acceptable, but the styles are indeed too monotonous and you will get tired of them after eating them for a long time.

"Oh, I really want to eat spicy chicken, stir-fried chicken, braised chicken, big plate chicken, beer duck, roast duck, Yongzhou blood duck, boiled fish, sweet and sour carp, squirrel, mandarin fish, hair blood stew, spicy garlic lamb blood, mapo tofu, Wensi tofu, hot and sour shredded potatoes, pot-fried pork, twice-cooked pork, braised pork, fried noodles, hot dry noodles, Yangchun noodles, steamed dumplings, crab roe dumplings, pot stickers, steamed dumplings, grilled skewers, hot pot!"

Ethan's series of dish names attracted the attention of several people nearby. They looked at each other with question marks on their heads.

"What do you think Ethan is muttering?" Harry asked curiously, "Is it some kind of spell or something?"

"I don't know. It sounds like the name of some creature. You heard him say this duck and that fish." Hermione shook her head.

"Has Snape tortured you to the point of driving you crazy?" Ron pondered for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh and blurted out some violent words.

"You're the crazy one!" Ethan slapped Ron on the scalp, but Ron dodged it with an extremely nimble move of crouching with his head in his hands.

"So Ethan, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly stand there and start mumbling to yourself?" Harry asked, blinking.

Ethan stared blankly at his empty hands and replied, "Nothing, I just miss the food from my hometown."

"Hometown food?" When Ron heard that Ethan was talking about food, his eyes lit up and tears gathered at the corners of his mouth. "Ethan, can you tell me in detail what it is?"

"That's a long story. When I have time, I'll find something to make two dishes for you to try - Ron, your saliva is watering." Ethan reminded Ron with a look of disgust to pay attention to his appearance.

Ron wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and asked belatedly, "By the way, did Snape give you trouble during your tutoring?"

"No, Snape was quite kind to me, but his way of expressing himself was a little awkward." Ethan shrugged, recalling the details of the tutoring.

"'Affectionate'? Did I hear that correctly?" Ron had a look on his face that said "are you kidding me?" and looked at Ethan with a look of concern for a mentally retarded person. "Ethan, you've really been tortured to death by Snape!"

"Crawl!" Ethan slashed with his hand again, hitting Ron's scalp steadily.

"So how did Snape bribe you? How did he make you speak for him like this?" Ron asked vaguely, covering his head with his hands while grimacing.

"Emm..." Ethan fell into deep thought.

Not long ago, in the Potions classroom.

"Professor, I have one more thing to ask you." Ethan saw Snape's favorability towards him soaring, so he decided to take a risk and asked Snape, "It's about Alanna Shanans."

"Shanans?" Snape frowned and became alert. "Why are you asking about her?"

Ethan told Snape the whole story of his first encounter with Alanna, and briefly mentioned the time when he pretended to be Professor Flitwick to scare people.

I hope Snape can support me after knowing this. I don't need him to do anything, as long as he doesn't take sides with Slytherin in the future.

"So I'm a little confused. Neil Rosier and his gang were so rampant, but as the head of Slytherin, you didn't do anything about it?" At the end, Ethan's emotions became agitated involuntarily, and there was a hint of anger in his tone.

"..."

Ethan's series of questions made Snape speechless for a moment. When Snape came to his senses and looked at Ethan again after a while, the kindness in his eyes had been replaced by indifference, and there was even a hint of chill in his words: "This matter is our Slytherin's internal affairs. It is not your turn as an outsider to intervene, Mr. Ethan."

"Not your turn? Since you can't do anything about it, what's the big deal if I seek justice for the victim?" Ethan sneered and refuted Snape's words, "You..."

"enough!"

Snape growled, his voice wasn't too loud, but it was intimidating enough, and his hair was scattered on both sides of his head because his body was shaking violently.

On the one hand, he was annoyed at being questioned by a Gryffindor student, but on the other hand, Ethan's words reminded him of the days when he was bullied by the Marauders' Alliance.

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"That's enough..." Snape realized his own gaffe and straightened his posture. "Many things are not as simple as you think. Do you understand?"

Snape spoke very quickly and his words were very clear, as if he was muttering to himself or reminding Ethan.

"You have to know that bullying must be caught in the act. It would be difficult to convict Rozier and others based on just some people's empty words."

"Plus, Rosier's family holds important positions in the Ministry of Magic. Punishment without sufficient reasons will cause trouble for them. We must have some sufficient evidence."

"But as the dean, if I obviously favor one side, it will cause dissatisfaction among others. Once I am impeached and step down as the dean, the new dean may not be as fair to non-pure-blood students as I am."

"So there's a lack of evidence, right?" Ethan raised the corner of his mouth. "Then there will be some soon."

Chapter 47 Will Black Cat and Hedwig give birth to a Blitzblots?

"The evidence will be there soon."

Ethan smiled slightly. He was fully aware of the implication in Snape's words.

What Snape meant was that as the head of Slytherin, some things couldn't be dealt with openly, otherwise too many things would be involved. He needed someone outside the situation to help him.

As expected of a Slytherin, he is shrewd and cunning, and will think carefully before taking action, weighing all possible outcomes.

It can only be said that it is very and special.

But since they are short of someone to do the dirty work, and I just happen to need to find fault, isn't that just a coincidence?

It would be a shame if I didn't take action on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do something under the emperor's order.

Hearing this, Snape looked at Ethan again, with an expression of indescribable appreciation on his face: "Let me remind you again, Mr. Ethan. Rosier's family holds important positions in the Ministry of Magic. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm willing to sacrifice my life to bring down the emperor." Ethan put away his smile and said calmly, "I've decided to do this a long time ago."

Even if he doesn't get Snape's support, he will find an opportunity to take the initiative to cause trouble.

After all, school bullying is something that touches his sore spot, and he cannot just stand by and watch.

Please don't get the wrong idea. The "reverse scale" here refers to the bottom line that others are not allowed to cross, and it does not refer to a specific person.

A strange light flashed in Snape's eyes. He turned around, as if warning Ethan, or talking to himself: "If something happens within Hogwarts, we professors can't sit idly by. But if it happens outside of Hogwarts, we professors have no reason to intervene."

"Thank you for your advice, Professor." Ethan clasped his fists and saluted towards Snape's back.

As expected of the Head of Slytherin, he is full of evil intentions and tries every possible way to exploit loopholes in the law.

Oh, the Gryffindor I belong to is also a big offender, that’s okay.

"Are you satisfied? Then disappear immediately." Snape waved his hand at Ethan unhappily, "Take the Adrus potion and the Stimulus potion on the table as well. They can save your life at a critical moment."

"Thank you for the gift, Professor." Ethan quickly put all the potion bottles on the table into his pocket, fearing that Snape would regret it the next second.

"Then I'll take my leave, professor." Ethan nodded and bowed as he left the Potions classroom.

Snape looked back at the tightly closed wooden door, clicked his tongue, and said to himself, "Is this guy sure he shouldn't come to our Slytherin?"

Intelligent, shrewd, strong-willed, and possessing "a certain contempt for the law," he is simply a perfect Slytherin student.

He is just a little too bold. He dares to test my intentions directly without any help, and he has no intention of backing down in the face of the power of the Rozier family.

Being sorted into Gryffindor made sense.

Ethan blinked, came back to his senses from his memories, and said to Ron: "Nothing, he just gave me the green light."

"What green light?"

Ethan smiled mysteriously: "I am doing this under orders."

Ron was about to continue asking questions when he heard the sound of flapping wings.

The mail has arrived.