Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Ethan quickened his pace and ran to the cabin, stopped, panting slightly, and asked, "Hagrid, what happened to you?"

"Oh, it's Ethan." Hagrid turned to look at Ethan, pointed at Alanna, and said unhappily, "This girl has been standing at the door. I asked her to come in and sit for a while, but she refused to come in no matter what I said. She said she wanted to wait for someone. I have never seen such a stubborn student!"

"Uh..." Ethan scratched his ear embarrassedly, "She was waiting for me."

"I can't just stand there waiting for you...wait for you?" Hagrid's eyes widened, looking at the two in front of him in disbelief. "Uh...well...you two can chat slowly. Fang and I will go patrol the Forbidden Forest."

Hagrid went back to the house, took Fang and picked up the crossbow at the door. When he passed by Ethan, he said in a voice that only Ethan could hear clearly: "This girl has been waiting here for twenty minutes. It can be seen that she is quite interested in you. Be nice to her."

Ethan watched with a smile and tears as Hagrid dragged Fang into the Forbidden Forest like a black whirlwind. Then he turned around and smiled at Alanna who was standing quietly beside him.

"Why don't you go in and sit down?"

Ever since Ethan stood in front of the cabin, Alanna just stood there and stared at him, Ethan's face reflected in the lens, but she was still holding the strange black book in her chest.

Like him, Alanna was not wearing the school's uniform robes today. Instead, she wore a cobalt blue double-breasted coat with a slanted hem, a white ruffled shirt underneath, a blue knee-length plaid skirt, and a pair of brown leather short boots, a typical British college style. As for the ankles that were just between the short boots and the plaid skirt...

Mm, it’s black stockings, so astringent.

(Note: Because I didn’t find a satisfactory skirt in Hogwarts Legacy, the inner layer in the picture is another one. As for Alanna’s inner layer, you can use your imagination (happy).)

"I was afraid you couldn't find me." Alana smiled faintly and said softly, "Besides, I just arrived not long ago."

"Come on, Hagrid told me you've been waiting for almost half an hour," Ethan was amused by Alanna's sudden response, "and we agreed to meet at ten o'clock, so how come you came at nine?"

"But didn't you also come here at nine o'clock?" Alanna blinked and asked back.

"I just came to see Hagrid and was going to sit inside and wait for you. Who would be like you, standing outside the house instead of going in to sit for a while? Aren't you tired of standing for so long?"

"If I were waiting for you, I wouldn't be tired." The smile on Alana's face became even brighter.

“You…” Ethan pinched the root of his nose, feeling helpless. “Since we’re here, shall we go?”

By the way, I always feel that Alanna’s attack on him is getting more and more fierce. Is it an illusion?

No, if I let her continue, she might not be able to control herself.

"Okay." Alanna nodded and took Ethan to the school gate.

"By the way," Ethan, who was following Alanna, suddenly said, "You look beautiful in this dress. It suits you very well."

Alanna's ears turned red.

"Where are you going?" Filch stood at the school gate with a broom, looking at Ethan and Alanna suspiciously.

"We are going to Hogsmeade, Mr. Filch." Alana took out a note from his pocket and handed it over. "This is Professor Figo's note."

Filch took the note, read it carefully, and looked at the two of them with a wary look from time to time to prevent them from slipping away when he was not paying attention.

"Yeah, no problem." Filch nodded and stepped aside to let them pass through the small door. "Remember to come back before dinner and don't spend the night outside."

"Yes." The two nodded and walked out of the school through the half-open door one after the other.

As Ethan followed Alana and was about to pass through the iron gate, he suddenly heard Filch's low voice in his ear.

"Take good care of her, boy."

Ethan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Filch who was still looking impatient, nodded slightly, and replied calmly in a low voice: "Don't worry, Mr. Filch, I will."

After saying that, Ethan quickened his pace and walked out of the Hogwarts gate, followed Alanna, and slowly walked towards Hogsmeade.

As Patty said, wizards from all over the UK can be seen on the streets of Hogsmeade. They are dressed in all kinds of strange costumes and walk through magic shops one after another, making the streets of Hogsmeade look particularly prosperous.

"Although there aren't too many people, it's still quite lively." Ethan stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the bustling streets and exclaimed.

The feeling is quite similar to that of the snack street in front of the school. Although there are not many people, it is very lively.

"Well, if it's the Hogsmeade weekend organized by Hogwarts, there will be even more people on the streets." Alanna stood beside him and said softly.

"Then, would you mind asking the guide to take me around Hogsmeade?" Ethan spread his hands towards Alanna with a playful smile on his face.

"Okay." Alanna smiled sweetly, took Ethan's hand and walked towards the village.

"That's the Hogsmeade Post Office."

"Zonko's Joke Shop, selling all kinds of weird and strange prank gadgets."

"Fengya brand wizard clothing store sells all kinds of clothing, more styles than Madam Malkin's store."

"Honeydukes, if you want candy, that's the right place to go."

"The Three Broomsticks, with unlimited Butterbeer."

Alanna was like a nimble lark, pulling Ethan through the noisy crowd and introducing him to every magic shop on both sides of the street.

"This is Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop," Alanna pointed to a street corner on the main street of Hogsmeade, her cheeks flushed, "Couples like to go here on dates."

Mrs. Puddifoot's Tea House was a small, cramped teahouse filled with steam. Ethan looked through the window and saw that everything inside was decorated with tacky lace, even the small round tables. There were couples sitting in the small shop, and it seemed that this teahouse was indeed popular with young people.

Low EQ: Tacky lace trim.

High emotional intelligence: quite girlish.

"Couple...?" Ethan looked at the pink and tender store decoration and smacked his lips. "It's too vulgar."

"Ethan doesn't like this store?" Alanna asked with a wink.

"It depends on the situation." Ethan scratched his chin with the tip of his thumb. "If you go alone, forget it. If you have someone to accompany you, that's another matter."

After all, sometimes it’s not where you go, but who you go with that matters.

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Today I saw that some readers had different opinions on the pseudo-popular science at the end of my Chapter 12, so I will explain it here.

It was actually my fault. I saw a funny comment on Bilibili and copied it here. I didn't expect that it would cause disgust in others.

After all, we all play games, so it is reasonable to be angry when someone discredits our in-game avatar.

Red bean paste Smith Masai! (Bow)

I will respond to his questions here.

1. The protagonist is ruthless and kills people without feeling any guilt.

This reader gave an example of a police officer shooting a human trafficker, but the police officer had received formal training, while the protagonist was only a 15 or 16-year-old student. I'm afraid the mentality of the two cannot be generalized.

2. About the Room of Requirement.

It was indeed given to the protagonist by Professor Weasley, but there is some controversy about the statement that he only gave him one room.

The Room of Requirement will change into different forms according to the needs of the user. If you only need one toilet, then there will only be one toilet in the Room of Requirement. If you need many rooms, then there will be many rooms in the Room of Requirement. In other words, the space should change as a whole.

As for whether other students can enter other spaces with other ideas when the protagonist is using it, neither the original book nor the game clearly states it, so let's leave it aside for now. If it is stated in future works that it is possible, then it can indeed be said that only one space is given.

3. About the alleged poaching and innocent exotic animal shop owners.

There is no way to defend this. The excessive use of memes is offensive. I would like to apologize again to Mrs. Peck, who has been slandered innocently.

4. About the perception of the protagonist in the game.

Different choices lead to different perceptions. During this reader's play, the protagonist did not take a single needle or thread from the villagers, so he is portrayed as a good young man.

But this is just a personal choice. It is not ruled out that some people really play in the mercenary mode where you pay money and I do the work, so we can only say that we should seek common ground while reserving differences.

In any case, this is all my fault for not explaining it well enough. This reader did nothing wrong. I hope everyone will not express any malice towards this reader.

Then I will keep the previous pseudo-popular science and make some explanations later to avoid misunderstandings among new readers. This reader’s comment will also be pinned to the top, just as a lesson for me.

That’s all. Please communicate in a friendly manner and don’t get angry.

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Finally, I would like to thank Han Yu, Huang Yu Hai and Chun Zhimu for their monthly tickets.

I have something to do. Next update will be in the evening.

Chapter 56: Strange high attack and low defense increase

"Ethan, if you want to buy a broomstick, go this way."

Alanna, who was accidentally flirted with by Ethan, lowered her head, pulled Ethan through the crowd into a small alley, and stopped in front of a shop on another street.

"Twirl Witch Sporting Essentials," Alanna said, looking at the sign. "The brooms here are better than those in that Quidditch boutique in Diagon Alley."

"Then why is there no one going in?" Ethan raised his eyebrows. "If the quality of the goods is really good, there should be a lot of people buying them even if it's in a remote place, right?"

"Well, it's mainly because the store manager is a little... weird." Alanna pouted her lips slightly and said angrily, "Mr. Weeks likes to tinker with the broom, and he even calls it an upgraded service. He talks so fancy. Many newbies who don't know the ropes are impressed by his rhetoric and buy the so-called upgraded brooms, only to be ripped off in the end."

"They haven't been ordered to close down for messing around like this?" Ethan was a little surprised. Are the magic world's styles of doing things so tough?

"No, the brooms he improved are really powerful, so he still has a group of loyal customers." Alanna turned to look at Ethan and said seriously, "But these improvements are all at the expense of safety. We still have to buy ordinary standard flying brooms, understand?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Miss Guide." Ethan smiled.

"Well, let's go in." Alanna was very satisfied with Ethan's attitude. She turned around and pushed open the door.

"Ah, it's Miss Shannans. You haven't been here for a long time," said Alanna, greeted by the store manager Alby Weeks. "Are you here to buy new broomsticks? I happen to have a batch here..."

"Stop, Mr. Weeks." Alanna interrupted Mr. Weeks's polite words skillfully and pulled Ethan behind him to the front. "It's not me who wants to buy today, it's him who wants to buy."

"Aha, a new face." Mr. Weeks looked at Ethan and raised his eyebrows. "This is the first time that Miss Shanans has brought someone here. Is this Miss Shanans' boyfriend?"

"Not... a man..." Alana stammered, her cheeks flushed with shyness.

Ethan looked at Alanna, who had inexplicably turned into a steam queen, and smiled helplessly.

It was apparently normal until just now, why is it that in a place like this, its attack is so high and its defense is so low?

"Alanna and I are not a couple." Ethan rushed to help Alanna out, "We are just good friends."

"Oh, so we are still friends?" Mr. Weeks looked at the two people in front of him with interest. "I haven't asked this gentleman what your name is yet?"

"Ethan, just call me Ethan." Ethan gave a polite business smile.

"Okay, Mr. Ethan." Mr. Weeks rubbed his hands and asked attentively, "Is this your first time buying a broomstick?"

"Yes, it's my first time. Does the store manager have any good recommendations?"

"There are many recommendations. The Sweep Seven, Comet 280, Thunderbolt III, and if you don't mind the higher price, the Nimbus 2000 is also a good choice." Mr. Weeks said, leaning close to Ethan and whispering, "And I also have a broom upgrade service here, which can overcome the shortcoming of the broom's lack of high-altitude maneuverability. If you are a friend of Miss Shanans, you can get a discount..."

"no!"

Alanna came back to her senses from her shyness and interrupted Mr. Weeks' sales talk with a scream.

"We just need ordinary flying brooms." Alana stared at Mr. Weeks with a stern look on his face. "Could you please show him a Thunderbolt-2000 and a Nimbus first?"

"Um, okay, Miss Shanans." Mr. Weeks, whose sales attempt failed, smiled awkwardly and turned into the warehouse at the back.

While waiting for Mr. Weeks to get the broom, Ethan leaned forward on the counter and asked Alanna without turning his head: "Are you familiar with Mr. Weeks?"

"Yeah, I've helped promote his store a few times before." Through the glass cabinet door of the store, Ethan saw Alanna behind him nodded slightly.

"publicity?"

"Yes, I used to be Slytherin's Seeker. I helped Slytherin win the House Cup for two years, so I was quite famous." Alanna forced a smile, "But I quit the team after last school's game at the beginning of this year."

It was the same time her sister was admitted to the hospital at the beginning of the year. It seemed obvious what had happened.

"...I'm sorry." Ethan knew that he had touched upon Alanna's sorrow again. He was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say. He just said sorry dryly.

"You don't have to apologize," Alana shook her head, looking into Ethan's eyes reflected in the glass, "You didn't do anything wrong."

The atmosphere in the store fell into an eerie silence.

At this time, Mr. Weeks came out from behind holding two brown paper packages, frowned at the two of them and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh no, nothing." Ethan woke up as if from a dream and quickly stepped back from the counter.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Weeks. Let me do next." Alana walked up to Mr. Weeks, took the two packages and opened them on the counter.

"This is Thunderbolt 3," Alana picked up one of the brooms and handed it to Ethan. "It has first-class control and stability, and it's also very fast."

PL-3 is a reddish-brown flying broom with the twigs at the tail neatly broken off to form a regular circular cross-section.

"This is a Nimbus 2000, which is similar to the PL-, but has a better control feel and is more expensive."

Ethan stood there with a broom in each hand, comparing them randomly.

Well, he really couldn't see which broom would suit him better. After all, he knew nine out of ten things about it - nothing.

"Which broom do you think is better, Alanna?" Ethan asked, holding up the flying broom.

"If I had to choose, I'd go with the Nimbus 2000." Alanna rested her chin on her hand as she thought, "It's a bit more expensive, but it's more comfortable."

"Okay, that's it." Ethan handed the two flying brooms to Mr. Weeks, "Please help me pack them up."

"Okay, do you want free shipping to Hogwarts?" Mr. Wicks' face was filled with a flattering smile because the deal was done.