Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"Oh, don't worry. When have I ever lied to you?" Ethan patted his chest with confidence. "You tried it last week. Didn't Snape fall for it?"

"I hope so..." Harry sighed, looking melancholy.

"Forget it, Harry. Let's not talk about these sad things. Let me show you something happy." Ron took the schedule that Ethan had put on the table and said to Harry, "Come and take a look at Ethan's schedule."

"What? Let me see." Harry put his face close to Ron and said in astonishment, "Oh my God! Ethan, is this your schedule?"

"Let me take a look too." Hermione took the parchment and glanced through it. She sighed with envy, "That's great. I also want to live such a fulfilling life!"

"Is it so full that it can tire you to death?" Ron took the parchment, glanced at Hermione, and looked at the schedule again and sighed, "Merlin's pants, Ethan, even the house elves are not as tired as you."

"Are you cursing again?" Ethan was amused by Ron's wonderful metaphor.

"Honestly, Ethan." Harry looked up at Ethan, feeling uneasy. "Are you sure this arrangement won't drive you crazy?"

"It won't drive me crazy," Ethan put his head close to Harry and Ron, pointing at the schedule, "Look, these are all electives. I only need to take them all this week, and then I can choose two or three courses in the future. There will still be some time to rest..."

The more Ethan spoke, the weaker his voice became, and his aura visibly weakened.

It is true that there will be fewer courses, but the number is limited. Most of the courses on the schedule are required courses such as Potions, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, and Charms. The remaining small number of elective courses has very little room for maneuver.

"Alas..." Several people sighed at the same time.

孽 孽!

Chapter 86: Call of Cthulhu

"Okay, students, class is starting now."

In the second greenhouse, Professor Garrick clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Put on your dragon leather gloves now. In this class we are going to learn how to collect the pus of the Babo tuber. In the last class we talked about the medicinal effects of the pus of the Babo tuber. Who can tell me?"

Alanna, who was standing opposite Ethan, immediately raised her hand, looking eager to try.

"Okay, Miss Shanans, you answer it." Professor Garrick nodded to Alanna.

"The pus of the Babo tuber can be diluted to treat stubborn acne. Of course, it will be more effective when made into a potion with other ingredients." Alanna put down her hand and answered Professor Garrick confidently.

"Very good, five points for Slytherin." Professor Garrick nodded with satisfaction, squinting his eyes and smiling.

Alanna turned sideways contentedly, looking through the glass at Ethan across from her, her eyes filled with the hope of being praised.

Ethan felt Alanna's gaze, raised his head, smiled and nodded at her, then lowered his head and continued to look at the piles of babo tubers in the flowerpot.

Babo tuber, this is an extremely ugly plant. Rather than being a plant, it looks more like a big, black, slimy slug that has just emerged from the soil and is covered in mud.

At this time, the parts of them exposed to the air were wriggling slightly like real slugs, and there were many shiny big bulges on the black stems, which seemed to be filled with liquid - the so-called pus of the babo tuber.

"…It's difficult." Ethan folded his hands in front of his chest with dragon-skin gloves on. He looked at the unidentified objects twisting in front of him and sighed. He felt that he had no idea where to start.

Although I had dealt with some magical plants in the past, those at least had relatively clear plant characteristics. For example, the mandrake, at least you can tell where the roots are and where the leaves are, at most it can be regarded as a thousand-year-old mountain ginseng that can destroy other people's minds; another example is the Chinese biting cabbage, although it is a bit more aggressive, but at least you can tell that it is a ball cabbage.

And this embarrassing thing in front of me...can it really be called a plant?

Are you sure it wasn't something that broke in from the Cthulhu set next door?

"Okay, students. Everyone, look at me and pay attention to what I do." Professor Garrick put on dragon leather gloves and clapped his hands. The gloves made a dull sound, attracting the attention of the students in the classroom.

Professor Garrick placed her hands on the bulge of the largest Babo tuber in front of her, and explained as she operated: "Press the edge of the bulge gently with your hands and gradually squeeze towards the center. The movement must be slow."

As Professor Garrick pressed his hands, the glittering bulge on the Babo tuber broke open from the center, and streams of yellow-green liquid flowed out, emitting a pungent smell of petroleum.

The kind that would be enough to gather troops and attack overnight just by smelling the mold.

"Before squeezing, be sure to carefully check whether your dragon leather gloves are intact. Undiluted pus can cause unusual damage to the skin." Professor Garrick raised his hand and showed the students the surface of the gloves that were corroded by pus and smoked. "If the gloves are damaged, the pus will penetrate into the inside of the gloves through the gaps and hurt yourself. Everyone must be careful."

Then, Professor Garrick put his hand on another bulge and said, "Everyone, pay attention. Now I will do the wrong operation again."

"Hey!" Professor Garrick moved to the side a distance and pressed the bulge hard with both hands.

With a "hiss" sound, a strong stream of liquid shot out from the bulge. The yellow-green liquid brushed Professor Garrick's clothes and splashed onto the podium not far away. The dark yellow wooden podium was instantly corroded by the liquid, leaving a black hole, and light green smoke rose from the edge.

The students looked at the large corroded hole, exchanged glances with each other, and some had varying degrees of cold sweat on their foreheads.

"You see, if you squeeze too hard, the pus will spray out directly. So you have to move slowly and gently." Professor Garrick carefully took off his dragon leather gloves stained with pus, took out his wand and tapped it lightly at the podium.

"Recover as before."

The black hole on the podium was enveloped by light blue light and slowly returned to its original state.

"Okay, everyone can start operating. Be sure to be extra careful." Professor Garrick became serious and reminded again.

Ethan swallowed and checked his dragon-skin gloves again with concern. With slightly trembling hands, he reached out to the twisted Babo tuber. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and placed his hands on the squirming pustules.

Although there was a thick layer of dragon skin between them, Ethan could still vaguely feel the sticky touch of the Babo tuber and the wonderful tactile sensation of its constant wriggling.

It felt like I was really holding a huge slug in my hand.

Although I know that this thing is not very aggressive, it is still a bit difficult to overcome the psychological barrier.

Ethan resisted the churning in his stomach and gently squeezed out the pus from the Babo tuber. After seeing the yellow-green liquid flowing out of the bulge, Ethan quickly released his hands from the Babo tuber, picked up the large brown ampoule next to him, and collected the pus.

"That's all, it's easy to do."

A female voice that sounded very confident and a little arrogant whispered into Ethan's ears from the front.

Ethan raised his head slightly and glanced at the source of the sound.

That sound came from the mouth of a blonde girl standing on Alanna's left. She squeezed out the pus from the Babo tuber very easily, without even a trace of discomfort on her face caused by the strange touch on her hands.

Ethan silently withdrew his gaze, smacked his lips, and gave the girl a thumbs up in his heart.

This sister is a ruthless person, too strong.

She can easily do things that I can't do. It's really admirable and makes people marvel!

However, as the saying goes, the beginning is always the hardest. The reverse is also true, since you have already started something, it will only get easier and easier.

Soon, Ethan became familiar with the sticky wriggling feeling on his hands. He squeezed out bottle after bottle of pus more and more skillfully, and even hummed a little song from his hometown out of satisfaction.

Well, it would be even better if there was a way to eliminate this pungent smell.

Perhaps it was because the humming noise was a little too loud, Ethan felt a piercing gaze piercing him.

Ethan continued with his actions and raised his head slightly to search for the source of the gaze, only to see that the blonde girl had stopped what she was doing and was looking at him impatiently.

Well, it seems that I might have disturbed her.

Ethan's face turned red, he stopped what he was saying, gave the girl an apologetic smile, then lowered his head and pretended nothing had happened and continued to operate.

To be honest, it is a bit embarrassing to disturb others, especially when the victim is a beautiful girl.

For a moment, Ethan had a feeling that his right to choose his spouse for the first half of his life might be ruined by his own blind humming.

Never mind. Women will only affect the speed at which I swing my wand.

"It's going as smoothly as always, Miss Worley." Professor Garrick's voice came into his ears from not far away. "Although I have said it many times, it is still rare for students to be able to achieve your level on the first try."

"Of course, professor, it's only natural for me to do this." The blonde girl's voice came, and one could clearly feel a hint of pride in her tone.

Ethan pretended not to care and continued what he was doing, while glancing at the position of the blonde girl out of the corner of his eye.

The girl, no, Miss Worley, couldn't help but smile under Professor Garrick's praise, but soon suppressed it. It seemed that it was a very happy thing for her to get the professor's praise, but it seemed that her family education did not allow her to show it too obviously.

"Oh, little Ethan did a great job. You can't tell it's your first time." Professor Garrick walked around to Ethan, looked at what he was doing, and smiled approvingly. "You really have a lot of talent."

At this moment, Ethan felt that needle-like gaze piercing him again.

Chapter 87 It’s here again... No, it’s only September!

Cassandra has been a little distressed these past two days.

Why on earth has it become like this?

Obviously, the mad dog that he had always disliked, Rozier, who advocated pure-blood superiority, had dropped out of school for various reasons; plus, his good friend Alanna had also come out of the shadow of being bullied before and returned to her former cheerfulness and liveliness. With these two pleasant things added together, he should have become even happier, why did it turn out like this?

It's all because of that guy named Ethan!

This guy had used some unknown method to seduce the soul of his only good friend, Alanna. Not only was she completely bewitched by him, but she even began to side with him instead of her friend.

They have only known each other for three days!

But it doesn't matter. According to Professor Snape, Ethan will be attending classes with fourth-year students in the future.

Although this will increase the time he and Alanna spend in contact, it is not a big problem. Don't panic. This way his whereabouts will be exposed under your eyes.

As long as I keep a close eye on him, he won't have the chance to harm my good friend.

This frivolous scum who deceived the feelings of innocent girls will be punished by Miss Cassandra herself!

Today is Monday, and he has an herbal medicine class early in the morning. As he is good at this field, I don’t think he can come up with any new tricks.

Ha, it was true. The man started to back off as soon as he saw the Babo tuber. He was indeed a fool with a beautiful appearance but a rotten heart.

Judging from his appearance, he seems to have no idea where to start with this kind of thing. As expected, my talent in the field of herbology is unmatched. Look, I will finish the practical assignment in one go, and then go and humiliate that Ethan severely.

Um, what's going on?

Oh, it turned out to be that Ethan's humming of a strange tune. Never mind, it seems that he is really stumped. If he can realize his mistake, stop coveting Alanna, and then lower himself to ask for advice, it is not impossible for me to reluctantly give him some guidance... No, how did he start to get started?

Oh wait a minute, is this Ethan really learning this for the first time? How come he can do it better than me?

How come you are so skilled?

Humph, but fortunately, my operation was praised by Professor Garrick. It turns out that I am the best! Look at Ethan again, do you have the professor's praise? You don't!

That's not right, professor. Why did you go to Ethan's place? You actually... You actually praised him? Is he really that good?

Professor, please look at me! Please look at me!

It's not that Cassandra can't stand seeing others doing well. It's just that she has a preconceived bad impression of Ethan, that is, Ethan is a beast in human form who deceives the feelings of innocent girls, and she despises him.

If the person being praised by the professor was anyone else here except Ethan, I probably wouldn't have any emotions. Instead, I would give my approval and be motivated because I had another opponent who could stand on the same level as me.

But hearing Professor Garrick's affirmation of Ethan was like being defeated by the person she looked down upon the most in a field she was good at. Although the professor did not explicitly say that Ethan's level was above her, in her opinion, it was a great shame to be on the same level as a beast.

In this situation, if the fight ends in a draw, you're no different from a beast; if you haven't fought, you're worse than a beast; if you have fought, isn't it shameful for you to take a beast seriously?

Anyway, I get angry no matter how I think about it.

The girl's hands, which were squeezing the Babo tuber, began to tremble slightly due to her unstable emotions, and a little sweat appeared on her forehead due to anger.

"Cassandra, are you okay?" The girl standing next to her noticed that something was wrong with her friend and asked with concern, "I feel like you're not in a good state today. Did you not sleep well last night?"

"It's okay, I'm fine." Cassandra forced a smile at Alana, but to Alana, this smile looked... weird.

"Oh." Alanna blinked and turned her gaze back to Ethan.

Kassandra: ...

Is that all? Alanna, could your concern be a little more perfunctory? You used to wipe the sweat off my face, why are you being so perfunctory now?

No love anymore. No love anymore.

It's all because of that guy named Ethan!

After finally waiting for the get out of class to end, Cassandra pulled Alana with a sullen face and went to a corner outside the greenhouse to wait for someone to come to her. She blocked Ethan, who had just finished his make-up class and was about to leave, with a stern look on her face.

"Uh, may I ask what this lady wants from me?"

Ethan blinked and looked innocently at Miss Volley, who was standing in front of him with a resentful look on her face, and Alanna who was following behind her. He couldn't help feeling a little at a loss.

Could it be that she came to settle the score with me after class because I was humming a song in class just now and disturbed her?

Don’t let a pretty girl hate you for your bad mouth.

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And judging from her ill intentions, she won't let me go so easily.

No, I can't waste time on things like this. My course schedule is already very tight, and if I continue to be stuck in the stalemate, I will really have no time to rest.

I have to get Miss Volley to let me go as soon as possible.

In this case, there is only one answer.

Cassandra stared at Ethan for a while without saying a word. After she thought she had put enough psychological pressure on Ethan, she finally spoke reluctantly: "You..."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please be magnanimous and forgive me. I won't dare to do it again next time..." After a brief thought, Ethan slid to his knees on the spot and began to admit his defeat while chanting at high speed.

“……” Cassandra and Alanna looked at each other, with big question marks on their little faces.

Cassandra: I haven't even opened my mouth yet, why is he apologizing all of a sudden? Could it be that under my mental pressure, he finally realized that his ill intentions towards Alanna were wrong? Very good, it seems that my psychological offensive is still effective. Next, I will tear off his hypocritical face step by step.

Alanna: What's wrong with Ethan? He's suddenly apologizing like crazy. Did he offend Cassandra? And he looks so handsome when he admits his mistakes.