Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Ethan nodded deeply, looking at the two people who had reconciled in front of him with an auntie's smile, happier than when he was dating someone.

I am the one who c's all the Luo He CPs.

Tread-tap-

A chaotic sound of footsteps came from afar, accompanied by a familiar noise.

"It's over, it must be the professors." Ron held his head, his face full of despair, "The noise just now was too loud, it attracted them all. We're going to be deducted points again this time!"

"Not necessarily." Ethan laughed undeniably and stretched out his sleeves. "I'm going to start the performance. Please cooperate with me."

The professors who had come up empty-handed in the basement heard roars and collisions coming from the first floor. They realized that the troll had left the basement, so they hurried back to the first floor and rushed towards the source of the sound.

So naturally, they saw the armored giant tied up tightly in the corridor.

"Oh my god, who did this?"

Professor Quirrell glanced at the troll, screamed, and fell to the ground.

Snape squatted down to check the condition of the troll and frowned slightly.

Why does this binding technique feel so familiar to me?

Professor McGonagall vaguely heard a sound coming from the girls' room next door, so she slowly walked over, her wand in her hand ready to cast magic at any time.

The closer she got to the toilet, the clearer the sound became. Finally, she could clearly hear someone shouting, and the voice was particularly familiar to her.

"Are you trying to piss me off to death?"

In the women's restroom, Ethan stood with his hands on his hips, angrily scolding the three people in front of him. The three children lowered their heads, not daring to look at Ethan, their fingers kept fighting, and they looked extremely guilty.

"What on earth are you thinking? You are so overestimating your own abilities that you want to kill a giant monster by yourself? What do I usually tell you? Do your best and don't interfere in other people's business. But what about you? Where did you listen to what I said to you?"

"Mr. Ethan? Mr. Ethan?"

Professor McGonagall tried to interrupt, but Ethan seemed not to hear her and continued to scold loudly with anger.

"Knowing that there is danger outside, why didn't you stay in the dormitory? You are lucky, if I hadn't noticed you, or had come so late at night, you might have been trampled to death by the troll!"

"Mr. Ethan!" Professor McGonagall had to yell. Snape and Quirrell also entered the girls' room and frowned at the students inside.

"Ah, it's Professor McGonagall." Ethan turned around and saw Professor McGonagall, and stopped scolding. His body was shaking slightly because of anger, and even his heavy breathing was trembling. "You came at the right time, look at what they have done!"

"What is going on?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

"The professor is here, tell me what happened!" Ethan said unhappily.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, still wondering who should speak first to make up a reasonable excuse, when they heard Hermione's explanation first.

"It's all my fault, Professor. Here's what I did," Hermione said in a low voice. "I came looking for the troll. I've read about them in books and I know a lot about them. I thought I could handle it."

The two boys exchanged glances quickly. Hermione, a good student, actually lied to the professor? It was even more incredible than Snape's preference for Gryffindor.

However, they instantly understood that Hermione wanted to take all the responsibility on herself. This person who had never violated the school rules once, now lied and said that she had violated the school rules in order to get them out of trouble.

They pursed their lips and tried their best to pretend that they were already familiar with this story.

"If they hadn't noticed I was gone and rushed over in time, I would have been dead by now." Hermione lowered her head, "I would have been trampled to death by the troll."

"Even so, this behavior is not smart." Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief and scolded in a gentle tone, "I thought you would be smarter than your peers, but you really disappoint me, Miss Granger - you silly girl, you are still a student, how can you think you can deal with a mountain monster alone?"

Ethan, who was watching the show on the side, quickly shifted his gaze elsewhere, put his hands behind his back, and tapped the ground lightly with his toes.

That’s right, how can a student deal with a giant monster all by himself?

Chapter 113: Like the gorgeous fireworks...

"Gryffindor will be deducted five points for this incident because you showed a serious lack of judgment," said Professor McGonagall. "You should thank Mr. Ethan because he has experience in dealing with trolls before and can help you clean up the mess."

"Professor, this matter really has nothing to do with me." Ethan raised his hand weakly and said, "When I got to the door, the giant monster had already been killed by them."

"What about the giant monster in the corridor at the door?" Snape asked suddenly.

"Oh, I did that." Ethan said nonchalantly.

Snape understood immediately, and looked at Ethan with a hint of approval.

No wonder I felt the technique was so familiar, it turned out to be your work.

As expected of the students I taught, they are really amazing.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and Ron and said, "Well, I hope you realize how lucky you are. It's not often that a first-year student can survive a head-on confrontation with a grown troll intact."

"You two... five points each for Gryffindor house, just for your damned luck. I'll tell Professor Dumbledore about this, and you may leave now - and you'd better get back to Gryffindor Tower. The students are enjoying Halloween dinner in their house common rooms."

The three little ones felt as if they had been pardoned. They quickly left the women's restroom, walked around the giant monster who was tied up tightly in the corridor, and rushed to the public lounge on the eighth floor.

"Can you believe that Ethan did this alone?" Ron pointed his thumb at the unconscious troll behind him as he hurried on his way and swallowed.

"I think it's strange that he couldn't do it." Harry shrugged. "I would believe you if you said that he knocked the troll out with a punch without using any magic."

"What do you think Ethan is? James Bond?" Hermione rolled her eyes and complained, "If he knew you were making up stories about him behind his back, he might tell the truth to the professors in a rage."

"He won't, isn't that what all friends are like?" Ron raised his eyebrows and smiled at Hermione.

Caught between them, Harry suddenly felt a little redundant.

"But Ethan really has some tricks up his sleeve," Ron looked back and made sure the professors couldn't hear him, then said, "Did you see Professor McGonagall's expression? She was so stunned by Ethan's aura that she even forgot to scold us."

"One plays the good cop and the other plays the bad cop," Hermione said. "He positioned himself as the bad guy before the professors did. That way, even if the professors wanted to reprimand us, they couldn't say anything more in that situation. They would just deduct points to show their attitude, not to mention punishments like detention. Compared to the professors, his reprimand was basically painless, and that's how we escaped."

"Hermione, how come you are so skilled?" Ron complained, "And Ethan, it seems like he is also very familiar with this kind of thing."

"Not surprising," Harry chuckled, "Don't forget that he was the guy who dared to go to the restricted area by himself on the second night of school, and he was not discovered. You don't really think that he is a good student who never breaks the rules like Hermione just because he has good grades?"

Ron chuckled: "That's right."

"Correction, Harry." Hermione laughed meaningfully, "I am no longer a model student who never breaks the rules."

If the relationship between the three of them was merely that of familiar classmates, then their friendship was truly established at this moment.

When you go through something with someone, it's hard not to feel a liking for each other, and fighting a full-grown mountain troll and conspiring to deceive professors is exactly that.

On the other side, in the women's restroom.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Ethan." Professor McGonagall stopped Ethan who was about to slip away with Harry and the others, "Don't leave yet, we still have something to ask you."

"What's the matter, Professor?" Ethan turned around stiffly and gave Professor McGonagall an awkward yet polite smile.

I just ferried Harry and the others away, but now no one is here to ferry me across.

My life is over.

"Come with us." Professor McGonagall walked out of the ladies' room and stopped in front of the armored troll. "The armor on this troll is...very strange. I've never seen a troll wearing this before. If I remember correctly, Mr. Ethan, the troll you met in Hogsmeade also had this kind of armor, right?"

"That's right, professor." Ethan nodded. "And this giant monster... is very smart. It has the awareness to use weapons to block attacks. It may have been trained by someone."

"But I'm wondering why the other giant doesn't have similar armor." Ethan glanced at Professor Quirrell and said meaningfully, "Could it be that they don't have enough funds? Or were these two giants actually released by two different groups of people?"

"Okay, let's remove the binding spell on it first. We can't just leave such a giant monster in the corridor. Let's find a place to lock it up before discussing these issues." Professor McGonagall ordered.

"Okay, professor." Ethan nodded, took out his wand and walked forward to recite the spell to break the spell.

The giant monster's body suddenly swelled up and exploded into pieces in front of everyone with a bang, and the remains of flesh and blood splattered everywhere along with smoke and dust.

Ethan cast an armor spell in time to block the shock wave of the explosion, and at the same time protected himself and the professors behind him from being splashed with flying flesh and blood.

He turned around with a wry smile, pointed at the iron chain that had been blown into pieces, and said to the professors, "It seems that there is no need for me to remove the curse."

"This is not a good thing..." Professor McGonagall's eyes became serious, and she said to Ethan, "For your safety, Mr. Ethan, you should go back to the common room first. We will finish this here."

"Okay, I'll take my leave now." Ethan bowed and quickly left the crime scene.

"By the way, Professor." Ethan turned back after walking a few steps, looked at Professor McGonagall with a flattering face, and rubbed his hands expectantly, "Do you think this score is..."

"Gryffindor will give you five points for successfully subduing a giant monster." Professor McGonagall smiled unhappily and waved at Ethan, "Go back now."

"Okay, thank you, professor!" Ethan nodded and left.

Chapter 114! The friendship can be overturned at any time

"I always felt we should have won by more than ten points."

In the Gryffindor common room.

Ron scratched the steak on the plate, looking as if he had suffered a great loss, and said with a sad face.

That was a giant monster! Ethan had previously killed a giant monster in Hogsmeade and had directly added 30 points to Gryffindor, but how come when it came to him, he only had 5 points left?

The more I think about it, the more I lose.

"Only five points to be exact, and we have to take into account the five points deducted from me by Professor McGonagall." Hermione curled her lips.

"Hey, what's wrong with you guys? You look so sad?" Ethan took his plate and sat down next to them. "Young people should be energetic. Come on, smile."

"I can't laugh." Ron said with a gloomy face, "By the way, Ethan. Did the professors punish you after they kept you here?"

Although Ethan helped them out, he was left behind by the professors in the end, and they had no idea what happened next. Professor McGonagall was fine, but if Snape made a fuss and took the opportunity to cause trouble, Ethan would hardly have a good ending.

"No, and it adds five points to Gryffindor." Ethan patted Ron's shoulder and told him not to worry.

"Only five points?" Ron's face fell even more. "You got an extra thirty points last time in Hogsmeade!"

This score reduction is too drastic.

"That time I got extra points not just because I defeated the troll." Ethan shrugged, "Don't forget about Alanna. Defeating the troll was just a reason to get extra points."

"But I really envy you," Harry sighed, "Not only do you have a little sister to accompany you all day long, but your fighting ability is also so high that you can handle any problem with ease. I wish I could be as good as you one day."

After the fierce fight just now, Harry deeply realized the serious lack of his abilities and suffered from severe fear of insufficient firepower.

Apart from the spell Ethan had cast in front of him, he himself could not think of a spell that could effectively damage or control the troll, nor was there any way to stop the troll from running wild.

If I had been more capable, or knew more spells, I wouldn't have ended up in that predicament.

"Don't worry, you are only in the first grade now, and there is still a lot of room for development in magic power and knowledge reserves. The future is promising." Ethan wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth and said, "No one is a hero at the beginning. Everyone started as a rookie and worked hard step by step."

"Don't bluff me. You obviously enrolled with us."

"I'm just a little bit more talented." Ethan pointed to the universe with his fingertips, "Plus, I also practice regularly, so hard work can make up for lack of talent. If you're really anxious about your own inability and want to improve yourself, I can teach you a few tricks."

"Really?" Harry's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Of course. When have I ever lied to you?" Ethan smiled and turned his gaze to Ron and Hermione. "And I think it's necessary for the two of you to come and participate in the special training together."

Although he wanted to cover for Harry and the others, he couldn't follow them around the clock without blind spots. In addition, there was Quirrell who was watching from behind and ready to cause trouble at any time. There would always be things he couldn't take care of. So it was necessary to increase their combat power a little bit first. It was always better to prepare for a rainy day.

Moreover, the three of them are too weak now. Three of them can hardly beat a giant monster! It is necessary to give them some strength.

Well, it’s definitely not because I’m the only one who’s working hard to make up lessons all day long, so I also want to share my intensity with others.

"Ah, do we want it too?" Ron said with a bitter face, looking reluctant, "Isn't it only Harry who needs it? Why don't you just train him? Why drag us into it?"

"Aren't you friends? Good friends should share happiness and difficulties." Ethan showed a kind and amiable smile, "Don't worry, I will be gentle."

"Can I refuse?" Ron betrayed his friend on the spot, "I suddenly don't want to be friends with Harry anymore."

"No." Ethan's smile grew brighter.

-

The next morning, outside the Quidditch pitch.

Three sleepy-eyed children stood listlessly side by side, yawning constantly.

"Ethan, is it really necessary to be here so early?" Ron rubbed his eyes and said vaguely, "It's only six o'clock now!"

"I can't help it. My schedule is basically full all day long, so I only have some time now. If it's any later, I won't be able to do the whole thing." Ethan was wearing sportswear, leaning over and stretching himself, saying comfortably, "Besides, isn't it good to develop the habit of going to bed early and getting up early? You will thank me later."

Ron rolled his eyes at Ethan.

"Okay, let's start with the most basic physical training." Ethan stood up and clapped his hands. "I don't know why I really want to drive a jeep over here, but considering that you are just starting out, and I'm not a devil, let's discuss this later."

"Eh~" The three of them felt a chill running up their backs and shivered at the same time.

What should I do? Is it too late to quit now?

"Then first, let's warm up and run around the outside of the Quidditch pitch twice!"

"Ethan, I have a question." Harry raised his hand weakly.

"You speak."

"Shouldn't the special training you're talking about be wizard training? For example, teaching us some powerful spells and how to deal with them or something like that." Harry had a puzzled look on his face, "Why are you taking us running?"

"It's simple, because a strong body is the foundation for you to cast powerful spells." Ethan explained patiently, "With your current strength, even if I really teach you some powerful spells, the magic power in your body is not enough to support you to cast spells successfully."