Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"Hurry up...we're going to be late."

Harry and Ron ran breathlessly towards the Transfiguration classroom.

"You two are amazing. You can get lost just on your way back to the dormitory." Ethan, who was running in front and leading the way, said without looking back, "If I hadn't just happened to be going back to the dormitory to get my textbooks, you two would have been wandering around the stairs all day."

"Let's not talk about this first, let's go to the classroom first..."

"There's nothing we can do." Ethan slowed down his pace and stepped between the two boys. He picked up the two boys one in each hand and rushed towards the Transfiguration classroom at a faster speed.

"boom!"

The door of the Transfiguration classroom was violently pushed open, and Ethan rushed in with Harry on his left shoulder and Ron under his right arm.

While the crowd, attracted by the sound of the door opening, had not yet reacted and looked back to see what had happened, Ethan threw the two little ones onto the empty seats in the back row and walked slowly to a seat by the side and sat down.

"When did you two arrive?" Hermione, who was sitting in front of the two of them, turned around and looked at them.

"I just arrived with Ethan." Harry straightened his clothes and put his textbooks on the table.

"Luckily I made it in time, otherwise Professor McGonagall's expression would be terrifying - where is she? She's not late, is she?" Ron leaned over and looked around the classroom.

"Professor McGonagall has been here for a long time." Hermione pointed to the podium where a tabby cat was sitting.

The tabby cat jumped off the podium and suddenly turned into Professor McGonagall. She looked at the students in the classroom and said, "I am very relieved that no one is late for the first class. However, I hope you can come to the classroom early for the next class, at least to give yourself time to organize your books."

When Professor McGonagall said this, her eyes lingered in Ethan's direction.

"Okay, let's start the class now." Professor McGonagall used her wand as a teaching stick to tap the blackboard, and white words automatically appeared on the blackboard.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous spell you will learn at Hogwarts. Let me warn you here that if anyone dares to act naughty in my class, I will ask him to leave and never allow him to come in again."

Professor McGonagall tapped the podium three more times with her wand. With a soft "pop" sound, the podium turned into a squealing milky white pig.

"Wow, this is really amazing!" Ron exclaimed.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at the pig's head again and turned it back to the podium.

It has to be said that this carrot and stick approach is indeed effective. The students who had just been intimidated were immediately completely attracted by the Transfiguration performed by Professor McGonagall. They sat upright in their seats with their eyes wide open and concentrated their attention, fearing that they would miss any details of learning Transfiguration.

"As the saying goes, Rome wasn't built in a day. Although you are not yet capable of performing complex transformations such as turning a desk into a pig, as long as you listen carefully to every lesson I teach and complete your homework on time, every student in the classroom will be able to do it in the future."

Professor McGonagall gave everyone a sip of chicken soup and continued her teaching: "In this class, we will first learn how to turn matches into needles. Now turn to page 7 of the Elementary Transfiguration Guide..."

After explaining a lot of obscure theories of transfiguration, Professor McGonagall gave everyone present a red-headed match and asked them to practice.

"As I just taught you, clearly picture the shape of the needle in your mind, and then wave your wand. Also, you must recite the spell very clearly, otherwise there will be partial deformation - in Transfiguration, only complete accuracy can be considered a success."

Professor McGonagall gave another reminder. She kept walking back and forth in the classroom, checking the situation of each student, and stopped from time to time to tutor individual students who had problems.

"Vera Verto." Ethan pointed his wand at the match and successfully turned it into a silver embroidery needle.

He waved his wand back and forth, constantly casting spells to turn the matches into needles and then back into matches. After doing this several times, he had become so proficient that he could cast spells successfully without even reciting the spell. But at the same time, he also lost the desire to continue. He put down his wand and turned the pages of his textbook without interest to look at the Transfiguration section at the back.

[Well, it seems that the principles of transfiguration are the same, but the complexity varies. So...]

Ethan picked up his wand and pointed it at the desk, half-trying to cast a spell: "Quick, turn into a pig."

puff--

The desk turned into a white pig that was emitting smoke and humming.

Ethan was startled, and before anyone else noticed what was going on, he quickly turned the pig back into a desk. Then he looked up at Professor McGonagall, and fortunately, she was still looking down at instructing the students of Ravenclaw College.

"What's wrong, Ethan?" Seamus, who was sitting in front of Ethan, felt his back suddenly soften, and turned back to tease, "You didn't really turn the desk into a pig, did you?"

"Go, go, go, and take care of your own progress first."

Ethan felt a little guilty and didn't dare to use his wand to cast spells anymore. He had to hold his head up and watch Professor McGonagall instruct other students to pass the time.

"boom!"

Seamus made a mistake and somehow made the match explode. The smoke from the explosion blackened the right half of Harry's face, including his glasses, who was sitting next to him. Of course, he himself was not much better - his whole face was blackened very evenly. As for the poor match, it had turned into a piece of charcoal with sparks.

"Good job, Seamus. You can draw inferences from what you have learned. Can you teach me how to turn matches into charcoal?" Ethan poked Seamus' back and said sarcastically.

"Go away," Seamus turned back and said unhappily, then raised his hand to signal, "Professor McGonagall, please give me another new match."

The explosion was just a minor incident in the class. When the class was about to end, Hermione Granger also made some changes to her matches. Professor McGonagall invited Hermione to the podium and showed her how to turn a match into a needle. Then she smiled at Hermione.

"Mr. Ethan, don't forget to stay for a while." Professor McGonagall reminded Ethan who was packing up.

"Don't worry, Professor. I'll remember it."

Ethan simply organized his textbooks and notes and came to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, how are we going to conduct remedial lessons?"

"Make up lessons? I don't think you need them." Professor McGonagall took off her glasses and wiped them, looking at Ethan with a half-smile, "You've made rapid progress, Mr. Ethan. You were able to complete such a large transformation in the first class."

"Professor, what are you talking about? I don't understand anything." Ethan tried to get away with it.

"Don't try that on me. I saw it clearly - not bad, it's a silent spell."

"Wow, woof, woof, stop scolding me. I won't dare to do it again next time. Professor, please forgive me." Ethan squatted with his head in his hands, and began to play the victim.

"Alright, alright, get up, you're so unruly." Professor McGonagall scolded with a smile, "I'm not trying to blame you, show me your Transfiguration spell again, and I'll see if you've really mastered it completely."

"Okay." Ethan suddenly became energetic, stood up and cast another Transfiguration spell towards the podium.

"The appearance has changed dramatically."

The podium turned into a grunting black and white pig.

"Yes, it is completely transformed." Professor McGonagall looked at the spotted pig with satisfaction and pointed at the black pattern on it. "Did you make it like this on purpose, or did you do it accidentally?"

"It was intentional," Ethan puffed out his chest, very proud, "I added some changes, only in this way can I show that I have fully mastered the Transfiguration Spell."

"Very good, change it back again, and don't chant the spell this time."

"Okay." Ethan waved his stick again and turned the black and white pig back to the podium.

"Well, not bad, very good. You have now completely caught up with the progress of the fourth grade. Even some fifth graders have not mastered it as well as you." Professor McGonagall nodded in approval, "Next week you can go directly to class with the fourth graders. Remember to bring the Intermediate Transfiguration."

"Then the homework..." Ethan asked tentatively.

"Oh, yes, there are also homework. If you hadn't mentioned it, I almost forgot. The introductory level of the first grade is definitely not up to your level. I will assign you some homework that suits your actual level." Professor McGonagall smiled lovingly.

"Professor, please don't!"

Ethan's screams echoed inside and outside the Transfiguration classroom and could not be calmed for a long time.

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It's not that I gave Ethan an excessive cheat. I believe you can all see that Ethan is using the protagonist's script from the game "Hogwarts Legacy". The protagonist of the original game is just so amazing.

For those who haven't played the game, here's a brief introduction to the protagonist Long Aotian's level (from the comments section of Station B):

At the beginning, the protagonist was not found to have ancient magic talent, but because of his amazing magic talent, he was strongly recommended by the Ministry of Magic to enroll, even though he was only a fifth-year student. Principal Black (Sirius's ancestor) was very opposed to the Ministry of Magic intervening in school admissions, but this was almost an order rather than a suggestion. The Ministry of Magic also hoped that the principal would personally escort the students to school, which made Mr. Black feel uncomfortable, so he made an excuse to let Professor Figo receive them. All these indirectly describe the protagonist's label of a dragon arrogant.

The protagonist had no contact with magic before entering school, and went straight to the fifth grade course. However, this sad guy learned everything at once, and in just a few classes, he reached the top of his generation (modestly speaking, in fact, most adult wizards can hardly compare to him).

Sebastian from the Snake Academy was the best at duels in the school, but was defeated by the protagonist who had just learned the spell a few seconds ago;

When the protagonist first took the potions class, the teacher saw his level of potion making and allowed him to use his own personal stock of herbs to make more advanced potions.

During the first flying class, while other students were still worried about their brooms not responding, the protagonist was flying up and down like a swordsman.

In Badger Cinema, the protagonist goes to Azkaban and is attacked by a bunch of Dementors. Although he is accompanied by a former retired Auror, the protagonist has almost no negative emotions, only "Eh, so disgusting, what a weird thing, take another look..."

Rookwood, the big gangster who roamed across Britain and dared to infiltrate the vicinity of Hogwarts, and whom the Ministry of Magic was powerless to stop, personally led a group of elite backbones to ambush the protagonist, a new student, but was killed by the protagonist alone.

The above is just the protagonist's first year...

The core setting of the game is "ancient magic", which is like the practice of cultivation in the martial arts world. The protagonist is the only one who knows ancient magic in the world, and in the end, the protagonist also absorbs the energy sealed for centuries to strengthen himself. Xiaoge, Xiaodeng, and Xiaotang are really incomparable.

Moreover, the protagonist is extremely cunning, saying one thing to one person and another to another, cruel and merciless, and has no sense of guilt for killing people. Every time he kills a dark wizard outside, the protagonist will say "You deserve it", or "The game boss is responsible for your death" or "This is the fate of following the game boss".

At the same time, this guy has long occupied the Room of Requirement to store the magical creatures he poached, calling it rescue, and insisting that the magical creatures are more comfortable living in his bag than in their native habitats. He then sells them to a suspicious store that only sells magical creature by-products and not live magical creatures, saying that "the owner will find a good place for the animals I rescued."

(Author's note after being reminded by readers: The above remarks are purely for fun. I hope everyone will not have inexplicable prejudice against the protagonist of the game Hogwarts Legacy. 2023.6.5)

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But you can rest assured, Ethan won't be so outrageous. After all, what bad intentions could little Ethan have?

Chapter 13: Garlic and Defense Against the Dark Arts are the best combination?

Noon, Hogwarts Great Hall.

The young wizards who had just finished their first class were eating lunch while excitedly sharing what they had seen and learned in the first class.

However, there is a saying that the moon shines over the nine provinces, some are happy while others are sad.

Our protagonist, Ethan, was slumped on a bench at this moment, staring blankly at the whole plate of delicious food in front of him with lifeless eyes and was reluctant to touch it.

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"What's wrong with him?" Hermione looked at Ethan, whose whole body had lost all color and turned gray, with a puzzled look on her face.

"I was kept behind by Professor McGonagall for extra lessons and was assigned extra homework." Harry explained to Hermione while wiping his black glasses with a napkin.

"The Transfiguration theory from first to fourth grade is completed in one go." Ron added vaguely while gnawing on a chicken leg.

Fred next to him began to count on his fingers: "Normal Transfiguration, Conversion Spell, Animagus, Apparition, Interspecies Transfiguration, write a two-page paper for each... Tsk, tsk, tsk, it will take me several days just to read it."

"That's what they call great power, with great responsibility." George echoed the sentiment and high-fived Fred.

"Is there such a good thing?" After hearing this, Hermione's eyes flashed with a green light of curiosity.

Harry/Ron/Fred/George: ? ?

Look, are you speaking human language?

"We can't go on like this," Neville poked Ethan's arm with his elbow, "Ethan, you should eat something. My grandmother said that bread is the pillar of life. You can't starve yourself."

"Ah? Oh..." Ethan's limbs began to move stiffly like a machine. He kept dipping the fries on the plate into tartar sauce and putting them into his mouth to chew.

"Ah..." Everyone couldn't help but sigh as they looked at Ethan, who still had a look of despair on his face.

孽 孽!

With the nourishment of French fries and tartar sauce, Ethan's eyes finally regained some spirit. He seemed to have made up his mind and quickly finished all the food on the plate.

"I'm going back to the dormitory to rest first. See you in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom this afternoon." Ethan said to everyone while wiping his mouth.

"Ethan, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked cautiously.

"What's wrong? I'm normal." Ethan was puzzled.

"No, it's more like it's too normal so it looks abnormal." Hermione frowned, "Weren't you just arguing about the Transfiguration paper..."

"Oh, that. I've thought of a solution." Ethan stood up, crossed the bench and prepared to go back to the dormitory to rest.

Everyone:? ?

So fast? Did you smash Varudo or did we skip a chapter?

"No, Ethan, don't force yourself. This is not an easy assignment to solve." Fred quickly advised.

"That's right. If you really can't write it, you can ask Percy. He's very good at Transfiguration." George suggested, "If you can't hand in your homework because you're being stubborn, Professor McGonagall will turn you into a human-shaped stand and hang you at the door of the classroom for public display."

Ethan turned around and gave everyone a mysterious smile.

"Everyone, have you ever heard of the water word count?"

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Defense Against the Dark Arts is a core course at Hogwarts. In this course, students will learn how to resist various types of dark magic, including dark magic creatures, curses, poison spells, evil spells and other dark spells.

Such a mysterious course was expected by the whole class, and it should be so.

Professor Keqi Luo's lesson was almost a joke.

As soon as they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, everyone covered their noses at the same time.

"Oh my god, where does this smell of garlic come from? Is Qi Luo from the Northeast or Shaanxi? Why does he eat garlic with every meal?" Ethan pinched his nose and rolled his eyes and complained.

"It is said that this is to drive away a vampire he met in Romania. He is afraid that the vampire will come back and catch him." Ron said vaguely with a ball of paper stuffed in each nostril.

"Your paper ball looks better than mine. Do you have any more? Give me some."

"Okay, I have some extra, Harry, do you want some?"

"Classmates, stop talking. We are going to start the class now. Open your textbooks to..." Professor Quirrell appeared on the podium at some point, motioned for everyone to be quiet, and began teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts stutteringly.

After just a few words in class, Professor Quirrell's topic changed from how to defend against dark magical creatures to boasting about himself. He told them that the big scarf he wore on his head was a gift from an African prince to thank him for helping him get rid of the entanglement of resurrected zombies.

However, no one can say that they really believe the story he told.