Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Today is Friday, the day before Christmas holiday.

When I woke up, the window glass of the dormitory was rattling in the cold wind. The Hogwarts Castle was covered with a thick layer of snow, and even the surface of the Black Lake was covered with a layer of ice, making the weather seem a little colder than usual.

As long as I finished today's classes and didn't get into any trouble that resulted in me being put in detention or anything like that, I could then peacefully enjoy the two and a half week Christmas vacation.

It also means that Ethan can let go and start causing trouble.

After all, it was vacation time, and I was so happy that I accidentally slipped out of Hogwarts, and then I accidentally ran a little far and came to the Red Grave Market, and then I accidentally got rid of a group of bad guys who wanted to cause trouble, and completed Percival's trial by the way. Isn't it reasonable?

That day, Ethan had just finished breakfast and walked out of the auditorium, and saw a lot of snowballs floating in the air in the arch bridge courtyard, which was covered with a thick layer of snow. Those snowballs seemed to have eyes, and when they saw Ethan approaching, they quickly flew towards him.

Ethan dodged the flying snowball and said expressionlessly, "Fred, George, come out. I know it was you two who did it."

"Oh, it's Ethan as expected. He's really good at judging people!" Fred poked his head out from behind a pillar in the corner of the courtyard, and mist kept coming out of his mouth.

"How about it, this one we made is pretty good, right?" George poked his head out from behind another adjacent pillar with a proud look on his face.

"It's very good, but you are not doing this to deal with me, right?" Ethan smiled kindly, reached out and took a floating snowball, and squeezed it in his palm again and again.

As long as they dare to nod, I will let them taste what it feels like to have a snowball traveling at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour.

How can a mere levitation spell compare to a well-trained body?

"How could it be you? We don't want to die young. But we can't tell you about this for now," Fred said mysteriously, "This is a secret operation."

"We have prepared a big surprise for him!" George said with a sly smile, "Do you want to stay and see who the unlucky guy is?"

"It doesn't matter whether you are surprised or not, but I advise you not to do anything stupid." Ethan curled his lips and turned away. "After all, teasing the professor is a capital crime and you will be put in solitary confinement."

"How did he know?" Fred and George looked at each other and asked in unison.

So, lunch time, Hogwarts Great Hall.

"Where are Fred and George? Why didn't they come?" Ron looked around the hall and didn't see the Weasley twins, so he asked Percy who was standing beside him.

"Detention," Percy replied simply.

"What happened?" Ethan asked with an expression that showed he had expected it.

"They cast a spell on Snowball, chased Professor Quirrell everywhere, and then hit him on the back of the head with a snowball." Percy looked constipated. "It's only because my parents went to Romania that they don't know about this, otherwise neither of them would have a peaceful Christmas."

"..." Ethan, who was eating melon on the side, couldn't help but twitch his mouth twice.

Very good, you are worthy of me. You have never let me down in the field of suicide.

But why do I remember that there was the face of some unnamed Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head?

This is really fun. Next time I meet him, I will use this incident to severely humiliate him.

Chapter 156 Batman will be at your door soon

"what is this?"

Ethan looked up at the parchment in front of him with many names signed on it and asked.

"The list of students who have been detained," Percy said briefly. "I don't think you can go home for Christmas, Ethan, right?"

"That's right." Ethan took the quill from Harry, who was doing his homework, and signed his name on the paper.

Harry:? ? ?

Malfoy may not be a human, but Ethan you are a real dog!

After writing his name, Ethan pushed the parchment and quill to Harry: "I think Harry, you don't want to go home for Christmas, right?"

"Needless to say?" Harry sneered disdainfully, picked up the quill and signed his name on the parchment. "I'll be angry with anyone who asks me to go back and spend Christmas with the Dursleys."

No one can deprive me of the right to stay in Hogwarts for Christmas!

"Have you two finished your writing?" Ron asked, leaning over Harry's side. "Give it to me if you're done. I'll have to stay at school for Christmas, too."

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to go home and live with your parents? Why did you change your mind?" Harry asked.

"I was planning on going back," Ron rolled his eyes, "but my parents are going to Romania to visit Charlie, and Ginny is going with them, so there's no one at home."

"Oh, by the way, I have to write down Fred and George's names as well." Ron slapped his head and started writing on the parchment again.

"You're all staying at school?" Hermione looked a little sad. "So I'm the only one going home for Christmas?"

It's like New Year's Eve, you are the only one in your dormitory who has a girlfriend, and you plan to go out to spend the New Year's Eve with your girlfriend and have some fun. Although you mocked the other singles in the dormitory and successfully made them jealous, but before you leave, when you see them excitedly ordering takeout and starting to plan a New Year's Eve party in the dormitory, you still can't help but feel that you are the one being left behind.

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Three poor homeless children at Christmas looked at Hermione with their arms around each other, with an expression that said "what else do you want a bicycle for?"

"Unlike me, at least you have a home to return to, right?" Harry blinked, looking envious.

"Unlike me, at least your parents are waiting for you to come back home, right?" Ron sighed, looking melancholy.

"Unlike me, at least you have parents, right?" Ethan thought for a moment and then spoke in a heavyweight manner with a wicked look on his face.

Harry/Ron/Hermione: ???

Is it you or us who are wrong? How can you tell your own hell joke?

Ethan slammed the table and laughed madly.

After they signed their names and walked out of the auditorium, they ran into Hagrid, who was covered in snow and was dragging a fir tree that was big enough to fill the entire corridor.

"Can I help you, Hagrid?" Ethan asked, fiddling with the branches of the fir tree.

"It's okay. You don't need to help me." Hagrid replied vigorously, "I can do it myself. Thank you, Ethan."

"It's really annoying. Can't you just move aside and stop blocking the road?" A sarcastic voice sounded from behind the three people.

It was Malfoy and his two minions.

According to Harry, Malfoy's attitude has become much more restrained since he was taught a lesson by Cassandra. Although he still makes his presence felt in front of Harry and the others from time to time, he doesn't dare to take the initiative to cause trouble.

But now it seems that a certain little dragon has forgotten the pain after the wound has healed and has not learned his lesson at all.

The sky cleared up and the rain stopped, and Malfoy felt he was fine again.

"Oh, isn't this our savior, Mr. Pott?" Malfoy said in a long tone, "I'm really sorry for you. You can only stay in Hogwarts to spend Christmas because your family doesn't want you."

Harry kept a cold face and ignored Malfoy.

Do you think I'll be unhappy because you provoke me and I have to stay in Hogwarts for Christmas?

No, you can't even imagine how joyful Christmas would be at Hogwarts!

Although this is indeed the truth, it is still unpleasant when someone you dislike gets angry in front of you and ruins your good mood.

"Hey, Cassandra!" Ethan suddenly greeted Malfoy from behind with a warm look on his face.

Malfoy's neck shrank suddenly when he heard this, his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat, and he turned behind him tremblingly.

There was no one behind him except Crabbe and Goyle.

"Oh my, young Master Malfoy is so scared." Ethan kept shaking his head and sighing, holding his chest and pretending to tease, and then said to Harry, "See? People like this only bully the weak and fear the strong. There is no need to pay attention to them."

"I didn't think of paying attention to him." Harry shrugged, "He's just a clown trying to attract attention."

"As expected of you, you see things clearly." Ethan and Harry bumped fists and looked at Malfoy with a joking look on their faces.

"You..." Malfoy's face instantly turned redder than Ron's hair. He pointed at the three men and one woman in front of him who were smiling happily, and kept breathing heavily.

After a moment, Malfoy seemed to have thought of something funny again, and his expression became confident again. He sorted out his facial expression and looked at Harry: "Potter, let me ask you a question. When you walked into the room, you had six legs, but when you came out, you only had two legs. Do you know what this is?"

"What is it?" Harry asked reflexively.

"It's the Potter family!" Malfoy was obviously very satisfied with the joke he came up with, and he and his two little followers laughed weirdly.

"You!" Tears welled up in Harry's eyes. He clenched his fists and was about to rush forward to hit Malfoy.

Ethan quickly stopped Harry and pulled back Ron who had already started charging.

"Mr. Malfoy," Snape's emotionless and cold voice suddenly sounded behind Malfoy, "Come with me."

Malfoy was so frightened that he immediately fell silent. He turned his head to look at Snape, who had been standing behind him at some point. His face had turned darker than the bottom of a burnt cauldron, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

My life is over.

Ethan looked at Malfoy walking past them with his head down, following Snape, and tutted in disdain.

I can only say that Malfoy really deserves it for making fun of other people's family situations.

Even Ethan, who had such a good relationship with Harry, only made jokes about his own hell and never made fun of Harry's situation.

And if Malfoy had only talked about James, Snape might not have been so biased. The key point is that he also brought Lily into the conversation. Now, Snape, who only supports Lily, must have heard it.

Snape: PTSD that had been dead for many years suddenly came back to life and started attacking me.

All I can say is that Malfoy died a good death, now pop the champagne!

"By the way, Harry," Ethan warned Harry, "if someone with no eyes makes fun of you about this again, don't be impulsive or do anything. Go and tell Professor Snape directly."

"Why?" Harry had recovered from his recent loss, blinked at Ethan and asked.

"Oh, just trust me." Ethan had an unfathomable expression on his face. "I can't say anything else, but in this regard, Snape will definitely protect you 100%."

Chapter 157: Damn this troublemaker, how dare you kill my horse!

When Ethan finally finished his last class in the afternoon and came to the auditorium to have dinner as usual, the auditorium was no longer as noisy as usual, with only a few students sitting sparsely.

Many students who did not have classes in the afternoon had already packed their bags and boarded the four-wheeled carriages pulled by the Thestrals to go to Hogsmeade Station to wait for the last Hogwarts Express of the day to leave school. In order to go home early, they resolutely gave up dinner today.

He is not active in doing things and has problems with his thinking.

"The Bishop moves to E5."

At the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron were concentrating on a game of wizard chess.

Wizard chess is a magical chess game with the same rules as Muggle chess. However, the chess pieces are alive. Wizards can directly command the chess pieces by speaking, and the chess pieces will move to the target squares according to the command. When a chess piece is captured, it will be knocked over by the opponent's chess piece and then dragged out of the chessboard.

However, the chess pieces don't always obey, they have their own consciousness, and sometimes even question the wizard's instructions. Ron is very familiar with his own set of chess pieces, and it's effortless to make them obey his orders. But Harry's chess pieces don't seem to trust him, and they keep giving orders here and there.

"You can't do this. Don't send me there," the bishop shouted in dissatisfaction. "Don't you see the queen and the castle on the other side? I will be eaten! Send the knight and his horse. It doesn't matter if he dies."

"Okay." Harry scratched his head, a little distressed, "Then the knight moves to E5."

"As you wish, my sire." The knight seemed easy to talk to, and obediently moved his horse to the position indicated by Harry.

"Harry, this was a really bad move." Ethan clicked his tongue and shook his head, criticizing Harry's move.

How can you give away the knight as a bait at the beginning of the game? The bishop is indeed slightly stronger than the knight in the later stage, but now that few pieces have been eaten, the chessboard is not very empty, and the bishop is easily surrounded by a group of soldiers and cannot move. Compared with the knight who can pass through certain obstacles, it is better to give away the bishop here.

"Heh." Ron smiled and ordered, "Soldiers move to E5."

The soldier, whose face was red as fire, moved in front of the white knight, stood up, raised his lance, and stabbed the white horse under the knight's crotch, causing it to burst open.

"How dare you kill my horse!" The knight who lost his horse shouted angrily, drawing the long sword from his waist, "No one can stop me, I want to fight him!"

But what was the use? A knight without a horse was ultimately a lost dog. The soldier used his spear to knock out the careless knight who had lost his horse, dragged him off the chessboard, and then slowly returned to the square where the knight had originally been and stood at attention.

"This is too barbaric." Hermione had come behind them at some point and was looking at the chess pieces lying all over the edge of the chessboard with disgust.

"That's how wizard chess works." Ron shrugged. Seeing the large and small suitcases dragging behind Hermione, he asked, "Have you packed your luggage?"

"Well," Hermione nodded, "I'm leaving now, and I came to say goodbye to you one last time."

"Well, Merry Christmas to you then," Ron replied perfunctorily, his eyes never leaving the chessboard.

"Ah..." Hermione sighed helplessly, and then said, "If you really have nothing to do during the holidays, why not go and help Harry. He wants to go to the library to find information about Nicolas Flamel."

"We've searched hundreds of times and found no information at all." Ron said without looking up, "Move the tank to D2."

Hermione turned her head and glanced around. After making sure that no professors were passing by, she leaned down and put her head between Ron and Harry's heads and whispered, "But you haven't been to the restricted area yet, have you?"

After Hermione finished speaking, she stood up as if nothing had happened and winked at Ron, as if she was only saying to Ron, but also as if she was saying to everyone: "Merry Christmas."

"..." Ron looked at Hermione's departing back, turned to Harry and whispered, "It seems that she has also learned bad habits from us."

"That's right. He was such a good kid, but you guys have corrupted him." Ethan began to add insult to injury. "Can't you set a good example?"

Harry and Ron both rolled their eyes at Ethan.

He went to the restricted books area just two days after school started and even fought in public in Hogsmeade on the weekend. Who failed to set a good example?

"But it's been a month, and you still haven't found any information about Nicolas Flamel?" Ethan asked.

After the Quidditch game that day, when Harry and his friends returned from Hagrid's hut, their faces were filled with joy of accidentally discovering a secret.

As expected, Hagrid let everything slip again.