Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"Hey, don't worry about these details." Patty waved her hand with an auntie smile, "You haven't answered the question just now. What is the relationship between you two?"

"It's hard to explain this in just a few words." Ethan said with a frown, "In your opinion, what we do is basically the same as a couple, right?"

"Well, if you say that you two are just good friends now, I'm afraid no one will believe it except Chris." Claire nodded and made a sarcastic remark about her brother.

"That's the problem." Ethan tapped his fingers on the table, looking disappointed. "Although the way Alanna and I get along has reached that level, but... I always feel like there's something missing, and it's a very important thing."

"What is it?" Harry asked, moving closer.

"If I had known, we wouldn't be in this mediocre relationship until now." Ethan sighed, "To be honest, I've been troubled for a long time. I can't figure out what the situation is now. Is it a natural outcome or more than friends but less than lovers? So I don't dare to take any further steps."

"Oh~" Patty laughed strangely, "You finally admitted that you like her?"

"Why should I be embarrassed to admit this?" Ethan spread his hands, looking calm, "I'm not a proud person. I like you because I like you. This is not something to be ashamed of."

"You were being stubborn before, saying there was nothing going on between you two." Ron sneered with a look of disdain.

Want to start the history book? No way!

"What do you mean by being tough? I really didn't mean that before." Ethan glanced at Ron and said frankly, "I have developed feelings for Alanna over time. Those feelings were cultivated slowly."

"Tsk~" Ron rolled his eyes and ignored the patch Ethan gave him.

"Then I don't understand. Since you like her, why don't you just say it directly?" Patty crossed her fingers and clasped her hands in front of her chest, looking like a fangirl. "'Oh, dear Alanna, I like you. Be my girlfriend.' Wouldn't that be fine?"

"As for confessing my feelings, I have no plans to do so at the moment." Ethan scratched his ear and said a little embarrassedly.

"Ah? You haven't made this plan yet?" Claire looked at Ethan with disgust, and her eyes were filled with the contempt she usually had for her brother. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and make an A, the opportunity will never come again! Aren't you afraid that Alanna will be snatched away by another boy?"

"I'm not afraid of that. Alanna isn't the kind of girl who would change her mind easily just because someone else shows her affection." Ethan smiled gently, "She will definitely not change her mind. I have this confidence."

"Well, your behavior is even worse." Patty said with disdain, "You took advantage of the girl's affection for you and left her hanging without any response. You are such a scumbag!"

"It's not that I want to keep her hanging." Ethan held his forehead helplessly, "It's just that I can't figure out what she means to me now."

"She definitely likes you, is there any doubt about it?" Claire slapped the table and said loudly. The voice was so loud that it almost attracted the attention of the students sitting at the other long tables.

"Keep your voice down and don't be so excited." Ethan quickly comforted him, "Of course I know what you said. She showed it so obviously, who can't see it?"

"But I just feel like something is wrong. Although she seems to be very close to me, right? But how should I put it..." Ethan frowned, a little distressed, "I can feel that she is actually a little restrained in front of me."

"Tied up? She?" Several people looked confused.

If that look can be considered as being restrained, then if she really lets go, will the scene still pass muster?

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you thinking? It's not the kind of restraint you think, it's the attitude, the attitude." Ethan quickly waved his hand to stop the random thoughts of several people and said, "Alanna always looks a little unnatural when she is with me, and her logic is a little inconsistent. It's like she wants to be closer to me, but she resists being too close to me. So I don't understand why she is like this, and what does she think of me."

It's like when you play a galgame and try to improve the favorability of a female character, there is a character whose favorability towards you increases steadily every day, without you having to improve it at all. But when her favorability reaches 99%, the progress starts to stagnate, and no matter how many gifts you give to trigger interaction, it can't go up to %. It can't go up or down, eh, it's stuck there.

Although you can still do whatever you want when the favorability is stuck at 99%, except that you can't get the strategy ending, you can't help but feel confused by this phenomenon. If it's just a game bug, it's fine, but I'm afraid the production team has buried some landmines and is preparing to give you a big ending that will lead to a hatchet.

At this time, Ethan couldn't help but envy those time travelers who had systems. As long as they called out their own systems, they could see clearly any problems and then solve them quickly with the right remedies.

Although he could punch trolls and step on dark wizards, as if all the difficulties in the world became insignificant trifles in his hands, he felt helpless and had no idea where to start when it came to emotions.

I can only say that it is impossible to guess a girl’s thoughts just by using straight male thinking.

And Ethan hadn't said a word yet. Alana would fall into a state of absent-mindedness from time to time. When he asked her what was going on, she stammered and evaded the question, as if she was hiding something from him.

"Okay, let's stop here." Ethan clapped his hands to interrupt the others' questions. He seemed a little tired of them. He stood up and walked out of the auditorium. "I'm a little tired. I'll go back and rest first."

"You're going back now? We haven't had dinner yet!"

"No, no appetite." Ethan waved at them without turning his head.

Chapter 161: Sea○House, a man's wardrobe

As soon as Ethan walked out of the hall, the weak look on his body disappeared completely. He did not return to Gryffindor Tower as he said, but walked along another staircase towards the basement of the castle.

Right below Hogwarts Castle, in the map chamber.

Ethan walked in quietly, turned around and closed the metal door.

Ever since he came here with Professor Figo that day, he has often stayed in the map chamber to conduct various studies on this ancient magical creation. However, he is having dinner in the auditorium now and will not be here. There is no one else in the map chamber except him.

And Percival has never appeared in the picture frame here since he left that day.

"It seems I'm here at the right time." Ethan raised his eyebrows, took out his wand and drew a cross in the air.

A silver-white light curtain quickly unfolded in front of him. Ethan put away his wand and walked in quickly.

Hogsmeade village, Scottish Highlands.

Because the UK is located in a high latitude and implements winter time, it always gets dark very early.

It was only six o'clock in the afternoon, and Hogsmeade was already completely plunged into darkness. Most shops had closed long ago, and only a few lights from the windows of the houses illuminated the small streets.

A silvery-white light curtain unfolded in the corner of a remote alley. Ethan stepped out from it, shivering.

Although he was not afraid of the cold, he went from indoors to outdoors all of a sudden, and he couldn't adapt to the temperature difference in an instant.

Ethan groped his way forward in the dark on the snowy road, with a few faint lights surrounding him to serve as illumination.

The location he chose to open the portal was just right. There were no shops in this alley, and the houses on both sides of the alley did not have a back door. Therefore, there was usually little traffic, so there was no need to worry about being discovered. It was also close enough to the main road, so it didn't take much time to get there.

So he didn't walk in the snow for long, and soon arrived at his destination - the entrance of an alley next to the main road of Hogsmeade village.

Ethan turned off the light around him, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly three times on the brand new wooden door in front of him.

"who is it?"

A nervous voice came from behind the door.

"It's me." Ethan replied calmly.

"Why do Scots wear kilts?" asked the voice from inside the door.

"Because their sheep can hear the sound of them zipping from kilometers away." Ethan tried hard to hold back his laughter.

The wooden door opened outwards, revealing half of Mr. Hill's body. He looked around vigilantly, then waved to Ethan: "Come in."

Ethan dusted off the snow and followed Mr. Hill through the back door into the closed Fengya Wizard Clothing Store.

The store was dark because there was no light in the lights. Mr. Hill took out his wand and tapped it lightly, and a faint fluorescent light appeared at the tip of the wand.

"Come with me to the second floor, and walk lightly." Mr. Hill whispered, walking around the counter and up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor of the store is Mr. Hill's personal studio and residence. The magic candlesticks hanging from the ceiling emit bright warm light. The walls are covered with fabrics of various colors and textures. Several brown paper bags are piled casually on the ground, filled with various scraps and semi-finished clothes.

"Mr. Hill, is it really necessary to be so sneaky?" Ethan leaned against the tailor's workbench against the wall, a little helpless, "It's just a few clothes, not something shameful to show."

He wrote a letter to Mr. Hill a month ago, asking him to make him a custom suit. The size, material and style had been clearly given, and he asked Mr. Hill to make it according to his requirements and not to add any personal tastes to it.

Earlier in the auditorium, the letter that Black Cat brought to him was written by Mr. Hill. The letter said that the custom-made clothes were ready and asked him to pick a time to come for inspection.

However, what Ethan didn't expect was that Mr. Hill took this matter very seriously and even tried to come up with some secret code for contact in the letter, so he simply told him a classic British joke.

And it seems to be working quite well. Mr. Hill's face was quite distorted when he just opened the door.

"It's not a question of whether you can meet people or not. What you want is really too valuable. So it's better to be careful and not create unnecessary trouble." Mr. Hill said seriously, pushing the cloth spread on the workbench aside, revealing a strange-style coat underneath the cloth.

"This is the leather jacket you requested. It's 100% dragon leather. According to your request, a layer of dragon scales is sewn on the shoulders, collar, elbows and cuffs for further protection." Mr. Hill sighed. "The set you requested is more comprehensive than the one during the wizard war. I really don't know what you want to do."

"Thank you, Mr. Hill. I know this request must be very troublesome. It is really a great help that you can agree to it." Ethan smiled, took off his robe and put on a leather jacket, and gestured in front of the mirror. "Okay, it fits well, and it doesn't hinder movement."

"It's my honor to be praised by you, Mr. Ethan." Mr. Hill nodded with satisfaction. "Also, although I know I shouldn't interfere too much, I am still a little confused. The style of the leather jacket you want is too strange, isn't it? I have never seen a wizard wearing clothes like this. It looks more like a Muggle style."

Compared to the long coats that wizards usually wear that cover most of the body, the hem of this leather jacket is really too short, just above the waist, and it doesn't look very warm.

In addition, according to Ethan's request, Mr. Hill sewed several pockets, some obvious and some hidden, in various places on the leather jacket, which made the clothes look a bit bloated and did not conform to his aesthetic taste at all.

Not only that, Ethan also specially marked in the design drawing that he wanted to add a wide stand-up collar that could cover the entire chin to the leather jacket, making the style of the leather jacket even more strange.

For Mr. Hill, such designs were too out of place. Asking him to make clothes of this style would simply dirty his hands and damage his status as a famous designer.

But Ethan gave too much.

As the saying goes, money makes the world go round. As long as the money is in place, any problem is not a problem. So Mr. Hill suppressed his dissatisfaction, got the priceless fire dragon skin and dragon scales, and completed the leather jacket that Ethan needed exactly according to his requirements.

Chapter 162: Be More Careful When You Are a Person (4/10)

"Because I designed this leather jacket according to the Muggle style. After all, this jacket is to be worn in front of Muggles, and it can't be too out of place." Ethan smiled and explained.

In fact, he had thought of making a knee-length leather coat at the beginning. After all, it would be really handsome to wear it. But in this way, the fabric used would definitely be more than the current one, and the price would double. After all, a large piece of fire dragon skin is not as cheap as the small pieces used for gloves or decoration.

This is a burden that the wallet cannot bear.

Moreover, the overly long hem of the fur coat would hinder his movements to a certain extent. When he was sneaking in the Forbidden Forest before, the hem of his robe would often get caught by branches. So after weighing various factors, Ethan gave up the long-hem fur coat and chose a relatively shorter jacket style.

Next time, I’ll talk about it when I have money.

After carefully checking the coat once again and making sure that every part met his requirements, Ethan took off the leather coat and put it on the workbench: "What about the remaining clothes I want?"

"Ah, don't worry. It's all ready. It's... here."

Mr. Hill leaned over and pulled a dark bag from the bottom of the cabinet, placing it on the workbench and opening it.

Compared with the overly strange leather jacket just now, the styles of the other clothes seemed very normal to Mr. Hill.

A very normal long-sleeved shirt, fairly normal trousers and a pair of relatively normal short leather boots.

When Mr. Hill saw these normal clothes on the workbench, he couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat and wanted to cry.

Talking too much brings tears to my eyes.

Ethan put on the remaining clothes, which were as close-fitting and comfortable as his leather jacket. Although Mr. Hill was a 100% profiteer in business, his craftsmanship was really impeccable.

"Merlin's beard, I didn't expect that this strange style would look so harmonious on me." Mr. Hill looked at Ethan, who was dressed in Cybertron's psychopathic clothes, raised his eyebrows, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "It seems that I was indeed short-sighted before."

As a businessman, you must be sensitive enough to new things and have the tolerance to accept new things in order to discover the hidden ways to make money.

It is still unknown what inspiration Mr. Hill got from Ethan's outfit that night. However, in the clothing styles popular among the younger generation of wizards a few years later, perhaps we can vaguely see some of Ethan's style back then.

Of course, these are all for later.

"These clothes are exactly what I asked for in the letter. I'm very satisfied." Ethan changed back into the Hogwarts school uniform robe he had been wearing before. Looking at Mr. Hill's face, which suddenly became happy for some reason, the corners of his mouth twitched quickly. He took out a cloth bag from the pocket inside his robe and put it on the workbench, saying, "These are the agreed balance. The extra money will be considered as hard work fee. You can count it now to see if the amount is right."

"That's not necessary, Mr. Ethan. You have to have some trust in your clients." Seeing the bulging bag of money on the table, Mr. Hill's eyes lit up and the smile on his face became even more flattering. He thought for a moment, then took out a pair of gloves from the bag on the ground and handed them to Ethan, "Oh, and this. I made this with the leftover scraps of my leather jacket. Consider it a gift for you."

He had originally planned to hide this pair of gloves and sell them to others later, but since Ethan was so generous, he might as well just give it to him and do him a favor.

"Okay, then I'll take it without hesitation." Ethan raised his eyebrows and put the gloves into the bag containing his clothes.

I knew this unscrupulous businessman had some good stuff hidden.

"Have a nice time, Mr. Ethan. It's been a pleasure working with you, and I personally look forward to working with you again in the future."

Mr. Hill saw Ethan out the door with a smile, then went back upstairs and opened the purse Ethan left behind with an expectant look on his face.

I wonder how much more tip I will get?

The purse contained a pile of gold Galleons, mixed with a few copper Knuts and silver Sickles. Mr. Hill counted them carefully again and again, and the number was exactly the same as the price agreed upon before.

"Ethan, you plotted against me!"

If I had known, I would not have given him the pair of gloves. Even though I would not have lost money even if I did, it is well known that as long as a businessman feels that he has not made enough money, then he has lost money in his eyes.

I was tricked by him again. I'm so angry!

Hearing the faint wailing coming from the house behind him, Ethan smiled wickedly and quickened his pace.

How can you not be more careful when doing business with such unscrupulous businessmen?

I took another pair of gloves from him and was happy.

Ethan found an empty alley nearby, drew a silver-white light curtain, and returned to Hogwarts.

It was another anxious journey. Ethan was not afraid of anything else, but if he met the professors, he would not be able to explain how the package in his hand came from.

Hello, professor. Although you have repeatedly asked me to stay in school, I still sneaked to Hogsmeade to buy some clothes. But don't worry, I will be back soon, and there will be no danger at all.

Is this appropriate?

"Pig snout."

"Please come in."

Ethan ducked down and passed through the portrait passage, returning to the Gryffindor common room.

Because of the holiday, the common room, which was usually bustling at this time, seemed much quieter at this moment. There were no other students in the common room except Harry and Ron who were playing wizard chess by the fireplace.

But it was okay, if there was no one in the dormitory, Ethan could take this opportunity to simply pack his luggage.

He was going to skip school tomorrow, so he had to check a few more times to see if he had missed anything. After all, in order to prevent the professors from waiting at the teleportation point, he did not plan to use the portal to return to Hogwarts midway.