Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

It was already midnight when Ethan packed all his things and put them into his pockets in the dormitory.

"Why haven't they come back yet?" Ethan frowned and said to himself, "Did they fall asleep in the common room again?"

This was not the first time. Once, when Ethan came back from astronomy class, he found Harry and several other boys all asleep on the sofa in the common room. As their personal nanny, Ethan did not wake them up, but carried them back to their dorm beds one by one, and even helped them change into pajamas and covered them with blankets.

All I can say is that fatherly love is as high as a mountain.

According to Ron's later confession, they had so much fun over the weekend that they forgot to write the paper assigned by Professor Flitwick, so the little guys decided to meet in the common room to finish the homework together before the deadline.

Then, as expected, after they had finally finished writing their papers, due to the sudden relaxation of their nerves, their bodies could not withstand the sudden sleepiness, and they all fell down in a row in the common room.

It's just a stupid thing that boys can do.

Chapter 163 If ​​you dare to attack, you will be defeated.

As expected, as soon as Ethan walked out of the dormitory, he saw Harry and his friend still fighting fiercely on the chessboard in the common room through the handrail of the stairs.

"You guys are still playing wizard chess?" Ethan jumped over the banister and sat down next to Harry and Ron. "Aren't you going to bed?"

"Wait a little longer. I can go to bed as long as I beat Ron in one round." Harry seemed a little excited. "Besides, I don't have classes tomorrow and I can't do morning exercises. It's no big deal to sleep a little later."

"Then you'll probably have to stay up all night tonight." Ethan laughed out loud when he heard Harry's classic confident quote.

"Ethan, don't you want to have a go?" Ron Vaner said, "It's boring that I've been crushing Harry unilaterally all the time."

"No, I'm no longer at the age of being obsessed with wizard chess." Ethan thought for a moment and said, "But can we play something else?"

"what?"

"It's a card game that's unique to our place." Ethan said, standing up and walking towards the stairs again, "Stay still here, I'm going to print some cards."

Not long after, Ethan returned to the common room and slapped the stack of cards in his hand on the table: "Let's try this, it's fun."

"What is this?" The two of them looked at the card with wonderful patterns and text descriptions, and they became curious at the same time.

I don't quite understand it yet, but it looks very interesting.

Ethan smiled mysteriously and said:

"Three Kingdoms Kill."

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The next day, Ethan did not choose to get up early. In order to reserve enough energy for today's journey, he planned to get up after dawn, that is, around eight o'clock, and stroll out.

However, man proposes, God disposes. At about seven o'clock, when the sky was just getting light, Ethan could faintly hear the voices of Harry and Ron, and the noise was getting louder and louder, making it difficult for him to fall asleep again.

"It's my turn, draw a card! Use the trick card 'Out of Nothing', draw two more cards, equip the Ancient Ingot Knife and Red Hare, play a 'Kill' against you, activate the officer skill 'Break the Army' to deduct all your cards and increase the damage caused by this kill by 1. Your life is like a candle in the wind, Harry!" Ron was so excited that he showed the same healthy smile as the Dark Demon.

Ethan frowned, turned over in bed and buried his head in the quilt.

"Oh, so what?" Harry smiled confidently, "Don't forget, my general skill 'Link Camp' allows me to draw another card when I lose the last card in my hand. As long as I can draw a 'Flash', your attack will be offset."

"It's useless, it's useless! I've studied it in depth last night. There are only 160 'flash' cards in a deck of 24 cards. We have already played 22 cards, and there are 23 cards in total including the one in my hand. Do you really think you can draw the last card that decides the outcome? Harry!" Ron's smile became more and more evil, and he kept setting flags for himself.

Ethan gritted his teeth and put his head under the pillow.

"How do you know if you don't try? It's my turn, draw a card!" Harry also became excited, took a card from the top of the deck and threw it on the bed, "See, Ron! As long as I hope, fate will definitely be on my side!"

"Wha...what? You actually picked it!" Ron screamed, his voice shaking uncontrollably, and his facial expression was faintly evolving from Malik to Vector. "This is impossible!"

"Kora, it's so noisy!" Ethan, who could no longer bear it, sat up in shock from his dying illness and roared with resentment in his waking mood.

Are there two of you with such talent? It's only been one night and you've already mastered the art of poker language!

"Hey, Ethan, are you awake?" Harry, who had two little turtles painted on his face, raised his hand towards Ethan, "Want to join us? To be honest, it's a bit boring to just play 1v1. Let's play Landlord mode."

"No, I have to go out for a while now." Ethan blinked, and his sleepy eyes suddenly became clear. "You can go find Fred and George. They will be happy to join you."

"I'm afraid Fred and George can't join - discard a card, end of round." Ron turned around, revealing a face full of graffiti. "Last night during detention, Professor Snape punished them to kill a horned toad and clean its internal organs. When they came back, they were all numb."

Ethan looked at Ron, whose face was painted with little animals, and couldn't hold back his expression: "Ron, did you lose so badly today?"

Ron's face: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.jpg

"I can't do anything about it." Ron wailed. "Although this thing is fun, drawing cards depends purely on luck. In several rounds, I beat Harry to only one drop of health, but he always managed to draw a card that could reverse the situation and kill me in the next round. It's totally unreasonable!"

"I'm just a little bit luckier." Harry smiled modestly, made a gesture of the universe with his fingertips, and picked up two cards.

Ethan's eyes quickly turned sharp as he looked at Harry.

I didn't expect you, Harry, to be such a great smoker.

Should we say this is the protagonist's halo?

"Can't you two go to the common room to play cards?" Ethan rubbed his temple, sat on the bed and changed out of his pajamas, and asked, "Aren't you afraid of disturbing me in the dormitory?"

"We were in the common room before, but Percy sent us back - he thought we were too noisy." Harry rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed, and threw two more cards, "Wine, Kill, Ron, you're done."

"BLOODY HELL!" Ron threw the cards hard on the bed and said angrily, "Why is it like this again!"

"Ron, just accept your fate. You know that Harry has great luck at playing cards. Didn't you get a lot of notes stuck on your face while playing cards before?" Ethan said with a gloating look on his face.

"Bu Xiang Wan La!" Ron fell back on the bed and collapsed into a "Tai" shape, his eyes dull, "There is no way I can win this!"

"How about this, Ron? Next time I choose the character first, and then you choose, how about that?" Harry, who had been winning all the time, was still a little unsatisfied, so he made a condition to Ron that he could not refuse.

"Okay!" Ron immediately became excited again, sat up and rubbed his hands, "I will make sure you return home defeated this time!"

Ignoring the deal they had reached, Ethan hid the luggage he had packed last night in his robe, walked out the door, turned around and made a farewell gesture to the closed dormitory door.

"ciao~"

While the professors were having breakfast, Ethan quietly came to the map secret room. After leaving a note on the pedestal at the door for Professor Figo who might come, he used his magic wand to draw a silver-white light curtain and walked in quickly.

Chapter 164: Quietly leave, don't chant the spell

King's Cross Station, platform nine and three quarters.

The old steam locomotive spewing thick smoke gradually slowed down and stopped next to the platform.

Students carrying luggage pushed and shoved each other as they got off the train. They lined up in an orderly manner at the ticket office and passed through the hidden passage between the walls one by one under the supervision of the guards to prevent too many people from walking out of the wall at the same time and attracting the attention of Muggles.

In the men's restroom in the waiting hall, the door of the innermost cubicle was roughly pushed open and hit the wall. A bald middle-aged man in a suit walked out of the cubicle, swearing on the phone as he quickly walked out of the toilet door.

The hinged door he pushed open slowly rebounded due to the reaction force after hitting the wall. It suddenly paused in the middle and then suddenly accelerated its closing speed. A click sound of the door bolt being locked was heard from the inside of the compartment.

After a while, the door of the cubicle opened again, and Ethan, who had changed his clothes, walked out. He hummed a little tune and came to the washbasin outside the inner toilet, pretended to wash his hands, and then combed his hair in front of the mirror, looking like an ordinary passerby.

He had opened a portal to the corner of Hogsmeade Station, then boarded the Hogwarts Express with an Invisibility Charm on, and squatted in the train toilet all the way.

As for why we didn't drive directly to Diagon Alley, there were too many people there and it was easy to be discovered, and there was a high chance that we would run into someone we knew. In order to prevent acquaintances from seeing us outside of school, it was better to avoid such crowded places as much as possible.

It is also impossible to go directly to the Red Tomb City using teleportation magic.

First of all, the portal that I use most conveniently can only go to places I have been to. I have never been to the Red Tomb City, so I pass.

Secondly, if he used Apparition, there was a high probability that he would fail. The necessary condition for the successful implementation of Apparition was to have a very clear impression of the destination in his mind. As for Red Tomb City, he had never been there, and he had never even seen a photo of it. If he only used the three-dimensional model in the secret room of the map as a reference, he might be separated during the Apparition process because his impression was not clear enough.

There is no need, there is really no need. It's not like there are other ways to get through. Why take such an uncertain risk?

Not to mention that he is not yet seventeen years old. According to Article 1875 of the "Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act" promulgated in , underage wizards under the age of seventeen are not allowed to use magic outside of school. The only places where magic can be used are within the limited range of the Hogwarts campus and its surrounding areas, Hogsmeade Village, and the Hogwarts Express.

If he used magic outside the permitted scope, such as using Apparition to teleport to Diagon Alley, he would be detected immediately by the traces spread throughout the UK. Then the Office for the Prohibition of the Improper Use of Magic would notice the abnormality and relevant personnel would be dispatched at the speed of light, and his lone wolf plan would be completely futile.

A trace is a spell used to detect magical fluctuations. The Ministry of Magic has set up a trace covering the entire UK, and added some detection conditions to monitor the use of magic by underage wizards.

(The original book does not describe the trace thread too much, so this book sets the trace thread as a barrier magic similar to sonar.)

However, although wizards under the age of seventeen will be detected by the trace if they cast spells outside the specified range, if the location is in a place where the Ministry of Magic knows that adult wizards are present, such as the Weasley family's Burrow or Diagon Alley, this detection will be ignored and not dealt with. Because they believe that it is more reliable to use adult wizards to supervise the behavior of underage wizards than traces. (Author's note: This is the original work)

Moreover, the trace thread has a disadvantage as a monitoring method: it can only monitor the time and place of magic use and the type of magic used, but it cannot detect who is using the magic.

This means that even if you violate the rules and use magic outside of school, as long as there is an adult wizard around you who is willing to endorse you, you can get away with it.

At the same time, Article 7 of the "Law on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards" also stipulates an exemption clause: in special circumstances, such as when the life of the wizard himself or other wizards or Muggles present at the same time is threatened, magic can be used for emergency avoidance in violation of the regulations without being punished.

This exemption clause also gave Ethan the confidence to go to Red Tomb City alone and do whatever he wanted.

After all, facing a group of bad guys who want to kill me, it shouldn't be a problem for me to use magic to "slightly" defend myself. Anyway, I didn't use the Unforgivable Curse, right?

That's what he said, but Ethan still had to make sure his whereabouts were concealed along the way. So from the moment he got off the Hogwarts Express, it would be better not to use magic to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Although ancient magic should not be detected by the trace thread, this thing is specialized in combat, and the few types of movement magic are either unusable or difficult to use, and are of no help in this disguised trip.

By the way, riding a flying broomstick can indeed avoid being detected by the trace thread, but Ethan does not intend to do so. Because if he cannot use the Disillusionment Charm to hide his body, a broomstick flying in the sky is too conspicuous. To be honest, this section of the road is a bit far, and if his little Ethan rides on the broomstick for a long time, it is really a bit... uncomfortable.

(The setting given by Rowling is very vague, so the setting in this book is that although the trace thread can detect magical fluctuations, magical items such as flying brooms that have been enchanted in advance will not be detected when used.)

Ethan followed the bustling crowd out of King's Cross Station and bought a map of the city of London at the newsstand at the entrance of the station. He spread the map between his hands, lowered his head, pretending to be a traveler who was finding his way, and tried his best to avoid eye contact with others.

The headquarters of the Ministry of Magic in the UK is located in the basement of Whitehall in London, not too far from the station. There might be Ministry of Magic staff strolling along the road, and they might even recognize you, so it's better to be careful.

Thinking of this, Ethan became more alert, looking at the map while heading north. After passing two traffic lights, he went into a clothing store. When he came out, he was wearing a beige cap and a pair of brown sunglasses.

Most of my face was covered, and I felt much more at ease.

After finally walking out of the bustling city of London, the streets ahead gradually became deserted. Ethan sat down on a bench at the bus stop on the side of the road, playing with the only one-pound coin he had left, thinking about how to get to Red Cemetery.

Hiking? No, even if I have the energy to do it, I won’t have enough time.

Take a taxi? That's impossible. Taxis in the UK are very expensive. The little money I have is only enough to pay for a few traffic lights.

Hitchhiking? How could a car going to Red Tomb City just pass by in this remote place?

"It's so annoying~" Ethan wailed, leaning weakly against the wall behind the bench with a dejected look on his face.

I should have asked Hermione for two more coins. Now I can't solve the problem of travel and I don't even have the mood to eat.

Without money, you can't move forward, so sad.

In any case, I still have to find a way to get around first, and then I can feel at ease and fill my stomach.

What should we do?

Chapter 165 My knife is poisoned (lick)

"Om~Om~Om~"

A roar of an engine that was not as loud as a tractor but more like a tractor came into Ethan's ears, and several colorfully painted motorcycles rushed past Ethan.

The motorcycle at the front of the team braked suddenly, and the tires rubbed against the ground, leaving a striking black mark and making a harsh squeaking sound. The golden-haired man leading the car looked back at Ethan, gestured to his companions, and turned the car around and drove back to Ethan. A group of people got off the car and surrounded Ethan.

"Hey, handsome guy. Why are you so sad here? Do you want to come with us and have some fun?" The golden-haired girl greeted Ethan in a strange tone and threw him a wink.

Several will-o'-the-wisp young men with tattoos all over their faces were howling in strange sounds, and the sound of whistles and boos could be heard constantly.

A chill ran up Ethan's tailbone, causing him to shiver. He turned his head to look at the golden-haired man's face, which was mostly covered with tattoos. He clenched his fists secretly and squeezed out two words from between his teeth with a cold face:

“Fuck off!”

"Don't be so cold~, I was just joking with you." The golden retriever sat down next to Ethan in a familiar manner and looked at Ethan frivolously, "Actually, I have something to ask of you."

Ethan quickly moved aside, looking disgusted: "I don't think I can help you with anything. If you have nothing to do, just stay away from me. I'm allergic to tattoos."

"Don't underestimate yourself, handsome boy~" The golden-haired man waved his hand and continued with a smug look, "I just think that the leather jacket you are wearing is very nice, and I want to ask you to borrow it for two days. Can you agree?"

The golden retriever's name is Brian Irons, and he is the only son of the CEO of a well-known luxury clothing brand. His father is usually busy with the company's business and basically leaves him alone, while his mother dotes on him and always responds to any request he makes.

This gave him the opportunity to gather a group of like-minded friends. He used his family's money to equip each of his good brothers with a high-profile and expensive modified Harley-Davidson. They would get together every now and then to cause trouble on the streets. Sometimes when they were having so much fun, they would find an alley to have a fencing match with the brothers. They were having a lot of fun.

It was also because of the influence of his family, that Aarons' aesthetic taste was not low, so he could tell at a glance that Ethan's leather jacket was definitely not an ordinary product in terms of both material and design. Although the style was something he had never seen before and even looked a little strange, for a rebellious teenager like him, this weird style was just what he wanted.

"What if I refuse?" Ethan snorted disdainfully and pushed away the hand that Irons was trying to put on his shoulder.

This bastard talks nicely, but I'm afraid he will never return the money he borrows from me, right?

Should I say that all hooligans use this trick? Will the next sentence be that I don't accept your toast and I have to drink the wine for punishment?

"Don't be so quick to refuse. Don't worry, I'll make you an offer you can't refuse." Irons took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a thick stack of banknotes and shook it in front of Ethan. "See? As long as you agree, these are all yours."

When the other Shamattes saw the thick stack of money in Irons' hand, their eyes all glowed green and they looked at Irons with malicious intent.

They were originally just a gang of speeders who robbed pedestrians, but later they got together with Irons because of their common hobby of speeding. Although Irons said that he was rich, he always paid for everyone's expenses and helped everyone to upgrade their equipment. But this was the first time they saw so much cash in person, so they naturally became greedy.

"...Not interested." Ethan looked around at the people in front of him who all had their own ulterior motives, turned his head away, and said, "And if I were you, I wouldn't show off my wealth so ostentatiously."

He was very familiar with the looks of those Shamatte people, typical expressions of scum who were calculating against their fellow thieves. It seemed that they were not of the same kind, how did they get together?

Forget it. He wasn't interested in thinking deeply about something that had nothing to do with him, so he just sent them away quickly.

As for taking the money from Aarons and using it for himself, he had never considered it.

A gentleman loves money, but he gets it in a proper way. Although he doesn't think he is a gentleman, if he robs someone directly, wouldn't that make him a scum?

What, you mean the Galleons in vault number 12? The key was obviously left by Percival for himself, so it's mine, isn't it?