Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of morality, the Xiahou Shang and Zhou dynasties of fame. The Five Hegemons and Seven Heroes made a fuss in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the rise and fall happened in an instant. There are a few names in the history books, and countless barren hills in Beimang. The predecessors sowed and the descendants reaped, which is nothing but a fight between dragons and tigers.

"The incident we are going to talk about today happened in a distant eastern country. It is said that one day, a black wizard came to this foreign land. This old thief was eight feet tall, thin, with broad shoulders, skinny, skin wrapped around bones, a long donkey face, a gray complexion, two cockfighting eyebrows, a big yellow beard, high cheekbones, narrow cheeks, and a pair of small eyes flashing with ghost lights..."

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"…Finally, the dark wizard fell in the center of the magic circle and died. It is said that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the righteous path of the world is vicissitudes."

Ethan drank the remaining tea in the cup, slammed the wake-up stick hard, and stopped talking nonsense.

"To know what will happen next, please wait for the next chapter."

The four little ones sat on their respective beds and applauded Ethan together, seeming to be still unsatisfied.

"Hey, Ethan, when will you tell us next time?" Neville asked, clapping his hands.

"There's no next time. I've told you everything today."

Ethan stood up and put the tables, chairs and other things back to their original places.

"So you just said we'll analyze it next time or something." Neville took his quill and ink box, scratched his head, and his little face was full of question marks.

"That's the closing statement, just like when you write a speech, you have to say 'This is the end of my speech, thank you everyone' at the end."

"Oh." Neville nodded, not quite understanding.

"Why do I feel that it's different from what my dad told me?" Ron sat cross-legged on the bed, his hand on his chin, thinking.

"I call this artistic processing. Alright, stop thinking about it. You have History of Magic class tomorrow morning, so go to bed."

As Ethan spoke, he walked towards the door with the teacup, ready to go to the common room to get another glass of water.

He pulled open the door of the dormitory and saw that the door was crowded with Gryffindor students.

“What are you doing…” Ethan felt that something was wrong.

"We all heard it." First-year student Parvati Patil had stars in her eyes and a look of admiration, "I didn't expect you to be so amazing."

"Where...did you hear that?" Ethan tried to struggle desperately.

"I've been listening to it since 'The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of Morality'." Hermione approached Ethan step by step, "Ethan, don't move. Let me see the skull-shaped scar on your back."

"Calm down, everyone..." Ethan slowly stepped back and turned to Harry and the others for help: "Harry, Ron, save me!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other after hearing this, then looked past Ethan at the huge crowd outside, and decisively chose to cover themselves with the quilt and pretend to sleep.

There is no hope, just wait for death.

"You guys..." Ethan raised his finger tremblingly, wanting to blame those guys for not helping. However, when he saw the crowd of fanboys and girl friends slowly crowding into the dormitory, he couldn't help but wail.

"Don't come near me!"

Chapter 16 People's joys and sorrows are not the same

After the revelry, the crowd dispersed like a tide, leaving Ethan alone, sitting on the ground in dishevelled clothes, with empty eyes and a dull expression.

"Ooooooo, I'm not clean anymore..."

Ethan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his torn clothes and cried.

The few people who were pretending to be asleep pulled back their quilts and looked at each other. They all felt guilty for just watching.

But there is no way. You can never resist the fan girls alone. You might even get yourself involved. Even four people can't do it.

Their fighting power is too strong!

"Um, Ethan. Are you okay?"

Honest Neville was the first to break up Ethan's monologue.

"Something's wrong! And it's a big deal." Ethan's eyes lit up when he heard this. He stood up and pointed at the four people from OMO from a moral high ground, "It's all because of you guys who watched me die without helping. My body is already in a state of collapse!"

"Ah, what should we do if it's so serious?" Neville said anxiously, "We have to go to the school hospital immediately... No, let's go to St. Mungo's. I'll go find the professors now."

Ethan: “…”

What should I do? I suddenly feel my conscience hurting again.

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"It's okay, it's okay," Ethan quickly held down Neville who was about to call the professor, "I have thick skin and flesh, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"Really?" Neville was skeptical, "Ethan, you can't be so stubborn."

"It's really okay, Neville, don't worry." Ethan changed his torn clothes and lay down on the bed neatly. "You guys should go to bed quickly. You have to go to History of Magic class early tomorrow morning."

A dreamless night.

The next day, when Ethan walked out of the dormitory, he felt that the atmosphere was a little abnormal. No matter where he went, there were some people looking at him curiously. When he was eating in the auditorium, students kept walking past him, then turning back and secretly glancing at him.

"Ethan, I understand you." Harry patted Ethan's shoulder with a look of gloating on his face.

As the boy who survived a catastrophe, he was the one who had to bear the attention of others wherever he went. But because of Ethan's nonsense last night, the topic of discussion now focused on Ethan, which just happened to share his attention.

It's so cool.

Ethan is a good person, I'm determined to make friends with him!

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Ethan didn't even bother to look around, concentrating on finishing his sandwich with fried eggs and bacon.

"It would be abnormal if it didn't spread so quickly. And I dare say that at least three versions will be circulated within a week." Ethan stuffed the sandwich into his mouth, made an OK gesture, and shrugged.

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The History of Magic class is recognized as the most boring course designed by the wizarding world and is the only course in Hogwarts taught by ghosts.

It is said that their ghost teacher, Professor Binns, fell asleep in front of the fireplace in the faculty lounge and forgot to bring his body with him when he went to class the next morning, almost scaring the students who came to class.

What the hell.

Moreover, Professor Binns spoke with a wheezing and drawling tone, and when he lectured he just mechanically repeated the knowledge points in the textbook without considering the classroom atmosphere at all.

The hypnotic effect is so good.

Fortunately, this is the only course that does not require Ethan to stay after class for extra lessons. Professor Binns strongly opposes extra lessons after class and believes that Ethan only needs to read the textbook thoroughly after class and pass the special test on the weekend. In any case, it is a blessing in disguise that he does not have to face this torture like Tang Monk chanting sutras.

"...So, King Uther, who was defeated by the humble King Vortigern, decided to place his hopes on the next generation. Together with the court magician Merlin, he used the blood of the British king and the consciousness of Britain's incarnation as the core to create a new British king who was superior to humans. This new king was King Arthur. Please draw this part, as it is the key point and will be tested in the exam. The relationship between the characters must be remembered clearly..."

No matter how interesting something is, once it comes out of Professor Binns's mouth, it is almost certain to make people as drowsy as drinking sleepy tea within ten minutes; if the weather is hot, five minutes is enough.

"Alas, Harry. How long can you hold out?"

Ron, who was mixed in the crowd in the back row, tried hard to chat with Harry to distract himself in order not to fall asleep in class.

There was no way. Professor Binns' sleeping pills took effect so quickly that Ron couldn't stand it.

"Still working on it." Harry resisted the temptation to look at the table and tried his best to squeeze out a brief answer to Ron.

"I really envy Ethan." Ron's every word was filled with the scent of lemon, and he turned around to look behind him.

Ethan was sitting in the last row, his upper body leaning on the desk, his head resting on the History of Magic textbook, sleeping soundly.

We were trying so hard to stay awake, but you were sleeping so freely. The key point was that Professor Binns didn't even notice it.

Very angry.

"Hey, red-haired boy over there, don't be distracted in class, listen carefully. What I just said are the key points. If you don't write it down, you won't be able to write it in the exam and you'll be the one crying..."

Professor Binns noticed Ron turning around and began to lecture again.

"Gu, kill me." Ron lay down on the desk, covered his ears and turned on ostrich mode.

So Professor Binns, you can clearly see me turning my head, but you can't see the bitch sleeping behind me.

Even more angry.

"Pfft."

Hermione's voice could not help laughing from the seat in front.

"Hermione, you're going too far. Do you think I'm funny?" Ron poked Hermione on the back.

"I'm not laughing." Hermione put away her smile and said seriously, "I'm a kid who studies hard. I won't laugh out loud in class."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure... unless I can't help it." Hermione's body trembled, and she must have been having a hard time holding back her laughter.

Ron: I &*%@#*$&@#…

After the class, the students walked out of the classroom listlessly. Even Hermione, a top student, couldn't help but yawn twice.

"What's the next class?"

Ron drooped his eyelids, asking someone a question.

"Professor Flitwick's Charms class."

Ethan, who had slept for a whole class, was full of energy and answered energetically.

"Ethan, don't you feel guilty about this?" Ron said in a resentful tone.

"??? What's wrong with me?" Ethan looked at Ron with a question mark on his face.

That’s not right. I didn’t do anything to trick Ron today.

Could it be that he found out that I slapped him in the face yesterday morning?

"No, nothing." Ron sighed to himself, feeling very sad. "Is this my fate?"

The question mark on Ethan's face increased greatly.

The Riddler, huh?

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Today I saw that Faiz actually released a sequel.

In my lifetime!

Chapter 17 You don’t want the professors to know about your violation of discipline.

The Charms classroom is located on the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle. Compared with classrooms of other subjects, it is too narrow and long. There are two rows of seats on both sides, both facing the center of the classroom.

Professor Flitwick, who taught the Charms class, was surprisingly small and could only stand on a pile of books to get to the podium, but his knowledge and rigor of Charms were unquestionable.

"To successfully cast a spell, one must not only concentrate, but also wave the wand correctly and pronounce the spell accurately. If this is not done, the spell may fail to fire and there is also the risk of the spell backfiring."

Professor Flitwick first gave everyone a serious warning before officially starting the lecture.

As usual, Ethan sat in the back row, flipping through The Standard Book of Spells: Elementary out of boredom, not paying attention to the class at all.

There is no other way. Professor Figo has already taught the above spells, and it is so easy to cast them now.

I should let Professor Flitwick teach me some good things during the make-up classes. Since Professor Figo felt that he needed to be fully prepared, he should first practice to become the Sword God of Shilipo in the Novice Village.

"That's all for this class. Everyone, remember to think more and practice more when you go back. Mr. Ethan, remember to stay for a while."

Professor Flitwick tapped the podium with his wand, ending the lesson.

"I heard from Professor Figo about your situation. You need to learn a few more defensive spells, right?"

After all the students left the classroom, Professor Flitwick flew down from the pile of books and walked slowly towards Ethan with a kind smile on his face.

"Yes, Professor. Please feel free to teach me. If there is any useful spell, please feel free to teach me."

Ethan rubbed his hands, looking like a motivated student who was quick-witted and eager to learn.

"Well, since you said so, I'll give you a big gift package of remedial lessons." Professor Flitwick waved his wand, "Let's start with the Accio spell."

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In the Charms classroom after class, whispers between two people could be heard from time to time.

"Is that so, Professor Flitwick?"

"That's right, Mr. Ethan. It's easy to understand."

……

"Mr. Ethan, that's enough. Let's stop here."

"It's okay, Professor. I can continue."