Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

"You're not panicking?"

Terry stared at Ethan with wide eyes, as if trying to see if Ethan was pretending to be calm.

"Panic about what?"

Ethan had already passed this hurdle, having prepared roses with alchemy beforehand, the kind that never wither.

He sent nine to each of them, going to the Ravenclaw common room last night, and just after midnight, Ethan sent the flowers out, along with a greeting card.

It wouldn't be good to give flowers and cards to several young witches at once in the Great Hall.

Ethan still had some sense of shame and didn't want his affairs to become a legend at Hogwarts, or even be recorded in Hogwarts' history.

Even Fleur, who was far away at Beauxbatons, had Ethan use an owl to go to the post office that handled international business, ensuring they would deliver it today.

As for Gabrielle, forget it. If the Delacour family saw it, they'd probably fight their way to Hogwarts.

Child molestation is unacceptable; it's a serious crime.

"Fine, you're amazing!"

Unable to see anything, Terry decided to give up. If he couldn't watch Ethan's embarrassment, couldn't he watch someone else's?

"Who do you think arranged this today?"

Jean wondered while eating breakfast. He hadn't heard of Hogwarts having any banquets or activities on Valentine's Day!

"Who else could it be? Didn't a certain professor say yesterday that he would give us a surprise?"

Terry swallowed the smoked meat in his mouth, reminding him!

Yesterday, any young wizard who had attended the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was reminded by Lockhart at the end of class that there would be a surprise today, including Ethan and his fellow second-year students.

"That's right, no one else could do this but him!"

Jean nodded knowingly. The other professors certainly couldn't do it, but Lockhart would do anything that was conspicuous.

Ethan just couldn't understand how Lockhart had persuaded Dumbledore to agree to his plan. As a professor, he didn't have the power to decorate the Great Hall on a large scale without the headmaster's consent.

Just as Ethan and the others were almost finished eating, Lockhart, wearing a pink robe that matched the decorations, arrived at the teachers' table and waved his hand to silence everyone.

The professors who had arrived before Lockhart all wore stern faces. A muscle on Professor McGonagall's cheek was bulging, which was obviously a sign of suppressing anger.

Snape also had a dark face, as if he was about to kill someone.

It's not surprising to think about it. Several of Hogwarts' heads of house have been bachelors for many years, so what Valentine's Day are they celebrating?

Dumbledore could still run to Nurmengard, but they didn't even know where to go or who to meet.

Probably the last thing they wanted was for someone to mention today, let alone be mocked by Lockhart.

The fact that Lockhart can still stand here is thanks to the generosity of these heads of house.

"Everyone, Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart said loudly to the young wizards below with his signature smile: "So far, fifty-five people have sent me greeting cards, and I would like to thank them!"

"Yes, I took the liberty of arranging this little surprise for everyone—and there's more."

Lockhart clapped his hands, and twelve gloomy-faced dwarfs walked in from the doors leading to the entrance hall.

And one by one, under Lockhart's arrangement, they were wearing golden wings and carrying harps.

"My friendly, card-carrying cupids!" Lockhart said cheerfully, "They will be wandering around the school today, delivering Valentine's Day cards to you!"

"The fun doesn't stop there!"

"Why not ask Professor Snape to teach you how to brew Amortentia?"

"If you're interested, Professor Flitwick is more proficient in illusion magic than any wizard I've ever seen, that cunning old dog!"

Ethan looked at Lockhart's cupids and didn't know how to complain. How could these short, fat, and ugly things look like cupids?

Hearing Lockhart's words, Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands. How did he teach such a thing?

Why was a Ravenclaw graduate like this?

Professor Flitwick was already beginning to doubt his life.

Snape glared at Lockhart, then glanced at the young wizards below.

If anyone went to Professor Snape to ask how to brew Amortentia, he would probably use them directly as test subjects for new drugs!

Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they weren't mentioned, otherwise they would have been really embarrassed.

After eating breakfast, Ethan and the others also prepared to go to class. The first class this morning was Transfiguration.

Just as he walked up the stairs, Ethan heard a rush of footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw three dwarfs running over quickly, their wings fluttering.

Ethan suddenly had a bad feeling. Their target wouldn't be him, would it?

Cassandra and Hermione also stopped, staring at Ethan with a look of anticipation. They were very dissatisfied with Ethan's perfunctory approach yesterday, but they didn't want to explode. After all, if you explode, others will gladly accept it and comfort you, isn't that just helping the enemy?

The others around also looked at Ethan gloatingly, without any sense of urgency about the upcoming class.

"Hey, you! Ethan Adarian!"

The dwarf running in the front shouted loudly, constantly separating the crowd with his hands, squeezing towards Ethan.

"I have a musical message to personally deliver to Ethan Adarian!"

One of the dwarfs walked out of the corridor and began to play the harp in an aggressive posture.

Ethan closed his eyes. Screw you!

On the spot, all three dwarfs were hung upside down from the ceiling, their wings and harps scattered on the ground.

The sudden change caused the dwarfs to struggle violently, making whimpering sounds, not knowing what they were saying, but it certainly wasn't anything good.

Using an upside-down hanging and a tongue-tied throat seal, he easily solved the predicament.

The surrounding young wizards, seeing that there was no excitement to watch, also left one after another.

No one dared to say anything, otherwise there might be one more person hanging from the ceiling.

As for casting spells in the corridor, Filch is still tough, and no one cares about this at all.

Today, Professor McGonagall was teaching how to turn a mouse into a cup.

However, just as Professor McGonagall was demonstrating, the classroom door was pushed open directly, and five dwarves walked in with blank expressions.

These were not the three that Ethan had just hung up, and it was unknown whether they had been taken down yet.

Professor McGonagall, interrupted in her teaching, frowned as she looked at these uninvited guests.

Ethan felt a sense of foreboding, wondering if they were coming for him again!

But all the young wizards of his age were in class, and there was no time to write greeting cards and hand them to the dwarves!

His premonition came true; they were still coming for him.

"｀I have a… …"

Before he could finish speaking, the window on the left was suddenly opened, and the dwarves floated in mid-air, thrown out by Ethan like a string of gourds.

Falling from the second floor wouldn't kill these thick-skinned creatures.

"A very good Levitation Charm!"

"Maintaining order in the classroom, five points to Ravenclaw."

Professor McGonagall waved her hand, the door closed, and she casually added a spell.

She was prepared to go to the eighth floor after class and ask Dumbledore if he was senile, agreeing to all of Lockhart's ridiculous requests. What benefits did he give you!

By noon, Ethan really couldn't take it anymore.

After Transfiguration class, Ethan encountered the dwarves delivering greeting cards again. How many Galleons did Lockhart give you to work so hard.

"Fred, George, think of a way; these things are too annoying."

"It's simple, just send a large number of greeting cards to other people. Anyway, they'll accept them as long as you give them a card. If they have enough cards in their hands, they won't have time to find you."

"It's not just you; Cedric has been chased quite a bit today too."

As they spoke, Fred and George were almost in tears.

Ethan and Cedric were annoyed to no end, but the two brothers hadn't received a single greeting card, and they didn't even have the chance to experience it.

"That's it, since Lockhart came up with this, then write to him."

Ethan also agreed with this idea, just like delivering packages. When there are too many things to deliver, they can only be left for the next day, but tomorrow is no longer Valentine's Day, so it will naturally be invalid.

"Also Snape, and the Slytherin Quidditch team."

The twins were very much looking forward to seeing Snape's expression when he received these letters. They had Potions class in the afternoon, so they could see it.

As for the Quidditch team, they were old rivals, so how could they not think of them when there was something good.

Soon, the three of them took out a Quick-Quotes Quill, which could make simple sentences sound fancy, perfect for such a scene.

In the afternoon, the dwarves continued to break into the classroom, but this time the target changed from Ethan to Draco.

He didn't have Ethan's ability and could only be disgusted by the dwarves again and again.

As for Snape, according to the fourth years, he gave the dwarves a Petrification Charm as soon as they came in front of him and didn't undo it until after class.

[Thank you,大佬 yeka, for the monthly ticket, thank you,大佬!]

Chapter 125: Blood Curse Resolved

Time came to early April, and the dueling club held a competition, with the top eight being decided in each grade.

Among them, the top eight in the second grade are:

Ravenclaw two people, Ethan Adairian, Michael Corner.

Gryffindor three people, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger.

Slytherin two people, Cassandra Vawley, Draco Malfoy.

Hufflepuff one person, Ernie Macmillan.

Tonight, Ethan rarely went to the Room of Requirement.

Sitting on the sofa in the training room, Ethan held two vials of potions in his hand, one with a deep blue color like the sea, and the other as red as blood.

The blue one is the Purifying Potion, which was brewed almost half a month ago, but Ethan has not used it.

The red one is the Blood of Magic Potion, which was just completed this afternoon.

A few days before Christmas, he got the last magical ingredient, Runespoor eggs, from Dennis and the others, but Ethan didn't start brewing it until after returning to Hogwarts.

Within three months, he had to draw one pint of Onyxia's blood every week, which is 568.26 milliliters. This is nothing for a behemoth that has grown to twelve or thirteen meters, just the energy cube's expenditure is a little bit more.

Putting away the Blood of Magic, he released Nagini from the box.

The moment she came out, the huge snake body wrapped around Ethan, her head resting on Ethan's shoulder, and her tail was still wagging.

"Hiss hiss! (Get down, lie on the ground!)"

Ethan touched Nagini's head and gave her an order in Parseltongue.

Nagini nodded her snake head and quickly slid off Ethan, her eyes looking at Ethan expectantly.

Ethan also knew what she was expecting, took out a handful of energy cubes and put them in his hand to feed her.

This is probably the last time. After transforming into a human form, she definitely won't need Ethan to feed her anymore.

"Ethan, do you think she, 457, will turn into an eighty-year-old woman later?"

Cho Chang looked at Ethan feeding Nagini and asked curiously.

This question also occurred to her suddenly. Ethan said that Nagini was about eighteen to twenty years old when she turned into a snake, and she had been a snake for about sixty years.

That is to say, her real age is eighty years old, and she might become an old grandmother as soon as she recovers, or her body will suddenly weaken and die.

A few days ago, they were quite surprised when they heard that Nagini was a Maledictus.

After searching for some information and learning that no one had ever been able to lift the blood curse, they insisted on coming to watch.

Saying they wanted to witness history.

"The possibility is still very high!"

Penelope also very much agreed with this statement, you can't say that the time the snake lived doesn't count!

"Don't scare me!"