The pink toad, like a puddle of mud, was carried away by two tall, burly Aurors.
To undergo the next round of interrogation.
Her once smug face was now deathly pale, filled with confusion and despair.
Her eyes were hollow and lifeless as she stared into nothingness, having given up all struggle.
There was no longer a place for her in the Ministry of Magic.
And the Carrow couple were also escorted away, trembling all over.
Their son was ruined.
Their family, already living off past glories, was not far from total collapse.
On the judgment seat.
All the officials were as silent as cicadas in winter.
Looking at the boy with the fair, well-behaved face,
They never would have imagined that the final outcome of this trial would turn out like this!
It was unbelievably bizarre.
It was as if from the moment the boy named Ethan Vincent appeared, everything started running wildly in a direction contrary to common sense!
This upside-down trial was destined to go down in history.
It would also be deeply etched in the minds of everyone present, never to be forgotten.
Ethan: "Removing the Ministry of Magic's tumor, allowing the money of vile families to flow back into society…
"Hmm, Minister Fudge, you did well."
Ethan looked up, smiling at the profusely sweating Minister Fudge.
Fudge:
Ethan's tone, like a superior praising a subordinate, made his mouth twitch uncontrollably.
Dumbledore, where did you find such a talent?
"Ahem," Fudge, under Dumbledore's gaze, stiffly pulled up the corners of his mouth, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Ethan Vincent."
"Today's incident is entirely the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic staff for their unclear review."
"For this, the Ministry of Magic will compensate you three hundred Galleons. Do you think that's acceptable?"
Ethan blinked and said:
"How did you know I just won the Treasure Hunt Challenge and received a one thousand Galleon prize?"
Three hundred Galleons?
Who are you trying to fob off!
At the same time.
Ethan scorned himself internally.
Ethan, oh Ethan, you've changed.
You are no longer that poor boy with not a single penny in his pocket!
Now, you even look down on three hundred Galleons!
Ron burst into tears!
Fudge:
Professor McGonagall turned her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.
"Then, then how about another hundred, four hundred Galleons?"
Fudge gritted his teeth, revealing a pained expression, and said with a huff:
"This is no small sum… If you like reading, you could even empty an entire small bookstore…
"A regular Ministry of Magic employee's annual salary might not even reach this amount…"
Ethan stared directly at Fudge, slowly saying:
"I was threatened with death, Minister Fudge. My mind and body suffered immense damage."
"And I'm just a child!"
Ethan blinked, saying shamelessly.
Now.
Fudge was sweating profusely.
He trembled as he wiped his sweat, stammering, "Then, then what compensation do you think is appropriate, Mr. Vincent?"
Ethan: "I want two thousand Galleons."
?!!
Fudge's eyes suddenly widened, his eyeballs almost popping out.
How much?!
Two thousand?!!
Why don't you just rob someone!!!
Ethan raised an innocent smile: "After all, Minister Fudge, you wouldn't want to have a rift with Principal Dumbledore because of me, would you?"
Fudge trembled, looking up at Dumbledore.
The latter paused, revealing a smile identical to Ethan's.
Finally, after much pleading, Ethan's final compensation was one thousand three hundred Galleons.
It was just about the line for a quick settlement.
The Ministry of Magic would directly open a vault for Ethan at Gringotts to deposit this huge sum.
Ethan: "It was a pleasant conversation."
One thousand Galleons was enough for the Weasley Twins to open a shop.
That meant, with over two thousand Galleons, he could buy two shops.
For old pure-blood families with deep foundations, it might not be much.
But this was Ethan's largest starting capital.
Ethan reached out with satisfaction and shook hands cordially with Minister Fudge, who seemed to be in a daze.
He thought to himself:
Everyone at the Ministry of Magic is talented, and they speak so nicely.
I'll come again next time.
At this moment.
A faint blue subtitle appeared before Ethan's eyes:
[The Lamp is Unfeeling]
[Under the glow, darkness is completely gone]
[You have transmitted your belief]
[Though almost imperceptible, your words still lit a small lamp in the minds of others]
[When the lamp is bright enough, you can influence those connected to your light, no matter where they are]
[Current "Lamp" brightness: Faint]
Ethan's eyes narrowed.
He felt the small oil lamp in his head brighten a little more.
At the same time.
Extremely faint, spider-silk-like connections appeared between him and some officials on the judgment seat.
Ethan noticed.
One of them, compared to the others, was a bit more solid.
Following this thread, Ethan saw a capable-looking Witch.
She had short gray hair, wore a monocle, and had a serious, unsmiling expression.
Her demeanor was even more stern and sharp than Professor McGonagall, who taught.
The Witch was bowing her head, diligently organizing documents.
Ethan's mind stirred.
The thread seemed to be tugged, sending ripples through it.
Then, as if sensing something, the Witch looked up.
!!
Ethan's breath hitched.
An effect similar to Imperio! But safer and more lawful good.
Ethan could imagine.
If licking his toes could grant him this ability, then Lord Voldemort would have his three meals a day.
"Illuminating hidden places, discovering secret treasures; connecting with others, transmitting light…
"Herpo the Foul, thank you for your research. You truly made a significant contribution to the happiness of future generations!"
Ethan gave a thumbs up to Herpo the Foul, who had been completely obliterated by his explosion.
On the other side.
The Witch, whose attention had been drawn by Ethan, nodded at him, raising a friendly smile.
She directly packed her things and walked down from the platform.
She gave a cold nod to Minister Fudge, who was still in a dazed state.
She said to Dumbledore:
"If you had arrived a few minutes earlier, you would have witnessed Mr. Vincent's brilliant speech."
Then she turned and actively introduced herself to Ethan:
"I am Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
"I participated in this trial intending to uphold justice. But I didn't expect there to be no room for me to act at all."
Ethan politely said: "Thank you for your concern, Madam Bones."
Amelia's lips curved slightly.
What an ambitious child.
She thought admiringly to herself.
He will surely achieve great things in the future.
"Your speech was very insightful, and I look forward to your future performance—perhaps we could become colleagues at the Ministry of Magic."
Amelia didn't notice.
The strange expressions on Professor McGonagall's and Principal Dumbledore's faces after she spoke.
Amelia: "I hear you are very passionate about art? That's wonderful, I hope you continue to pursue it."
Although, she had not seen Ethan's paintings.
But what a young Wizard of his age painted must be very cute and childlike, she thought.
Thinking about it, Amelia's smile deepened a little.
She took something from her pocket and handed it to Ethan, saying:
"This is a ticket to an art exhibition—or rather, a key."
"It's hosted by a reclusive Goblin master, open only to specific insiders."
"The exhibition opens after Christmas, right during the holidays."
"I think you'll definitely be interested in it, won't you?"
Goblin master?
To be recognized by Wizards in an era where Goblins had been defeated and were employed by Wizards.
Then the art created by this Goblin must be extraordinary.
Ethan immediately developed an interest in communication and learning.
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