"I... I did it?"
Harry couldn't believe it, a look of pleasant surprise gradually spreading across his face!
He shouted to those around him:
"I successfully used wandless magic! Did you all see that?"
"Well, congratulations to you," Hermione said dryly.
Her eyes were filled with envy and competitive fire.
She looked eagerly at the "Vortex Professor," hoping he would fire a spell at her too!
Vaguely, Hermione sensed that this seemingly terrifying professor wouldn't actually harm their... bodies.
As for their mental state, however, that was far from certain.
Unfortunately, Ethan didn't notice Hermione's imploring gaze.
He looked at the excited Harry and applauded in praise:
"Well done, Mr. Potter."
"Ten points to Gryffindor, for your fearlessness."
Only then did the student whom Harry had protected realize what had happened.
His face went pale, and he trembled uncontrollably with fear.
If Harry hadn't stepped in to shield him, he would be dead...
Ethan turned his head to look at Professor Snape, whose face was cast in shadow.
He curled his lips, about to speak—
But he was cut off by a sharp shout:
"You have gone too far, Professor Norn!!"
Professor McGonagall stomped forward, trembling with rage.
She glared furiously at Ethan:
"You... you actually cast the Killing Curse at students?! Have you lost your mind?!"
"I will report this to Headmaster Dumbledore immediately! If not for Harry's timely reaction—"
At this point, Professor McGonagall suddenly realized something and froze.
"Yes," Ethan smiled, the expression hidden behind his mask.
Two invisible gazes shot through the mask, directing straight at the worrying Cat Professor.
He spoke slowly:
"Do you really think a beginner's fragile defensive shield could withstand one of the three Unforgivable Curses?"
McGonagall: "But you certainly chanted—"
She paused again.
Because she suddenly realized.
This guy didn't chant Avada Kedavra at all!
He chanted a nonsensical "Expelli-Your-Life"!!
Instantly, Professor McGonagall fell silent.
Facing that "vortex face" which seemed to possess its own passive psychic attack, the corners of her mouth twitched.
She felt a massive headache coming on!
This sense of déjà vu, of someone repeatedly dancing right on the edge of the line...
Is that you?
Ethan Vincent??!
Ethan: "Rest assured, I am a kind and soft-hearted person who cherishes students above all else."
Ethan opened his arms.
Like a benevolent deity embracing all creation, he spoke in a gentle and tolerant voice:
"Though the world is so dark, I will still kindle the light—right now, I am leading everyone to shine and burn bright."
Professor McGonagall: "..."
The Students: "..."
Ron couldn't help but quip, "We'll be burnt to a crisp before we get a chance to 'shine and burn bright'."
Looking at the "Vortex Weirdo" whose whole body seemed to be starting to glow, the Cat Professor felt very tired.
The Cat Professor gave up.
After all, he was hand-picked by Headmaster Dumbledore...
Surely nothing would go wrong?
Hadn't Harry miraculously used wandless magic halfway through the class?
Professor McGonagall retreated, mentally exhausted.
But before she did, she gritted her teeth and said:
"...Another ten points to Gryffindor, for Harry's outstanding performance!"
—Adding points to her own house was her final act of persistence!
"I'm glad you understand me."
Ethan nodded with satisfaction.
As expected.
Excellent people are always drawn to one another.
Professor McGonagall paying so much attention to him must mean she had discovered his brilliant talent!
"And then... it is your turn, Professor Snape."
Ethan slowly turned his head.
The eerie vortex carved into the flesh mask squirmed twice.
He looked toward the sickly-pale Professor Snape.
Snape: "..."
Before he could be subjected to Ethan's mental torture, Snape raised his hands in advance, performing a "French salute."
He took two steps back, signaling his surrender.
He stared intently at Ethan, grinding his back molars.
His expression was so gloomy it looked like water could be wrung from it.
Unexpectedly, Ethan had actually stumbled into a success case by mistake.
Snape shot a vicious glare at Harry.
We will see about this in Potions class.
Ethan: "By the way, Professor Snape, you wouldn't make things difficult for my student in Potions class, would you?"
"You aren't that narrow-minded of a person... right? Right?"
Snape: "..."
If not for the fact that they were in front of all the teachers and students, he really wanted to rush up and tear that detestable face off Ethan!!
"Heh, you worry too much, Professor Norn."
Snape gave a fake smile.
The last few words sounded as if he wanted to eat Ethan's flesh raw.
Snape took a deep breath.
He warned himself not to lower himself to the level of this imposter.
He cast a deep look at Ethan and said hoarsely:
"We shall see..."
It wasn't just about Harry.
The boast you made was that all students would learn wandless magic!
And that is absolutely impossible.
In the thousand years since the school's founding, no class has ever achieved such a feat!
Between the two of them, the atmosphere was unilaterally tense.
In the corner of the Great Hall.
Yaxley, who had come to observe, glanced at Snape.
An obscure light flashed in his eyes.
—Professor Snape actually compromised so quickly?
Ethan blinked.
Was it because of his handsome face?
Oh my, ever since putting on the mask, everyone has been so polite to him.
What a superficial world!
"Well then, since no one has any further objections..."
Ethan spoke cheerfully to the terrified students.
He raised his hand.
Rubbed two fingers together.
Snap.
A crisp finger snap rang out.
The two unharmed gargoyles crunched and clattered as they raised their weapons again.
The hideous stone faces looked down upon the students shivering on the ground, casting an overwhelming shadow.
Behind the mask, Ethan curled his lips high, his robes flapping loudly in the rising dust and wind.
He said with immense pleasure:
"The class... continues."
"Bang!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhh—"
Thrilling screams resonated through the Great Hall.
The sound lingered in the rafters, endless to the ear.
Amidst the chaos and flying dust, a line of ghostly blue subtitles floated before Ethan's eyes:
[You used ample preparation to complete a magnificent Dark Magic class!]
[You left an indelible, beautiful memory for everyone.]
[Soul Fusion increased by 0.2%]
[Current Soul Fusion: 94.0%]
A warm current rose from the depths of Ethan's body.
"Whew..."
Ethan narrowed his eyes, enjoying the slight sublimation of his magic power.
"Just 1% more to hit the 95% threshold. I'm afraid I can only continue to rise after advancing to a 'Long-Lived Species'."
Rising to the final 100%!
"By then, I'll definitely be able to use my art to set off a trend in the world!"
Ethan's eyes twinkled, like a surging deep sea.
"What needs to be done now is to enter Bellatrix's Gringotts vault and retrieve one of Voldemort's Horcruxes—"
"Helga Hufflepuff's Cup."
To furiously charge up the powerful Founding Titan card!
Ethan mused, "First, I need to obtain Bellatrix's wand to pass Gringotts' verification."
He sighed faintly.
"Although there are many inhumane ways to do it, I am a peace-loving person, so I still hope to use normal methods."
Forcing his way in wouldn't be fun~
However, if the goblins didn't cooperate...
What a pity.
He would have to choose the "Nuclear Peace" option.
"It just so happens that the process of obtaining Bellatrix's wand can be handed over to the students for practice."
Righteously seizing the treasures of heinous Death Eaters.
That is very Defense Against the Dark Arts!
Ethan revealed a sunny, cheerful smile.
At the same time, he waved his hand casually.
Bang!
With a light touch, he knocked away a giant axe weighing thousands of pounds!
The resulting massive shockwave caused even the gargoyles to lose their balance and tip backward!
The Students: !!!
They stopped running.
They turned their heads in shock!
So... so strong!!
"No wonder he dares to play like this," Michael stared with wide eyes. "So for him, this really is 'basic training'!"
"Our final exam won't be having to fight him personally, will it? Haha, just kidding—Ah!"
The other students yelled:
"Shut up! You jinx!!"
It's only the first class and it's already this intense...
Later on, will he make them go "explore" a Death Eater's lair?!
"I want to transfer to Beauxbatons to look at the pretty girls—Bang!"
A ruthless stab.
Along with this student, the dream in his heart was poked over.
Someone wailed, voicing everyone's inner thoughts.
After the open class concluded.
The Hospital Wing was brightly lit.
Professor Snape, having finally finished his busy work, slumped on the sofa in his office, eyes closed to rest.
In the silence, there were only a few bird calls from outside the window.
After a long while.
Snape's eyes snapped open!
He shot up from the sofa!
—Wait, is there something wrong with Ethan's head?!
"A perfectly good student, suddenly playing professor..." Snape gritted his teeth.
"I don't know what Dumbledore is thinking! Is he going to make him Headmaster next year?!"
Just then.
Suddenly.
Knock, knock.
There was a knock at the door.
Snape's heart skipped a beat.
Subconsciously, he assumed it was Ethan coming to knock.
Snape first glanced at the window—
The office was in the dungeon.
There were no windows.
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered:
"Heh, am I afraid of a brat..."
He stood up and walked with stiff steps toward the door.
Cautiously leaning against it, he looked through the peephole.
Snape saw an unexpected figure.
He raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.
"It's actually you—?"
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