Ethan Jones didn't know Voldemort's purpose in giving him a stack of valuable magical materials, but he still put the materials into his bag.
By the time he arrived at the Great Hall, the mealtime was almost over, and there wasn't much food left on the table. He managed to eat a few bites.
While studying in the library, he wanted to take out his materials several times to see what they were about, but after looking at Hermione beside him, he eventually gave up the idea and obediently looked at the library's collection.
When he left the library, he excused himself by saying he was a little tired that day and had an Astronomy class that evening, thus skipping the library session after the Transfiguration class.
After finally finishing his Transfiguration class, he was like a wild horse, the first to run out of the Transfiguration classroom and rush towards the dungeons.
He counted the stack of parchment, twenty sheets in total. Ten of them contained magical theories, and the remaining ten contained five spells, including the one he had already learned, "Confringo" (Blazing Flame).
He glanced at the magic theory briefly, then focused on the blazing flames, which he already knew something about.
After chasing away Malfoy, who was curious about what he was looking at, Ethan Jones put away the other papers and kept only the two pages explaining the spell.
"The Confringo is a Dark Magic spell that can unleash orange flames. For ordinary people, it is a profound magic that cannot be easily learned..." The opening is straightforward and doesn't mince words.
He continued reading and found the following content to be extremely interesting.
This is a page and a half long, filled with a very detailed explanation of the spell.
It not only introduces what mindset to have when starting out, how to get started, how to determine the accent, how to wave the wand, and other precautions for beginners, but also lists many common mistakes that beginners make.
The latter half of the manuscript contains the author's own insights and experiences, as well as actions that could be simplified or changed.
Especially at the end, there are some tips on how to enhance the power after release.
This was knowledge he had never known before.
Ethan Jones watched with rapt attention, frequently expressing his admiration.
After reading it once, he still wasn't satisfied, so he read it three or four more times, reviewing all the problems in his spellcasting.
He was itching to try it out and see what kind of destructive effect the raging flames produced using this method could achieve.
He noticed the strange looks his roommates were giving him, coughed lightly, and put the two pieces of paper into his bag.
After thinking about it, he felt a little uneasy leaving the remaining few in the dormitory, so he brought them along as well.
It was almost dinnertime, so he decided to not eat and planned to cook something special for himself in the kitchen that evening.
He walked out of the castle against the flow of people, abandoning the Black Lake, his usual practice spot, and headed towards the Quidditch pitch.
There are no matches yet, and the Quidditch teams from each House aren't training as intensely, so the Quidditch pitch isn't being used much right now. Plus, it's lunchtime, and there's practically no one around the pitch.
After choosing a location, he first looked around to make sure no one was there before confidently casting his magic, which wasn't very popular at the school.
"Confringo!" An orange fireball erupted from the tip of the wand, crashing to the ground and creating a crater the size of a basketball.
Ethan Jones was very satisfied with his improvement: "It really worked! Voldemort is indeed the Dark Lord; he's got a real knack for the dark side!"
After reading the detailed explanation, he felt that there was still room for improvement in his first attempt at casting the spell: "My casting movements were not quite standard, and the syllables were a little dragged out. I'll try again."
"Boom!" "Boom!" The sound of fireballs exploding on the ground rang out continuously, leaving behind craters.
He cast more and more spells, and their power grew stronger and stronger; he became addicted to it.
The sky had completely darkened, and apart from the light of his flames, there was not a single ray of light in the entire area.
Ethan Jones, caught up in the joy of progress, completely forgot about time.
"Oh dear, it's already so dark." It wasn't until he came to his senses that he remembered he had an Astronomy class that evening.
"Oh no! I'm not going to be late for school for the first time because of Astronomy, am I?" He took off running and headed towards the Astronomy Tower.
When he arrived at the Astronomy Tower, panting, the bell rang just in time for class. Good news: he wasn't late; he just barely made it into the classroom.
But when everyone else took out their binoculars to observe the starry sky, he realized that he hadn't brought a telescope with him when he went out.
He never expected to become so engrossed in his practice that he didn't even have time to go back to his dorm to get his binoculars.
He could only watch others gaze at the starry sky, while he watched others.
In the end, Professor Sinistra couldn't stand it anymore and found him a spare old telescope so that the class could be finished.
He thanked the professor profusely and returned the cleaned telescope to her, then left the Astronomy Tower with the Slytherins.
As Draco came downstairs, he asked, "Where have you been? You almost missed Astronomy class?"
Ethan Jones casually replied, "I've been practicing spells. You know I'm a kid who grew up in a Muggle community. I'm naturally weak. If I don't work hard, how can I keep up with you Pure-blood and Half-blood princes and princesses?"
Draco rolled his eyes. He believed the first part of the sentence. His roommate often practiced various spells by himself. He had even bumped into him by the Black Lake once. It wasn't surprising.
Draco dismissed the second half of his statement as nonsense. What do you mean kids raised in Muggle communities are inherently weak? With such powerful bloodline talents, how can they be weak?
However, the reactions of the other Slytherins were somewhat impolite.
They heard Ethan Jones's words too, and at first they laughed and thought his joke was great—how could there be a Muggle-born wizard in Slytherin?
But after seeing that Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe did not react, they realized that Ethan Jones might be telling the truth.
So they began to whisper among themselves and kept giving Ethan Jones strange looks.
Even some of the girls in the class who had initially drooled over his good looks began to waver.
Ethan Jones couldn't understand what these Slytherins were thinking: "Do Slytherins really value bloodlines that much? Their faces changed the moment they heard I grew up in the Muggle community?"
Draco gave him a look that said, "You just realized that?" He continued, "You should say less of that kind of thing in the future. Every Slytherin values bloodline honor very much."
Ethan Jones was annoyed: "Tch, so what if he really is a Muggle-born wizard?"
He glared at the classmates whispering behind him, the red light in his eyes standing out conspicuously in the somewhat dim stairwell.
The Slytherins were frightened by this strange phenomenon. They immediately fell silent and followed him back to their dormitory.
When they arrived at the common room and the boys and girls separated, Draco deliberately lagged behind a few steps, blocking the people behind him.
"I'm warning you, don't go around spreading rumors. Jones isn't a Muggle-born wizard, he was just adopted by a Muggle. Don't spread any false information, or he might get angry."
After saying that, Draco led two bodyguards into the dormitory, leaving the group of people looking at each other in bewilderment.