Hogwarts: Starting as a Card Maker from a Failed Art Student

Chapter 456 The Battle of Hogwarts Begins! After this one night, the world of wizarding in Britain is about to change hands!!

"Yes, you can always trust me."

Connie Rozier smiled, her beautiful purple eyes fixed on Minister Scringer, her gaze filled with composure and certainty.

It's hard to imagine.

A year ago, she was a newly appointed, inexperienced recruit.

.very good."

Minister Scringer nodded approvingly, his expression softening slightly.

He certainly doesn't easily trust other people's character.

The Auror before us remains steadfast despite the immense pressure from the current magical world.

Moreover, thanks to his formidable strength, he "survived" mission after mission, without entering St. Mungo's with his colleagues.

It also passed the mind-capturing test, so there's absolutely no problem.

to be frank.

Under normal circumstances, the Ministry of Magic would never hire someone with a tainted family background like Rosier, or at least would never promote her.

They feared that the other party would repeat the same mistakes, uphold family tradition, and once again pledge allegiance to the Dark Lord.

But the situation is urgent now.

It's good enough that someone uses it.

Minister Scrimgeour: "We can't afford to spread our forces out any further. Since even infiltration and sneak attacks are useless, let's concentrate our forces and launch a frontal assault on Hogwarts!"

He clenched his fists, his face revealing a steely resolve and determination.

"Select trustworthy factions and gather all available resources!"

"Take over Hogwarts in one month!!"

He simply refused to believe that Ethan could single-handedly contend with the entire British magical community.

Why not just dominate the market?

Why bother with this whole Hogwarts takeover thing?

"Voldemort would first take control of the wizarding world, and then show humanistic concern for Hogwarts."

Minister Scrinje muttered to himself.

He suddenly realized that he had called "Voldemort" by his name without any restraint.

He was speechless for a moment, his thoughts a jumble of emotions.

With Ethan, the greatest enemy in the history of the wizarding world, Voldemort is practically a nobody.

Minister Scrinzer: "This time, I will also be on-site to direct the operation."

His eyes were piercing, flashing with the sharpness of an eagle.

"Success or failure hinges on this one battle!!"

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..yes."

Connie nodded slowly.

Suddenly, he pursed his lips and asked, "Don't you think what Ethan Vincent said might be true? About Death?"

"Ha, if that nonsense were true, I'd kneel down and beg Ethan for forgiveness!"

Minister Scringer scoffed.

He then frowned, staring suspiciously at Connie: "Why are you asking this?"

Ever since the powerful magical artifacts of the Department of Mysteries were handed over to the Germans, he has become paranoid.

It's said that the German guy has still not been found.

I don't know where Ethan took it.

This valuable intelligence was given to him by Connie Auror.

"It's nothing," Connie said calmly, her attitude unchanged. "I'm just a little worried that something unexpected might happen."

After saying that, she bowed slightly and turned to leave the office.

The door closed.

She glanced at her dark-skinned colleague, Mr. Kingsley, a spy for the Order of the Phoenix, who was standing to the side.

He spoke slowly and meaningfully: "Get ready. A great battle is about to begin."

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Kingsley nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

I wanted to say "May Merlin bless you," but the words wouldn't come out.

Ultimately, it became a soft "May the light of the lamp protect you and me."

In a cave on a certain coastline.

Death, in its guise, resembled a bloated, giant toad, clinging to the damp rock face.

The once pink suit is now covered in mud, looking like a tattered rag, and its original color is completely unrecognizable.

The time is almost here... Heh heh, foolish humans, become my food...

..

She grinned widely.

The thought of soon being able to complete her revenge and hear her enemy's agonizing screams filled her mind.

My whole body trembled uncontrollably, and an unbearable tingling sensation spread through me.

[That useless Nagini hasn't succeeded after all this time! He's probably already been caught by that kid...]

However, she was not flustered; instead, a sense of smug satisfaction rose within her, as if she had anticipated this.

She had long suspected that Ethan Vincent had a fatal weakness—

That is "benevolence".

[Useless humanity—that's the biggest difference between you and a true "god"! Do you want to heal this pitiful beast tormented by demonic blood?]

Hehehe... then let's do it.

The moment you are healed, I will give the order to kill you! Let fate return to its proper course!!

Hehe, hehehehe...

A chilling laugh, like bones gnawing, echoed through the rock face.

She had no doubt that Nagini would obey her.

As the embodiment of death in the human world, it possesses most of the power of death.

To drive a mindless, weak beast is as easy as breathing.

Just one more month... and despair and death will descend upon this land...

This time, there will be no more mistakes... Ah! Praise be to you! Supreme Grim Reaper!!

Germany.

Nurmengard Prison.

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Andrei, the German Auror who once invited Ethan to join the army of saints.

At that moment, he collapsed silently in the corner.

Its body was covered with a layer of white frost.

His eyes were wide open, filled with intense fear and disbelief.

It seems that until the very last moment, he still didn't understand why his most trusted master would point the wand at him.

Rustling.

A shadow cast on the wall slowly rose, as if it hadn't been straightened in a long time, its bones cracking.

"Sigh, even with these old bones, you still come to cause me trouble."

Gellert Grindelwald sighed and muttered helplessly.

He raised Andrei's wand, and his coat, cloak, and scarf wrapped around his aged body.

Outside the iron bars, the cold wind howled.

His long white hair was raised.

"Suddenly someone appeared and said they wanted to introduce me to the current Dark Lord. I was almost scared to death."

This is not an exaggeration.

When the saint heard the name "Ethan Vincent" being shouted excitedly.

Grindelwald's heart skipped a beat.

Dead memories began to attack him, and the greatest Waterloo in his past journey once again flooded his mind like a nightmare.

...also through this person.

Grindelwald only then learned about the current state of the wizarding world.

So, what does it mean that "the magic world is going to be destroyed"?

What does "the lamp shines upon the world" mean, and what does "the father of painting descends to earth" mean?

What's the deal with Death?

"I woke up to find the world's difficulty increased by 1000 times." (Image)

Grindelwald turned his head.

Although aged, his still sharp gaze lingered on a door that stood out starkly in the prison.

Ever since that saint named "Andre" fell out of this door.

It never disappeared again.

It was like an abyss, bewitching people into it.

"...Let me see for myself what kind of glorious era you described back then."

"And while I'm at it, I'll visit some old friends I haven't seen in a long time."

Grindelwald took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and harbored a secret expectation.

They stepped towards the teleportation portal.

"brush!"

The figure blended into the doorway and was swallowed by darkness in the blink of an eye.

Then, as if it had finally completed its mission, the portal disappeared as well.

Silence returned to the cramped prison.

After decades, it has become empty again.

Only the howling wind continued to blow as always, traversing this isolated fortress.

Knockdown Lane, England.

Fenrir, a Death Eater content with his werewolf identity and immersed in killing and curses.

Standing on the wooden crate, it licked its blood-soaked claws with relish.

Its orange-yellow vertical pupils looked down at its restless kin, its fangs bared, and it hissed hoarsely, "Let us hold a blood feast, my people! Let us avenge those traitorous scum!"

"Let death tell them: they can never, ever escape their cursed and filthy fate! Hahaha!"

"Kill them! Skin them alive!"

"Awooo—!"

The Death Eaters reveled, their faces displaying irrational madness and bloodlust.

Under the influence of death, black magic affected their minds like never before.

Fenrir licked his lips with satisfaction and murmured hoarsely:

"Woof woof~ The wolf is coming~!"

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Even under Ethan's protection, the Hogwarts students, who were living in dire straits every day, could feel the difference in atmosphere.

"Is someone finally coming to rescue us?"

Ron stared blankly at the book, "On the Origin and Necessity of the Law of International Secrecy (12 feet long)," and muttered in despair.

Ever since Hermione threw herself headfirst into the training of the Beacon of Light.

No one will copy their homework anymore.

"Take it easy," Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and joked, "Maybe the giant octopus will grab us first."

Done.

Harry turned to look at the wall, his expression becoming serious.

The walls are now covered with intricate patterns.

As if alive, it had unknowingly "grown" almost every wall of Hogwarts.

Upon closer inspection, one will discover that they are composed of individual spells, exuding an incredibly mysterious aura.

"That's quite possible!" Ron chimed in. "Didn't Ethan seal off a lot of classrooms? Fred and George sneaked out to check them out in the middle of the night, and when they came back they said they saw something like a walking octopus?!"

"Merlin! It would be more plausible to just say you were transported to another dimension."

"Sigh, I hope we can get through this semester safely," Harry said sincerely.

However, it is counterproductive.

late at night.

"Eh-!!!"

The high-pitched and piercing wailing, like a sirens blaring, suddenly tore through the silent night like an arrow piercing the sky!

"Holy crap!"

Everyone woke up with a start and jumped out of bed!

They felt as if a cold hand had lifted them from their sleep.

Gryffindor dormitory.

"W-What happened?!"

Harry hurriedly put on his glasses.

What came into view was a line of figures stretching out in the distance, like lights on the other side of the river!

In an instant, Harry realized that a war had begun.

"Blood Mother Hell..." Ron stared at the incessantly crying bird outside the window, his face deathly pale. "What... what should we do?"

Just then.

With a loud bang, the door was pushed open!

Hermione was wrapped in a long robe, and her hair was practically standing on end like a lion!

With an expression of excitement and nervousness on his face, his eyes reflecting the bright lights, he scanned the room and exclaimed excitedly, "What are you all standing around for? Get up and prepare for battle! This is the first step that Hogwarts, the Beacon of Enlightenment, is taking into the world!"

Ron hesitated, "The enemy... is the Ministry of Magic?"

"No," Hermione shook her head, saying firmly, "it's the power of darkness."

It sounds like you've been brainwashed.

At that moment, this sentence popped into everyone's mind.

However, not a single person backed down.

Harry rolled over and sat up as he heard his heart pounding and felt the blood rushing through his veins.

He only then realized it.

I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Ron, Seamus, Dean, and even the most "cowardly" Neville, all started putting on their clothes and picking up their wands without hesitation.

I left the dormitory and joined the torrent rushing out of the corridor.

"Hermione!" Harry called out. "I have something to tell you before there's any time!"

"What?!"

Harry took a deep breath and grinned broadly. "Don't you dare barge into the boys' dorms again! If you're going to barge, go barge into Ethan's bedroom!"

"!! What nonsense are you talking about..."

"Hermione retorted softly, her cheeks flushing red.

I left the common room and ran towards the door.

Along the way, red, yellow, blue, and even green were all mixed together.

Listen carefully.

Upon returning to school, Gemma Farley, a senior Slytherin, surveyed her juniors with haughtiness and said in a deep voice, "Anyone who wants to bring shame upon their family can go hide in the dungeons now."

"Those of you with brains, follow me!"

Malfoy was the first to follow, his eyes gleaming brightly!

He was determined to make sure that his Lord Ethan was the first to see his golden forehead.

In Ravenclaw's team.

Luna waved her wand, releasing a snow-like, silvery-white glow.

With a fair and delicate face, she gazed at the younger students who were crying out of fear and said gently, "Don't be afraid. Follow the light; it will guide you to safety."

"Waaah..."

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The little ones, still in their pajamas, cried until they were covered in tears.

With Luna's comforting words, they held hands and followed the silver light to the Great Hall.

Hufflepuff has the largest population.

The little badgers huddled together, like potato soldiers, closely following their leader, Cedric.

When this torrent obeyed the call, the fish swarmed through the gate.

as predicted.

Their headmaster, Ethan Vincent, was standing in front of them.

"You've arrived."

Ethan turned his head and looked at them with no surprise in his eyes.

It seemed as if he had known all along that his students would stand up and fight alongside him.

After six years of growth, Ethan has transformed from a thin orphan in Spider's End into a tall and handsome young man.

His limbs were long and slender, encased in a well-tailored dark blue suit, with fine gold patterns that reflected a faint glimmer in the moonlight.

He was handsome, with deep and defined features, black curly hair that swayed in the wind, and a pair of azure eyes that revealed a gaze as deep as the ocean.

Just standing there.

The noisy students gradually quieted down without realizing it.

Pairs of eager eyes were fixed intently on their Mr. Lamp!

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"Ladies and gentlemen, I love art."

Oil painting, murals, prints, watercolors, ink paintings... Realism, Abstract art, Hyperrealism...

Conceptual art...

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"Art is a tool for expressing the soul, a channel for conveying all kinds of emotions!"

"And all I want is to bring beauty and light to this world!"

Ethan raised his arms high, as if to praise the sun, his voice echoing in everyone's ears.

The students held their breath and listened intently.

Not a single word was overlooked.

"Right now, there are people, there are beings, who want to defile this art!"

"They are like rats in the gutter, gnawing and nibbling at every sliver of light that seeps in! When peace and beauty are mentioned, they let out a contemptuous laugh!"

"We cannot live in a false peace forever."

"Now is the time to shatter those beautiful dreams and confront this harsh reality!"

With those powerful words, Ethan clenched his fists tightly!

And everyone's hearts seemed to be gripped tightly.

He jumped suddenly.

"So handsome..."

""

A girl murmured, staring intently at Ethan.

No one laughed at her.

Because everyone else is in the same situation.

Ethan looked around, his azure eyes scanning the crowd, taking in the excited and enthusiastic faces.

A young, fearless face.

Take a deep breath, turn your head, and look at the distant, continuous expanse of firelight.

A rare hint of mockery appeared on his usually calm and composed face as he slowly said, "How can these few lone stars possibly withstand the sunrise tomorrow?"

Ethan raised his wand, which transformed into a spear wreathed in dazzling light!

He flipped over and leaped up.

Cerberus roared and leaped to catch Ethan, willingly becoming his mount!

Above their heads, the dead bird, wielding a silver-white staff, let out a majestic shout!

Ethan raised his spear high, pointing it at the endless flames, and roared, "Remember this! After this night, the world of wizarding in England will soon change hands!"

"go ahead!!"