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

Chapter 464 The light brightness skyrockets! The key figure [Nagini] returns to human form!

It increased by another 0.2%!

Ethan's lips curled into a smile, and he was overjoyed again!

He seemed to see that golden gate to the top, suspended high in the sky.

It's within reach.

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However, simply reaching the final door isn't enough. To pass through, you also need a key.

Ethan murmured to himself.

"According to the clue given by that high-ranking servant, the 'Girl in the Mirror' says: the key to the Gate of the Pinnacle lies hidden in the mind of the most intelligent person."

It's "wisdom" again.

After what just happened, Ethan is almost developing PTSD about the word "wisdom".

I'm afraid that if I lose control, I'll fall into an endless madness of art!

"From Voldemort to all the Ravenclaw geniuses, it seems like it's always the smart ones who get into trouble? Sure enough, a loyal and honest person like me should go to Hufflepuff!"

I. Ravenclaw Benlaus Sand made a clicking sound of admiration.

The bridge will naturally collapse when it reaches the bow of the boat. Although there are no clues about the key yet, since it is related to "wisdom"...

Then Ravenclaws would naturally have no choice but to participate.

A thought flashed through my mind.

The scent of herbs used in brewing potions wafted through the air, and dim lights shone from the darkness.

Ethan opened his eyes and found himself back in the Potions Professor's office.

He woke up.

Professor Slughorn bounced around in front of the crucible like a dancing walrus.

He turned his head sharply!

A bright light suddenly burst forth from his small, bloodshot eyes!

He had just opened his mouth when he said, "Mr. Vincent! The potion—"

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"The healing potion for the Blood Curse Orcs has finally been concocted, hasn't it?"

Ethan continued, smiling as he looked at the excited old professor.

"Yes, yes! We finally succeeded!!"

Professor Slughorn was startled, and then, moved, thought:

Before I could finish speaking, Ethan was certain that I could make it... Sure enough, it was because he trusted me!

Hmm, it seems the system was right.

Ethan nodded.

He stood up, extended his hand to the old professor, and his smile widened: "Thank you for your hard work, Professor Slughorn. I believe that in the future, you will be remembered for eternity in the world of potions, no, in the entire magical world."

Slughorn's face was flushed, and he took a few quick breaths.

It's as if I can already see my own name and my family name being engraved on a monument of glory!

Just as he was lost in thought, Ethan beckoned to him, urging him on.

Slughorn quickly snapped out of his daze, turned around, and carefully drew out the potion with a glass syringe, handing it to Ethan.

It was a tube of rose-pink liquid, reflecting varying shades of color under the light.

It looked as if a nebula had been contained within it, appearing incredibly beautiful and radiating a mysterious and profound magic.

Slughorn: "Just inject this vial of potion into the blood cursed orc's body in one go."

"This process may be painful, but just endure it! It will surely grant the cursed a new life!"

Slughorn nervously rubbed his palms together.

Time was limited, and there were no Blood Curse Orcs for him to experiment with.

But he was convinced that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the vial!

"very good."

Ethan gripped the syringe tightly, his azure eyes gleaming brightly.

"This will be the key to this battle!"

talking.

Ethan raised his hand and waved it, and a very charming standing wardrobe appeared before him.

Slughorn swallowed hard and hesitated, "By the way, Mr. Vincent, I've always had a question... who exactly is this Blood Curse Potion meant to be used on?"

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Because most of the Blood Curse Orcs die violent deaths, and unlike werewolves, they are not contagious.

Therefore, to this day, the bloodline of this curse has been essentially severed.

At least Slughorn himself hadn't heard the name in decades.

So who exactly is Ethan trying to heal?

"Oh, didn't I say that?"

Ethan opened the wardrobe and stepped one foot onto the floor.

Upon hearing this, he turned his head and said casually, "He was Voldemort's subordinate, one of his Horcruxes, Viper Nagini. Now, he's become Death's subordinate."

Slughorn: ? ? ?

Who?

How to heal one of the Horcruxes, Voldemort's/Death's subordinate?

When were you caught—wait, why did you save a villain?!

It's like a skip player who skipped all the story and went straight to the results screen.

With a whoosh.

Professor Slughorn felt dizzy and collapsed into his armchair, utterly exhausted.

Gasping for breath, looking bewildered and confused, he muttered, "Merlin's socks..."

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"Forget about bringing honor to my ancestors, even saving a heinous villain would make my ancestors wish I had two big cunts in my dreams!"

In the midst of conversation.

A wave of grief washed over me.

The poor old professor suddenly looked up and let out a standard wail from the Ethan Victims Association: "Ethan, when you publish your findings, please don't write 'my teacher' on it—!!!"

Following Ethan's lead indeed brought him extraordinary fame.

But don't worry about that for now, let's see what kind of "reputation" this is!

at that time.

Ethan was using his silver-white rapier to enter the soul world of Nagini, who was imprisoned.

I stood before that withered, giant tree, frozen in ice.

After this period of time, the ice has begun to melt.

Nagini's pale, frail face floated in the dark blue ice, revealing the fragility of a delicate flower being trampled upon.

"It looks like a pickled fish."

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Ethan offered a fair assessment.

He raised the syringe in his hand and grinned: "Sleep time is over."

"Now, the moment to witness a miracle has arrived—!"

"Click!"

The ice cracked instantly!

Crystal-clear ice flowers poured out like a torrential rain, revealing the withered body beneath.

As if an invisible barrier had been broken, the once solidified intertwined branches began to decay rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

And that closed-eye face began to sink in rapidly!

"Pfft!"

The needle tip was inserted into it!

The beautiful, magenta liquid, like a burst of sunset, surged into Nagini's body!

It flows into every meridian and every withered branch.

A silk-like luster emerged!

Ugh... Uh...

Nagini, who had previously looked dead, suddenly furrowed his brows and let out a painful groan.

By the end, he was covered in cold sweat and his face was as white as paper.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

The crimson blood mist, like a cocoon, gradually enveloped Nagini's massive body.

From Ethan's perspective, he can see the magical transformation taking place inside!

After a while.

"Pfft!"

The red cocoon suddenly burst open!

Thick, viscous blood gushed out, and like a newborn emerging from an egg, Nagini's pale, normal human form slid out along with it.

"Um... what... what is this...?"

Confused and weak, she raised her head and looked up at the black-haired boy in front of her, his dark eyes as wet as a newborn fawn's.

"Congratulations on your new life, Miss Nagini."

Ethan smiled and reached out his hand to her.

Nagini blinked, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing, and slowly said, "I...I'm not dead...?"

Magic flowed naturally from her body, weaving into a pure white dress.

Even when it fell into the blood, it remained completely unstained.

"What's wrong with me? Am I still human...? I... I've regained my human form?"

Nagini's eyes trembled as she stared in disbelief at her hands and feet.

Looking up, he met Ethan's smiling eyes and immediately understood everything.

Tears welled up in my eyes!