Hogwarts: This wizard wants to improve too much

Due to a teaching accident in the Charms class, the afternoon flying class was cancelled.

Although Seamus's Flash Charm had almost worn off, some young wizards still felt that everything they saw was blurry, so it was naturally not suitable for flying class.

This also gave the first-year wizards a break this afternoon.

After lunch, Ethan came to the Gryffindor table, greeted the twins, and sat down next to Hermione.

"Why are you here instead of going to your senior schoolmate?"

Swallowing the food in her mouth, Hermione glanced at Ethan and said unhappily

"Why should I go to see my senior?"

Ethan was a little confused. What was Hermione talking about?

"Aren’t you having dinner with your senior these past two days?"

"And they were still talking and laughing!"

Hermione realized that she seemed to have said something wrong, but she could only continue like this.

"I am from Ravenclaw College. Is there anything wrong with eating with Ravenclaw students?"

Ethan immediately retorted. It doesn't matter in front of his roommate, but his image in the little witch's heart cannot be ruined.

"No, no problem!"

Hermione was a little lacking in confidence. She wanted to refute but didn't know what to say.

"Then why did you make me cry when we first met, and made me lose face?"

Thinking of this, Hermione felt unhappy. She was talking and laughing happily with her senior, but when it came to her, she made herself cry.

"I want to tell you that there are always people who are better than you. You can’t be too proud. After that, did you study harder and become better?"

Ethan lectured her with a look of"I am doing this for your own good."

"That's right." Hermione thought about it and it was indeed true, but she quickly asked,"Then why did you call me big front teeth?"

Big front teeth were a pain in her life. As the daughter of a dentist, she cared a lot about her teeth, but her front teeth were bigger than those of ordinary people, which made her very reluctant to be mentioned.

"Just tell me whether your front teeth are big or not!"

"I say this so that you will remember me, do you remember?"

"Is it true that you can't forget it after seeing it once?"

After a while of questions, Hermione fell into deep thought, laughing from time to time.

Ethan had already started talking to Harry and Ron, mainly Ron

"Ethan, don't you know?"

"Banban is my family"

"This is a three-day trip, you have to think carefully"

"The first wand is seven Galleons, and an owl is twenty Galleons. Don't you want it?"

Ethan, who knew Ron's weakness, continued to tempt Ron.

The Weasley family had too many children and basically no pocket money. The first few older children and the only daughter Ginny were okay, with new wands, books, and wizard robes, but as the youngest son, Ron had everything old. Do you think he didn't desire these?

"Banban has lived in my house for ten years and now sleeps in the same bed with me. I regard him as my younger brother."

"Do you still care about these?"

"I've already said that I won't cause any harm to Banban. I'll give you back what you've given me. This is like picking up Silver Sickle for free!"

Ethan had an expression of disbelief, as if he had misjudged Ron.

"Ethan, you misunderstood, Banban is my younger brother!"

"Get the price!"

Ron looked at Ethan with a look of great pain.

Finally, the deal was reached, and Ethan successfully rented Scabbers at the price of two gold galleons a week, which was thirty-four Sikkim a week.

Ron was very satisfied with this. Two gold galleons, he was eleven years old this year, and he couldn't save up two gold galleons even if he lived frugally.

As soon as the deal was reached, Ron went to Gryffindor's dormitory in person to catch Scabbers back and handed him to Ethan, fearing that Ethan would regret it.

The rats were in the shop in Diagon Alley, and one gold galleon could hold a cage. This was not a magical animal, but was only used for experiments or as live food.

Only Hogwarts didn't sell it, so he got a bargain.

"That's it, Banban will return it to you next week!"

Ethan carried Peter Pettigrew in a cage, said hello to a few people, and prepared to retreat.

"Ethan, be careful. Although I don't know what experiment you are going to use Scabbers for, it has lived for ten years and is very old. Don't torture it too hard."

Ron reminded him before leaving.

Ron cares a lot about Scabbers, which is his own thing, but it was just given to him by Percy, and the two sides don't have much affection at all.

What is this little bit of affection compared to two gold galleons?

If he can add a little more, let alone Scabbers, he can even do experiments on it himself.

On the other side, Ethan carried Scabbers directly to the eighth floor and entered the Room of Requirement.

The moment he entered the Room of Requirement, Scabbers struggled frantically in the cage. He already knew where this place was, and there would definitely be no good things coming.

When Ron handed him to Ethan, he felt something was wrong, but as a mouse, what else could he do besides running and biting?

The ending was doomed the moment he was put into the cage.

After pouring Scabbers out of the cage, Ethan casually cast a magic

""Crucio!"

Although there are other magics that can remove the Animagus form, none of them is as convenient and quick as the Cruciatus Curse.

The mouse, which was originally quite energetic and looking for an escape route, suddenly fell down, rolling on the ground and wailing.

It never thought that a first-year wizard would know the Unforgivable Curse and dare to use it openly, and was so cruel as to use it on a little mouse. Is it because

I can't keep up with the times? Are young wizards so powerful these days?

"You're pretty patient!"

Ethan sneered, and then threw another Cruciatus Curse.

This time, the mouse was foaming at the mouth, but the effect was also taking effect. The severe pain almost made him faint, and he could no longer maintain his Animagus form.

The mouse's body began to twist, and eventually turned into a short, fat, and bald middle-aged man with small eyes, some gray hair, a pointed nose, and dirty clothes. He really looked like a fat mouse that had turned into a spirit.

But his condition at the moment was not very good. He lay on the ground half dead, struggling for a long time but couldn't get up.