Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

“You…”

Cassandra looked at Ethan with a face full of shame and indignation, really wanting to punch him more and more.

No wonder she often saw Ethan with Ravenclaw's older female students and Hermione; it turned out he was a 1sp.

How come she didn't notice it before!

“Also, the inventor of this magic is your Head of House!”

Although your Head of House was also made quite miserable by this magic.

“No matter who invented it, it shouldn't be used on me!”

Cassandra shouted with a red face.

“Definitely next time!”

This so-called duel was fought, and he didn't have to go to the Forbidden Forest today.

He happened to have time to look at the notebook Quirrell gave him. He only flipped through it casually on the way this morning, and now he had time to study it carefully to see if there were any functional spells.

After asking for a room to practice spells, Ethan led Cassandra into it.

“This is where you usually practice spells?”

After Cassandra carefully looked around, she turned to Ethan and asked.

“That's right!”

“Can I come?”

“It costs money!”

Practicing Levitation Charms, Lumos Charms, and Severing Charms in the dormitory was okay, but if she practiced Weather Charms, the entire dormitory would be destroyed.

Now that she saw Ethan had such a place to practice magic, she naturally wanted to join in.

Moreover, the reason why Ethan was improving so quickly must be because he spent a lot of time here. If she continued to stay in the dormitory, the gap would only widen.

Maintaining it was fine even if she had to spend money. She still had a lot of pocket money, and even if it wasn't enough, she could ask for it at home. The Voray family would be hers sooner or later, so it wouldn't be a problem to misappropriate a little in advance.

“This belongs to the school. You can come anytime, as long as you don't turn it into a public place.”

“Okay, I understand!”

Cassandra naturally wouldn't publicize it. If there were too many people, it wouldn't be so convenient.

Next, Cassandra practiced Weather Charms on the side, and Ethan looked at the notebook Quirrell gave him in the休息区.

Fear Charm, Siphoning Charm—a total of ten Dark Arts were recorded, and these two were what Ethan was more interested in.

The Fear Charm, as its name suggests, could evoke the deepest, most terrifying memories in the opponent's heart. It could be considered a prank spell, but if used well, it might have miraculous effects.

The Siphoning Charm forcibly extracted the opponent's magic power. Of course, this served to replenish one's own magic power or deplete the opponent's magic power.

It wasn't some awesome thing like the Northern Darkness Divine Art, but after a great battle, this method could be used to quickly replenish magic power, which could also be considered an unexpected gain.

The only drawback was that although Ethan almost learned it after reading it once, it was not easy to practice.

The practice of these two spells required a target, and a living one at that, and the latter required magic power.

Besides Cassandra, only the Swooping Evil and the Foe Eater on his body were present, and it could be said that using either of them was inappropriate.

Remembering Scabbers on the first day.

He decided that he would go to Ron tomorrow to rent Scabbers.

The last time he returned Scabbers to Ron, Ethan had already used the Swooping Evil's venom to erase his memory.

He would probably need to use him a lot in the future, but he just didn't know if Scabbers would develop antibodies after taking the Swooping Evil's venom multiple times.

Putting away the notebook, Ethan once again applied to the Room of Requirement for tools to practice spells, this time for live targets.

A blue light flashed, and three giants appeared next to the target. Their skin was iron-blue, their eyes were dull, and they held huge steel mallets in their hands. It was obvious that they were not living things, but it was fine as long as they could move.

He didn't know if they were magical creature experimental products that the Room of Requirement itself had, or if the Room of Requirement had produced them according to Ethan's requirements.

“Pack of Wolves Lusting for Blood!”

As a dark glimmer flashed from the tip of Ethan's wand, the shadows beside him began to squirm, as if something inside was trying to break free.

Suddenly, a black wolf with a shoulder height of over three meters, a dark body, and blood-red eyes sprang out of the shadows.

Then the second, the third—after three in a row, Ethan's shadow returned to calm.

The moment the three black wolves sprang out, they rushed into the high sky and flew towards the three giants in the air.

In an instant, six behemoths were entangled together. The black wolves locked onto the giants' throats, and their claws gripped tightly onto the giants' bellies and backs.

The giants were unwilling to be outdone, and their huge iron mallets hammered on the wolves' waists, while the other hand grabbed the black wolves' necks and pulled them outward.

The two sides were truly unable to do anything to each other. The black wolves could break the defense, but they couldn't tear apart these special giants.

The skin of these giants was more resilient than that of ordinary giants, and their blood was green and corrosive, corroding the ground with sizzling sounds, although it didn't have much effect on the black wolves.

And the giants couldn't break up the black wolves. The black wolves were products of magic power. Although they could transform between reality and illusion, after physical attacks on their magic-constructed bodies, even if they were solid, they could return to their original state, only consuming some magic power.

If they were to become illusory, the mallet in the giant's hand would pass directly through them.

“Ethan, what is this magic?”

Cassandra, who was studying Weather Charms on the side, was directly dumbfounded. If just one of these giant wolves had appeared, she would have been killed instantly.

Was that to say that Ethan had been holding back just now?

“Pack of Wolves. A Dark Art I created myself. Not bad, right!”

What the system gives is mine, so there's nothing wrong with saying that!

“Can… can you teach me?”

“It costs money, or any magic you want.”

Cassandra asked somewhat embarrassedly. Born into a pure-blood family, she knew the importance of magical knowledge.

Unique spells, alchemical knowledge, and potion knowledge – these are the things that can support a family.

The most famous is the Ollivander family, which has stood for thousands of years relying on its wand-making skills.

“Teaching you is no problem, but does your family have fire-based protection spells, Gubraithian Fire, or Fiendfyre?”

These are all famous fire spells, and with Ethan's affinity for fire, learning them would definitely be twice as effective with half the effort.

Fire-based protection spells are Grindelwald's signature.

Gubraithian Fire was used by Dumbledore to light a torch that never went out and was given to the giants.

Fiendfyre, a spell that instantly killed Inferi in the cave, was also only used by Dumbledore.

The Voray family is a family with a long heritage, so they might have them.

“I'll have to write to my dad to ask. I'll do my best to get them for you.”

Cassandra's confidence was a little lacking. She hadn't even heard of these three spells, so they must be extremely rare. She really wasn't sure if her family had them.

Who exactly is the pure-blood wizard, and who is the Muggle wizard!

Ethan actually knows so much more than me.

“Alright!”

“The prerequisite for the 'Wolf Pack' spell is learning 'Serpensortia', which is a modification of it.”

As he spoke, Ethan waved the wand in his hand, and a jet-black giant serpent, over fifty feet long and as thick as a bucket, appeared in the open space in front of him.

Although this was directly rewarded by the system, the principles behind it were all in Ethan's mind, so he naturally knew how to learn it.

“I know this!”

“Serpensortia!”

A black snake that was extremely miniature compared to Ethan appeared.

“Barely passable. Then I'll teach you the next step.”

You only need to know Serpensortia; you don't need to master it. It's like leveling up a skill – you have to unlock it before you can level up the next one.

[Thank you, Boss, for the monthly ticket from beginning to end! Thank you, Boss!]

Chapter 57: Alchemy and Ancient Runes

Time quickly came to December.

Saturday, just after eight o'clock!

“Ethan, wake up! It's snowing!”

Early in the morning, Terry was shouting in the dormitory and opened the window.

This was the top floor of the tower, and the large gusts of cold wind mixed with snowflakes instantly woke Ethan up.

“It's just snowing. Is there any need to be so surprised?”

Ethan yawned and sat up, looking at his roommate speechlessly.

In the middle of winter, nothing beats a warm bed, especially since there were no classes today.

“This is our first snow since coming to Hogwarts. Look down there; people are already having a snowball fight.”

Terry looked quite excited. To be honest, Ethan felt that he might be suitable for Gryffindor.

Which Ravenclaw wouldn't want to study and instead choose to have a snowball fight?

“That's right. You can't sleep on a day like this. Maybe there are upperclassmen waiting for you downstairs to build a snowman together!”

Jean on the side also strongly agreed with Terry's idea.

For the sake of the upperclassmen, Ethan didn't insist anymore. After getting dressed, he went out of the dormitory with the others.

After eating breakfast, when they came outside Hogwarts, there were already many people here.

There were lions, badgers, and snakes made of snow on the open space, but there was no trace of an eagle.

Well, without magical assistance, it should be impossible to build an eagle.

“Ethan, let's build a snowman together!” On an open space by the Black Lake, Cho Chang saw Ethan from afar and shouted loudly.

Ethan looked over in the direction of the voice. There were four girls, all upperclassmen. Besides Cho Chang and Penelope, there were also Cho Chang's roommate and best friend, Marietta Edgecombe, and Penelope's roommate, Enid Hansen.

Ethan had some impression of Marietta. She was the one who betrayed Harry, but it was understandable. Under the pressure of the pink toad, it was difficult for a student to resist.

Moreover, that toad had considerable power in the Ministry of Magic and had the Minister's support. If they offended them, they wouldn't be able to live a good life.

“We won't disturb you. Michael, let's go have a snowball fight!”

Seeing this, Terry grabbed Michael and ran towards the most frantic area where there were the most people, where a snowball fight was taking place with the houses as factions.

“Have fun!”

Seeing Ethan approach, Enid Hansen patted Penelope's shapely butt and left with Marietta.

After being roommates for so long, who doesn't know who!

But in her opinion, Ethan was constantly involved with too many girls, which wasn't a good choice.

However, if Penelope herself was willing, others couldn't interfere.

Then the three of them built a snowman and took ice blocks from the Black Lake to make ice sculptures.

It wasn't until their hands were frozen red that they prepared to retreat. After all, the warming charm couldn't keep you warm when you were directly touching ice and snow.

Crack!

A loud noise came from the surface of the Black Lake. A large crack appeared in the ice near the center of the Black Lake, and the group of young wizards on the ice hurriedly ran away.

A huge tentacle broke through the ice and stretched out, followed by the second and third, until the entire octopus crawled out.

It was unknown if it wanted to come out and bask in the sun.

“Prefect, there's a fight over there!”

A Ravenclaw student ran breathlessly to Ethan and the others and reported to Penelope.

“Who's fighting?”

“People from all four houses are fighting. It's already a complete mess!”