Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

Ethan Adrian: Hello, I am currently unable to respond to your messages. Please leave a message and I will reply later, thank you!

Philemon Adrian: Car, car, my car, return it quickly!

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Nydia Adrian: How are things at school?

Ethan Adrian: Everything is going smoothly.

Nydia Adrian: That's good. What do you need the car for? When your father heard from the servants that a car was missing, he almost took a flight back home overnight.

Ethan Adrian: Preparing to convert it into a car that wizards can use. Flying brooms are not practical.

Nydia Adrian: That broom is indeed not good. There's no safety guarantee. What if you fall? You should have taken a few more. If you fail, you can try again. I've made the decision.

Ethan Adrian: Understood. I'll empty the garage when I go home for Christmas!

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Ethan Adrian: Add another bottle of magic-enhancing potion. Can it be done before Christmas?

Bruno Langman: Yes, there's enough time!

Ethan Adrian: Then purchase the materials and start as soon as possible!

Bruno Langman: Roger!

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After replying to the messages, Ethan put away the address book in his hand. It allows real-time chat with almost no delay in between.

It's already a fairly mature version. It would be even better if it could record images and transmit them later.

This requires getting a two-way mirror and researching it. It was invented by a wizarding family in Italy and patented. Nicolas has researched it, but he didn't teach Ethan about it.

Due to the decline of the family, the technology has become increasingly poor, resulting in too little production. However, they are stubbornly holding onto the patent, leading to almost no production in recent years. What's on the market now are all old goods from decades ago.

Ethan also decided on the name for the address book: Wizardmailbox.

Ethan spent more than a week adding retrieval spells and a few other minor charms to it, finally perfecting it. The name written on the cover is the code name, which cannot be changed once it's set.

To search for others through the cover, you need to enter the name, which is the code name, to establish contact.

If you want to communicate, you need the parchment inside. Both sides must write the other person's code name on their parchment for the communication to succeed.

You can add the number of parchments yourself. Ethan has more than a dozen here, each labeled with the name of the contact.

After completion, Ethan tested it with Cassandra and the others at school, and the results were good.

Then Ethan sent several copies to Nicolas and his wife, and Fleur, who were far away in France.

His parents, as well as Bruno and the three in Knockturn Alley, also received them.

However, is it necessary to register a patent?

Ethan didn't register a patent for Baruffio's Brain Elixir. It's not that complicated. A potions master could easily deduce which raw materials were used.

After repeated experiments, they might be able to obtain the precise formula.

Leaving aside outsiders, Snape must have thoroughly researched it. However, for a potions master, it's not worth tarnishing their reputation for a potion.

They already have their own potions to research or improve. Having one more or one less potion under their name doesn't make much difference.

As for money, they don't lack it even more. No potions master is short of money. For example, Felix Felicis sells for at least ten times the cost of the materials.

It's the incompetent fallen families and overly greedy pure-bloods who want it, but they don't have the technology to analyze it.

Therefore, Baruffio's Brain Elixir is not sold on the market now. Only Ethan and a few others at Hogwarts are making it.

Of course, there's another very important reason: Baruffio's Brain Elixir hasn't been leaked out.

Abroad, especially in some small countries, if they know you haven't applied for a patent, they will definitely rush to apply for it faster than a dog pouncing on dung. As for reputation, they don't need any reputation.

After thinking this through, Ethan decided to apply for the patent anyway, and also get one for Baruffio's Brain Elixir.

With Dumbledore coming forward, Ethan is not afraid of anyone trying to steal the fruits of his labor.

It's not good for Ethan to directly ask Dumbledore for help, but with Nicolas's involvement, it's not a problem.

Dumbledore owes Nicolas a lot of favors. Not to mention the matter of using the Philosopher's Stone to lure Voldemort, Dumbledore consulted Nicolas on many issues when he was in school, and later received Nicolas's help when dealing with Grindelwald.

As for owing Nicolas favors, it doesn't matter. If Nicolas needs help, Ethan will naturally lend a hand.

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"Ethan! Ethan!"

Ethan, who was walking towards the Headmaster's office, suddenly heard a shout from behind and turned his head in confusion...

He immediately saw Ron holding a wooden bucket. He wasn't in good condition right now. His face was pale and his body was weak. He needed Harry to support him to stand. What's wrong with this guy again?

"What happened?"

"Ron was hit by his own spell. Look at him now!"

Ethan looked in the direction Harry was pointing.

Ugh ~ ~

Ron lowered his head, his mouth wide open, and a fat, slimy slug was thrown out of Ron's mouth.

And in this wooden bucket, there were already half a bucket of slugs, which made people's skin crawl.

Ethan couldn't help but take a step back. To be honest, this thing is much scarier than Lockhart's Cornish Pixies.

"When Ron used the spell, it failed, and the wand bounced it back. We went to Hagrid, but he couldn't do anything, saying someone needed to undo the spell. So, we came back to the castle to see who could help."

Seeing Ethan backing away in disgust, Harry had to repeat himself again. Who told him to have such a good friend? He could only endure it.

Initially, Harry wanted to find the twins or Percy. They were older students and might have a solution.

Now that he had encountered Ethan, he naturally wouldn't go far afield. In terms of strength alone, Harry believed Ethan was probably stronger than Percy, the prefect.

This was someone who could use himself as a weapon and shield to fight Voldemort. Would Percy dare to do that?

"Finite Incantatem!"

A red light struck Ron.

More than ten seconds later, Ron spat out another slimy slug.

"Did it fail?"

Harry frowned. If Ethan couldn't solve it, did they have to find a professor?

"No, it worked. The spell is undone, but the slugs that have already grown inside his stomach are still there."

Ethan could feel his spell taking effect. Even without a wand, undoing Ron's magic was a piece of cake.

"Thanks!"

Harry sighed in relief, helping Ron to sit directly on the ground, hugging the bucket to vomit.

"Who did you get into a conflict with this time, to have this spell used on you?"

Honestly, if anyone used this spell on him outside of Hogwarts, Ethan would directly turn them into 3.6 grams of ashes.

Even inside Hogwarts, Ethan would have to use the curse-type dark magic sprout spell he had drawn before, giving him a few shots. Even if the professor could undo it, his curse wouldn't stop, seeing if he would die!

Anyway, he just had to do it secretly. He had the ability to not be discovered unless seen with his own eyes.

"It was Malfoy. Just now, when we were fighting Slytherin for the Quidditch pitch, Ron and Malfoy had a conflict. He said he would have his father and other pure-blood families go to the Ministry of Magic to make sure Mr. Weasley was fired and that Ron and I were expelled from Hogwarts, so Ron made a move."

Although Ethan had delayed him for a year, Harry still successfully joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

And didn't Ron get a new wand?

Why was there still a problem!

Last year, he earned a little from Peter Pettigrew at Ethan's place, and he earned a little more from being a potion guinea pig at the twins' place. So, at the beginning of this semester, Ron was using a new wand. There shouldn't be any problems with the wand breaking or backfiring.

Now there was still a problem, it could only be said that this was his destiny.

"The problem is solved, I'll go first, I have something else to do!"

Ethan said goodbye and slipped away, not interested in watching Ron vomit slugs here.

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Chapter 98: Little Cotton-padded Jacket Confronts Biological Father

"Cream Scones!"

The stone statue didn't react!

"Lemon Sherbet!"

Is it really okay to change the password so frequently?

"Honeydukes!"

"Licorice Wands!"

"Fudge!"

"Pear Drops!"

"Caramel Pudding!"

"Chocolate Frog!"

… …

"Cockroach Clusters!"

As soon as the words fell, the stone statue in front immediately split in half, revealing a spiral staircase.

He actually guessed right. Who told Dumbledore to have this hobby? At worst, he would just say all the desserts.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response!

Ethan didn't want to wait any longer, so he simply opened the headmaster's office door. Sure enough, Dumbledore wasn't inside.

Could he take this opportunity to copy some books and leave?

This was half a wall of books, and they were all books that Dumbledore had selected from the restricted area, believing they were not suitable for young wizards to learn.

Only these books were the true treasures of the Hogwarts library.

However, feeling the vague gaze lingering on him, he decided to forget about this idea.

Is that a Pensieve on the table?

Even Nicolas didn't have this thing. He wanted it!

How great it would be if he could pack up the headmaster's office and take it away.

"Boy, who allowed you to break into the headmaster's office without permission?"

A sharp voice came from the wall full of portraits.

Ethan turned his head. The portrait of the old man wearing a silver-green robe and sporting a goatee suddenly came to life, drilling out of the painting and into the real world.

When Ethan came before, these paintings were all motionless. Why weren't they pretending today?

"Headmaster Black, I remember Hogwarts doesn't have a rule that students are not allowed to come to the headmaster's office, does it?"

His name was on the painting, Phineas Nigellus Black. Hogwarts' history had records of him, known as the most unpopular headmaster in history.

"Coming to the headmaster's office without the headmaster's permission, if I were in charge, you would have been expelled."

Phineas shook his head, looking quite disappointed with the young people of today.

"Expelling students according to your own rules and preferences, so you are the most unpopular headmaster in history, aren't you?"

"Well said, little Ravenclaw wizard!"

"That's right, still so talkative after death, no wonder you're not liked!"

The headmaster portraits, which had been motionless just now, all came to life, mocking the somewhat exasperated Phineas.

It seemed that this Headmaster Black was also unpopular among this group of portraits.

Now Phineas couldn't stand it anymore. With a turn, he rushed into the portrait and disappeared, leaving only a blank frame.

Did he run back to the reclusive Black ancestral home?