"What do you think of my Ginny?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"I need to work hard too. It's... it's just a change of title, isn't it!"
Hermione murmured to herself, clenching her small fists tight. A blush flew across her cheeks.
Harry & Ron: In a friendship of four, it feels like the two of us are just crowding the space.
Sigh~
On the other side, Mr. Weasley was completely dumbfounded.
He began a difficult mental exercise of "big fish eats little fish":
It is known that they couldn't handle a group of crazed Dark Wizards. Dark Wizards are afraid of the werewolf pack, the overlords of Knockturn Alley. The werewolf pack calls Ethan "Master"...
Then Ethan...
Mr. Weasley let out a relaxed laugh. "What do you know! After all that, it turns out Ethan is the master of the entire Knockturn Alley!"
And they were just the bottom-feeders of Knockturn Alley, weren't they?
Everything was clear now!
"..."
Mr. Weasley let out a wailing cry!
He felt that a tragic, thick barrier had already formed between him and the black-haired youth before him!
"I really am a fool, truly!"
Those descriptions of Ethan in the newspapers weren't fantasy films after all.
They were documentaries!!
A dangerous and powerful werewolf pack, the gradual domination of Knockturn Alley and the dark side of the wizarding world...
Mr. Weasley didn't dare to think any further.
He had a faint feeling.
That Ethan's actual goals were completely different from theirs.
These werewolves were members who had been called upon by Lupin to join the Enlightenment Society.
Although they hadn't yet received the potion to remove the curse, simply suppressing the transformation on the night of the full moon was already considered a "miracle"!
The werewolves all looked toward Ethan.
Their eyes were wet with emotion.
In a trance, it seemed as if these ferocious wolves had turned into large, eager dogs.
"Master Vincent, it was you who suppressed our werewolf curse, it was you who gave us the hope to live...!"
Their tone was strange, their voices slurred.
As if they hadn't spoken in a long time:
"We intended to stay in the shadows, silently working for you..."
"But seeing your companions seemingly in trouble, we ran out... We apologize for letting you see our ugly appearance."
As they spoke, the werewolves lowered their heads in shame.
They wanted to hide their hideous, beast-like faces.
But in the next second, their hands were grasped by Ethan.
"I will never despise my compatriots."
A clear, resonant, and powerful voice rang out.
The werewolves looked up in a daze, crashing into a gaze that was as warm as a spring breeze, yet firm.
At this moment, Ethan's eyes were burning bright.
He looked like the sun itself, seemingly radiating a golden brilliance!
Speaking each word clearly, he said in a deep voice:
"You will be healed. I promise."
A short sentence.
Yet it struck the hearts of the werewolves like a heavy hammer!
It shook their spirits, leaving them stunned and speechless!
One had to understand that in the past, what they heard most often was "You are beyond saving."
Cure, hope, and such things seemed to vanish the moment they were bitten by a werewolf and infected with the curse.
"Ah... Ah..."
The lead werewolf spoke, trembling.
A reverence from the depths of his heart rose from every strand of his fur.
"You are the first person to guarantee us that you 'can cure us'!"
"Benevolent Master!!"
[You are like a lamp, giving hope to these creatures in the darkness.]
[Soul Fusion increased by 0.1%]
[Current Soul Fusion: 93.8%]
Although the Soul Fusion gained this time was small, the future held promise.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
He just had to wait for this tiny spark to burn into a raging fire that would shock the entire wizarding world in the days to come!
A moment later.
The werewolves wiped the corners of their eyes.
Soon, they reverted to their original fierce appearance.
They said hoarsely:
"Master, those Dark Wizards from earlier—do you need us to ensure they never speak again?"
"We could dismantle a few arms and legs."
Hearing this, Mr. Weasley was absolutely terrified.
Ethan shook his head. "No need. Knockturn Alley has its own way of living; we don't need to interfere too much..."
"Just teach them a simple lesson."
"Understood, Master."
As they spoke, the werewolves grinned high, excited and bloodthirsty, baring mouthfuls of fangs.
It was unclear exactly what they "understood."
Werewolf: "By the way, Master. Diagon Alley seems a bit strange recently."
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Elaborate."
The werewolves thought for a moment, slowly organizing their words:
"We can't quite explain it, it's just a feeling... There's a constant restlessness in our hearts. As if we are constantly accompanied by danger."
"But we searched the entire Knockturn Alley and didn't find anything unusual."
Restlessness... the feeling of constantly being accompanied by danger?
———Could it be that Fate is exerting its force?
Ethan's eyes brightened slightly.
He grinned broadly, patted the werewolf's rock-solid shoulder, and praised:
"You did a great job! This intelligence is very useful to me."
"Is... is it?"
The werewolves were both pleasantly surprised and confused.
After all, even they couldn't say what use this intelligence had.
But if the Master was happy, they were happy!
Werewolves: "We will continue to monitor closely for you, Master! At the first sign of trouble, we will tell Mr. Lupin immediately!"
Ethan nodded. "I'm counting on you."
Ethan's gaze darkened as he silently recited in his heart:
Fate, you should know.
You aren't just dealing with me alone.
But the entire wizarding world.
Leaving Knockturn Alley.
On the return journey.
Mr. Weasley kept repeating the process of "take a deep breath, about to speak," then "deflate and shut mouth."
Until Ethan said gently:
"If you're not using your mouth, I can sew it up for you, you know~ Friendship price, twelve percent off."
Spit it out.
Mr. Weasley shuddered all over.
Meeting Ethan's expectant gaze, he coughed twice and said embarrassedly:
"Ethan, what do you think of our Ginny?"
Ethan: ?
Hermione: ??
Ron: ???
Harry: Uhhhh...
Amidst several burning gazes, Ethan deliberated for a moment.
He answered seriously:
"A decent carbon-based lifeform. Her skeletal and muscular structure are healthy. Evaluation grade: Excellent."
Mr. Weasley: "..."
Are you some kind of Terminator?!
"Cough, well anyway."
Mr. Weasley pressed down his foolish son who was shouting non-stop.
Pretending not to see Hermione's accusing glare, he continued:
"You and Ginny are only a year apart, and that child Ginny quite admires you. Although you two aren't in the same House, my wife has always liked smart Ravenclaw students. Ginny's temper is a bit stubborn, but———Hey, hey, hey, Ethan?! Where are you going?!"
Ethan: Farewell.
Luna has cooked dinner and is waiting for me.
They watched as Ethan seemed to fall into an inter-dimensional space on flat ground.
He abruptly dropped out of sight.
Leaving only a pitch-black door frame in his place that vanished in an instant.
———Portals are quite useful things!
"Phew!"
Hermione let out a heavy sigh of relief.
She glared at Mr. Weasley with dissatisfaction, huffed, and walked quickly ahead on her own, her shoes clicking against the ground.
As for the foolish son Ron, he was still yelling, "Ginny? Tell her to keep dreaming! What year is she even in!"
"..."
Mr. Weasley stood dazed for a moment.
After a long while, he shook his head with a helpless laugh.
A look of solemnity surfaced in his eyes as he muttered almost inaudibly:
"If I could use even an emotion like 'familial love' to bind this immeasurable boy, that would be acceptable..."
Unfortunately, if Ethan were so easily influenced by others, he wouldn't be able to achieve such fantastical feats as the werewolf cure potion.
Mr. Weasley turned his head, his tone becoming cheerful again:
"Alright, children! Time to go home for dinner!"
"Although you don't need to be as studious as a Ravenclaw, for the sake of your precarious grades, you should put more thought into your studies for the remaining time!"
"Especially Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
"I have a premonition that you will be welcoming an incredible new professor!"
Ron rolled his eyes:
"Oh———come off it! If the new professor has any real skill, I'll do a handstand and eat ** right here!"
Amidst bursts of laughter and chatter.
The last rays of the setting sun disappeared into the horizon.
The bright moon and stars lit up.
It was now the time of night.
Several weeks later.
The eve of the start of term.
"It's done!"
Ethan panted slightly, his hands and face splattered with a bizarre, unidentified red liquid.
Excited and delighted, he held up an even more bizarre "face skin."
[Name: "Son of Man"]
[Type: Carved Art Piece]
[Rank: Tier 3 · Rare Blue]
[Effect: When covered over the face, it can transform into a visage indistinguishable from real skin. No magic can detect it; even Fate cannot discover your true identity for a certain period of time.]
[Evaluation: Although the appearance is somewhat unflattering... this fits your aesthetic perfectly, doesn't it?]
[A moment of silence for the people who will have to face this face for an entire school year.]
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