Good news?
The students subconsciously wore uneasy expressions.
In the dead silence.
Ethan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled brightly and cheerfully:
"After much discussion, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts practical activity is—personally going to the battlefield to kill goblins!"
"Pfft!"
In the teachers' seats, someone spat out their tea.
Staring blankly at Ethan behind the podium.
He chuckled, "April Fool's Day came really early this year... didn't it?"
Responding to him was silence.
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It's... it's an April Fool's joke, right??!
Ethan surveyed the young faces.
On the students' faces, he saw eagerness, excitement, and exhilaration!
"I understand!"
Ethan slammed his hand on the podium.
Like a gavel, it made everyone jump!
Fiery sparks erupted from his usually calm cobalt blue eyes.
His voice, clear as a mountain spring, was now imbued with the scorching heat of magma!
He declared loudly to the crowd:
"I know how astonishing this good news truly is! Don't worry, don't doubt it."
"It's real!"
"This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class will adopt an unprecedented teaching method—personally participating in a war!"
Why don't you guess why this has never been done before???
"Bloody hell!"
Ron's eyes widened, his face pale.
He shrieked:
"War? At most, I've thrown gnomes and pixies! You want me to kill goblins?!"
"Do you want me to die legally and compliantly?!"
And where are the goblins coming from?
Attacking Gringotts??
Headmaster Dumbledore, aren't you going to rein in Ethan?!!
Headmaster Dumbledore: Oh ho ho, the wind is quite boisterous today, making him a bit hard of hearing.
Ethan's action.
Naturally, it had received Headmaster Dumbledore's approval.
His exact words were:
"If we don't train them in advance, how can they face the future storms?!"
"Headmaster Dumbledore, you wouldn't want to see your students killed by Death Eaters in the future, would you?"
Under the premise of ensuring the students' safety, Dumbledore was persuaded.
And that safety guarantee was, of course—
Ethan: "Let's give a warm round of applause to one of the co-organizers of this practical activity—Professor Snape!"
Inside the Great Hall, there was a deathly silence.
The students were as quiet as cicadas in winter, looking at Professor Snape, whose face was as black as a pot lid.
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Ethan turned his head and smiled:
"Professor Snape, you've finally become the Professor (Head) of Defense Against the Dark Arts, are you happy?"
Snape: "
"Crack."
On the table, a silver goblet suddenly shattered into pieces.
Rolling black mist emanated from Professor Snape.
Even the surrounding air trembled slightly.
To make Snape so angry that his magic went wild, Ethan truly was a talent.
"The budding genius..."
Everyone sighed inwardly.
They were in awe.
Ethan: "The other person in charge is Professor Lupin. During this period, Professor Lupin will be responsible for your training."
Everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief.
That's good.
At least they wouldn't die during training.
Just then.
A silvery voice rang out:
"Are all of us going to participate in this practical activity? Won't it cause chaos?"
"That's right."
Ethan looked approvingly at Luna, who had raised her hand to speak.
Everyone:
There's an interactive session too!
It was too anthropomorphic, they were beyond complaining.
Ethan's solemn voice echoed in the Great Hall:
"Unfortunately, for everyone's safety.
"In the end, only a select few will be chosen to participate in the final practical activity."
Students: !!
"Yay!!"
Ron's eyes lit up instantly.
"Yes."
Harry smiled, also relieved.
Sirius's matter was already enough to trouble him.
He just wanted to get through this semester peacefully.
Fighting goblins or anything like that, he'd leave it to Ethan's fervent followers.
Like Hermione, who had already started reciting spells, or Cedric, the muscle-bound Hufflepuff... Ethan: "Enlightenment Society members will lead the charge, going first."
The first member of the Enlightenment Society, Harry: "
Ron immediately felt pity.
He said sympathetically:
"Look on the bright side, at least you won't be killed by Sirius."
Because before that, you'll be tormented to death by Ethan.
Harry: I really thank you.
Harry looked at Ethan, who was holding a mobilization meeting on the podium.
In a trance, it was as if he had traveled back to some extraordinary era... At least, the prophecy didn't mention anything about goblins.
Presumably, this "Goblin War" would not hasten the final outcome of the prophecy.
Ethan's "pre-war training" was in full swing.
Professor Lupin was unwell, so Defense Against the Dark Arts class was temporarily taught by Professor Snape.
Perhaps because of the continuous work.
Snape's face looked even more sallow than before.
Under his eyes hung thick dark circles.
There were rumors that Snape brewed potions every night.
Hoping to poison Ethan.
Of course.
Some also raised objections:
Because now Snape not only no longer bothered Ethan at all.
Instead, he avoided Ethan.
It was considered "one of the seven wonders of Hogwarts."
In Care of Magical Creatures class.
Ethan stroked the tall and mighty hippogriff in front of him, murmuring with emotion:
"What a strong creature... Its wings can fly to the sky, its claws can tear bones, and its beak can peck through hard skulls."
Most importantly, it could carry people.
Ethan's fingers sank into its warm, thick fur.
From its orange-red eyes, he saw wildness and fighting spirit.
The eagle swooped down from the sky, easily capturing prey trapped on the ground.
Thinking of it this way.
In 1612, goblins, who had strong ground technology, did not develop in the air.
Allowing themselves to be exposed under the vast sky.
"'Rescuers from the sky'... sounds very cool."
Ethan's eyes sparkled.
In his mind, a plan for a shocking appearance gradually took shape.
"Armor is still needed. What goblins have, we must also have."
"In an era of abundant resources, let's fully arm ourselves!"
When Ethan brought out the alchemy technology from the Goblin Rebellion era and explained it to everyone.
Everyone just thought Ethan was well-prepared.
When Ethan began training the fearsome hippogriffs as mounts.
Everyone just thought Ethan was awesome.
When Ethan actually forged a batch of armor.
Everyone was stunned.
No, dude, you're serious?
Are we really going to fight on the battlefield?
But where is the battlefield?
Radicals: "Ethan is going to conduct a major selection in the school! In the end, it will definitely be two groups of people fighting each other! Only those who survive will be qualified to be Hogwarts students!"
Conservatives: "The sun and moon shine together, heaven and earth are one. There is only one wizard in the magic world, and no other races."
No war?
Then create war!
It's time for wizards to occupy Gringotts and overthrow those powerful goblins!!
Radicals: "
You're a bit too radical.
—Anyway.
At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which was almost renamed "Hogwarts Military Academy."
Time flew by, and it was the eve of Halloween.
This year.
Perhaps it was "Ethan's mercy."
He didn't pull any more stunts.
Halloween remained peaceful until the end of the feast. Until.
The moment the Gryffindor students returned to their common room with laughter and cheer.
—He's here! That terrifying devil has appeared!!!"
The shrill scream of the Fat Lady, the guardian of the Gryffindor common room, pierced through the joyous atmosphere.
The portrait was torn.
Several terrible claw marks ran across it.
And on the wall next to it, a sentence was savagely carved:
[I'm watching you]
As if carved with a dagger, stroke by stroke.
Every stroke revealed deep hatred!
It permeated among the silent students.
—That escaped convict—Sirius! Had broken into the school!!!"