Like a stabilizing anchor, the moment Ethan's words were spoken, the tense atmosphere in the room immediately loosened a few degrees.
Ginny's red, tear-filled eyes suddenly lit up.
The Weasley twins, who had been like two firecrackers on the verge of exploding, also calmed down slightly. Holding their breath, they stood to the side in silence, staring intently at Ethan with pleading eyes.
As the President of the Enlightenment Society, Ethan naturally wouldn't let his members down.
He cast a sidelong glance at Minister Scrimgeour. His cobalt-blue eyes, like an icy sea, exuded an invisible, overwhelming pressure. Suppressing a smirk, he drawled slowly, "What are you standing around for? Move."
The moment the words fell—
A deep chill set in! Minister Scrimgeour froze, a profound wave of terror suddenly surging from the very depths of his soul. It was as if he were being targeted by some terrifying predator!
Before he could even speak, the reporting Auror immediately turned and sprinted out!
In less than two seconds, a blood-stained figure was levitated in.
The crowd parted at once, looking in horror at the grotesque, terrifying wounds. They didn't look like the work of a spell; rather, they seemed to have been torn open by some ferocious beast with razor-sharp fangs!
As the body floated past, it left a dripping trail of blood across the floor.
"Dad!"
Ginny screamed. She instinctively tried to lunge forward but was held back firmly by her brothers.
"Let Ethan heal him first," George, one of the twins, said hoarsely. His face was rigid, his eyes bloodshot, and thick veins bulged from his tightly clenched fists!
Seeing his father in such a tragic state, he wished for nothing more than to fight the despicable attacker to the death right then and there.
...But he couldn't.
All they could do right now was wait.
They pinned all their hopes on Ethan—on the President of the Enlightenment Society who had never once let them down!
—Ethan, we're begging you! Please, save our father!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the critically injured and dying Mr. Weasley was gently laid down in front of Ethan.
Only then did Minister Scrimgeour finally snap out of his daze.
Seeing the wounds tainted with cursed magic, his vision swam. He yelled anxiously, "You—you are being ridiculous! Ethan Vincent! Ordinary healing magic, like Episkey, won't work on injuries this severe!"
"If he had been sent to St. Mungo's immediately, he might still have a chance!"
"What are you doing?!"
Unable to stop himself, Minister Scrimgeour drew his wand, wanting to put an end to Ethan's insane and irresponsible behavior.
Could a student still in school really do better than the professional Healers at St. Mungo's?
What a joke! Go pass your O.W.L. exams first before pulling a stunt like this!!
Right at that moment.
Ethan raised his hand and gave it a wave. A square card in his hand transformed into a billowing black mist that surged onto the floor.
It materialized into a pitch-black figure dressed as if taking fashion advice from a Dementor. An eerie silhouette wearing a silver plague doctor mask and possessing two heads!
—Plague Doctor, activate!
[Caw, caw.]
The silver beak opened and closed, emitting a hoarse, curse-like sound. It was like sharp nails scraping against glass, sending shivers down everyone's spines.
Minister Scrimgeour silently lowered the hand holding his wand.
Never mind. You just carry on.
Because of the appearance of this bizarre creation, the courtroom fell completely silent.
The crowd watched Ethan's movements with bated breath, anticipating what kind of miracle he would bring them this time!
"I choose you, Wiggenweld Potion!"
With a swift motion, Ethan whipped out a bottle of eerie green potion from his robes.
With a flick of his wrist, the potion bottle transformed into a sharp, slender syringe. With a loud squelch, he stabbed it right into the Plague Doctor's shoulder!
The eerie green liquid rapidly flowed into it, transforming into a unique magical energy that circulated throughout the Plague Doctor's entire body.
—Do not underestimate this "ordinary-looking" Wiggenweld Potion!
Hundreds of years ago, during the Goblin Rebellions, this was a god-tier potion that could instantly "resurrect" you with a single gulp, even if you were down to your last drop of blood!
The seniors from back in the day relied on these little green bottles to slaughter every single poacher in the Forbidden Forest. This fact was even recorded in the unofficial history book, Hogwarts: A Shadowy History.
Ethan announced, "I will now fuse the Wiggenweld Potion with the Plague Doctor! By utilizing the Plague Doctor's traits, I can amplify and replicate the potion's effects!"
As he spoke, the Plague Doctor slowly raised its hand. With elegant movements, its long, white-gloved fingers manipulated magical energy to form—
An absolutely gigantic syringe filled with eerie green liquid.
The crowd: ?
The Weasley family: ??
Staring at the gleaming, finger-thick "needle tip," they all lapsed into a stunned silence.
"...Wait," Ron's eyes gradually widened in horror as he pointed a trembling finger at the tube. "You aren't saying you're going to stab that thing into my dad, are you?"
"It—it's going to kill him!!"
Ethan nodded solemnly. "Yes. If we delay any longer, we'll really have to go fishing for him in the underworld. We'd better start the treatment quickly."
Ron: ???
No!
I mean, if you plunge that needle into him, a man who could've survived a bit longer will die instantly!!
Stretching out his hand in a desperate, dramatic gesture, Ron shrieked, "Ethan, no—!!!"
Amidst the crowd's excited (?) screams, Ethan's eyes sparkled.
With a wave of his hand, he directed the Plague Doctor to brutally plunge the needle tip straight into Mr. Weasley's chest!
"Squelch!"
Visibly, a spurt of blood erupted from the wound like a fountain, making Mr. Weasley's complexion pale even further.
Immediately after, the Plague Doctor forcefully pushed down on the plunger.
Pumping the Power of Nine Dragons—ah, no, the healing power filled with love—entirely into his body!
The next second.
An unbelievable scene unfolded!
Mr. Weasley, who had been weak and on the verge of death, violently snapped his eyes open!
As if injected with liquid adrenaline, he opened his mouth and roared:
"AGH! IT HURTS! HURTS, HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH—!!!"
Then, he actually started screaming hoarsely while rolling all over the floor!
"Looks like terminal lucidity..." Ron murmured blankly, his jaw dropped.
Watching the bizarre scene before him, he began to wonder if some poisonous mushrooms had been mixed into his dinner.
The eerie green liquid flowed through Mr. Weasley's body like veins. It filled every single cell with an incredibly massive surge of energy.
Visibly, the bloody, open wounds were healing rapidly.
The unceasing flow of blood stopped. The gruesome surface was covered by a hard scab, which then fell off to reveal freshly grown, soft pink flesh.
His formerly paper-white complexion was also improving at top speed. It flushed with a faint, healthy rosiness.
The effect of this injection was undeniable; it could only be described as a "miracle."
However.
Not a single person cheered.
They stood frozen, the distorted screams echoing in their ears as they stared at poor Mr. Weasley's face, twisted in absolute agony.
They all thought silently in their hearts:
They would rather go to St. Mungo's and spend extra time recovering than EVER fall into Ethan's hands!
Getting healed by Ethan won't kill you, but it will make you wish you were dead ().
"Seeing the patient so full of life makes me very happy as a Healer," Ethan sighed from the bottom of his heart, watching Mr. Weasley roll around on the floor in agony.
He felt incredibly gratified.
Today is another great day of doing good deeds~
I'm just so kind-hearted~!
As for certain insignificant side effects... those were just minor issues.
The important thing was that the patient survived.
The agonizing screams lingered endlessly.
—After this night.
A rumor began circulating through the Ministry of Magic about "inhumane experiments being conducted in the deep underground."
"Now then."
Seeing that Mr. Weasley was out of danger, Ethan turned his head to look at Minister Scrimgeour.
The corners of his mouth curled up as he said gently:
"Weren't you about to announce the verdict just now?"
Minister Scrimgeour fell silent.
He could feel the scorching gazes directed at him.
It was as if, should his answer fail to satisfy everyone, the crowd would rush forward and tear him to shreds.
...First the attack, then the healing.Was all of this within Ethan's calculations?Was the goal to pull in another wave of support during this crucial trial?!
Ethan Vincent... what an utterly terrifying boy.
Minister Scrimgeour swallowed hard. The words felt as heavy as a mountain, impossible to speak.
A drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
After a long while.
He finally opened his mouth and spoke slowly.
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