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[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 70: Ethan: Puppy, Open the Door Obediently ^▽^

Before opening the door and delivering a bit of warmth to Cerberus, Ethan still needed to practice this Chain Spell.

"Practice makes perfect, but unfortunately, it's the civilized year of 1991, and there are no poaching gangs lurking in the Forbidden Forest just waiting to be used as targets," Ethan murmured, feeling a genuine pang of regret.

He'd read in history textbooks about tho...

[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 69: Howl! Ethan is going to learn Avada Lightning Chain!

And so it went.

Professor Quirrell was surprised to see Ethan wearing an excited expression, even though he'd clearly failed to cast the spell.

Is he a masochist??

Professor Quirrell couldn't understand it.

Just as he was about to offer some guidance, he saw Ethan raise his wand again.

Over and over.

He wasn't discouraged in the slightest, even when nothing h...

HRHL# CHAPTER 273

After Harry made his suggestion, Sirius Black cheerfully raised his arm, beckoning to his godson’s two best friends.

“Hermione, Ron!” he called.

The two hurried over, and Sirius extended an invitation. “Harry just told me he’d love for you both to join us at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place for Christmas—how does that sound?”

“Spend Christmas with you lot?” Ron...

HRA# CHAPTER 219

Children always admire heroes, especially someone like Sirius Black—a dark hero burdened with secrets and the quest to clear his name—who’s particularly popular among them. As a result, shops like Honeydukes in Hogsmeade specifically sought out Sirius to endorse their products.

Though Sirius always grumbled that it was far too childish or some such nonsense, Harry couldn’t help bu...

[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 68 Ethan's Dark Magic Talent Shocks the Dark Wizard

"First, we'll practice the hand movements for memory extraction... They—they're the most basic aids."

"The—the wand tip needs to have a subtle, small tremor."

Quirrell waved his wand, just as Ethan had seen in the book.

The posture was somewhat like extracting one's own thoughts and placing them into a Pensieve.

Ethan imitated Professor Quirrell's movements.

Th...

[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 67: The Three-Headed Hellhound Joins the Challenge So Quickly

"It's fine, I have my own arrangements," Ethan said cheerfully.

"When the competition comes, they'll know if my choice was correct."

"..."

Looking at Ethan's bright smile, the trio shivered in unison.

Alright.

Since Ethan said so...

They lit a candle for the other contestants.

The few of them quietly began to do their own things.

Ethan continued t...

(Bonus HRHL)-CHAPTER 282

It must be said that Cassandra’s words were an absolute deathblow to those two.

The old couple—well, neither Snape nor Sirius could stomach the idea. From the moment they met, they’d been at each other’s throats, each wishing the other would just drop dead. Sirius found the thought of being associated with Snape utterly revolting, and Snape felt the same about Sirius. Almost insti...

HRHL# CHAPTER 272

Voldemort wasn’t easy to track down. The entirety of America was vast, and if Voldemort was truly determined to stay hidden, no one could find him.

As Death had said, the priority now was to revive Poppy as quickly as possible.

Mr. Flamel’s spell was, for the time being, merely a backup option. After all, it didn’t exactly sound like white magic.

Who ever heard of white ...

HRA# CHAPTER 218

“Friends? Ha! What a ridiculous word! Friends!” Peter screamed, his voice cracking with a manic edge. “Did you ever truly see me as a friend? Or was I just some lackey trailing behind you, puffing up your egos, doing your bidding—Peter, fetch this; Peter, grab that! I never wanted to do those things—those dangerous things!”

He pounded his fists into the snow beside him, as if ...

[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 66: Ethan is Studying "The Alchemy of the Human Body"

"Is it time to rescue the princess…?"

Ethan mumbled groggily, still lost in the depths of sleep.

The already faint female voice faltered, then called out with greater urgency.

Yet its volume only grew softer and weaker.

Finally, it unleashed a shriek laced with fury and terror before falling utterly silent.

As if it had been dragged into the abyss.

Warm moo...

HRHL# CHAPTER 271

Upon hearing Veratia’s question, Mr. Flamel revealed a mysterious smile.

“Well, what’s needed…” he repeated Veratia’s question, chuckling. “That’s indeed a fine question. Give me a moment.”

With that, Mr. Flamel turned and scurried out of the small cottage.

Moments later, he came trotting back, his steps lively.

Harry noticed he was clutching a book in ...

HRA# CHAPTER 217

For wild magical creatures or ordinary animals that neither hibernate nor store food for emergencies, the Forbidden Forest’s winter is a time of scarcity. They must hunt to secure the nutrients necessary for survival.

Peter Pettigrew, ever fearful for his life, would never dare venture out in his rat form to forage under such conditions. Unlike Harry, an ordinary wizard’s Animagus for...

[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 65: [Erudition] Unlocked! Heh, I’ve Done It!

A few seconds ticked by in silence.

Quirrell, still shaken, gingerly rose from the cold stone floor and slumped into the chair Ethan had summoned with a casual flick of his wand, a perfectly executed Levitation Charm. Quirrell forced a smile, but it twisted into something more akin to a grimace, his face betraying his defeat. He was utterly subdued, tamed by Ethan’s relentless presence....

HRHL# CHAPTER 270

To their utter dismay, what seemed like a straightforward path had turned into a complete deadlock.

To learn what sacrifice would compel Death to answer their questions, they first needed Death to answer their questions.

A perfect loop, indeed.

“Now what?” Harry whispered.

“I don’t know…” Veratia murmured back.

“How about…” Harry glanced at Lady D...

HRA# CHAPTER 216

It was impressive, but not that impressive.

Having witnessed a staggering and overwhelming truth with his own eyes, Sirius Black was momentarily so excited that he could barely string a coherent sentence together.

Given Harry’s wishes, Sirius had already mentally prepared himself for his godson’s Animagus form to be a cow—whether a North American buffalo or a European...

[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 64: Legilimency? You Are Very Brave!

"What's wrong, Professor Quirrell? Why are you suddenly sweating so much? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Ethan suddenly stepped closer to Quirrell.

A hint of malice flashed in his cobalt-blue eyes, reflecting his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's sweaty, pale face.

"Go ask that child... Go ask him why he wants to learn the magic of soul separation... Ask him now!"<...

(Bonus HRHL)-CHAPTER 279

Hermione’s face was ashen, utterly unprepared for the treatment she received after speaking up for Kreacher. For a fledgling idealist like her, it was a harsh blow to the head. It would have been one thing if Kreacher had simply been ungrateful, but his unparalleled venomous retort left her scalp prickling with unease.

“But I was only trying to help…” the young witch murmured, her...

HRHL# CHAPTER 269

Contrary to Harry’s expectations, even without lights or candles, the small room adorned with a summoning circle glowed as brightly as daylight.

At the center of the circle stood a chestnut-colored chair, upon which sat an elegant woman dressed in a black overcoat, holding a cane. She appeared elderly, yet the marks of time could not diminish her refined and noble aura. Seeing Harry pus...

HRA# CHAPTER 215

“I just wish my Animagus form could be what I’ve always wanted,” Harry said, his face showing a rare expression that could only be described as yearning or hope. “That way, I’d be a true tauren.”

In his many years in Azeroth, especially when he was younger, this had been the deepest desire buried in Harry’s heart.

Yes, he could distinguish that his true race was human,...

[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 63: Give Voldemort a Little Shock

At these words, the classroom immediately erupted into an uproar!

Penelope stared at Ethan in astonishment, unable to believe what she had just heard!

Ethan was going to participate in the competition alone?!

Not teaming up with anyone else?

Had he gone mad?!

No.

Even the maddest person wouldn't joke with their own life like that!

Everyone's eyes widene...

HRHL# CHAPTER 268

The blood surged, boiling fiercely, until the entire Great Hall echoed with the gurgling sound of simmering liquid.

Even the anguished screams of Tiffany, writhing beneath the bowl, could not drown out this seething roar.

A sinister red light flared, bathing the hall in a crimson glow.

Before long, the blood rising from the bowl began to coalesce, forming the ethereal silhouet...

HRA# CHAPTER 214

Based on Harry’s judgment, Ragehorn’s intelligence was roughly equivalent to that of a six- or seven-year-old human child, and this wasn’t even her ceiling. As she grew older and experienced more, Ragehorn might well become the first dragon with wisdom nearly indistinguishable from a human’s.

For now, though… Harry firmly rejected Ragehorn’s request to be fitted with a suit of...

[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 62: A True Warrior Dares to 1v Everyone!

Among the eleven selected individuals, excluding Ethan himself, Ethan noticed a few familiar faces.

Oliver Wood from Gryffindor (it seemed Percy Weasley hadn't been chosen).

Gemma Farley from Slytherin.

Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff.

This third-year boy looked at him with curiosity and a spark of competitive fire.

If it weren't for Ethan, Cedric would have been th...

[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 61: Quack! I Don’t Want to Be Down There!

“Merlin’s beard, it’s a stunning upperclassman!”
Michael Corner, standing beside Ethan Vincent, was practically vibrating with excitement, as if he’d been hit with a Cheering Charm gone wild.
He tugged desperately at Ethan’s sleeve, his eyes gleaming like a Niffler spotting gold, practically drooling.

Bloody hell!
Why did all the gorgeous older girls always c...

HRHL# CHAPTER 267

San Diego, USA

The lingering echoes of Halloween had yet to fade, at least not at San Diego High School, where students were still immersed in the festive revelry.

This year’s homecoming dance was unlike any before. Traditionally, the alumni dance was held a month after the start of the school year, but this year, it was scheduled for the day after Halloween.

HRA# CHAPTER 213

Processed snake skin, intact basilisk scales, sturdy snake bones, and finished steel purchased from Muggles... Beside his small cabin, Harry stoked a blazing furnace, forging new equipment—including a set for himself. In the end, he crafted a total of seven finished pieces.

For Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Luna, considering the young age of these three friends and his apprentice, the mat...

[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 60: Quirrell’s Life in Ruins

Quirrell stared at Ethan Vincent’s outstretched hand, his mind blank, unable to shake off the daze that gripped him.
He… agreed?
Just like that?
Why? In Ethan’s eyes, wasn’t he just a bumbling, useless professor?

Could it be—had Ethan uncovered his true identity?
In an instant, Quirrell’s heart lurched. A flicker of panic and malice flash...

HRHL# CHAPTER 266

James shot upright, his curiosity piqued as only a boy his age could be by the hint of a secret.

“Spill it, quick,” he demanded eagerly.

“Spill what?” Sirius teased, deliberately dangling the bait. “What do you want me to say?”

“Hey, Sirius!”

James, not amused, rolled over and pinned Sirius to the edge of the bed, grabbing his collar and shaking him playf...

HRA# CHAPTER 212

"It's not fair at all."

The voice repeated again, faint, soft, enchanting, and filled with a compelling allure that gripped the heart, as if under a spell. Lockhart's previously wildly excited emotions suddenly calmed down.

"......Yes, it's not fair at all," his eyes staring straight ahead, Lockhart softly echoed, "I've paid everything for fame, what have you paid?"

"Yes.........

[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 59: Professor McGonagall: Quirrell, This Is the Punishment You Meant?!

Ethan turned, his cobalt-blue eyes locking onto Quirrell with an unsettling calm. Beneath the professor’s forced, wooden expression, Ethan caught a flicker of venomous hatred.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Had Quirrell forgotten the allure of his artwork?

Ethan’s lips curled into a faint, mischievous smile. He opened his palm, and a shimmer of iridescent colors—twisting l...