Time had entered mid-October, and Ethan continued his daily routine of practicing in the Room of Requirement.
Ethan had also returned the rat, Peter Pettigrew, to Ron long ago.
The daily practice had yielded a significant improvement.
Name: Ethan Adrian
Age: 11
Bloodline: Wizard
Talent: 《Superabundant Soul》 (A heavier soul, leading to higher learning efficiency and spellcasting speed.), 《Strong Physique》 (Increase physical fitness and adaptability to magic through exercise.), 《Dark Heart》 (Enhance dark magic talent, using dark magic without any emotional assistance.), 《Focus》 (Greatly increase the efficiency of learning.), 《Animal Affinity》 (Equally effective for magical creatures.), 《Flame Affinity》 (Enhance the control and power of fire magic. The deeper the understanding of fire magic, the greater the increase.)
Spells: Killing Curse (10), Cruciatus Curse (10), Imperius Curse (10), Fiendfyre (10), Protego (7), Mjolnir (6), Shield Charm (6), Extension Charm (5), Energy Siphon (5), Shadow Walk (5), Transfiguration (4), Petrificus Totalus (3), Disillusionment Charm (3), Accio (3), Potions (3), Alchemy (2)...
Fiendfyre had finally been maxed out. Now, Ethan could fully control its power. Even if he ignited a massive flame, as long as he cast it, he could extinguish the magic with a single thought, causing it to die out.
At the same time, the panel also displayed Potions and Alchemy, while other aspects also saw some improvement.
If Ethan were to fight Dumbledore now, he would surely die a hundred deaths.
But if he were to fight Snape, a top wizard skilled in dark magic and combat, it wouldn't be a problem.
And his once-empty wallet had also regained its fullness during this period.
Over a month, he had accumulated over seven hundred bottles in sales. It didn't seem like much.
But you also had to consider the number of students at Hogwarts. There were only about seventy in each year, and all the young witches and wizards combined only slightly exceeded five hundred.
Five Galleons a bottle, it wasn't a price everyone could afford, was it, Weasley?
Slytherin contributed the most.
There was no other way. As a gathering place for purebloods, Slytherin students were wealthy. One house alone surpassed the sales of the other two.
Cassandra was the one who opened the Slytherin market for Ethan. Although just a first-year student, she was backed by her family and held considerable influence in Slytherin.
Of course, she didn't do it herself, but entrusted it to two of her underlings.
Moreover, Cassandra didn't ask for any Galleons, just a promise from Ethan to fulfill one condition, and her two companions also worked voluntarily.
As for the condition, Ethan agreed without hesitation. It was simply a duel with her, the time to be determined by her.
But after waiting for so long, Ethan still hadn't received any notice of the duel.
Today, as usual, Ethan borrowed some books from the Hogwarts library and prepared to return to the Ravenclaw common room.
At this moment, five Slytherin students blocked Ethan's path.
"You are Ethan Adrian?"
The leading student wore a smug expression, almost wanting to point a finger at Ethan's head.
"Yes, who are you?"
"If you have nothing to do, move aside!"
Ethan, faced with such obvious provocation, had no intention of being polite. He looked at the group with a mocking smile.
Bullying?
School violence?
Would I, Ethan, be afraid of that?
I'm only afraid you're not violent enough, I'm only afraid you won't dare to strike first!
"Thinking you have some talent makes you arrogant, that won't do. Today, let your senior teach you how to greet a senior at Hogwarts."
Before the leader could speak, one of his followers couldn't stand it anymore. He drew his wand and prepared to attack.
In Slytherin, this group stood at the bottom of the hierarchy. The hierarchy went like this: Purebloods despised half-bloods, and half-bloods despised Muggle-borns.
And Slytherin had no Muggle-borns, making this group of half-bloods the lowest tier.
As a result, these four-year students could only stick together for warmth. Of course, they would still be despised for sticking together.
Now being mocked by a Muggle-born directly shattered their already-fragile self-esteem.
"Harvey, have you forgotten our purpose?"
The leader glared at the one named Harvey. He knew that fighting wouldn't solve anything.
"Sorry, Barry."
Harvey immediately apologized. It was clear he also held the lowest position within this small group.
"Hand over the formula for your stolen Wake-Up Potion?"
He went straight to the point and found a reason.
Even if Ethan went to Dumbledore later, they would claim that Ethan stole their family's potion books, and the potion formula was found in them. Otherwise, how could a Muggle-born have such a precious potion?
It wouldn't work like the idiot before. You beat someone up, they have wounds, and there are people around. If he keeps insisting on not handing over the formula, then Dumbledore will have a reason to intervene. In the end, they would be the ones who suffer, and they would never have a chance to get the formula again.
At first, although they envied Ethan's potion, they didn't dare to attack him. They could only think about it in their heads.
But some time ago, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle approached them.
They said that Ethan had become too prominent in his first year, eclipsing the glory of Slytherin. They wanted them to beat up Ethan, and then grab his potion.
Crabbe and Goyle didn't want the Wake-Up Potion formula. It was their own spoils.
Crabbe and Goyle's families held no position, but everyone knew that they were backed by the Malfoy family. The older generation followed Lucius Malfoy, and the younger generation followed Draco Malfoy.
Although the Malfoy family had fallen on hard times in recent years, they still had a voice among pureblood wizards and were also governors.
It could be said that they dared to put their plan into action because they believed they had the Malfoy family's support.
"I stole your potion formula?"
"Let's talk. What is the formula for Wake-Up Potion? Since you're accusing me of stealing yours, you must know what's in the formula. Or are you all filled with troll dung and can't even remember potion formulas?"
Ethan looked at them with a mocking expression. So that's what they were up to.
Ethan had never concealed the Wake-Up Potion when he gave it to Fred and the others for sale, so it was no secret if someone knew about it.
But he didn't expect that there were people in Hogwarts who would engage in robbery.
Dumbledore, the headmaster, is still incompetent!
【Thank you to the boss 無痕無蹤 for the monthly ticket. Thank you very much!】