Blue Precious Card

What kind of abstract, nonsensical question is this?

All the new students were stunned, looking at each other in confusion.

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Ethan thought to himself:

Where there is light, there must be a shadow.

Even if the noonday sun hides the shadow beneath your feet, it hasn't completely vanished.

Unless you bring in a ten-thousand-watt bulb with no blind spots, illuminating every corner until it's as bright as day.

But Ethan figured this definitely wasn't meant to be answered with physics.

It was a dialectical philosophical question.

Prefect Robert wasn't troubled by the difficult problem; instead, he grew excited.

"Unfortunately, tonight's door knocker question is extremely hard. I'm afraid we'll need to discuss it for several hours before we can come up with an answer."

"You see, a made-up answer won't get past the door knocker."

With that, Robert and his companions launched into a heated discussion.

Leaving the group of new students exchanging bewildered glances.

"Merlin's baggy underpants! What kind of damn question is this!"

Michael plopped down on the ground, grumbling angrily:

"I've been sitting in a train all day! Climbing stairs for dozens of minutes, and now all I want is to sleep in a warm bed, not on this cold, hard floor!"

Ethan glanced at him and offered comfort: "Want me to just knock you out? Then you can fall asleep right away."

No more worrying about the cold, hard floor either.

Michael: "...I'll pass on that, thanks."

Time ticked by, minute after minute. Some young wizards, like Michael, couldn't hold out mentally or physically anymore, collapsing to the ground, yawning nonstop.

After all, if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up.

The upperclassmen were all here—were they really expecting the newly enrolled first-years to solve the riddle?

A few eventually joined the upperclassmen's discussion, either listening intently or offering their own naive ideas.

As time passed, one person after another stepped up, but the door knocker remained unmoved.

Robert, while conversing with his companions, kept a sidelong glance on the new students.

He coldly swept past Michael and the others who were slacking off, nodding approvingly at those actively participating in the discussion.

Then, his gaze landed on a slim, handsome new student—Ethan Vincent.

He had already witnessed the incident on the train, coupled with the Sorting Hat's earth-shattering remarks.

At this moment, Robert was full of curiosity about this new student.

Someone who, before the school year even started, had single-handedly raised his topic of discussion to the same level as The Chosen One.

This guy—when faced with a tough problem, what kind of move would he make...

On the other side.

Michael, looking at the pensive Ethan, asked, "Ethan, what do you think?"

"Hmm..."

Ethan didn't shy away. After thinking it over seriously, he said:

"I think it exists."

"Even if the world were left with only light, or only darkness, the seed of the other would surely be gathering strength in the cracks."

"Just waiting for the right moment to show itself to the world!"

"Like wild grass—can't be cut down, can't be burned away."

Ethan's tone grew heavy, and a fleeting sharpness flashed through his cobalt-blue eyes.

He seemed to be answering the question, yet it felt like he was alluding to something else.

His voice was firm and resounding.

It left the young wizards around him momentarily stunned.

However.

The door knocker showed no reaction.

It still stood there quietly, motionless.

"Not a bad answer."

Prefect Robert nodded in acknowledgment.

"For a young wizard your age, that line of thought is quite advanced."

"But unfortunately, it still lacks depth. Think again."

To be precise, it was stuck at the level of a resentful youth.

Not worth mentioning.

Hearing this, Ethan's brows shot up high.

He looked at the Prefect, who was appraising him from a condescending posture.

...The thing he hated most in life was dividing people into tiers based on specific standards.

If they didn't meet his requirements, they were deemed unqualified.

He, Ethan Vincent, loved saying "no" to authority!

His answers never needed anyone else's approval.

"Is that so." Ethan said slowly, stepping forward. "I don't think so."

"Oh? What do you plan to do?"

Robert curled the corner of his mouth with interest, watching Ethan approach the door.

Was Ethan going to give a new answer? What would he do?

But no matter what.

For a first-year, it was still a decent attempt.

Worthy of encouragement.

Robert watched leisurely, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

Under the gaze of the crowd.

Ethan raised his wand, pointed it at the door knocker, and chanted:

"Alohomora."

A flash of white light shot out, striking the door knocker.

Nothing happened.

"..."

After a few seconds of silence.

A faint snicker arose from among the students.

They thought he was going to do something big.

Turns out, he was just foolishly trying to open the door with the Opening Charm.

Didn't Ethan know this door knocker was left behind by Lady Ravenclaw herself, one of the Four Founders!

How could it possibly be opened by a simple Opening Charm!

Prefect Robert shook his head too, exchanging a glance with the others.

Nice try.

When faced with a tied knot, some choose to go around, some try to untie it.

And there are those who break the rules and cut it clean through.

But the prerequisite for cutting through is that your blade is sharp enough.

Robert believed that aside from answering the question, there might be spells that could open the door directly—otherwise, you'd be helpless in an emergency.

But such high-difficulty spells were beyond their grasp.

And certainly not an "Alohomora."

It seemed the famous Ethan was nothing but a hollow reputation.

Just as he withdrew his gaze, planning to stop paying attention.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ethan moved again.

"As expected, it doesn't work..."

Ethan looked at the unmoving bronze door knocker and nodded without surprise.

If a simple "Alohomora" could open the door, then this broken door wouldn't keep anyone out.

He cast that spell only to perform a "Control Experiment."

With a flick of his mind.

A brand-new card, different from "Broom Rash," appeared in Ethan's hand.

The image on it was simple.

Against a pitch-black background stood an open door.

Behind the door was twisted, hazy white light, as if some indescribable thing was crawling out, exuding an eerie sensation.

If you looked closely, you'd notice the crooked patterns on the door were actually interlinked incantations and circuits!

The border of this card wasn't white—it was blue.

Representing the higher tier of "Blue Rare"!

[Name: Gate of Opening] [Type: Item] [Rank: Tier 1 · Blue Rare] [Description: What lies on the other side of the door?] [Effect: One-time use item. When placed on another object, it creates a passage that penetrates through it. The penetration effect is determined by the user's mana.] [Evaluation: Though the effect is simple and singular, it can be surprisingly useful in certain situations. Has room for upgrades.] [Newbie Gift Pack Unlock Progress: 3/5]

This was the first Blue Rare card Ethan had created by fusing spells!

An existence capable of affecting reality—far more powerful than Broom Rash!

Go! Blue Rare!

Let me see what you can do!