Ethan turned his head, his cobalt-blue eyes calmly fixing on Quirrell.
In the other man's deliberately foolish expression, Ethan caught a fleeting trace of hatred.
Well, well.
Had he forgotten the charm of Ethan's paintings?
Ethan curled the corner of his lips. He opened his palm, and distorted, soap-bubble-like iridescence emerged from it.
Ethan didn't think Quirrell would dare attack him in front of Professor Dumbledore—
Then he had to strike first!
Under everyone's watchful eyes.
Quirrell lifted one foot and staggered toward Ethan.
His stiff, awkward movements were like those of a zombie, or a puppet controlled by strings.
"Ugh!"
Harry suddenly clutched his forehead. For some unknown reason, the lightning-shaped scar had begun throbbing with pain.
No... Don't...!
Harry stared at Quirrell with difficulty, instinctively unwilling to let him approach Ethan.
Just then.
"Whoosh—"
A jet-black door suddenly opened in front of Professor Quirrell.
It was so close that Quirrell didn't have time to react. He stepped straight through it.
Then he fell out in front of Ethan.
With a thud, he dropped to his knees.
"..."
Quirrell raised his head and stared blankly at Ethan's innocent little face.
"That saved you a couple of steps. No need to thank me, Professor Quirrell." Ethan smiled.
In the Great Hall, everyone stared at the scene with their mouths agape.
Even the professors were dumbfounded.
Harry: "..."
The scar on his forehead had suddenly stopped hurting.
Sure enough, instead of worrying about Ethan, he should worry about anyone Ethan had his eye on!
After two seconds of silence, heated discussion suddenly erupted throughout the Great Hall!
The buzzing voices merged into one, making the atmosphere boil instantly!
—[Why did the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor kneel before a student?!]
—[Shocking! The untold story between the Garlic-Turbaned Freak and the