"What's wrong, Professor Quirrell? Why are you suddenly sweating so much? Are you feeling unwell?"
Ethan suddenly stepped closer to Quirrell.
A mischievous glint flashed through his cobalt-blue eyes, which reflected the sweaty, pale face of his Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.
[Ask that child... Ask him why he wants to learn the magic of soul-splitting... Ask him, now!]
Quirrell shuddered.
The furious, urgent voice in his head lashed at his spine like an iron whip, making his whole body tremble.
Quirrell swallowed.
He stared at the handsome boy in front of him, who looked so concerned, yet for some reason, he felt a chill of terror.
It was like looking at a monster wearing human skin.
Its exterior looked human, but inside, it was full of things he couldn't understand!
It was so eerie, so strange!
Why had that one sentence from this boy made his great Master so furious?
What unknown secrets did this first-year student, who should have known nothing, know?!
"S-soul-splitting magic?"
Quirrell really began to stammer, forcing an ugly smile.
"W-why do you ask? That's an extremely evil form of Dark Magic..."
Ethan tilted his head. A wicked smile quickly flitted across his lips, leaving behind nothing but pure innocence.
"Evil?"
"I only want to study Living Paintings. Is that really evil?"
Ethan blinked his round blue eyes.
Thanks to his age and appearance, he knew this trick was devastatingly effective.
Especially against older women.
And men in certain professions.
Every morning while washing up, Ethan was so charmed by his own cuteness.
—Damn! This face is so immersive.
Hehe.
[Ethan has unleashed a Cute Attack. Do you choose to believe him?]
[Yes → Meow, you're so pretty]
[No → Damn&%...%]
—[Yes]
Quirrell naturally couldn't see any of that weird stuff.
All he saw