Ethan is a Kind and Considerate Good Wizard

[Use Artwork: Broom Rash]

[Effect: Causes red rashes to appear on the contact area.]

Ethan released Malfoy's hand, his gaze dropping with interest as Malfoy's eyes widened in terror.

This was the first time he had used this particular artwork.

On Malfoy's pale palm, bean-sized red rashes began to appear.

One of them grew larger and larger, then popped with a "splat," oozing yellowish-red fluid.

Although it wasn't actually that serious, the blisters looked quite ghastly against his skin.

"Ah, ahhhhh—!!!"

Malfoy cried out in utter terror, holding up his hand!

The air around them froze, and everyone turned their heads in shock, looking at them!

"Hmm, looks like it's working well."

Ethan nodded with satisfaction.

He brought his other hand out from behind his back. In it, there was a scarlet-colored painting!

It was a miniature version of the Broom Rash artwork Ethan had created for The Quibbler, like a card, about the size of his palm.

It had a white border, signifying "White rarity."

After being used once, the [Broom Rash] did not disappear.

It could be reused.

Very convenient.

With a thought, the artwork vanished from his palm and returned to the "Gallery."

"Even without the fused spell, the effect is this pronounced..." Ethan murmured calmly, watching Malfoy's swollen, red hand. "If I added a spell, how much better would the effect be?"

Would it cause red rashes at the point of contact to turn into a full-body eruption of pus-filled sores?

Sounds interesting~

Ethan's lips curved into a pleased smile.

"You, you devil! What did you do to me?!" Malfoy shrieked, his already pale face now even whiter. "I'm telling my dad! You're finished—"

"Oh my, I didn't do anything, you can check my wand."

Ethan innocently raised his hands.

"You—"

"Mr. Malfoy, do you know?" Ethan leaned close to Malfoy's ear and whispered, "These red rashes are called 'Broom Rash,' and they'll spread from your butt all over your body..."

"If you're not careful, next time your entire face might rot into the same state as your butt."

Ethan finished speaking slowly and took two steps back.

He was satisfied to see Malfoy's expression turn to pure terror.

How could this guy say such terrifying things with such a normal-looking mouth?!

Malfoy's mind uncontrollably conjured the illustration he had seen earlier.

Pork-like skin, festering red rashes...

He couldn't help but feel an itch all over his body, as if the red rashes were already spreading beneath his clothes...

All the way to his face.

"Waaah—!!!"

Malfoy finally burst into tears, fleeing in a complete meltdown.

He didn't even manage to utter the villain's customary line, "You just wait."

Tsk, his psychological resilience is poor, needs more training.

Ethan shook his head.

He regretted that his Soul Fusion Degree had not increased.

He'd try again next time.

Amidst the stares of the surrounding students, Ethan leisurely levitated his trunk with the Levitation Charm and walked onto the train.

The students in the aisle quickly made way for him, allowing Ethan to enjoy VIP treatment.

Sigh~ The life of a celebrity is just so simple and unpretentious.

Ethan sighed.

Watching the student in front of him dart away like a rabbit seeing a hawk, leaving him an empty compartment.

Before long.

"Wuwu—!"

With a deep and clear whistle, the train shook twice and began to slowly move.

Ethan closed his textbook.

He raised his eyes, looking at the parents seeing them off outside the window, his expression calm, showing no emotion.

"Haaah~"

Ethan yawned lazily.

The gentle sunlight warmly spread across his face; it was a rare sunny day in Britain.

Clang, clang.

The rhythmic jolting of the train made Ethan's eyelids grow heavy.

He didn't resist the drowsiness. Even the soft train seat was more comfortable than the worn-out hard board bed in his home on Spider's Alley.

With his last conscious thought, Ethan snapped his textbook shut onto his face.

Then, he fell into a deep sleep.

When Harry and Ron, dragging their luggage, hurriedly pulled open the compartment door.

The scene they saw was one of "a book eating a person."

They exchanged a glance, quietly put away their luggage, sat down opposite Ethan, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They had met on the platform and had arrived too late.

As a result, all the other compartments were already full.

But thank goodness, they had finally found an empty compartment.

They were truly lucky.

Around twelve-thirty.

Ethan woke up hungry.

The smell of food wafted into his nostrils.

Ethan's nose twitched twice, his eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw were two very familiar figures opposite him.

Devouring snacks that filled the entire seat.

Those iconic red hair and freckles, along with round glasses and green eyes.

With just one glance, Ethan recognized their identities.

Ron Weasley and the Chosen One, Harry Potter.

Facing these two important characters from the original story—one of whom was the protagonist—Ethan's eyes immediately curved.

His mind began to simulate how to leave a deep impression on them.

However.

Before he could even speak.

"Gurgle~"

Ethan's stomach greeted them first.

Hearing this, Harry, who had been a little nervous, immediately relaxed a lot.

The boy opposite him was excessively handsome.

Quiet and unassuming, just like the private school students he had brushed past on the street earlier, dressed in exquisite uniforms.

He felt like he was from a different world.

"Here, have some, eat whatever you want!"

Harry grabbed a pumpkin pasty and enthusiastically handed it over, looking at Ethan with earnest eyes.

At this moment.

Harry was bathed in sunlight, radiating a fatherly glow.

"..."

Ethan licked his lips and, in the end, did not refuse.

"Thank you," Ethan took the pasty, a sincere smile blooming on his face, "My name is Ethan Vincent, it's nice to meet you."

"Oh, I'm... I'm Harry Potter."

Harry said softly.

But seeing Ethan subtly glance at his forehead, yet show no reaction, He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He had already received so much attention, which made him feel very anxious.

And each time.

It inevitably brought back the terrifying night of the green light's explosion.

Ethan is truly kind and considerate, he must come from a very warm family environment.

Harry thought emotionally.

Ron also introduced himself and soon began a lively conversation with Ethan.

Ethan listened intently, making Ron feel a sense of importance he hadn't felt in a long time.

After all, he had five outstanding older brothers, and his mother was always too busy to manage everything.

Although, "Ethan Vincent" sounded a bit familiar.

But the thought flashed by, and Ron didn't think much of it.

His gaze towards Ethan was already filled with "Brother! Brother!"

"Guess who I ran into before getting on the train?"

Ron leaned forward and said mysteriously.

Ethan played along, leaning in and asking softly, "Who?"

"Crybaby Malfoy!"

"He's just a hateful pure-blood! His whole family is, they're not good people! They're always causing trouble for my dad at work!"

Ron said fiercely.

"But I don't know who managed to pull off such a great feat to make Malfoy cry his eyes out! Hahaha!"

"I almost missed the train just watching him make a fool of himself!"

Ron leaned back against the seat, savoring the memory and imagining it in his mind:

Malfoy kneeling before him, crying non-stop, while he was surrounded by his brothers, worshipped...

It felt so good just thinking about it!

Hehehe~

Ethan watched Ron, who had a strange smile on his face, and curved his lips, smiling without a word.

Harry looked at his silly good brother, then at the calm and leisurely Ethan, and couldn't help but cover his forehead.

...The contrast was stark.

At this moment.

A question suddenly, belatedly, popped into Harry's mind.

...Huh, strange?

When they boarded, why were all the other carriages before and after full.

But this carriage, only Ethan was in it the whole time?