Just then, a shrill cry came from among the Aurors: "Merlin's beard! What on earth happened here?!"
Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge pushed through the Aurors, staring in shock at everything before him. Collapsed wooden fences, destroyed cars, constantly flickering streetlights—and all of this in front of hundreds of Muggles!
Minister Fudge felt like he couldn't catch his breath and nearly fainted. The Sirius Black prison escape was already giving him enough headaches. Now this...
He desperately rubbed his face, revealing large dark circles under his eyes. Even the dim night couldn't hide his haggard appearance.
Just fifteen minutes ago, violation reports had come flooding into the Ministry like an avalanche. And the perpetrators of this incident—one stood there panicking, while the other calmly played with his wand.
Ethan even cast a "Scourgify" on himself in front of all the Aurors. That righteous attitude made one wonder when the law against underage magic during holidays had been repealed.
Ethan Vincent again! Minister Fudge trembled with rage while feeling deep fear and wariness. To actually knock unconscious the surveillance agent I sent, Professor Lupin... This was absolutely a blatant threat!
'"You're next," something like that?' Fudge shivered, feeling Ethan's image becoming increasingly unfathomable and terrifying.
However, this time, no matter what, Ethan Vincent had seriously violated the law! Awaiting Ethan was undoubtedly expulsion—
"So you're here to commend us, right, Minister Fudge?" Ethan asked pleasantly.
"Aha! Finally caught you, didn't I, you naturally evil brat— Huh?" Minister Fudge froze, suspecting he'd misheard.
Commend? Are you mocking me?!
Ethan tilted his head with perfect innocence: "Of course, because we successfully prevented a werewolf attack incident." He pointed to the unconscious Lupin on the ground.
"I went to great lengths to turn the transformed professor back into human form. Otherwise, at your response speed, Privet Drive would already be hosting a 'Werewolf Birthday Party'."
Hearing this, the Aurors' faces became colourful, muttering things like "We were already fast," "This has always been our speed," and "Maybe look for problems within yourself."
Minister Fudge laughed coldly, looking at Ethan like he was viewing a hopeless madman. "I had no idea there was a method to return werewolves to human form on full moon nights! Even the most improved Wolfsbane Potion can only keep werewolves calm during transformations."
"Though I think it's unnecessary." Saying this, Fudge glanced disgustedly at Lupin on the ground.
Hearing this, Ethan raised an eyebrow, staring intently at Minister Fudge and muttering: "Personally pushing neutral forces to the opposition—this Minister of Magic is truly incompetent..."
"What?" Hearing Ethan's words, Fudge was dumbfounded. Pointing at Ethan, he shouted in shock and rage: "Aurors! Arrest that insolent brat—"
Ethan's eyes grew cold, his wand shimmering with flowing magical colours. If the Ministry was going to be so unreasonable and bullying, he didn't mind cleaning it up early.
Just as the atmosphere became explosive, an aged but powerful voice suddenly rang out: "Is the Ministry going to take students away without consulting the school headmaster again?"
Ethan's eyes flickered as he lowered his wand. Oh well, what a shame.
From among the retreating Aurors emerged Hogwarts Headmaster—Albus Dumbledore! Extremely dignified, he instantly took control of the situation upon appearing!
Really impressive. Ethan stared at the dramatically arriving old Dumbledore with great envy. Given time, I too will become such a presence—one look, one name, and opponents won't dare make a sound!
"If I could create magic that completely cures and reverses lycanthropy, maybe I could become famous in the wizarding world..." Ethan thought.
Meanwhile, seeing Dumbledore's arrival, Minister Fudge's arrogance immediately deflated. He unconsciously put on an ingratiating smile: "Headmaster Dumbledore, I was just about to tell you—"
However, Dumbledore ignored him completely, striding past to kneel beside Professor Lupin, examining him urgently and carefully.
Minister Fudge stood there awkwardly, his face alternating between pale and flushed. Finally, he ground his teeth resentfully and stayed silent.
After checking and confirming that Lupin's magic had indeed fluctuated violently recently, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with amazement. He looked up at Ethan, gradually showing a mix of incredible joy!
"You really just... turned Professor Lupin from werewolf back to human?"
"Merlin's beard, this is absolutely incredible! No wizard has been able to do this in a hundred years!"
Dumbledore steadied himself and stood up, his tone serious, even pleading: "Mr Vincent, would you be willing to share this magic with me? Not for free—I guarantee as headmaster of Hogwarts that I'll give you equivalent compensation."
All the Aurors and Minister Fudge stared wide-eyed, their jaws nearly dropping! The great Dumbledore, this century's greatest white wizard, was "humbly" pleading with a child!
What exactly is Ethan Vincent's background? Could he be Grindelwald's son?!
Ethan thought for a moment: "I can only sell you personal usage rights. And it's instalment-based—pay in three parts."
Dumbledore stared at him: "???" What? Personal usage rights? Instalment payments?
As a native wizard, Dumbledore was completely confused. Among the Aurors, some Muggle-born wizards twitched at the corners of their mouths, barely holding back laughter.
Finally, after Ethan's explanation, Dumbledore understood. Only he could learn and use it; he couldn't teach it to others. And he had to fulfil three of Ethan's requests in instalments. Treating me like a genie in a lamp.
Dumbledore smiled, feeling his palms itch. I want to discipline this child.
Ethan looked up sincerely: "I'm worried about others using it improperly and causing accidents."
Most importantly, if news about curing werewolves leaks early, it won't achieve the final explosive effect! Like studying hard for an exam, then being too exhausted to celebrate during vacation.
"After all... this contains powerful ancient magic," Ethan added.
Hearing those four words, Dumbledore froze. He quickly glanced at Minister Fudge, seeing him still standing there looking dazed. Relaxing slightly, Dumbledore turned back, gazing at Ethan with gravity and scrutiny.
In just half a summer vacation, Ethan has somehow acquired ancient magic. By the end of this school year, won't Ethan cause something major in the wizarding world?!
Thinking of Ethan's unpredictable, unstoppable schemes made Dumbledore's head ache. But he couldn't refuse.
"Alright, I agree to your terms, Mr Vincent."
"Deal!" Ethan's face immediately broke into a brilliant smile.
Great! Learning magic from Mr Black, then reselling it to others. Secondary sales, with me as the middleman. Pure profit!
"I'll organise the spell for you when I get back," Ethan said. "Some runes need to be explained in person."
Dumbledore nodded: "No problem. So, have you decided on your first request?"
Ethan thought for a moment: "I want ancient goblin alchemical techniques. Preferably from 1612, the height of the Goblin Rebellion period."
To obtain better, more powerful ancient magic, I'll inevitably have to return to the past. Then I'll probably have to face the goblin leader Ragnok directly, as Miss Black had said.
Yes. Your skills are very powerful, reaching the pinnacle of alchemical technology. But I have time travel advantages! I'll directly analyse your techniques from the future! Let you see what true superiority looks like!