Feeling the cold, hard weight on his shoulder.
His neck bristled, hairs standing on end from the sharp edge so close.
Snape looked up at Ethan, who was staring down at him like a king.
His face twitched involuntarily.
After teaching for so many years,
Ethan was the only student who completely disregarded the title "Professor."
Hmm.
He probably didn't even see him as a person.
For that glimmer of hope,
Snape gritted his teeth, suppressing a belly full of anger, and said hoarsely:
"Yes. I will be at your beck and call from now on."
That should be enough, right? Just as Snape thought this,
A hand reached out into his vision.
He looked up and met Ethan's smiling face:
"Make an Unbreakable Vow."
Snape:
Like a volcanic eruption, Snape's anger gushed out!
He stood up in a rage!
He growled, "Don't push your luck—
"Ding."
A barely audible click.
The sharp sword resting on Snape's neck pressed against it.
The extreme coldness invaded his skin and bones, and the sharp edge pressed against his carotid artery.
It felt as if the slightest movement would slice it smoothly.
Snape froze.
The anger on his face solidified.
His body was stuck in an awkward half-crouching position, unable to stand up.
Like a glitching electric little black boy.
Ethan looked curiously at Professor Snape, who had suddenly taken a horse stance.
He laughed:
"Haha, why do you look like you've seen Lily? Bet she'd say you're pulling a face only a troll could love—greasy and grim!"
Snape:!!!
Threat! This must be a naked threat!!
Hinting that if he didn't make the vow, he would never be able to see Lily... Snape stared deeply at Ethan.
At this moment, in his eyes,
Ethan's smile was so evil.
His whole body exuded a powerful and profound aura!
Being stared at by those cobalt blue eyes felt like being targeted by a top predator in the food chain.
It sent shivers down Snape's spine.
Snape slowly lowered himself again.
Looking at Ethan, he gave a laugh:
"You win, you cold and heartless person."
Ethan:?
Role-playing, quite immersive.
Hands clasped together.
Under Headmaster Dumbledore's witness, Professor Snape became Ethan's House-elf (not really).
"...You must not lie to me, you must not scheme against me, you must not disobey my orders."
Ethan looked down as golden threads wrapped around the big-nosed Professor Snape's wrist.
He curled his lips in pleasure.
[You have acquired the legendary Wizard "Potion Master" Severus Snape!]
[Light brightness increased]
[Your understanding of Potions has deepened]
[You will be able to understand the intrinsic properties of materials, hear their gurgling as they blend in the cauldron... create new Potions]
A spark of inspiration lit up in Ethan's mind.
Like illuminating a corner of a dark star map.
Suddenly,
Ethan had a new understanding of the familiar Potions he had made before.
If before he had simply followed steps to make them,
Now, Ethan understood "why" it had to be done that way.
As if by divine inspiration,
Ethan blurted out: "The Wolfsbane Potion cannot completely cure Werewolves—because it lacks a powerful healing ingredient!"
Just like Mr. Black's failed ritual.
While the Werewolf bloodline is stripped away, it also harms the soul and body.
Just as roots deeply embedded in the soil are bound to damage the soil when pulled out.
Ethan's two-headed wolf painting, which could absorb curses and bloodline power, also couldn't completely cure Werewolves.
Professor Snape raised an eyebrow slightly.
A hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes as he looked at Ethan.
He nodded and said, "That's right."
"Unfortunately, no such potent extraordinary material has been found."
"There is a flower called 'Evening Primrose' that only blooms in the hands of pure maidens. It possesses extremely strong sacred power."
"It is considered the most suitable material for curing Werewolves."
"However," Snape's lips curled into a malicious arc, "due to human greed, this flower was harvested to extinction over a hundred years ago."
"What's more, the flower alone isn't enough; it must be combined with powerful magic spells."
Upon hearing this,
Ethan's eyes flickered.
Extinct a hundred years ago?
What about in 1612?
Sacred power, it sounded very compatible with him.
Indeed.
This final battle going back to the past was quite worth fighting!
Ethan's heart surged.
He wished he could immediately travel back in time, kick the Goblins, and take all the precious power and resources!
"Hehehe~"
Ethan let out a righteous laugh.
He suddenly came back to his senses, wiping non-existent drool from the corner of his mouth.
His gaze burned as he looked at Professor Snape:
"Little Snape, your chance to show off has arrived~"
Professor Snape:
An ominous premonition emerged.
Ethan: "Go brew me enough Felix Felicis for at least an army."
The luck needed for battle, wasn't that easily solved?
I'm such a little genius! Snape:??
He exclaimed, "An army—no, what do you need it for?!"
It can't be.
Even for Ethan, starting a revolution now was a bit too early. Ethan: "I'm going to war."
Professor Snape: (Mouth)??!!!
He's been recruited into the Dark Lord's army again, hasn't he?!
He hadn't even escaped the last predicament and now he's fallen into the hands of the evil giant octopus!
Headmaster Dumbledore, the greatest White Wizard of this century.
Why aren't you stopping Ethan?
Are you just watching?!
Snape looked at Ethan, who was demanding a massive amount of Felix Felicis and was even more outrageous than Lord Voldemort.
He only felt that the future was bleak.
Is it still too late to quit the organization now?
The next day.
Morning, Great Hall.
All the students knew that last night was the full moon and about Ethan and Snape's wager.
They excitedly looked at the Ravenclaw hourglass—no change.
They then assumed that Ethan had lost.
Hermione clasped her hands, lamenting, "Merlin!
"Perhaps while we were sound asleep last night, Professor Snape was cruelly humiliating Ethan, and maybe even forced Ethan to sign an unequal treaty—!"
Harry: "...—"
"Well, Professor Snape, although annoying, isn't some devil from hell trying to boost his performance, so he probably wouldn't do that—…."
Ron: "You'd better take care of your stupid cat first! Don't let it touch my Scabbers again!"
Just then,
The Great Hall doors were pushed open.
Professor Snape swept into the Great Hall like a black whirlwind.
Inside the Great Hall, silence immediately fell.
Countless eyes watched Professor Snape stride towards the podium.
His lips were tightly pressed, his face ashen.
It was as if he was fleeing something.
Behind him,
Ethan's figure appeared.
Ethan, who everyone thought had "lost the wager,"
Now, a smile was on his face.
A glimmer of hope rose in Hermione's eyes, and she murmured:
"Could it be that Ethan won? But turning a Werewolf back into a human—that's impossible."
Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind:
"Nothing is impossible, you know."
?!
Hermione jolted!
She thought it was a ghost.
She turned around and found it was Ravenclaw's "Loony Lovegood."
Luna looked at her with a smile.
On her fair face, that dreamy expression still lingered,
She said in an ethereal and distant tone: "Ethan wouldn't say he can't do something."
Hermione frowned.
Just as she was about to retort, she heard Professor Snape speak from the podium:
"I wish to apologize for my previous misunderstanding of Mr. Ethan Vincent."
His tone was low and hoarse.
However, it was clearly heard by everyone.
Hermione: ∑ (°ロ°)
She gasped.
She looked at Professor Snape on the stage in disbelief!
However, Professor Snape didn't say much more.
After adding eighty points to Ravenclaw in one breath, he left the stage with a sigh of relief.
But the shock he left in the Great Hall
Only increased!
That nose-in-the-air Head of Slytherin, Professor Snape!
He actually apologized to a student???
Is this, is this even real?!
"I told you Ethan could succeed~"
Luna's cheerful voice reached the stunned Hermione's ears.
After speaking, she skipped away.
She was in a very good mood.
Hermione froze for a few seconds, then her cheeks gradually burned.
She bent down and covered her face.
She felt a warm current, mixed with shame and admiration, gradually rising in her chest.
On the other side,
The Slytherin students, however, exchanged surprised and cautious glances.
Did Ethan really manage to turn a Werewolf back into a human?
Did the Ministry of Magic know?
No.
They definitely didn't know.
Because,
If one possessed the ability to cure Werewolves, it meant gaining the support of an entire dangerous group.
The corrupt and rigid Ministry of Magic would never allow even the slightest threat to exist.
"No wonder Professor Snape's words were so vague—there's a lot of room for interpretation there."
"After all, once Ethan's strength is exposed, he will inevitably be suppressed by the Ministry of Magic in every way—"
"Ethan and the Ministry of Magic, huh—I wonder how the situation will develop—"
Malfoy chuckled when he heard this.
Of course, you choose Ethan, idiots.
While there's still a choice.
Professor Snape stepped down.
Ethan stepped up.
He smoothly and effortlessly ignored the Principal and the other Professors.
He walked onto the podium in a grand manner.
The Great Hall, noisy from the explosive news, quickly quieted down.
Eyes fixed on Ethan behind the owl lectern.
They held their breath, listening.
Ethan looked around.
He curled his lips and said in a deep voice:
"Gentlemen, I have good news to share with everyone!"
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