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[HP:Failed Art Student]-Chapter 82: The Battle Royale in the Mansion Begins!
🕑 Added 2025-08-25 14:12:51 +0000 UTCWhat... what exactly is going on?!
Why is a first-year wizard from Hogwarts showing up there?!
These were the thoughts racing through everyone's minds.
"So, we're not first after all..."
Noah said, stunned.
That short sentence dealt a critical blow to Krum, the captain beside him.
Krum glared at the figure standing on the third floor, looking down at them.
He gritted his teeth, feeling his face gradually flush with heat.
The more arrogant he had been, the more ashamed he felt now.
It turned out that this first-year wizard from Hogwarts had already arrived at the mansion long before him.
And had ample time to set everything up.
No wonder he always felt targeted by this house...
It turned out he had been belittling someone right in front of them the whole time.
After the challenge, he should apologize to this wizard, Krum thought.
But before that, he had to get the Portkey and secure a ranking!
He looked at Ethan, his eyes still filled with the determination to win.
The Ravenclaw and Gryffindor teams.
Penelope looked up, mouth agape, the shock in her heart utterly indescribable!
She gazed at the dazzling figure, bathed in all the lights, her mind a blank.
Why was Ethan Vincent there?
Did he really reach the mansion all by himself?
Countless questions flooded her mind, making Penelope feel dizzy.
It was as if the scene from the school tryouts was replaying before her eyes.
Just then.
A choked sob, as if a throat was being squeezed, came from beside her.
"Gulp, gurgle...!"
Penelope turned her head and saw Sean Mike from her team looking as if he was about to faint.
His eyes were wide open, his face ashen, and his muscles were taut.
His teeth were clenched, uncontrollably clattering together, making a grinding sound.
He was utterly terrified.
It was as if Ethan's mere appearance made Sean see the most terrifying nightmare of his life.
Penelope: "Sean, if you can't do it, just withdraw. I'm afraid you'll die in front of me—"
Before she could finish.
A beast-like shriek suddenly erupted!
"Ahhh—!!!"
?!
Everyone’s hearts violently leaped, almost jumping out of their chests.
They looked angrily at the suddenly roaring Hogwarts youth.
Hamburg Carrow clawed at his face, his bloodshot eyelids turned inside out, almost exposing his entire eyeballs.
He looked extremely disturbing.
He glared at Ethan, screaming with spittle flying: "Impossible! How could you possibly have reached the mansion successfully?! How could that kind of monster, that kind of monster obey you?!"
"Hahaha! You’re lying to me! This is an illusion, right?!"
Ethan looked down at the jumping contestant, recalling carefully.
He tilted his head and asked sincerely:
"I’m sorry. But do I know you?"
Who is this dark monkey?
Truly unfamiliar.
As his words fell.
As if a pause button had been pressed, Hamburg Carrow’s voice suddenly caught, and he stared blankly at Ethan.
Gemma Farley:
She closed her eyes, unable to bear watching.
Too much of a clown.
She raised her hand and cast Stupefy on Hamburg Carrow.
"Thud."
Hamburg Carrow’s body hit the ground, falling into a baby-like sleep.
He was disgustedly kicked aside by Gemma, like unrecyclable trash.
Penelope, who witnessed the whole process:
Suddenly felt that Sean’s psychological endurance was actually quite good.
"Clap clap."
Ethan clapped his hands, drawing everyone’s attention back.
He swept his gaze over them with loving and tolerant eyes, pressed his hands down, and said:
"I know you’re very excited. But don’t get too excited too soon, the real show has just begun."
Everyone: “
They thought they were already in hell, but little did they know the torment had not yet begun.
In everyone’s sight.
Ethan propped his hands on the railing, leaned forward, and said to the people below with deep regret:
"I am deeply saddened to see the organizers make the competition so boring."
"How can such a simple competition be worthy of all of you who have undergone years of hard training?"
His voice echoed in the empty mansion.
Deafening and righteous.
Krum turned his head and asked confusedly:
"Is this kid the organizer? Is this part of the process?"
"Did Hogwarts rig it?"
Krum still didn’t believe it:
How did Ethan manage to reach the mansion so quickly, all by himself?
A moment of silence.
The Hogwarts contestants’ faces were expressionless, their mouths harder to open than a clam shell.
Finally, the kind Ravenclaw senior, Penelope, spoke helplessly:
"I think… there shouldn’t be. This is probably just something this kid did himself."
"Otherwise, we’re also from Hogwarts, so why is he the only one standing up there?"
Krum said bluntly: "Because you’re too weak."
,
Penelope put on a fake smile.
Brother, there’s a reason you’re being targeted.
"But, don’t worry! I have prepared brand new rules, a brand new challenge mode for you all!"
A loud shout made everyone flinch.
Ethan enthusiastically raised his fist, forcefully punching the air twice as he spoke.
His black hair flew, and he looked radiant, like a god descending!
Instinctively.
A premonition of ill omen rose in Penelope’s heart.
Ethan: "I’ve decided to host a Mansion Deathmatch game."
He waved a hand, holding it out to his side as if introducing guests.
The next second.
"Roar—!!!"
That three-headed monster that made everyone’s heart palpitate, leaped out again!
It instantly filled the third-floor corridor, its heads pressed against the ceiling, roaring irritably.
Compared to it, Ethan seemed so small and slender.
But Cerberus squatted restlessly and obediently beside him.
It didn’t pounce, only stared at them hungrily with its six orange-yellow, lightbulb-like eyes.
"I’ll give you half an hour to evade Cerberus’s pursuit."
"Whoever can remain conscious in this mansion until the end will get the Portkey—
"And by the way."
Ethan raised his hand, shaking his leather pouch.
"All the Portkeys are with me."
"Of course, if you find a Portkey I missed, you can naturally teleport away and claim your ranking and honor."
"Other than that."
"If you can defeat me and snatch the leather pouch, you win, and I will admit I’m not as skilled."
"Any other questions?"
After speaking.
Ethan waited patiently for a moment.
He looked down at the faces below, some dazed, some thoughtful, some full of fighting spirit.
He grinned widely, immensely pleased.
Ethan spread his arms and slowly announced:
"Then, let the game begin."
As soon as his voice fell.
Krum pounced like a fierce tiger, heading straight for the stairs!
Wild battle intent, like a beast hunting, erupted in his eyes!
He wanted to go straight for Ethan and snatch the Portkey!
Perhaps he couldn’t handle that three-headed monster himself.
But Ethan, Krum was confident he could take down!
Just then.
The sky suddenly turned red.
"Uh!"
Krum frowned, stopping with a pained expression.
He looked down and saw red rashes appearing one after another on his arm, which was illuminated by the red light.
He turned his head and looked out the window beside him.
His gaze met a gigantic eyeball.
Like a descending moon, it stared at them through the glass with its tunnel-like black pupils.
【Fusion Artwork: Growing Crimson Fruit (broomstick rash + Eye of the Door)】
【Grade: Blue Precious】
【Description: Pop pop, fruit emerges; pop pop, fruit grows; pop pop, fruit bursts—this is the short life of a fruit】
【Effect: Eyeball enlarges, field of vision turns red, flesh illuminated by red light (vision) will break out in red rashes, causing unbearable pain and itching. If continuously illuminated, severe cases may result in loss of mobility】
【Evaluation: Looks terrifying, and is indeed terrifying. But because it has no curse effect, its grade is not high】
"I said there’s Cerberus, but I didn’t say there’s ‘only’ Cerberus, you know."
Ethan smiled, looking at Krum on the stairs from afar.
He opened his mouth, forming words clearly, syllable by syllable:
Weak, chicken.
Bang!
Krum felt the vein on his forehead violently burst!
