HP: The Wizard Who Paints with Magic

A golden legend!

Ethan's pupils dilated slightly, and in his vision, a faint golden glow emanated from around the painting.

Paintings were divided into four grades: White Rare, Blue Precious, Golden Legend, and Purple Epic. Using delicate and sturdy canvas, mixed pigments, along with the spells for the Door Opening Charm and the Portkey, and infusing his magic stroke by stroke, Ethan had obtained his first Golden Legend. This was also the highest-grade card he possessed to date.

(TL NOTE: I am not sure how, but here Purple is higher than Gold, maybe it's a typo from the author. If the author changes it in the future, I will come back and change it and inform you guys about it.)

[Name: The Portal]

[Type: Item]

[Grade: Tier 1 · Golden Legend]

[Description: "The cake is a lie."]

[Effect: ① When placed on other objects, it can create a passage through that object. The penetration effect is determined by the user's magic and can be used repeatedly.]

[② The painting is divided into two sides, A and B. Objects enter from side A and exit from side B. You can set the entry and exit points anywhere within a 30-meter radius. Objects entering from side A will exit from side B.]

[Note: When setting sides A and B, they must be within visible range; only one of the two effects can be active at a time.]

[Evaluation: A true portal, perhaps ultimately leading to the other side of life.]

"Wow…"

Ethan examined the description, unable to help but exclaim in admiration. He could open doors without limit. As long as his magic was sufficient, he could open the heavily guarded Gringotts door, which was said to be openable only by Goblins!

Ethan suddenly realized that if he had this card, he wouldn't need to go through Cerberus or the "boys and girls rush forward" to get the Philosopher's Stone. He could just open a door on the floor and jump down. Moreover, Ethan had a very exciting idea. Doors could be opened on any object. But what about objects other than "inorganic matter"? He definitely had to try that later…

For now, Ethan focused his attention on the second new effect—"the portal." It could teleport objects arbitrarily within a certain range. Ethan was thoughtful. He suddenly turned his head and looked at his two companions beside him. He smiled.

Michael: ???

Ethan: ^▽^

"Wait, wait, Ethan! A person cannot, at least should not—ah!" Michael suddenly stepped into thin air, as if a large pit had appeared on the smooth lawn. Darkness enveloped him as he fell downwards. However, the next second, light returned, and Michael fell onto the soft lawn from above.

"Wh-what the heck…?" Michael was dizzy from the fall. He looked up and saw Mandy, wide-eyed and shocked, not far away. What just happened?!

Mandy was stunned. Everything happened in an instant. Ethan hadn't used his wand, but two rectangular frames had appeared out of thin air on the ground and in mid-air. Then, Michael, who had fallen through the ground frame, dropped out of the mid-air frame. It was… it was just like a short-distance Apparition. But Apparition couldn't move people other than oneself and one's companion.

Mandy noticed that the oil painting Ethan had just finished on the easel was gone. In its place was a golden glowing card in his hand. Could this be another magic system, different from wand casting? Mandy's eyes gradually brightened. It was too incredible. As a member of Ravenclaw who pursued knowledge, she now felt that not only the card in Ethan's hand was glowing, but Ethan himself was glowing! Casting spells with paintings/cards is unheard of. This was absolutely the most groundbreaking invention of this century!

Just then, Mandy's pupils suddenly constricted, and she blurted out, "Watch out!"

Whoosh!

A gust of wind swept past. Ethan narrowed his eyes, feeling his dark hair lift as grass and dust swept across his face from above. He looked up and saw Harry Potter on a broomstick, holding a transparent orb in his hand.

"S-sorry, Ethan!" Harry said breathlessly, his tone filled with uncontrollable excitement. "Malfoy snatched Neville's Remembrall and threw it towards you."

Oh, it's this plot point. Ethan understood. Harry was about to be discovered as a talented Seeker, thus beginning Gryffindor's overpowered path in Quidditch. Although he remembered this plot point, Ethan felt it had nothing to do with him. He had even deliberately sat a bit further away. He didn't expect the fated ball would still hit him. Ethan stood up, his hand loosely gripping his wand in his robes.

He turned his head and watched Malfoy leading a host of Slytherin students, swaggering across the lawn toward him. Their tense demeanor suggested they weren't just coming to retrieve the Remembrall.

Harry's smile faded, and he lowered his broom, looking nervously at Malfoy. Mandy, Ron, and the Gryffindor students all ran over, gathering around Ethan. Even Michael quickly scrambled up, gripping his wand tightly, and stood at the front.

In just a few breaths, the red and three blue figures stood opposite the dark green, clearly separated. It was as if these young wizards would charge forward the moment their commander gave the order.

Ethan playfully fiddled with the golden card, Malfoy's pale face reflected in his cobalt-blue eyes.

"Go, Draco, you'll definitely win," Pansy whispered, poking Malfoy's arm.

"...Vin, cough." Malfoy choked, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. He forced himself to meet those cold eyes full of mockery and said as firmly as possible, "Vincent, I challenge you to a formal duel."

"Oh?" Ethan raised an eyebrow. Not running away, but approaching me? Interesting.

"I accept your challenge, Mr. Malfoy," Ethan replied calmly, then turned to his companions. "My assistant… Harry, would you be my dueling assistant?"

Being called upon, even if he didn't know what a "dueling assistant" was, Harry wouldn't say no. It was a joke, not to mention how much Ethan had helped him. Striking at Malfoy was a duty!

"Hmph, then Crabbe it is," Malfoy said, surprised that Ethan actually knew the dueling rules. Indeed, he wasn't an ordinary Mudblood… But no matter what. His father had already warned him. Today, he had to defend the honor of House Malfoy in front of everyone. Otherwise… he probably wouldn't be able to go home this Christmas. How embarrassing. Thinking of this, Malfoy shivered. It's fine.

Malfoy looked at Ethan, who was standing a dozen meters in front of him. At this distance, Ethan couldn't use that evil magic! He remembered very clearly that Ethan had shaken his hand first, and then his hand had developed a rash! As long as he kept his distance, there was nothing to fear. In any case, his father had also taught him a few "harmless" minor curses. They would definitely be enough to deal with peers, even Ethan. Not only that, Malfoy quickly glanced behind him. Once they found an opening, his cronies would help him cast spells. As long as they knocked Ethan flying, who cared if it violated the rules! Malfoy had made thorough preparations for this duel. As long as he wasn't defeated right at the start, he was sure to win! He would win!

"We should bow first." Ethan smiled, raised his wand, and gave a very elegant, slight bow.

At this moment, Harry suddenly noticed that Ethan was holding his wand in his left hand. Huh? Was Ethan left-handed? He didn't remember that…

Malfoy didn't notice this small detail. He pursed his lips in annoyance, nodded perfunctorily, and shouted, "Three, two, one, Leg-Locker—!"

Bang!

Everything happened in an instant. With a heavy thud, Malfoy, who had just started chanting a spell, was sent flying! He fell onto the lawn, instinctively struggled twice, but couldn't push himself up. A stream of nosebleed trickled down his pale face. The left side of his face rapidly swelled, becoming like a steamed bun. He began to cry miserably on the ground. Malfoy, unable to get up again!

Including his allies, the students who witnessed the entire process were stunned. Wh-what happened?! It's over already??! They stared in astonishment at the spot where Malfoy had just stood.

In mid-air, a fist stood suspended out of nowhere! It extended from a strange rectangular door frame, and on the other side, Ethan's arm was similarly half-submerged within it.

[Painting · The Portal has been used!]

Ethan looked at his fist that had appeared in front of him, casually shook it, and didn't feel any sense of "disembodiment" himself. The principle was simple. Set the portal entrance beside himself and put his arm into it… Then set the exit next to Malfoy's face. Objects entering from the entrance, regardless of position or movement, would be replicated exactly at the exit. Therefore, even if Ethan didn't move an inch and just punched in place, he could still heavily strike Malfoy's face a dozen meters away.

In the dead silence, Ethan's eyes darted to the dumbfounded "lucky" Crabbe—Malfoy's chosen dueling assistant. He smiled kindly:

"Your turn."

—Magic, isn't it wonderful?

(End of Chapter)

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