Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

They were eagerly hoping that the tavern owner would step forward, because after all, this was an official of the auction house.

But the bar owner hadn't said a word from the moment the red mist appeared until now; it was as if this person didn't even exist.

As the sounds of various colliding spells began to die down, the blood-red mist also began to dissipate.

Ethan also closed Nibelungen at this time.

He had just harvested more than a dozen spiritual bodies, and their quality was not bad.

This blood-red mist was a modified version of the elective spell 'Ethereal Mist' from the last school year.

The normal Ethereal Mist is a white mist that obscures vision and is used to hide one's tracks.

But Ethan was able to use a liquid to speed up this process, and could also directly change it to black; he used liquor just now.

As the blood-red mist completely dissipated, the people in the bar, who were holding up their wands in battle stances, finally saw the tragic situation at the door.

Blood and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground, and there were hardly any complete corpses to be seen; moreover, the wands and the alchemical items on their bodies were gone, as if they had been looted.

Only at this time did the owner crawl out from under the counter, glance at the scene, not even look at Ethan's side, and continue to wipe the glass in his hand, as if nothing had happened.

A group of people in black robes suddenly came from outside the door, sized up the situation, didn't say much, and immediately began to clean up the scene.

After a few breaths, the bloodstains and severed limbs at the door were cleared away, and the broken tables, chairs, benches, walls, and doors were also repaired; after doing all this, they left without looking back.

This kind of thing was common here; among the corpses on the ground just now, there were many familiar faces, all locals who made a living this way, targeting the fat sheep who came from out of town, and after the auction ended, they would attack the fat sheep they had chosen.

Now, they had obviously kicked a steel plate, resulting in total annihilation.

But as long as it wouldn't affect the upcoming auction, they wouldn't interfere; after these dregs died, it would free up a lot of resources.

However, they still had to tell the boss that there were ruthless characters among the guests this time.

Ethan glanced at this group of people and knew that they were a professional cleanup team.

Although the fighting had subsided, the guests who had come to participate in the auction were obviously still not calm.

Some looked around warily, returned to their seats, and sat down, but dared not drink the wine.

Others adopted a defensive posture and left on the spot, not planning to participate in the upcoming auction, but whether they could really leave was something no one could guarantee.

At the same time, the atmosphere at the scene was even more oppressive.

Before, there was still some quiet conversation, as well as the clinking of glasses and the sound of drinking; now, there was really nothing. Everyone sat silently in their seats, and besides looking at their companions, they looked at everyone else with extra caution and vigilance.

Lucius looked at the empty wine glass in front of him, and his heart was also filled with chills.

So this is what it means to have methods that are not as cruel as Voldemort, and to be low-key enough, huh!

Just because they were glanced at with ill-intent, they sent all of them to the west; this heart is even smaller than Voldemort's.

The outside world's perception of Ethan, the Mind Flayer, really only sees the surface.

And Lucius also knew that everything that had just happened must have been the work of Ethan using the Imperius Curse; after all, the Mind Flayer's debut battle was famous for relying on the Imperius Curse.

But he had been by Ethan's side the whole time, and he really hadn't noticed any traces of Ethan casting a spell, except for the magic he cast on the wine after sitting down.

It was as if he really could, as his nickname suggested, control other people's minds silently.

Regarding this point, Lucius dared to guarantee that even Voldemort's understanding of the Imperius Curse could not possibly be better than Ethan's.

Just thinking that this was someone the same age as his son, Lucius had the idea of going home and hanging Draco up to beat him.

The difference is even greater than between a human and a dog.

Nothing else happened during the next little while; those locals who had been unscrupulously sizing up the guests, as if they were sizing up lambs to be slaughtered, didn't come.

They were all guests who were preparing to participate in the auction later, wearing large black cloaks to conceal their faces.

The time came to ten o'clock at night.

The door on one side of the tavern was opened on time, and six people wearing the same wizard robes as the cleanup crew stood at the door.

"Distinguished guests participating in the auction, you may now enter!"

As they spoke, they stood in a line, making way for the path in the middle.

As soon as they appeared, someone immediately stepped forward to prepare to enter.

After handing over an invitation letter identical to the one in Lucius's hand to these black-robed people, the black-robed people simply distinguished the authenticity and did not conduct any identity verification, directly nodding and letting the person in.

Obviously, it didn't matter what the identity of the person was; as long as they had an invitation letter, they could enter, and there was no need to pay attention to who was going in.

Ethan and his group also came to the black-robed people at this time.

Lucius handed over the invitation letter, and the two black-robed people in front sized up Ethan's group a few times before nodding.

After Ethan and the others walked in, a young witch immediately greeted them and made a gesture of invitation.

Following behind the witch, Ethan and his group walked down the corridor all the way, and soon arrived at the location.

Here, there were all enclosed-style boxes; she opened the door of a box labeled '77', signaling Ethan and the others to enter.

After Ethan and the others entered, the witch closed the door and explained the auction rules to Ethan and the others.

For auction bids, there is a small golden bell next to you; after pressing it, you can use the golden microphone next to you to bid.

Each bid must be increased by at least one hundred Galleons.

Transactions are completed on the spot.

After the auction is successful, someone will bring the auctioned item up immediately and collect the Galleons.

Finally, there were some warning matters and the like.

After speaking, the witch turned and left, not staying in the box for long; there were no service personnel here either.

Ethan also sized up the situation inside the box.

The space was still relatively large; Ethan, the three of them, plus the seven ghouls, seemed relatively spacious here.

The back was all a rest area, with matching sofas, coffee tables, fruit plates, and so on; there was also a wine cabinet next to it, filled with red wine and champagne.

At the very front was a large glass window, facing the outside auction hall. Golden bells and a microphone were there, along with three sofas for convenient seating during the auction.

Walking to the glass wall, I saw many people in black clothes shuttling back and forth below, clearly in preparation for the auction.

[Thank you, Big Boss, for the monthly ticket from 'No one loves me, so I'll love myself'! Thank you, Big Boss!].

Chapter 189: Auction Begins

"Distinguished guests, hello!"

"I am very grateful to everyone for coming here to participate in this auction. It's still me, your old friend Douglas, hosting this auction."

Just as Ethan was leaning on the sofa, listlessly flipping through the magic books he had brought from home, the auction stage below finally had some movement.

The black-clothed people who had been coming and going disappeared, and on the red stage that had been set up, a thirty-year-old white youth, wearing a well-fitting tuxedo, stood smiling on the auction stage.

In front of him was a black table, on which was placed a golden anvil and a small hammer made of pure gold.

"Today's auction will definitely not disappoint everyone."

"First, let me introduce the first auction item!"

As the host's voice fell, a scantily clad witch walked onto the stage from below, carrying a tray in her hands.

The tray was covered with a red cloth, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"Rocket Broom, the latest product from the British wizarding world's flying broom company, only a few people can obtain it through ordering."

"As the latest high-speed flying broom, it adopts a streamlined design, high-quality ash wood handle, diamond polishing, registered number hand-engraved, and each carefully selected birch branch at the tail of the broom is ground into a streamlined shape, giving the broom unparalleled balance and exquisite accuracy. It can accelerate from standstill to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds and embodies magical braking power."

While the host introduced it, he lifted the red cloth, showing everyone this rather gorgeous and impressive flying broom.

Ethan was very familiar with the Rocket Broom. Yesterday, Ethan had sent a Firebolt as a Christmas gift to Cho Chang, costing five thousand Galleons.

He didn't expect that this thing would be auctioned here, and he didn't know if there was a market for it.

Anyway, in Britain, as long as you have Galleons, you can order it at any time. It just takes a little longer. Ethan waited almost three months to get it.

"Rocket Broom, starting price 5,000 Galleons!"

The host showed the Rocket Broom in his hand and signaled that the auction had officially begun.

"Five thousand five hundred Galleons!"

"Five thousand seven hundred Galleons!"

......

"Seven thousand one hundred Galleons!"

"Box number 131 offers seven thousand one hundred Galleons, is there a higher bid?"

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

"Congratulations to Box number 131 for winning the first item."

With the fall of the third golden hammer, the first auction item was settled.

Ethan felt a little unbelievable sitting in the box. This money was too easy to earn!

A premium of two thousand one hundred Galleons for a Rocket Broom.

Even when the Rocket Broom first came out, it wouldn't cost so much to ask someone to buy it on your behalf.

According to the Ministry of Magic's salary, taking Arthur Weasley, the head of the office, as an example, he wouldn't have two thousand one hundred Galleons even after working for two years plus bonuses.

Next, some special products from various countries were sold, including flying carpets from West Asia, but Britain does not allow the use of these flying vehicles.

In terms of speed, flying carpets are definitely not as good as flying brooms, but in terms of comfort, flying carpets definitely beat flying brooms.

In terms of popularity, flying brooms are even better. After all, many regions in the wizarding world have Quidditch sports and Quidditch teams, and you must have a flying broom to play Quidditch.

On this point alone, the popularity of flying brooms far exceeds other flying tools.

More than a dozen auction items have passed, and Ethan has not made a bid once.

Lucius and Tom were also not interested in these auction items.

"Next is the auction of potions. The first to appear is Felix Felicis!"

As the host's voice fell, a witch walked onto the stage holding a red tray. On the tray was a transparent glass bottle filled with golden liquid.

Ethan immediately perked up. Ethan naturally knew the effects of Felix Felicis.

It is known as the luck potion, it will bring you good luck, and within the duration, you will find that whatever you do will succeed.

But it is forbidden to use in many competitions and assessments.

And you can't take too much, otherwise, you will have dizziness and be reckless and arrogant during the potion's duration.

Because the production process is too complicated and the time is quite long, Ethan did not make it after getting the recipe.

Bruno did try it twice, but both ended in failure, and he wasted a lot of potion materials.

So far, Ethan has never taken Felix Felicis, nor has he obtained it.

Of course, with Ethan's current connections, he can buy it if he wants to. After all, there are still a few potion masters in Britain who can configure Felix Felicis.

This Felix Felicis probably won't be useful for the system's rewards, but it may be useful for magical experiments or other things later.

Ethan immediately decided to take it down.

"This bottle of Felix Felicis has five ounces, starting price of 10,000 Galleons!"

The host raised the Felix Felicis in his hand to show it around before putting it down, signaling that the auction had officially begun.

"Thirteen thousand Galleons!"

"Eighteen thousand Galleons!"

The speed of price soaring this time was faster than ever!

But Ethan, sitting in the box, smiled disdainfully. This amount of Felix Felicis is worth at least 30,000 Galleons or more. Are these people bidding so fiercely trying to find a bargain?

But it is estimated that there is not likely to be a bargain here.

One ounce is 29.57 milliliters, and the best choice for taking Felix Felicis once is three milliliters. Now that there are five ounces of Felix Felicis, you should know how many times this can be taken, how can the price be low.

"Thirty-five thousand Galleons!"

"Box number 19 offers thirty-five thousand Galleons, is there no higher bid!"

The host knocked the golden hammer below and shouted loudly at the various boxes above.