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Ethan's Gwent Plan

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He didn't know when it started; the Leaky Cauldron had become a carnival.

People toasted Ethan one cup at a time, and Ethan poured all the drinks into his mouth.

After a while, Ethan was drunk and danced happily in the bar under the strength of the wine.

Ethan's enthusiastic and unrestrained dance won unanimous praise from everyone.

With everyone's applause and encouragement, Ethan danced more vigorously; his feet kicked rhythmically on the floor of the Leaky Cauldron, making an excellent sound.

This peculiar dance aroused the wizards' interest, and they imitated Ethan's dance while drunk.

It didn't take long for the messy and loud dance steps to emerge from the Leaky Cauldron Bar, which caused passers-by on the street to look at the bar curiously.

The carnival continued until midnight, when the drinkers' family members angrily came to the door, and it gradually stopped.

The next day, Ethan woke faintly on the bed in the Leaky Cauldron's guest room.

Ethan frowned, his head hurting like a knife as if someone had opened a blender in his head.

Just sitting up, Ethan couldn't hold back and vomited on the ground, and the room was suddenly filled with the stench of alcohol mixed with gastric juice.

Ethan rubbed his temples wearily. He opened the window to let the fresh air blow into the room.

He took out his wand, cleaned his room with a whirlwind and a new clean, and started getting dressed.

Ethan couldn't find his tie. He searched every corner of the room but couldn't find it. Finally, he saw the tie tied to his head through the mirror.

Ethan left his room by removing the tie from his head, tying it around his neck again, and taking care of his clothes.

"Mr. Ethan, you're up!" Tom greeted Ethan warmly.

Ethan was surprised to find that the environment of the Leaky Cauldron was very different. The tables that were initially placed in the store were stacked in the corner of the store.

It left ample open space for the initially small shop.

"Last night was so much fun," Tom said with a nostalgic smile.

Tom sold almost all the wine in the bar last night, so he was in a perfect mood.

"Mr. Ethan, do you want some hangover potion?" Tom enthusiastically put a small potion on the bar.

"Thank you, Tom." Tom saved Ethan's life. Ethan picked up the hangover medicine and drank it with his head held high.

A warm feeling enveloped his body, and the dizzying sense of soreness disappeared like a tide.

Ethan stretched his limbs, and all the joints in his body made a crackling sound.

"I'm going out, Tom," Ethan greeted Tom and went to Diagon Alley.

He went to the Slug & Jiggers Apothecary first and bought the potion.

The entrance of the Apothecary was filled with potions, flowers, and plants. The colorful look pleased the eye and quickly drew other wizards into the shop.

But the atmosphere in the store could have been better. The smell was unpleasant, like a mixture of rotten eggs, rotten vegetables, and broken seafood.

A row of barrels of viscous material was on the shop floor, and the bluish-brown liquid in each barrel exuded an unpleasant smell. Looking at the color inside, Ethan thought of the Gump's-aged wine he drank last night.

This made Ethan start to have some nausea again.

Ethan quickly diverted his attention to other things in the Apothecary to divert his attention in case he spit it out in the store.

Jars of powders and herbs were against the wall, and colorful bundles of feathers, fangs, and claws hung from the ceiling.

Ethan bought several potions at the Apothecary, some mandrake leaves, special dew, and the pupae of a few grimace hawkmoths.

Ethan intends to take advantage of this holiday to complete the transformation of Animagus, and he is also a little curious about what his Animagus-transformed animal will be.

After purchasing the potion, Ethan wandered around Diagon Alley again, replenishing his stockpile of cockroach piles.

He went to Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour, bought chocolate-flavored ice cream, and finally bought a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Ethan bought the Daily Prophet because he saw the headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Ministry of Magic staff member Arthur Weasley, director of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, has received the Daily Prophet's Galleon of the Year award.

These few bold black fonts are printed on the newspaper's front page.

An elated Mr Weasley told the Daily Prophet: "We're going to spend the money on a summer trip to Egypt. Our eldest son Bill is in Egypt doing spell-breaking work for Gringotts Magic Bank."

The Weasleys will be in Egypt for a month, returning before the start of Hogwarts school, where five of the Weasleys are currently attending.

A photo was also printed on the daily newspaper's front page. He saw nine Weasleys standing in front of the pyramid, all waving vigorously.

They wore unique local clothes, and everyone smiled and looked happy.

Ethan didn't quite understand the thoughts of the Weasley family. The Weasley family's life was tough.

But they would rather travel with the bonus than use the money to improve their living conditions.

You must know that at this time, the Weasley children were still using their older brothers' old books and old robes.

Of course, this is the Weasley family's decision, and Ethan has no right to interfere.

After reading this paper, what bothered Ethan was that Sirius Black would soon escape Azkaban.

This would be a significant event in the wizarding world that has been quiet for many years after the Second Wizarding War.

Ethan was the head of the current Ministry of Magic's Magical Crisis Response Team, so he would be involved in this matter.

Ethan naturally knew the truth about Sirius Black's wrongful imprisonment and Peter Pettigrew's lurking around Ron and turning into a rat-spotted star.

Ethan is trying to figure out a way to get the better of this.

After shopping, Ethan returned to the Leaky Cauldron, where the business had always been deserted in the morning.

Tom sat behind the bar, wiping his glasses in boredom; Ethan ordered breakfast and sat on the bar while eating and chatting with Tom.

Ethan had a rare leisure time during this time, and he could use this time to conduct academic research and learn spells.

So Ethan chose one

"Do you Want a handful of Gwent cards, Tom?" Ethan took a handful of Gwent cards from his bag and showed them to Tom.

"What is this? How do you play it?" The wizarding world has few board and card games, and Tom quickly became interested in this colorful and delicate card. Ethan introduced Tom to the basic gameplay of Gwent, and by playing two demo games with Tom, Tom quickly became familiar with the rules.

The battle with Ethan was in full swing, and the Gwent card was a weapon to kill time. The two quickly played until the afternoon.

"Ethan, this is fun," Tom said excitedly.

"But these fictional characters are tough to remember." Tom frowned.

"I don't know who is who."

Tom's words suddenly inspired Ethan, and he could create a set of Gwent cards belonging to this world.

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