Jacob jumped out of the boat as fast as he could, running behind Scott.

"Then ......," he said in a vague tone, "wait...... Back at Hogwarts, how do we cope? ”

Scott didn't stop walking, and at the same time said in an emotional tone, "Oh, Jacob, I think you can do well without my advice." ”

Seeing that Scott was still unmoved, Jacob could only say sullenly, "Okay, then let's talk about it then." ”

"That's right."

Scott stopped abruptly, turned and looked down at Jacob.

"You know who came up with that nasty nickname lately, right?" He asked.

"Nickname? Oh, there's such a thing. Jacob replied, "But I've only heard about you." ”

Scott was surprised, "Isn't that damn nickname actually used by Travers to humiliate me?" ”

Jacob shook his head, "No, she'll just call you private......"

[Mudbloods.] ］

He gestured to the word with his mouth.

Scott said with a cold face, "So, who the hell gave me that damn nickname?" ”

"Do you need me to help you find out?" Jacob blinked, "Paid." ”

"What do I have to pay for this?" Scott asked curiously.

Jacob's answer immediately blurted out, "I need you to instruct me in Transfiguration." ”

Scott was about to refuse, but Jacob gestured three fingers at him.

"Three times, no less than two hours each time." He took the initiative to set limits.

Scott retracted his refusal, and nodded neatly in agreement, "It seems that you are very good at grasping the balance, okay, deal." ”

Jacob smiled happily, "I'll find out." ”

Scott was satisfied, "I'll wait for you to bring me the answer." ”

Back at the castle, Scott took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, then separated from Jacob and rushed to the Transfiguration class alone.

When he sat in the Transfiguration classroom and looked at Professor McGonagall, he realized that he had forgotten Professor McGonagall's birthday present.

He quickly remembered the date, which was October 1st, three days before Professor McGonagall's birthday.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at Professor McGonagall with a natural expression, not letting her see that she was weak.

This lesson is about turning a hedgehog into a needle pad.

Scott completed the transformation as fast as he could, and after adding 2 points to Ravenclaw, he began to think about the birthday present.

It's a pity that he still didn't come up with any good ideas until the end of class.

After dinner, Scott, who returns to his dorm, asks his three roommates to come up with ideas for him.

He first recounted the problems he faced, and then said bitterly: "The main thing is ...... Although I think I am boasting about it, I have to say that it is mainly because the birthday present I gave Professor Flitwick was amazing. ”

At this point, only Milton was present in agreement.

However, Scott didn't care about the opinions of Roger and Eddie, because he didn't think they had any artistic qualities.

He continued, "Do you think it would be perfunctory to give Professor McGonagall the same painting?" If you can't give the same painting, what gift can compare to the ingenuity of that painting? ”

Milton nodded sympathetically after hearing his distress, "You're right. ”

Then he thought seriously for Scott.

But Scott didn't want to let go of the other two absent-minded people.

He asked them, "Roger, Eddie, do you two have any good advice?" ”

"Maybe you can give a ticket to a Quidditch League? As far as I know, Professor McGonagall is obsessed with Quidditch. Oh, that's what the Gryffindor students told me. ”

Roger was uncertain at first, but the more he talked, the more confident he became.

Without thinking, Scott skimmed over his answer and turned to look at Eddie.

"Well, maybe you can give Professor McGonagall a book of jokes to make her humorous?" Eddie said seriously, "Or, just get less serious." ”

"I knew you two didn't have any good ideas." Scott turned his head in disgust.

Now he could only hope for Milton's advice.

After a while, Milton happily said to him, "I thought of it, Scott!" ”

"Thank you, Milton, for coming and listening." Scott gave an expectant look in his eyes.

"You should continue to use your artistic expertise and paint a portrait of Professor McGonagall!" Milton said.

"Or painting? But...... Portrait? Scott raised an eyebrow, "You mean portraits?" ”

Milton nodded repeatedly, "That's right. But the color of this portrait should be the same as the one you gave to Professor Flitwick. ”

Scott understood what he meant.

"In other words, combine the magic of color in the previous abstract painting with the portraiture?" He reached out and touched his chin in thought.

Milton was a little excited, "yes, I think it's a great idea!" If you can get it done, then Professor McGonagall will love it! ”

"But...... I only have two days to prepare. Scott shook his head, "Although tomorrow and the day after tomorrow happen to be the weekend, I'm afraid these two days are not enough time for me to complete such a painting." ”

"Oh! I think, you don't have to be so realistic, or can you use the impressionist approach? Again, Milton suggested.

Milton, who grew up in the wizarding world, didn't know what Impressionism was.

The magic painting techniques of the wizarding world are similar to the classical oil paintings of the twist world, both in the style of realism.

But once he saw the abstract painting Scott had given Professor Flitvy, Milton became interested in all things Muggle art.

Recently, Scott has borrowed a lot of books from him on the subject.

"Great idea!" Scott nodded in agreement.

Once again, he was amazed at Milton's ability to comprehend art.

He said gratefully, "Thank you, you saved my credibility with Professor McGonagall, Milton!" ”

"No thanks, Scott."

Milton was happy that he could help.

Scott was also excited, and he couldn't wait to pick up his brush and start painting it.

"I can't help but feel like writing right now!"

He turned and walked to his bedside, transfiguring the coat rack into an easel and placing it in front of the bedroom window, then took out a new canvas and a box of oil paint from the shape-shifting lizard's leather bag.

He had a vision in his mind of what the painting would look like when it was finished, and he used linseed oil to make the base paint.

However, the color-stained paintbrush in his hand stopped when it touched the canvas.

"That's not right." He withdrew his brush, "I shouldn't have painted like that." ”

He put down his paintbrush, stood up, and began to walk back and forth in the bedroom.

"Scott?"

At this time, the roommates all looked at him strangely.

"Let me think!" Scott stretched out his hand to silence them, "I just suddenly felt that I shouldn't paint like this, this painting must have a more suitable way to express it." ”

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