That night, Scott never worked on the painting.

Obviously, he felt that there was a better way to express himself, but he couldn't think of it for a while, and this feeling made him uncomfortable.

So he woke up early the next day.

When he had washed up and changed his clothes, he sat down in front of the window and sat dryly in front of the blank canvas for a long time.

Before he knew it, the morning light pierced through the mist and shone on his face through the glass window.

Scott came back to his senses and saw that his roommates were still sleeping and left the dormitory alone.

He decided to go out for a walk and change his mood.

When he came to the common room, he saw Luna, who was wearing a nightdress, sitting on the windowsill with her knees crossed, looking out the window in a daze.

Scott walked over to greet her.

"Good morning, Luna."

Luna turned her head slowly, and smiled in a trance-like expression when she saw Scott.

"Good morning, Scott." She waved her hand slightly.

"Every time I see you in the break room, I'm sitting here." Scott said.

He walked over to the window and looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, where Luna had been looking.

He asked curiously, "Is there anything there that is worth admiring all the time?" ”

"I'm looking at the Thestrals that live in the Forbidden Forest, and they often fly." Luna is happy to share her findings.

"yes, it's a pity I can't see Thestrals." Scott said.

Thestrals are magical creatures that can only be seen by those who have seen death.

And Scott is not among them for the time being.

"It's a shame." Luna said sadly, "I think they're cute." ”

If someone else regrets that Scott can't see Thestrals, he'll think they're regretting that he didn't see death.

But this quirky little witch in front of you?

Scott didn't think so.

Moreover, he had also seen pictures of Thestrals in books, but he didn't find those scrawny magical beasts cute in the slightest.

But he just smiled and wasn't prepared to comment on it.

"I also wanted to go to the Forbidden Forest to look for the crooked-nosed snorer, but unfortunately my dad said that this amazing beast would have to go to Sweden to find it." Luna's voice became more and more erratic, "I wonder if there are bubble snots in the Forbidden Forest." ”

"You can try to find out."

Although he had never heard of these two magical creatures at all, Scott did not break the little girl's fairy tale fantasy either.

He just reminded her, "You're only in the first grade, though, and going to the Forbidden Forest might be a little dangerous." ”

"Thanks, I'll be ready to go again."

Luna accepts his advice, and then she suddenly lets out a loud sneeze.

"Oh! It's a little chilly, it's time for me to go change my clothes! ”

She rubbed her nose and her bare feet sticking out from under the long nightdress.

"Goodbye, Scott."

With that, she jumped straight off the windowsill, stepped barefoot on the carpet, and ran away with her bare feet.

Scott shook his head and stood in front of the window and stretched wide.

At this moment, a morning mist drifted by outside the window, and the fog poured out magnificent colors under the rendering of warm sunlight.

The Forbidden Forest in the distance and the castle in the distance are faintly outlined in the colors, hazy and layered, like a freehand splash painting.

Pregnant!

Scott's eyes lit up.

Splash color!

He immediately gave up his plans to go out for a walk and turned back to his bedroom.

He diluted more pigment with linseed oil and used Transfiguration to create several small barrels to fill them up.

To make the pigment more fluid, he also added some water to it.

Scott picked up one of the largest oil brushes and dipped them in the paint.

When it was time to put pen to paper, he tossed it aside and held his wand again.

He decided to use Transfiguration to complete the painting and make it a little more magical.

He turned around and sat back on the couch, simulating the image he wanted in his mind. Until the picture of this painting became clearer and clearer in my mind.

Then, without hesitation, he waved his wand.

The paint in the small barrel on the ground immediately moved, and the pigments of different colors flew out of the barrel, converging together in the air and blending with each other.

The paints then flew onto the canvas, filling the blank canvas.

As the paint flows, the picture gradually takes shape, overlapping Scott's mental image.

It's done.

Scott stood up and looked at the painting in an instant, nodding in satisfaction.

Until the applause from behind him interrupted his thoughts.

It turned out that he had been immersed in painting just now, and he had woken up his roommate.

"Great! Scott! ”

Milton was so excited that he jumped so fast that he didn't even have time to put on his slippers and ran barefoot.

"Great!" He looked at Scott's work with bright eyes, "I'm so lucky that I saw the birth of such a painting as soon as I opened my eyes today!" Oh! I don't know how to put it in words, but you've done a lot better than I thought! Congratulations! ”

Roger and Eddie also walked over.

Roger complimented, "Oh! Scott! You gave us another shock. ”

Unlike last time, he can understand this painting, so his praise this time is also sincere.

Eddie also immediately expressed his opinion, "I didn't expect to be able to paint a portrait like this, it's really amazing, isn't it?" ”

He took two more steps closer and continued, "I've seen the painting you gave Professor Flitwick, but to be honest, I don't see anything at all. ”

He shrugged his shoulders.

"But when I saw this painting, maybe it was because of the specific image of Professor McGonagall in the painting, and I suddenly felt the feeling of 'this is the magic of Professor McGonagall'!"

"Thank you!"

Scott happily says, "This is probably the most satisfying painting I've ever had, not only because of the unique form of expression, but also because I've found a new way to paint!" ”

With genuine joy on his face, he opened his hands and exclaimed, "We are wizards!" Sure enough, it's even more exciting to do it all with magic! ”

"You're quite right! Scott! ”

Milton nodded in agreement.

"Using magic doesn't make your drawings less artistic! For example, even if I had the same transfiguration skills as you, I wouldn't be able to draw something like that. ”

He looked at the painting again, his eyes full of appreciation.

"Because I can't imagine it in my head."

Scott accepted his compliment, then smiled at him and said, "Leave your brilliant brain to music, Milton." ”

"Music!"

Milton's green eyes grew brighter.

"I thought of it!"

He hurried to the desk beside his bed, quickly pulled out a quill and a piece of parchment, and began to write as fast as he could.

"It seems that Milton also has a new inspiration." Roger said to Eddie.

"Isn't that common?"

Eddie, who was no longer surprised, gave him a puzzled look.

"Haven't you found out yet, Eddie?" Roger patted him on the shoulder with a serious expression, "In this dormitory, the two of us are a little out of place. ”

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