The restoration of the books was obviously a little more difficult than Muen thought.

The pages are broken, and he can save them a little. Missing handwriting is also possible, but supplementing the handwriting requires a great deal of knowledge, experience, and reference to the text.

Of course, this is still acceptable.

However... Pins may have misunderstood something.

For example... Mistaken for Dr. Stephen Strange.

The pages were missing, and he didn't have the Eyes of Agamotto, so he could go back in time and add them back.

There's really nothing you can do about it.

But fortunately, although the days of restoring books were a bit boring, they finally found something for him to do. The overall life is quite fulfilling.

On Friday, on the fifth floor, the breeze carried the sunlight through the window, and at the eaves, two sparrows were playing.

In the empty office, the bright candlesticks burn non-stop, and the green smoke with a calming effect slowly drifts away.

On the gramophone, vinyl records scroll and melodious piano music slowly spreads outward from the gilded brass trumpets.

Muen leaned back on the couch, holding a book in need of restoration.

This is a book about paintings, and there are a lot of missing handwriting.

In front of him, the mage's hand controlled four identical painting books or manuscripts, constantly flipping.

He is absorbing the knowledge of painting from it, so that he can complete the books in his hand logically.

This is the restoration of ancient books, in addition to the need for a variety of technical things, the restorer also needs to have a lot of knowledge.

Generally speaking, he will not choose this way of reading, his information processing ability is really sufficient, and his memory is able to remember the content.

However, when it comes to understanding knowledge, this way of reading books is undoubtedly devouring.

It's just that if it's used here...

Knock Knock –

"Come in!" Mu En propped himself up slightly, and several books fell one after another, stacked on the table.

The door slowly opened, and a brown-haired girl who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old walked in.

"Hello, Professor!" She poked her head out and leaned against the door frame, feeling a little scared.

"I'm not a professor, what's the matter?" Mu En asked.

The girl whispered a little timidly, "That... I want to borrow a book, Mrs. Pince said, here the book, let me come to you. ”

"Come in and find it yourself." Mu En nodded, and then put his gaze back on the book in his hand.

She pushed the door open and walked straight inside. Then he looked at the pile of books around Mu En, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Please bring me the door, I have music here, and if I put it in the library, Mrs. Pince will blame me." Muen's voice rang out.

"Okay." She nodded hurriedly, then closed the door. Mu En gently pushed a floating candlestick beside her, and the candlestick swung gently like a fallen leaf, providing light for the girl.

Then he looked at the book again.

"In 1872, I decided to leave the wizarding world... Le ... Met a man named Claude... I was impressed. There's really no technique... But the amazing thing is, I think it's beautiful... Not long after... The newspapers were full of ridicule... Academic..."

"Tsk!" Mu En was a little unhappy, it would be very difficult to fix the content of this kind of autobiographical-like text. Especially... Sebastian Hedlund – this is a little-known guy.

Thinking about it, he put down the book and found that the girl was standing directly in front of the desk.

"Any questions?" Mu En wondered.

"Well, the book I'm looking for... In your hands. The girl reached out and pointed to the book in Muen's hand.

Well?

"I didn't expect that there were still people in the wizarding world who read books about painting, which is not easy." Mu En sighed, and then handed the book over.

"Yes, we have a lot of artists in our family. Both my great-grandfather and grandfather painted portraits of the Headmaster of Hogwarts. The girl said, with a little ostentation, "Including this book, it is also my great-grandfather's!" ”

Mu En was suddenly a little surprised: "Your surname is Hedlund?" ”

The girl nodded, "Yes, my name is Janice Hedlund, Hufflepuff 4th grader. ”

"Can you tell me about your great-grandfather? I'm working on this book. Muen said.

Janice looked embarrassed: "I'm sorry, sir. This... I might..."

Mu En looked at the expression on her face, and also reacted, this is a gap of several generations, how can you expect this girl to remember.

"But you can ask for some magic paintings." Janice said, "Hogwarts has a number of high-level and precious paintings, although most of their memories are quickly forgotten over time. But the memories that come out of the first year or two will be remembered forever. ”

Mu En was a little surprised. He wasn't an accident with the so-called magic painting memory. Instead, I was surprised that Hogwarts actually had a painting of the girl's great-grandfather.

The problem of magic painting has already been passed by and he has just seen it from other books. What they saw and heard when they were first created will be remembered forever.

For example, the portraits of the Headmasters of Hogwarts, before the headmaster is about to retire, the painters will complete the portraits in advance, and then put them in the headmaster's room, so that the portraits can learn the speech, behavior and thinking patterns of the previous headmasters.

And these will be engraved in the bones of those magic paintings, adding a sense of reality to them.

Painting, naturally, is also graded. The lowest level of painting is indistinguishable from a photograph with a Developer Potion or a printed image in the Daily Prophet.

At most, they glance and smile, their bodies sway slightly, and they can't move from photo to photo.

The better ones are like those on the Chocolate Frog card, but they are not very advanced.

As for these Hogwarts paintings, as well as those unique portraits that can be used over and over again, they can be called true magic paintings.

They have a memory, they have a mind, they can talk. Occasionally, Hogwarts students will be used to make bets with each other for fun, they will scare the children on night walks, and they will even draw red threads for young wizards and wizards!

"Is there a painting of your great-grandfather here?" Mu En asked.

"Of course, there's one outside your office."

"Who?"

"'Spring Outing', just across the street from your gate, is a girl named Xingdel." She said.

"Such a coincidence?!" Mu En's eyebrows raised, and then he stood up and wanted to go out to confirm, but suddenly remembered something and turned around.

"Miss Hedlund, do you know what it means to cross the line of painting?"

The little girl frowned, thought for a while, and then shook her head blankly: "Sorry sir, I seem to have some impressions... I can't think of anything though. ”

"Okay." Mu En nodded and pushed open the front door of the office.

As soon as he went out, he met Harry.

"Captain!" Harry beckoned, trotting briskly.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Mu En was curious.

"Hagrid... Hagrid just asked the owl to send me a letter. He invited me to go to him in the afternoon, and asked me to ask you too. ”

Mu En shook his head, a little regretful, "I'm sorry, I agreed to Professor McGonagall to attend their afternoon tea in the afternoon."

By the way, how was the week? ”

"It's okay." Harry pondered for a moment, and was a little disappointed that Muen couldn't go to Hagrid's hut.

"But... Gryffindor and Slytherin's relationship was a little worse than I had imagined. Because of Hermione, when I was in the break room, I vaguely heard some bad words. Harry said.

Mu En nodded: "Then what are your plans?" ”

"If they get caught by me, they'll regret it." Harry said, his tone unusually firm.

Muen nodded and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"As long as you have a clear conscience, you can do it boldly, and you don't have to worry too much!"

"As for the outside..."

Muen looked out the window calmly, his expression full of memories, remembering when he and Hal were at the Royal Academy of Magic.

"What my teacher did back then, I will do now."