Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 118 Painting and Soul

"Connor, I've finished drawing."

In Connor's bedroom, Blanche knocked on the door and came in, and handed her her drawing board.

Connor took it, and on the drawing paper was a Pikachu with a grim expression. The painting style was more delicate and more beautiful, but...the face was a little stiff.

"Blanche, didn't I ask you to learn sketching first, and why is your Pikachu always so cold?"

"I don't want to draw lines anymore. Because it doesn't like it." Blanche replied solemnly and orderly.

"? Why is it unhappy?"

"I don't know why it's not happy."

"."

Connor hesitated to speak.

After taking her little cousin to Diagon Alley for a stroll, Connor began to teach her how to draw. Blanche is very smart and learns quickly, but recently she seems to be a little drifting, and she doesn't like to practice the basics.

Although Connor can complete the tasks assigned every day very well, she is always ambitious and wants to run before she can walk. It is also because she has always drawn decently, and Connor has never been able to find any reason to criticize She, and now... it's time to show her brother's majesty.

"Blanche, I told you that the characters in your paintings are all set by yourself." Connor turned the drawing paper 180 degrees to the left and [-] degrees to the right, and the Pikachu in the drawing paper followed The rotation of the drawing paper rolls around in the painting, but it... has always kept a cold face.
"How can you not know what it's thinking?"

"When I paint, tell it not to show your emotions easily." Blanche said flatly.

"." Then how do you know it is not happy.

"But I've finished drawing it. How would I know what it thinks." Blanche's tone was flat, but Connor heard the rhetorical tone.
"." Connor handed back the drawing paper to Blanche, and said, "Blanche, what you need to do now is not to draw a complete picture impulsively, but to look more, think more, practice more and don't rush for success. , learning how to draw, I can’t rush.”

"Oh." Blanche took the painting obediently, then raised her head and said, "Then what should I do?"

"Well, you can observe other people's expressions more, for example. How about going to play with Yiwen and the others more? You don't need to hide in the house every day."

"Connor, you also hide in the house every day."

"Well, that's because I often went out to play when I was ten years old! Hahaha, you should be more active at your age."

"And Connor, you drew the monster card when you were seven years old. I can't draw it well when I am ten years old, so I have to practice more at home."

"Eh, this, this..." This girl is unexpectedly difficult to deal with. Connor was thinking about how to edit the language, when he heard Blanche say:
"I know, this is because Connor, you are very powerful, naturally I can't compare with you"

"Ahaha, you understand very well."

"So can Connor talk to me about your experience?"

"Of course, that's not a problem. I've just finished my work." Connor hurriedly pushed aside the work at hand, and said with a smile, "If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Blanche held the drawing book, looked at Connor seriously, and said, "So... how can I draw a picture with emotion?"

Connor froze, wondering why it was such a difficult question at first, he scratched his head, and said, "Well, Blanche, in fact, we can't draw pictures with emotions."

Now Blanche opened her mouth in surprise, and asked, "But, Connor, don't these paintings you draw have emotions?"

Connor shook his head and said, "This is about the question of what is emotion, Blanche, what do you think is emotion?"

Confusion appeared in Blanche's eyes: "Emotions are ours, our various moods."

"Indeed, human beings generally believe that emotion is a unique emotion of intelligent creatures, and it is specifically manifested in various happy or sad moods."

"But in the eyes of our wizards, we believe that emotion is the external manifestation of the soul." Connor looked at Blanche who was listening carefully, and continued to show off his profound knowledge:
"Actually, wizards have very little research on souls, but there is one thing we know and know for sure, that is, when our emotions fluctuate violently, we will release powerful soul abilities. The power of magic will become extraordinarily powerful."

"So, we believe that emotion is the external expression of the soul. And our magic paintings, although very real, have no soul."

"So, magic paintings don't have emotions."

Blanche nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Then why are your works, no, all magic paintings. Why are all magic paintings so rich in emotion? As if they are real? I talk to them, they He will respond to me, and he will still remember me when we meet for the second time, which is no different from ordinary people."

It's hard for this child to say so many words at once, it seems that she really wants to know the answer.

Connor smiled and said: "This is the credit of our painters. We paint, aren't we just to paint more 'like'?"

Blanche frowned puzzled.

Connor took Blanche's drawing paper again, he turned the drawing paper upside down, and Pikachu pia~ lay on the edge of the frame, it still had a cold face.

"Look, when you drew, didn't you think about how the Pikachu you drew would react if I turned the picture upside down?"

Blanche nodded, her tone was light and unbelievable, she asked: "Of course I didn't think about it, did you take into account all the situations it might encounter when you draw?"

"No no no, how is it possible, that's not something humans can do." Connor smiled, "Like drawing this kind of ordinary monster card, for example, to draw Pikachu, what you need to do is first draw the card in your card. Form a complete image of Pikachu in your mind."

"You can't imitate my paintings like copying. You must have your own ideas about the characters in your pen."

"Look at the Pikachu you drew, you must have drawn it according to my drawing card, right?"

Blanche nodded.

"This is impossible. If the magic painting is so simple, there will be people who can draw magic paintings all over the street." Connor shook his head and said, "Although magic paintings have no soul, you have to draw a soul to be able to draw them." A true magic painting."

Blanche felt like she was going to become a mosquito-repellent eye.

"You may not quite understand this, but in fact, you just need to remember that the fuller the image of your painting in your heart, the more 'emotional' your painting will be, so when we magic painters paint for others, we always You have to get to know each other deeply before you dare to write.”

Blanche was stunned, and after a long time, she nodded, and she said: "So, if I want to draw a real Pikachu, what I have to do is not to copy your paintings, but to understand the background stories, right? ?”

"Smart! That's right, that's it, so what you have to do now is to practice the basics of drawing skills more, and then watch and think more. When you have a vivid image of Pikachu in your mind, you can draw it It's drawn." Connor nodded in satisfaction, and handed back the drawing paper to Blanche.

"So that's it, I think I understand, thank you for your teaching." Blanche took it, said words of thanks calmly, and added at the end: "Then I'll go back and study, Connor, if I meet Can I still come to bother you if I don’t understand the problem?”

"Of course, if you don't understand anything, just ask, and I will answer it seriously."

Blanche nodded, and turned around to walk out of Connor's room. Halfway there, she paused, looked back, and said, "So, did Connor come up with so many monster character cards by himself? Okay. sharp."

Connor's heart skipped a beat, he scratched his head and smiled, "Hahaha, that's right, I'm Connor, the master of monsters, haha, haha"

On Blanche's calm face, there were only those eyes, which seemed to be shining with stars.

(End of this chapter)