Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 45 045. Bargaining Portraits

Jacob jumped off the boat as fast as he could and ran behind Scott.

"Then..." he said vaguely, "Wait... back to Hogwarts, what are we going to do?"

Scott kept his steps, and 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 gloomily, "Okay, let's talk about it later."

"correct."

Scott stopped abruptly, turned and looked down at Jacob.

"You know who came up with my ugly nickname lately, right?" he asked.

"A nickname? Oh, there is such a thing," Jacob replied. "But I've only heard people talk about you."

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

Jacob shook his head, "No, she will only call you privately..."

[Mudblood. ]
He lip-mouthed the word.

Scott said coldly, "So, who gave me that damn nickname?"

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

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

Jacob's answer immediately blurted out: "I need you to guide me in Transfiguration."

Just as Scott was about to refuse, Jacob showed him three more fingers.

"Three times, no less than two hours each time." He voluntarily set a limit.

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

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

Scott said with satisfaction: "I will wait for you to bring me the answer."

After returning to the castle, Scott took out his pocket watch to check the time, then parted with Jacob and rushed to the Transfiguration classroom alone.

When he was sitting in the Transfiguration classroom and met Professor McGonagall's gaze, he realized that he had forgotten Professor McGonagall's birthday present.

He quickly recalled the date. Fortunately, it was October 10st, three days before Professor McGonagall's birthday.

He breathed a sigh of relief at the moment, and smiled at Professor McGonagall with a natural expression, so as not to let her see his guilty conscience.

This lesson is about turning a hedgehog into a pincushion.

Scott completed the transformation with the fastest speed, and after adding 2 points for Ravenclaw, he began to think about the birthday present.

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

After dinner, Scott returned to the dormitory and asked his three roommates to help him with ideas.

He first described the problems he faced, and then said distressedly: "Mainly... Although I feel that I am a little boastful, I still have to say it, mainly because the birthday present I gave Professor Flitwick was too large. Amazed."

When he said this, only Milton expressed his approval.

But Scott didn't care about Roger and Eddie, because he didn't think they were artistic.

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 could compare to the ingenuity of that painting?"

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

Then he thought seriously for Scott.

But Scott didn't want to spare the other two absent-minded people.

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

"Perhaps you could send me a ticket to a Quidditch league? As far as I know, Professor McGonagall is very obsessed with Quidditch. Oh, that's what the Gryffindor students told me."

Roger was still uncertain at first, and then he became more and more confident.

Scott skipped his answer without thinking and turned to Eddie.

"Well, maybe you could give Professor McGonagall a selection of jokes to make her humorous?" Eddie said earnestly. "Or, just be less serious."

"I knew you two couldn't come up with any good ideas." Scott turned his head in disgust.

Now he can only look forward to Milton's advice.

After a while, Milton said happily to him, "I figured it out, Scott!"

"Thank you, Milton, come and listen." Scott looked expectant.

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

"Still painting? But...portraits?" Scott raised his eyebrows. "You mean portraits?"

Milton nodded again and again. "That's right. But the color used in this portrait is the same as the painting you gave Professor Flitwick."

Scott understood what he meant.

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

Milton said excitedly: "Yes, I think this is a very good idea! If you can complete it, 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 are the weekend, I'm afraid these two days are not enough for me to complete such a painting."

"Oh! I think you can avoid painting so realistically, or you can use Impressionist painting?" Milton suggested again.

Milton, who grew up in the wizarding world, did not know what Impressionism was.

The magic painting technique in the magic world is similar to the classical oil painting in the Muggle world, both of which are in the style of realism.

But after seeing the abstract painting Scott gave to Professor Flitwick, Milton became interested in all forms of art in the Muggle world.

And recently Scott has borrowed a lot of his books on this subject.

"Good idea!" Scott nodded in agreement.

Again he was amazed at Milton's ability to comprehend art.

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

"No thanks, Scott."

Milton is happy that he can help.

Scott was also excited at this time, and he couldn't wait to pick up the brush and start painting the painting.

"I can't help but want to write now!"

He turned around and walked to his bed, used Transfiguration to turn the coat rack into an easel and put it in front of the bedroom window, then took out a new canvas and a box of oil paints from the deformed lizard skin bag.

He envisioned the finished painting in his mind, and used linseed oil to adjust the basic paint.

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

"No." He retracted his brush, "I shouldn't have drawn like this."

He put down his paintbrush, stood up, and started walking around the bedroom.

"Scott?"

At this time, his roommates looked at him strangely.

"Let me think about it!" Scott stretched out his hand to signal for them to be silent. "I just suddenly felt that I shouldn't paint like this. There must be a more suitable way of expressing this painting."

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