Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 46 046. The scenery in the morning mist on Saturday
That night, Scott never touched the painting.

He clearly felt that there was a better way to express it, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and this feeling made him uncomfortable.

So he woke up early the next day.

After he had washed and changed his clothes, he sat by the window for a long time in front of the blank canvas.

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

Scott came back to his senses and saw that his roommates were still snoozing, so he 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 in a nightdress sitting on the windowsill with her knees tucked, staring out of the window in a daze.

Scott walked over to greet her.

"Good morning, Luna."

Luna turned her head slowly and smiled dazedly when she saw Scott.

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

"Every time I see you in the lounge, it's sitting here," Scott said.

He walked to the window and looked at the place Luna had been looking at, the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

He asked curiously, "Is there any scenery there that you have been admiring?"

"I'm watching Thestrals living in the Forbidden Forest, and they often fly." Luna is willing to share her findings.

"Yeah, unfortunately I can't see Thestrals," Scott said.

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

And Scott is not in this list for the time being.

"What a pity." Luna said regretfully, "I think they are a little cute."

If someone else regretted that Scott couldn't see Thestrals, he would have thought it was a regret that he hadn't seen death.

But this weird little witch in front of me?
Scott didn't think she would think so.

Moreover, he also read the pictures of the night sky in the book, but he didn't think there was anything cute about those skinny magical animals.

But he just smiled, not ready to comment on it.

"I'm still thinking of going to the Forbidden Forest to find the snoring beast, but unfortunately my father said that this kind of magical animal can only be found in Sweden." Luna's voice became more and more erratic, "I wonder if there is a snoring monster in the forbidden forest. ."

"You can try to look for it."

While completely unheard of these two magical creatures, Scott didn't break the little girl's fairytale fantasy either.

He just reminded her, "But you're only in the first year, and going to the Forbidden Forest might be dangerous."

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

Luna took his advice, and then she sneezed abruptly.

"Oh! It's a little cold, I should go and change my clothes!"

She rubbed her nose, her bare feet sticking out from under her long nightgown.

"Goodbye, Scott."

After she finished speaking, she jumped off the window sill, stepped on the carpet barefoot, and ran away.

Scott shook his head and stood in front of the window with a big stretch.

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

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

Got it!

Scott's eyes lit up.

Splash color!

He immediately gave up the plan to go out for a walk, turned around and returned to the bedroom.

He diluted more paint with linseed oil, and used Transfiguration to conjure up several small buckets to hold them.

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

Scott took one of the largest oil paintbrushes and filled it with paint.

When it came time to write, he threw the pen aside and took hold of his wand again.

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

He turned and sat on the single sofa, repeatedly simulating the image effect he wanted in his mind.Until the picture of this painting became clearer and clearer in my mind.

Then, he waved his wand without hesitation.

The paint in the small bucket on the ground immediately moved, and different colors of paint flew out of the bucket, gathered together in the air, and blended with each other.

Then, the paint flew over the canvas, filling the blank canvas.

As the paint flows, the image gradually takes shape, overlapping the image Scott had in mind.

finished.

Scott stood up and looked at the painting, which was completed in an instant, and nodded in satisfaction.

Until the applause from behind interrupted his thoughts.

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

"Fantastic! Scott!"

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

"Fantastic!" He looked at Scott's work with his eyes shining, "I'm so lucky, I saw a painting like this as soon as I opened my eyes today! Oh! I don't know what language to use To describe it, in short, you have done much better than I imagined! Congratulations!"

Roger and Eddie also came over.

Roger praised: "Oh! Scott! You gave us another shock."

Unlike last time, he can understand this painting this time, 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 and continued, "I've seen the painting you gave to Professor Flitwick, but to be honest, I can't see anything at all."

He shrugged his shoulders.

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

"thank you all!"

Scott said happily: "This is probably the most satisfying painting I have ever seen, not only because of the unique expression, but also because I have found new painting techniques!"

With genuine joy on his face, he opened his hands and exclaimed: "We are wizards! Sure enough, it's even more exciting to use magic to accomplish this!"

"You're right! Scott!"

Milton nodded in agreement.

"Using magic doesn't make your drawings unartistic! For example, even if I had Transfiguration like yours, I wouldn't be able to draw like this."

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

"Because I can't imagine such a picture in my head."

Scott accepted his compliment first, then smiled at him and said, "Leave that smart brain to the music, Milton."

"music!"

Milton's green eyes grew brighter.

"I figured it out!"

He hurriedly rushed to the desk beside his bed, quickly took out a quill pen and a piece of parchment, and started writing at his desk as quickly as possible.

"Looks like Milton has a new inspiration too," Roger told Eddie.

"Isn't that common?"

Eddie, who had already seen it, gave him a suspicious look.

"Didn't you find out, Eddie?" Roger patted him on the shoulder with a serious expression. "In this bedroom, the two of us don't get along."

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