Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 145 The World in the Painting

The white mist covered the sky, and there seemed to be some lush trees around. This scene seemed familiar.

"That's right! It's memory!"

Mo Lin woke up. When Hugo disappeared, when he touched the imprint on Hugo's back, he seemed to see Hugo's lost memory. When Hugo opened the door, he entered a white mist middle.

Not only Hugo, but also the memories of Sweet and Jamie. Their memories stopped abruptly in this fog. At that time, he thought that these people had gone to the Forbidden Forest outside the castle. Now it seems That doesn't seem to be the case.

"So that means they all came here through this door?"

Maureen clenched the wand in his hand, always guarding his surroundings, for fear that something would rush towards him.When he saw this fog in the past, it was all from other people's memories. This time Mo Lin walked over by himself, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Some big trees could be vaguely seen in the fog. Mo Lin walked forward for about 1 minute, and the fog in front of him gradually dissipated. He saw the exit ahead, and when he walked out of the fog, he suddenly found himself on a street. .

The streets were bustling with people walking around, some could move, some could not, and wizards galloped past on flying broomsticks in the sky from time to time.

He came to Payngade's painting!
Mo Lin turned his head and glanced behind him, and found that behind him was the entrance of a park. There were some trees growing in the park, and he just walked in through the park.Not only that, but when he turned around to look, he also found a very strange phenomenon. He could actually see clearly the classroom in the corridor on the seventh floor of Hogwarts Castle.

This scene is very strange, as if the sky behind him has cracked a large square opening, and the desks, chairs and blackboards in the classroom are all presented in this large square opening.And around the big square opening is a white mist, and nothing can be seen clearly.

"Is this where the people in the painting usually live? It turns out that they are looking at us outside the painting like this."

Mo Lin looked at the square opening. Normally, they were looking at the things in the painting outside, but now they suddenly came to a painting, and felt that it was very novel.

As a person from a wizard family, he is already familiar with moving wizard paintings, but he doesn't know how the people in the paintings see the people outside, but even if he comes from a wizard, this is the first time Molin I heard that someone was able to walk into the painting.

He looked around again, and found that the world in the painting was not complete, only the painted buildings could be seen, but many parts that were not painted in the painting were covered by a vast white mist, Just like when he came in just now.

However, Payngade’s painting is a map of a community, so it is still very detailed. The houses on both sides of the street are patchwork. After Mo Lin came in, his figure became able to adapt to the size of the house, and he walked on the street with other people. People are not different.

"Brother, do you want to buy a bouquet of carnations, carnations that change color, they are so pretty!" A four or five-year-old girl walked towards Mo Lin and asked, blinking her innocent eyes.

She held a large bouquet of carnations in her hand, which slowly changed from white to pink to purple, and finally turned into a golden color. It looked like she was holding a bunch of sunshine, which was amazing.

"Oh no, thank you, I don't have any money with me."

Mo Lin looked at the little girl in front of him. The little girl's body looked very real, and even the curved eyelashes were clearly visible.If Mo Lin didn't know that he had entered a world of paintings, he might think that what he saw was a real little girl.

"Then I'll give you this bouquet of red carnations. Goodbye, big brother."

The little girl smiled and handed a fiery red carnation to Mo Lin. This carnation was like a bunch of flames blown by the breeze, and the flowers trembled slightly, as if they were burning.

Mo Lin was holding a red carnation in his hand. This flame-like carnation had turned golden, and it looked very real in his hand.

He couldn't help wondering whether he had become the person in the painting, or the person in the painting was another real world.

"Perhaps the people in the paintings are the same to themselves as the people outside our paintings."

Maureen thought to himself, they wizards and Muggles live in their own world and regard the people in the paintings as fake.But the people in the painting also live in their world, maybe the people in the painting also regard the real world that Mo Lin and the others live in as a fake.

True and false are relative, depending on the angle you look at it from.

He couldn't bear to brush off the little girl's kindness, so he put the bouquet of carnations in his pocket, remembering that he didn't come to shop in the painting, but to look for Professor Charles and Hugo and the others. He quickly looked around on the street and saw An old Muggle man sitting on the street reading a newspaper in the distance.

Maureen ran towards the old Muggle man, and he stopped by the way to check on the immobile old Muggle man.

This Muggle old man looks like a real person, whether it is the gray hair, or the furrowed wrinkles, or the loose short sleeves, he is undoubtedly a real person, and Mo Lin stretched out his finger to poke the old man I found that the skin on the old man's hands would sag and recover, and even the skin was warm.

The only difference is that he can't move or breathe, but with his eyes open, he wears reading glasses and reads the newspaper. The front page of the newspaper reads "Industrial Reform Promotes Capitalism" and other very boring Muggle words Content, Maureen has no interest in this kind of thing.

"It feels like a holding spell has been cast on it."

Mo Lin couldn't help admiring, but in fact, the person who was cast with the holding spell can still breathe, and this old Muggle man is more like a living statue.

On the side street there was a witch riding a flying broomstick. A large basket full of cherries was hanging under the flying broomstick, and she was selling it. Maureen walked around the witch, and then headed towards the red house where Professor Charles disappeared just now. run away.

This red house is a small villa, and Mo Lin stood outside the house, looking at the villa.It was here that Professor Charles disappeared just now, and the last time Molin was appraising the painting in the castle, he also saw the person in the painting peeping at him in the attic above here.

"It doesn't look very sensible to run up the front door like that."

Morin thought, if he meets Professor Charles, he might not even have the chance to escape. He must take the opportunity to sneak into this house and wait for the opportunity.

At this moment, a man walking over with a big slug in his hand seemed to be taking a walk.Maureen quickly asked, "Excuse me, does this house belong to the Hoyle family?"

"Oh! You said this house! It's Hoyle's home. Where did you come from? It doesn't belong to our community, right?" the man walking the slug asked very comfortably.It is estimated that the people in the paintings are always visiting each other, so he is not surprised by strangers.

"I came from another place. I passed by here, and I came to find Hoyle." Mo Lin found that the people in the painting seemed unable to distinguish whether he was in the painting or outside the painting, which made him feel much more at ease .

"Hoyle has a bad temper, you'd better not provoke him, he doesn't talk to us very much, he seems out of tune with us," the wizard reminded.

"Okay, thanks for reminding me, I will pay attention."

After the wizard walking the slug left, Mo Lin went around to the back of the house and looked at the structure of the house.

There is a garden behind the house, but unlike the vibrant gardens of other houses next door, Hoyle's garden is full of weeds, and it seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

Professor Charles just entered this house.

(End of this chapter)