The man behind Hogwarts

"William, how do you think this book should be classified?"

"A1, B7, C9, D3."

"William, today we have barbecue. I packed some more for you, as well as a glass of honey water. You haven't eaten in the cafeteria for a long time, so you have to pay attention to your health."

"Thank you, I'll pay attention."

In the Gem Club, the four young wizards were each doing their own thing.

William took the meal Fran brought to him and put it aside. He didn't start eating immediately. Instead, he picked up the carving knife and started carving on a piece of wood.

Classes, sleeping, sculpting, reading, practicing magic, several daily tasks took up most of the time. Because the time was too tight, the number of times he missed classes was significantly reduced.

However, the time spent has a visible reward.

William's right hand shook rapidly, and the carving knife drew a black shadow under his control. His physical fitness is very strong, his hand holding the carving knife is very steady, and he can lift it as light as heavy and as steady as a mountain.

"call!"

Blow it out in one breath, and the irregular wood pieces immediately fly into sawdust, covering the table with a soft layer.

Hearing the sound of blowing, Evelin and the three of them skillfully turned their gazes to William - the wood carving in his hand.

The wood carving is a human form. He has a round figure, a thick body, a head like a ball, fine beards carved out by exquisite knife skills, and the most expressive pair of black beetle-like eyes.

The prototype of the wood carving is none other than Hagrid.

Evelin's bright eyes reflected the sunlight and were as clear as glass. "Your wood carvings are getting better and better, and the speed is getting faster and faster."

Fu and Sai echoed her opinion.

"There is indeed progress." William was not self-effacing. This small achievement was just ordinary to him. Then he shook his head invisibly: "But it is not enough. The craftsman's aura is too strong and the aura is not enough."

This Hagrid wood sculpture can only score 7 points in William's opinion.

If you look at it as a souvenir from a scenic spot, it is almost perfect, because whether it is the depiction of the character's appearance or the carving of the details, they are all exactly like a replica of a real person.

But it can only be used as a commodity, not enough to become a work of art, because it lacks aura.

"I kind of underestimated the difficulty of carving."

Hearing William's true words, Evelin and the three of them looked at each other, and they all felt a little bit like they were being shown off; but they immediately overturned this idea, because William was not such a person.

He is a very humble person, he rarely shows off himself verbally, at most he just jokes with a few people.

He doesn't need to show off, others only need to look into his eyes for three seconds to understand that his strength comes from his will, not his words.

"William, what should a wood carving that satisfies you look like?" Fran asked the question on the three people's minds: "I think your wood carving is perfect enough, but why are you still not satisfied?"

"What should it look like?"

William pondered for a moment and said firmly: "I want the wood sculpture to move!"

"Move?" Fran was even more confused. He didn't understand why he wanted the wood sculpture to move. If the wood sculpture could move, wouldn't it be a tree spirit?

He couldn't help but imagine in his mind that a palm-sized wooden sculpture of Hagrid suddenly sprouted a few green sprouts from its head, then opened its mouth and laughed, twisted its belly, and patted its butt.

Evelin thought of the scene of Hagrid making a boat, and a smile as bright as the spring breeze bloomed on her face.

"Yes, let it move." William did not pay attention to the fantasies of several people: "I want to carve a wooden sculpture so that people who see it will feel at the first glance that it is a living life and that it may escape at any time."

"Oh! So that's what it means!"

"What you want is to make the wood carvings more flexible. I thought you wanted to..."

William ignored the three people's words and put the finished Hagrid wood carving in his hand into the big box at his feet. The box is as high as an adult's calf, and it is already filled with several layers of wood carvings. The wood carvings have different images, including people and animals.

I just tidied up the messy table, and finally used the magic of cleaning up to clean it, and the table became smooth and clean again.

"How are you doing on this week's paper topic?" William took a big bite of rice.

"I'm done," Fran said.

"I'm done too." Evelin said.

Cedric nodded in the end: "I've also finished mine. It took two weeks. This thesis topic must finally have some results."

The Gem Club's thesis research project has been in progress for two weeks, and today is Saturday, the day before the second thesis competition.

Three people participated in the thesis research in the first week: Yi, Fu and Sai.

Only two people finally submitted the manuscript: Yi and Fu. Cedric found William and told him that he would not participate in this competition. At the same time, he would not choose the thesis project next week. He would still work on "herbal medicine - environmental impact of snail grass cultivation".

His reason at the time was: "My thesis topic requires long-term research, and I will definitely not be able to finish it this week. Even if I barely finish it, it will just be a perfunctory accumulation of words, without my own ideas or breakthroughs in existing research results..." ..

This does not meet your original requirements for the thesis project, so I requested two weeks to research this topic. "

William was very happy at the time, and the corners of his mouth that were always slightly raised on his face turned up a few arcs.

He immediately agreed to the proposal in his mind, but remained silent verbally, letting Cedric wait for the news. He turned to I and Sai for their opinions.

Evelyn: Agreed.

Fran: Agreed. Tell Cedric that even if he submits the manuscript this time, the final winner will be me, Fran.

William was happy to see the result and conveyed what the two said word for word.

"Let him be proud for once." Cedric gritted his teeth, secretly building up his anger and preparing to avenge his shame next time. "Wait for next week, and I will let him know that he needs to look at me, Cedric, to do scientific research."

"Yeah, I think so too, come on, old Sailor." William encouraged him.

"Old Sai?" Cedric didn't understand what he said, and William didn't explain, but just asked him to come on.

The first scientific research project submission date.

After reading the essay manuscripts of Evelyn and Fran, William believed that the winner was Fran. Although Evelyn's paper is also very exciting, and even surpasses Fran in overall writing structure, it lacks novelty.

Yi and Fu looked at William's expression intently, but they only saw a face that looked like a flat lake.

"How's it going?" Fran asked.

"Am I the one who wins?" Evelin was much more direct, without any pretentiousness. Even if Fran glanced at her in surprise, she didn't flinch, but glared back at him.

"all good."

William laughed, put away the two manuscripts, stood up and left his seat: "The final result is not up to me, I will take it to Professor Flitwick and Professor Crohn.

These two are the teachers of your paper type, and it is most appropriate for them to grade it. "

"But," Fran said in an uncertain tone, "will they help? The supervising teacher of our club is Professor Snape."

"They will!"

[It will be on the shelves tomorrow, Xi Da Pu Ben. Although this book has failed miserably, I will not give up.

All updates tomorrow will be after 12 o'clock. I don’t want to write a single chapter review or anything else, I don’t have the face to meet Jiangdong’s elders, but I sincerely thank the editor of "Penglai" for his help, which gave me the opportunity to write until now. To use a sentence: "Penglai, the god who surpasses me!"]

[Last sentence: Please support! ! Please support me. After all, I can still write down this record of success, which shows my sincerity. 】