The man behind Hogwarts

William came out of the last professor's office empty-handed.

As he walked down the corridor, young wizards would greet him from time to time, including first and second graders, and occasionally higher grade students.

Even if it was someone he didn't know, William responded gently and politely, writing down his name by the way.

Gem Club.

"Fran, why are you the only one?" William picked up the obsessed Nora and rubbed her belly. At this time, Fran was the only one in the huge club lying on the sofa, holding a book in both hands. look.

"Cedric went to the greenhouse, and Evelin probably went back to the dormitory."

Sitting on the chair, William took out the 'Hagrid Wood Sculpture' he had carved in the morning from the box next to him. He made no other movements and simply stood the 'Hagrid' on the table.

The palm-sized 'Hagrid' stood steadily on the table, with a wooden beard covering half of his face and a simple and honest expression;

'Hagrid's' left hand was clasped vertically by his leg, and his right hand held a small, old red umbrella.

"What's the shortcoming?" William rested his chin on his overlapping palms.

On the 'Explorer' wooden sign in your mind: Complete a carving that satisfies you - Target reward: Enchanter's gift (unfinished)

This task is still unfinished, which shows that even if the 'Hagrid' in front of him is technically perfect, it still does not satisfy William himself.

"Sure enough, the difficulty of this task lies entirely with me."

William rubbed Nora's fur irritably, causing her to grin, stretch out her claws and punch William a few times. "Meow~", although this cat is silly and fat, its character is not very docile, just like its owner.

"Still thinking about your wood carving?"

William looked back, and Fran was still lying like a dead fish, "Yes, do you have any ideas? Maybe you can give me some suggestions as a bystander."

Fran put down the hand holding the book: "I can't carve wood, but I know a truth..."

Glancing his eyes, he saw William looking at him. Fran continued: "Although I can't carve wood, I can draw. I know a word called 'sketching'. Have you heard of it?"

Of course I have.

William himself can draw, and he learned to draw thanks to his previous experience of exploring the system's functions.

But at this time, he wanted to hear what Fran said more: "I've heard of it, what do you mean?"

"It's been a week since you started sculpting, but I see that you've always stayed in the club's office and immersed yourself in sculpting. Have you ever tried sketching?"

Use sketching method to sculpt...

This suggestion sounds interesting, but William does not agree; sketching is just looking for a 'model', which can be a person or an object. With this 'model', the painter can refer to the painting.

But does William need it? He doesn’t think he does.

He has an extraordinary memory, and the characters he carved are stored in his mind. From the hair to the clothes, he remembers everything clearly.

Although he was carving out of thin air, the image he carved was already well-prepared. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any problems in this regard... However, he shouldn't be too confident.

William thought of a word: Those who are good at swimming drown.

"Although it's unlikely, it doesn't hurt to give it a try."

After making a decision, William was ready to take action. When he saw Fran raising his hands and holding the book again, he had an idea in his mind: "I think you seem a little bored. Do you want to go for a walk?"

"Me?" Fran put down the book and sat up straight.

"Am I talking to Nora?"

"Meow~" Nora heard its name and responded perfunctorily.

"Let's go, let's go, I've been bored for a long time." Fran still looked sluggish at this moment. He jumped off the sofa with a bounce of his legs, then picked up the coat on the chair, put it on and held it by the rope. "Where to play?"

"Well...I haven't seen my owl in a few days. Where should we go?"

"Owl Tower?" Fran thought for a moment: "What's there to see? All are chirping owls, and there might even be owls pooping on your head."

"Are you going or not?" William looked at him with both eyes.

"Go, why don't you go...I just want to move around."

……

Get up and go out, walking through the corridor and out of the central tower.

The Owl Tower is at the edge of the Hogwarts towers. William goes there often and is familiar with it. They only need to pass through the clock tower, the greenhouse, and then walk down a dirt path to get there.

"William, are you sure we are going to play?"

"uh-huh."

Fran's face fell. He was carrying a box in each hand. The box on the left contained blocks of wood, and the box on the right contained a set of carving knives.

William was holding Nora.

"You obviously wanted to do sketching and sculpture, and you even roped me in as a coolie." Fran told the truth angrily. "The most annoying thing is that I actually fell for it!"

"You want to move your body anyway, wouldn't it be better this way? Exercise and strengthen your arms. Look at your own arms, they are not as thick as Nora's." After saying that, William also raised Nora's front legs and pointed them at Fran. He waved.

"Meow!"

"You see, Nora agrees."

Fran: "..."

Nora, don’t try to eat my dried fish anymore, I’ll eat them all myself.

After walking for a while, William put Nora down and ran. He took the two boxes from Fran, "Thank you, Fran, you can go and hold Nora now."

"Huh," Fran stood still and let William take the box, "That cat is as vicious as its owner, so I don't bother to hold it."

"Ah yes yes."

I don’t know who brings a bag of dried fish to Nora on time every day. Those eyes want to be taken off and hung around Nora’s neck.

Ignoring the arrogant Fran, William carried the two boxes as if they were two sponges, as light as weight, and walked quickly: "I'll go first, you follow behind."

Fran hummed twice and walked slowly.

When William's figure disappeared in front of him, Fran immediately trotted two steps, bent his waist, and picked up Nora. Nora was taking a good walk, and she was startled by him, kicking her four legs in the air.

"Meow!!"

"Hey, don't make trouble. I'll give you some dried fish tonight."

......

Owl Tower.

The pure white tower was only three stories high, making it look like a dwarf compared to the other towers at Hogwarts.

A hundred meters away, William heard the faint hoot of an owl.

The sky is cloudless and blue.

Around the owl tower, there were several owls that were probably Japanese owls. They stayed awake during the day and flew around in the air. Some owls flew back from afar with small animals in their mouths.

"The owl is living a good life."

The owls here are pets of teachers and students in the school. Of course, not all of them are. Some owls are ownerless, either wild owls or graduated students who did not take them with them.

In terms of seniority, most of the owls here are his seniors.