Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Why not draw the bones first?

Zhang Xiao recalled Ms. Glove’s notes:

I use beauty as the skeleton, hope as the flesh and blood, inject happiness into it, paint it with color, and want to make a painting.

He considered many possibilities and believed that beauty, hope, and happiness were the necessary conditions to constitute a physical guardian angel.

But I never considered that maybe Ms. Glove was actually describing painting.

"Zhang, what's wrong with you?" Malfoy stared at Zhang Xiao in surprise and asked curiously.

Zhang Xiao came back to his senses: "Nothing, Draco, please continue, what else is there?"

"Oh, my teacher also said that there is a very special way of painting. First use white to paint the bones, then use other colors to paint the flesh, and finally paint the skin."

Harry also listened with his head stretched out. He had to admit that Draco Malfoy had indeed received an excellent education, unlike himself.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were reluctant to spend a fortune to let him learn some hobbies.

Zhang Xiao wrote down what Malfoy said, and there seemed to be light in his eyes. He didn't need to learn this drawing method, as long as he had a certain understanding.

After Malfoy finished speaking, he closed his eyes and let out a long breath:

"I think I know what to try. Thanks, Draco."

The little wizards seem to find that Zhang can be seen everywhere. Except for class, he is always painting quietly on the drawing board.

Lakeside, towers, corridors, lawns, gardens.

Sometimes the paintings are people, sometimes they are animals.

Only a few people in the Duel Club knew what Zhang was doing, and they were all looking forward to it, as long as Zhang could learn the Patronus Charm and follow his style.

People in the Duel Club learn quickly.

That's the Patronus Charm! Still a physical guardian angel! Even their parents don't know how to do it, so they are all waiting eagerly for that silver brilliance to light up.

Waiting for Zhang Zai to create a miracle and master the physical guardian spirit in the second grade.

"The most noble young master, is this enough for the rain?"

Yu Yu was sitting on a small chair by the black lake, shaking his short legs a little uneasily.

"Well, just sit still." Zhang Xiao stuffed a fishing rod into its hand: "Just think of yourself as fishing, so it won't be boring."

"Fishing?" Yuyu made a high-pitched and excited voice: "This is something only gentlemen can do. Can Yuyu also fish?"

Zhang Xiao was amused by it and placed a small fish basket next to it:

"Of course, Rainwater, you are a free elf. Even in the future, our relationship is just an employment relationship. You also have your own life outside of work."

Rainwater, who almost cried with excitement, threw himself into fishing for the first time in his life with high spirits.

It was so focused, its long ears trembling gently, and its bright eyes the size of tennis balls staring closely at the float with expectation.

The rain at this time reveals the purest happiness from the inside out.

Zhang Xiao set up a drawing board and used the rain as a model to prepare for painting.

He used lines to outline the outlines of the bones, and soon he leaned forward, stretched his head and looked at the skeleton in the distance, and it suddenly appeared on the paper.

Then began to use messy and different lengths of lines to describe the shape.

Zhang Xiao carefully observed Yu Yu's demeanor and movements. He was a little nervous now because it was his first time fishing, so he held the fishing rod tightly with both hands.

I didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing every moment of the fish's float.

Suddenly, the rainwater moved, and the muscles of its arm suddenly tightened and pulled up suddenly. With the sound of water, a small fish hung on the fishhook and kept swinging its tail in the air.

The rain jumped up, and two snot bubbles popped up happily:

"Fish! There is a fish! I caught it! Master, there is a fish caught in the rain!"

In Zhang Xiao's eyes, the colors around the rain were extremely bright, and its happiness seemed to spread to the surroundings. This was an extremely pure happiness without any impurities.

The paintbrush in his hand stopped in the air.

I regard beauty as a skeleton.

Use hope as flesh and blood.

Inject joy into it.

Apply colors to create a painting.

I seem to understand.

Zhang Xiao closed his eyes slightly and came to the thinking cabin.

He walked past the rows of bookshelves, brushed his fingers over the thick spines, stopped in front of a book, and pulled the book out with a little force.

The locked bookcase in the center was opened, and the distortion range of the sealed book was much smaller, and the words on the cover could even be faintly seen.

Zhang Xiao took the book and walked to the empty space by the window, and sat down straight up in the air.

A soft sofa was created invisibly, quickly turning from lines into a physical object, with the elastic seat cushions dented.

Zhang Xiao leaned back on the chair and stared at the book in his hand.

This book is "Home", which is the book that was condensed into the home of my previous life when I first condensed my thoughts into the cabin.

"crash"

A series of books on the bookcase flew over in a line like birds, and were arranged in front of Zhang Xiao like tarot cards.

Following Zhang Xiao's movements, dozens of books opened their pages at the same time, flipping through them at extremely fast speeds like a money counter.

There was a pause from time to time, and then a page of content was projected in front of Zhang Xiao in the form of a picture. It was his memory, many of which he could no longer remember clearly.

But it is faithfully retained, recorded, and waited by the subconscious mind.

Eat the sweets you want, go on a spring outing, and talk to the girl you like.

Hang out with mom and dad.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds without haze, listening to my favorite songs.

I read a great novel.

My mother called to say that the cactus I had grown for many years was blooming again.

I played black with my good friends and won all afternoon. Then we went to have barbecue. The barbecue was delicious.

Dad's physical examination was fine.

On a rainy day, I didn’t have to go to work, no one disturbed me, and I had a good sleep.

The memory below seems to have warmth, like warm sunshine.

That was an indelible memory engraved deep in his soul.

He opened the book called Home.

Watch slowly.

Not only the home in the previous life, but also the warmth and love given by Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu in this life.

I regard beauty as a skeleton.

Zhang Xiao waved his hand, and a series of pictures overlapped rapidly, forming a long fluorescent dragon.

Use hope as flesh and blood.

Those expectations and yearnings for a better life in the future surrounded me.

Inject joy into it.

The countless small but real little happinesses are like fireflies all over the sky, gathering towards here.

Apply colors to create a painting.

That's it

In reality, when Zhang Xiao opened his eyes, the sun was already half-hidden on the horizon, somewhat reluctant to let go, and the line between morning and dusk was slowly moving.