Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 137 Art is a very personal matter

As long as Klein doesn't want to, no one will know what he has done.

Life is as peaceful as a pool of water without any ripples. You can say it is boring, or you can say it is happiness.

Mixed in a group of young wizards who couldn't be younger, Klein felt that his mentality was gradually becoming younger.

Although, he is a person who does his own way and never admits that he is an old monster who has lived for three lifetimes.

"Blue and green, um, not bad not bad."

During the hard-won vacation, most of the students chose to sleep late, but Klein took advantage of the calm weather and sneaked to the lake to start creating.

He is drawing.

Speaking of which, although he is extremely interested in all kinds of knowledge, Klein himself has never created even a little bit of art.

He believes that all his enthusiasm can be well reflected in the imaginative spells and the breathtaking alchemy rituals.

Art is a very personal thing.

He always said that.

But today, for some reason, he chose to pick up the paintbrush.

The light of the lake is shining with golden spots.

There were birds skimming low, passing through the not-so-thick clouds, chirping.

It's noisy, but also full of life.

With his hair loose, Klein daubed on the canvas stroke by stroke, his eyes extremely focused.

This kind of look is different from the indifference in academic research, but a kind of indifference, just like passing the time casually, calm and gentle.

"Huh~ Okay."

After an unknown amount of time, Klein's painting was finally completed.

Although he watched Hogwarts Castle painting, what Klein painted had nothing to do with Hogwarts Castle or the great lake in front of him.

It was an oil painting with a cool tone, and twisted blue and green lines made up all the content in the picture.

what to say
In general, it should be counted as abstract art?

"Tell me, how do I draw?"

There was no one around, but Klein tilted his head as if he was asking someone.

"very good."

A muffled voice came, feeling a little unhappy.

"Haha, good is good, bad is bad, you can tell the truth.

Really, I'm not mad. "

Klein smiled, pillowing his head with his arms, with a relaxed expression on his face.

"That's not bad."

After hearing this, the voice hesitated for a moment, then changed his words.

In his opinion, Klein's artistic talent is obviously not as terrifying as the magic field, and it can even be said to be terrible!

"It's just good, I think it's good."

As if joking, Klein's face suddenly turned serious, like an artist who has been insulted because his work has not been treated fairly.

"I'll give you another chance to think about language."

"That's good, very good, very good!"

With a sigh, what else can I say with that voice, I can only continue to go against my will.

Or, from the heart?
That's right, he didn't want to suffer, so he chose Congxin.

"Hey, I was just joking, don't take it seriously."

Satisfied, Klein returned to his usual expression and looked towards an empty place.

"Baimon, believe me, I'm easy to talk to."

"Damn! I believe you!"

If possible, Baimeng really wanted to slap this shameless human being to death.

Although for the devil, cunning is a compliment, but the key point is that ordinary devils are on the side of "cunning".

Facing this powerful but shameless human mage, Bai Meng felt like a harmless little white rabbit.

"Yes Yes Yes."

He scolded Klein ten thousand times in his heart, but he still kept a smile on his face.

There is no way, who told him that he is now Klein's familiar, and under the constraints of that unequal contract, he is powerless to resist.

"Okay, this crime will be over after a few hundred years at most."

As if trying to comfort himself, Baimeng blinked his eyes, feeling a little grateful in his heart.

No matter how powerful a human spellcaster is, they can't break through the restrictions of race. He made Klein work hard, and he could live for hundreds of years at most.

But to demons, hundreds of years are nothing at all. Many powerful demons sleep for hundreds of years.

"Ha ha."

It's not difficult to guess what the big devil is thinking, but Klein doesn't want to care about it.

If he knew what the other party was thinking, he would definitely not care.

The length of life is not important, what matters is the quality.

He is not a madman delusional to become a god, and longevity is not very attractive to him.

When there was nothing more attractive to him in the world, he thought that he might end his life peacefully.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.

But at this moment, layers of ripples suddenly appeared on the calm lake, and a streak of water, like a sharp arrow, swam towards the shore where Klein was!
"Okay, you go back, remember to keep the things I gave you."

Seeing the water pattern, Klein waved his hand.

Bai Meng immediately felt relieved, without saying a word, he just dispersed his spirit body and returned to hell.

"Ah."

Klein shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Whoa."

The shadow sprang out of the water with water drops—it was a very cute little snake.

"Have you played enough?"

Looking at the shrunken basilisk, Klein smiled and stretched out his hand.

The basilisk crawled obediently to Klein's palm, spat out the letter, rubbed against Klein's palm, and slowly transformed into a shiny silver hair ring.

Pulling his hair back into a bun, Klein reverted to a short ponytail.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, he looked towards the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle with a sense of emotion, silently picked up the paintbrush, and continued to paint on the overall cold and dark oil painting with bright red.

As if flames were dancing on the canvas, Klein painted stroke by stroke with great concentration.

Sun, flame, phoenix.

The cool background seems to come alive in an instant.

If Baimon was still here, his eyes would surely fall out of shock.

What is shown in Klein's picture now is completely different from before. Those messy lines have completely become docile, like clear water waves, without a trace of wildness.

A masterful creation.

An absolute masterpiece!

Even in the magic world with extremely picky tastes, this painting is a rare work.

"Ah."

Klein painted very slowly before, but this time he painted very fast.In barely 10 minutes, he had it all done.

Looking at his own work, he nodded and muttered to himself.

"Let me just say that art is a very personal thing."

And at the same time that Klein finished the painting, there was a sudden sound in Dumbledore's office.

Phoenix, Nirvana.

(End of this chapter)