Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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Life is calm like a pool of water that can't lift any ripples. You can say that it is boring, or it can be said that 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 thing, never admit that he is an old monster who has lived for three lives.

"Blue and green, yes, good."

During the last holiday, most students chose to sleep late, but Klein took advantage of the breeze and quietly ran to the lake to start writing.

He is painting.

Speaking of which, although he is very interested in all kinds of knowledge, Klein himself has never made even the smallest amount of artistic creation.

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

Art is a very personal matter.

He always said that.

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

The lake light shone with golden spots.

A bird swept low, passing through the not-so-thick clouds, chirping.

Very noisy, but also very lifelike.

Klein strayed his hair, scribbling on the canvas stroke by stroke, his eyes focused.

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

"Hoo~ well."

I don’t know how long Klein’s painting was finally completed.

Although he looked at Hogwarts Castle painting, Klein's paintings had nothing to do with Hogwarts Castle or the Great Lake in front of him.

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

How should I put it...

In general, should it be considered abstract?

"Let’s talk about it, how did I paint?"

No one was around, but Klein tilted his head, as if asking someone.

"well."

A muffled voice came, feeling a little unhappy.

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

Really, I am not angry."

Klein smiled, resting his head with his arms, his expression relaxed.

"That...not bad."

After hearing this, the voice hesitated for a while, and it really changed.

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 not bad, I think it's good."

Like a joke, Klein's face suddenly changed, as if an artist had been insulted because his work was not treated fairly.

"I will give you another chance to think about language."

"That is very good, very good, very good!"

With a sigh, what else can the voice say, and I can only continue to violate my heart.

In other words, from the heart?

Yes, he didn't want to suffer, so he chose to be sincere.

"Hey, I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously."

The evil taste was satisfied, and Klein returned to his usual expression and looked towards a deserted place.

"Bymon, believe me, I'm very good at talking."

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

Although for the devil, cunning is a compliment, the key is that the general devil is on the side of the "cunning".

Facing this human mage with high mana but too shameless, Bymon felt that he was like a harmless little white rabbit.

"Yes Yes Yes."

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

No way, who told him that he was already Klein's envoy now. Under the constraints of that unequal contract, he was unable to resist.

"Well, this sin will be over after a few hundred years at most."

As if trying to comfort himself, Bymon blinked, and a trace of rejoicing could not help but rise in his heart.

No matter how strong the human spellcaster is, he will not be able to break through the limits of race after all. He allows Klein to live vigorously, even for hundreds of years.

For demons, hundreds of years are nothing at all. Many powerful demons slept, and hundreds of years passed.

"Ha ha."

The thought of the great devil is not difficult to guess, but Klein didn'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 quality.

He is not a madman who wants to become a god, and Changsheng is not very attractive to him.

When there is no more attraction in the world, he thinks that he might end his life peacefully.

Both of them stopped talking, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.

But at this moment, layers of ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the calm lake, and a water pattern resembled a sharp arrow flying fast, swimming towards the shore where Klein was!

"Well, you go back, remember to take care of what I gave you."

Seeing the water mark, Klein waved his hand.

Bymeng was relieved immediately, did not speak, and directly dispersed the spirit body and returned to hell.

"Ah."

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

"Wow."

The shadow leaped out of the water with drops of water-it was a very well-behaved little snake.

"Enough playing?."

Looking at the shrinking basilisk, Klein smiled and proactively extended his palm.

The basilisk obediently crawled to Klein's palm, spit out the letter, rubbed it against Klein's palm, and slowly changed into a silver hair ring.

Stroking the hair into a bunch, Klein became a short ponytail again.

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

As if flames were beating on the canvas, Klein smeared stroke by stroke, extremely focused.

Sun, flame, phoenix.

The cool background seemed to come alive in an instant.

If Bymon were still here, he would definitely surprise his eyes.

The things represented in Klein's paintings now are completely different from just now. The chaotic lines have become completely docile, like clear water waves, without a trace of jitters.

Master-level creation.

An absolute masterpiece!

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

"Ah."

Klein painted slowly before, but he painted very quickly once.In less than ten minutes, he finished all the work.

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

"I'll just say that art is a very personal matter."

And just as Klein finished the painting, there was a sudden cry from Dumbledore's office.

Phoenix, Nirvana.