Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 77 Music and Art

Maureen is now the most potential Quidditch player in the school, and people will watch him wherever he goes. He was a little uncomfortable at first, but he got used to it soon, except for being caught by the "Magic Sound" club again after class. Except for Madonna who was stopped, nothing unusual happened.

"Don't you really think about joining our society? Don't you think it's a wonderful experience to create music with magic? For us wizards, music is not limited to singing, but also displayed in various flowers, trees, birds and animals. Think about it! How amazing it is to amplify the sound of mosquitoes sucking blood into an accompaniment mix!" Madonna refused to give up on Mo Lin, and repeatedly persuaded her to stay.

"Does mosquitoes make a sound when they suck blood?" Mo Lin asked in surprise.

"Yes, I'll show you." Madonna took out a transparent bottle containing candy from her schoolbag, but what was inside was not candy, but dozens of densely packed mosquitoes.

Hugo frowned in disgust, no one likes mosquitoes.But Madonna has bravely reached into the bottle, and the mosquitoes are immediately attached to her skin.

Both Mo Lin and Hugo suddenly had goose bumps all over their bodies.

Madonna took out her wand and knocked on the glass bottle, and then there was a very strange gurgling sound in the bottle, as if someone was drinking water.

"The accompanying sound of mosquitoes sucking blood, I will sing a song for you, and you will know—" Madonna cleared her throat, and then sang the famous song "Dark Lord's Funeral" by the popular singer Magic Voice Wizard. The lyrics roughly read Such:

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In the dark days, there was a demon king who couldn't even mention his name. He brought violent storms and made people unable to see the dawn.The child who survived the catastrophe rose from the dark night, played the music of counterattack, and the love and courage under oppression were never absent. The Dark Lord ignored these truths and was caught off guard. It was he who arranged his own funeral...

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Every time Madonna sang a line, she would tap the bottle in her hand, and then the grunting sound in the bottle would be enlarged and reduced regularly to accompany different tones.

But for some reason, Mo Lin always felt worried for her, because this was tantamount to singing with her own blood, which was a serious act of self-harm.

"Madonna, you sing very well, but I'm really not interested in music, sorry."

When Maureen saw that Madonna's arms were already red from mosquito bites, he couldn't bear it. He thought that artists in the wizarding world were really brave, and they couldn't make music without the spirit of self-sacrifice.

"Boring!" Sweet suddenly looked at Madonna coldly from behind, looked a little annoyed and said, then turned and walked away.

"Huh?" Mo Lin looked at Sweet in surprise. Normally, Sweet never took the initiative to comment on other people's behavior, and he didn't even bother to say much. He didn't understand why such a sentence came suddenly today.

"It's not boring, it's art! Art is above everything else!" Madonna yelled angrily at Sweet's back.

"Let's hurry up and join this magic-sounding society, and one day we will be sucked into it." Hugo urged in a low voice.

Maureen and Hugo quickened their pace, left Madonna, and followed Sweet towards the Muggle Studies classroom.

But on the way, Hugo suddenly said: "Why do you think Sweet said such things to Madonna inexplicably? Doesn't he like this song? This song curses Voldemort, could it be—"

Hugo opened his eyes wide, and continued: "Is he supporting Voldemort? Then it makes sense. You said it yourself, how many times have you seen him in the corridor on the seventh floor? And behind our missing people there is The mark of the black wizard must be like this!"

"Just relying on a song can't explain anything."

Maureen looked at Sweet's back from a distance. Sweet also disappeared with Lily last time, but he came back before Lily, and he seemed to have forgotten what he wanted to say to Maureen.

"I think Sweet is the biggest suspect among so many cases of amnesia and amnesia in the school." Hugo insisted on his point of view.

They walked into the Muggle Studies class together and took a seat, with Sweet still sitting in the inconspicuous corner at the back.

Professor Charles was already in the classroom, standing on the podium and looking at everyone politely. After everyone arrived, he said, "In this class, let's learn the difference between Muggle paintings and wizard paintings. Place, I think many people are familiar with the characters in the paintings walking around in the school castle, but Muggle paintings don’t move. I brought a Muggle portrait to this class, you can refer to it. "

With a flick of the wand in Professor Charles' hand, a photo frame floated up on the desk and stood in the air.The portrait depicts a blond woman, smiling and looking at everyone, with a motionless expression on her face, behind is a tree, and the sparrows on the tree are also still, and there are some crowds on the street, all maintaining a posture.

"People in Muggle paintings look really dumb, don't they?"

Hugo looked at the non-moving painting with great interest. The class was full of "Muggle-blind" students who failed the first quiz. When they saw the non-moving painting, everyone thought it was amazing.

"Professor, why don't Muggle paintings move? They always maintain the same posture, aren't they tired?" A girl raised her hand and asked in puzzlement.

"That's right, even if I stretch and yawn or something, I can't bear it if I keep in the same position forever."

Many students also whispered to each other, pointing at the still picture brought by Professor Charles. A boy sitting in the front row even wanted to reach out and stab the woman in the picture to see if he could make her move. move.

Professor Charles smiled and said: "The world of Muggles is different from ours. Their paintings pay attention to a series of complicated principles such as lines, color matching, and the use of three primary colors. Many of their painting skills are created by color gaps. Layering, sometimes you need to use some unique vision to make the painting look three-dimensional. But our wizard's paintings are different."

Professor Charles waved his wand again, and another painting floated on the desk. This painting was exactly the same as the other one, the only difference was that the woman in this painting was twisting her body slightly, and she kept In the blink of an eye, the sparrows behind were jumping up and down the treetops, and the crowds on the street were also coming and going.

"A painting that moves is a normal painting!" Hugo couldn't help but said, basically the whole class agreed with what he said, even Mo Lin was no exception, he had never seen a painting that didn't move.

"Wizards' paintings basically move from the moment they are born. Even if you usually scribble and draw a caterpillar in your textbook, it will still squirm on that page, but I'm not asking you to draw now, Hugo, you Not a very pretty drawing of a slug."

Professor Charles walked to Hugo's side and tapped on Hugo's table lightly. Hugo was drawing an ugly slug on the book, drawing crookedly, but even so the slug's tentacles were moving around.

Hugo stuck out his tongue, and quickly painted off the slug with a pen. After the slug was painted off the upper body, only the tail was twitching slightly, looking dying.

"Professor, why do our wizard's paintings move? How can we make Muggle's paintings move like wizards?" Sweet, who was sitting in the corner, raised her hand and asked.

(End of this chapter)