Connor's Hogwarts

"Connor, I've finished the drawing."

In Connor's bedroom, Blanche knocked on the door and came in, handing over her drawing board.

Connor took it. On the drawing paper was a Pikachu with a cold expression. The painting style was more delicate and more beautiful, but... his face was a little stiff.

"Blanqi, didn't I ask you to learn sketching first? And why does your Pikachu always have such a cold face?"

"I don't want to draw the line anymore. Because it's not happy." Blanche replied seriously and clearly.

"? Why is it unhappy?"

"I don't know why it's unhappy."

"."

Connor hesitated to speak.

After taking his little cousin to go shopping in Diagon Alley and coming back, Connor began to teach her how to draw. Blanche is very smart and learns quickly. However, she seems to be a little drifting recently and she doesn't like to practice the basics.

Although Connor could complete the tasks assigned by her every day very well, she was always too ambitious and wanted to run away before she even learned to walk. This was also because she had always been able to draw decently, and Connor could never find any reason to criticize her. She, and now...it's time to show her brother's majesty.

"Blanche, I told you that the characters in your paintings are all set by yourself." Connor took the drawing paper and turned it 90 degrees to the left and 180 degrees to the right. Pikachu rolled around in the painting as the paper rotated, but it always had a cold face.

"How could you not know its thoughts?"

"When I was painting, I told it not to show its emotions easily." Blanche said flatly.

"." Then how do you know it's unhappy?

"But I've finished the painting. How do I know what it thinks?" Blanche said calmly, but Connor heard the rhetorical question.

"." Connor handed the drawing paper back to Blanche and said: "Blanqi, what you need to do now is not to impulsively draw a complete painting. You need to see more, think more, and practice more. Don't rush for success. , learning to draw is something you can’t rush.”

"Oh." Blanche took the painting obediently, raised her head and said, "Then what should I do?"

"Well, you can pay more attention to other people's expressions. For example, how about playing with Ivan and the others more? You don't have to hide in the house every day."

"Connor, you also hide in the house every day."

"Well, that's because I used to go out and play a lot when I was ten years old! Hahaha, you should do more activities at your age."

"And Connor, you drew the monster card when you were seven years old. I can't draw it well even at ten years old, so I have to practice more at home."

"Uh, this, this." This girl was unexpectedly hard to handle. Connor was thinking about how to edit the language when he heard Blanche say:

"I know, this is because Connor, you are very powerful, naturally you can't compare with me."

"Ahaha, you know it very well."

"So Connor can you talk to me about your experience?"

"Of course, that's not a problem. I just finished my work." Connor quickly put aside the work at hand and smiled: "You can ask me anything you want to ask."

Blanche held the drawing book, looked at Connor seriously, and said, "So...how can I draw an emotional painting?"

Connor hesitated, wondering why it was such a difficult question in the first place. He scratched his head and said, "Well, Blanche, actually we can't draw emotional paintings."

Blanche opened her mouth in surprise at this time and asked: "But, Connor, don't these paintings you draw have feelings?"

Connor shook his head and said, "This is about what emotions are. Blanche, what do you think emotions are?"

There was confusion in Blanche's eyes: "Emotions are ours, our various moods."

"Indeed, humans generally believe that emotions are unique emotions of intelligent creatures, which are specifically expressed as various happy or sad moods."

"But in the eyes of us wizards, we believe that emotions are the external manifestation of the soul." Connor looked at Blanche, who was listening carefully, and continued to show off his profound knowledge:

"Actually, wizards have very little research on the soul, but one thing we know very well and are sure of is that when our emotions fluctuate violently, we will release powerful soul abilities. At that time, we can use The power of magic will become extremely powerful."

"So, we believe that emotions are the external expression of the soul. Although our magic paintings are very real, they have no soul."

"So, magic paintings don't have emotions."

Blanche thoughtfully nodded and said: "Then why are your works, no, all magic paintings? Why are the magic paintings so rich in emotion? As if they are real? I talk to them, they He will respond to me and still remember me when we meet for the second time. There is no difference between me and ordinary people."

It's hard for this child to say so many words at once. It seems that she really wants to know the answer.

Connor smiled and said: "This is the credit of us painters. Isn't it that we paint to be more 'like'?"

Blanche frowned in confusion.

Connor took Blanche's drawing paper again. He turned the drawing paper upside down, and Pikachu plopped down on the edge of the frame. It still had a cold face.

"Look, when you were drawing, didn't you think about how the Pikachu you drew would react if I turned the drawing upside down?"

Blanche nodded, her tone was light and a little unbelievable, and she asked: "Of course I didn't consider this. Did you take into account all the situations it might encounter when you painted it?"

"No, no, no, how is it possible? That's not something humans can do." Connor smiled: "Like drawing ordinary monster cards like this, for example, if you want to draw Pikachu, what you need to do is first draw your Form a complete image of Pikachu in your mind."

"You can't just copy my paintings and imitate them. You must have your own ideas about the characters in your paintings."

"Look at the Pikachu you drew, you must have drawn it according to my drawing card, right?"

Blanche nodded.

"This won't work. If magic paintings were so simple, then the streets would be full of people who can draw magic paintings." Connor shook his head and said, "Although magic paintings have no soul, you have to draw the soul." A true magic painting.”

Blanche felt like she was about to become a mosquito bite.

"You may not quite understand this. In fact, you just need to remember that the fuller the image of your painting in your mind, the more 'emotional' the painting you draw will be. So when we magic painters paint for others, we You must first understand the other party deeply before you dare to write.”

Blanche was stunned for a long time before she nodded. She said, "So, if I want to draw a real Pikachu, what I have to do is not copy your drawings, but understand the background stories, right?" ?”

"Smart! Yes, that's it, so what you have to do now is to practice the basics of painting skills more, and then see more and think more. When you have a vivid image of Pikachu in your mind, you can put it The drawing is done." Connor nodded with satisfaction and handed the drawing paper back to Blanche.

"I see, I think I understand. Thank you for your teaching." Blanche took it and said her thanks calmly, adding at the end: "Then I will go back to study now, Connor, if I encounter Can I still come and bother you if I don’t understand something?”

"Of course. If you have anything you don't understand, just ask and I will answer it seriously."

Blanche nodded and turned to walk out of Connor's room. Halfway there, she paused, looked back, and said, "So, did Connor come up with so many monster character cards on his own? Okay?" sharp."

Connor's heart suddenly hit him, he scratched his head and said with a smile: "Hahaha, that's right, I am Connor, the Lord of Monsters, haha, haha."

On Blanche's calm face, only those eyes seemed to shine with starlight.