“What is this?”
Roger also saw Scott’s painting, but he was now extremely confused.
What Scott had given Professor Flitwick was a highly abstract painting.
The painting did not depict anything concrete, only large areas of different colours splashed across the canvas, while the different colours seemed to blend yet also oppose one another.
Seeing Roger’s expression as though he had begun to doubt his entire life, Scott deliberately asked him, “What do you think of my painting, Roger?”
Roger clearly could not see anything in the painting worth praising, but Professor Flitwick obviously liked it very much, so he could only force himself to offer a compliment.
“Mm…
It’s a beautiful painting.”
Hearing Roger’s dry praise, Scott laughed several times in amusement.
“Oh, Roger, your understanding of magic has not yet reached this level, so you do not understand what an astonishing thing Scott has achieved.” Professor Flitwick was still highly excited.
“Yes, this is astonishing.”
At this time, students began entering the classroom one after another.
They were all laughing as they discussed Ron Weasley receiving a Howler, then walked over and gathered around them curiously.
This class was shared by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students, so Scott also saw Roger’s Hufflepuff ex-girlfriend, Miss Mill.
But Scott knew Roger did not care about that at all.
At this moment, Professor Flitwick’s words had already left him completely confused.
There was clearly no magic in the painting, yet Professor Flitwick praised Scott for having achieved something astonishing in magic.
This situation had gone beyond Roger’s understanding.
The other students were clearly also wondering why they were gathered here admiring a worthless Muggle oil painting.
At this time, Milton arrived as well.
He moved closer with great interest and asked, “Scott, is this your new work?”
Milton, this artistic boy, did not only love music.
In truth, he had a keen eye for appreciating all forms of art and beauty.
So even though his personality was often difficult for others to bear, Scott, who had studied painting since childhood in this life, still often exchanged ideas with him.
He felt this was useful because all forms of art shared certain common qualities.
At this moment, Milton immediately identified Scott as the artist, causing all the students watching to turn their attention towards Scott.
Most of their gazes were filled with doubt, and several even carried contempt.
But what they did not expect was that the moment Milton saw the painting, he let out an exaggerated exclamation.
“This is truly beautiful!
You used several beautiful combinations of colour.
They are flowing, as though they possess real life!”
He stared closely at the painting.
calm, wise, passionate, courageous…
If you painted a person, then it must be someone who possesses admirable virtues.”
Milton looked somewhat intoxicated, yet also confused.
“I feel that this painting gives me a sense of familiarity, but I cannot clearly see what you painted.
Still, I must congratulate you, Scott.
I think your artistic level has improved greatly once again!”
Scott smiled.
As expected, Milton’s perception of art was extremely sharp.
“…”
The other students in the classroom, though, joined Roger in entering a state of doubting their entire lives.
Only Scott noticed that Professor Flitwick’s face had turned slightly red.
“Ahem.”
Professor Flitwick clenched one hand into a fist and coughed, then waved the wand in his other hand.
The painting Scott had been holding rose into the air and attached itself to the wall behind the lectern.
“Everyone, go to your seats!” he ordered, dispersing the students.
After the students sat down, Professor Flitwick climbed onto the pile of books beside the lectern once more.
“This is a birthday present Mr Trollope specially prepared for me!”
He proudly pointed his wand at the painting on the wall.
The students began whispering among themselves, unable to understand what Professor Flitwick wanted to say.
Scott even heard someone say that he was seeking attention and trying to deceive Professor Flitwick with a worthless Muggle oil painting.
Professor Flitwick swept his gaze around the classroom.
“I am awarding Ravenclaw fifty points!” he declared loudly.
“For Mr Trollope’s astonishing magical attainments!”
The moment his words fell, the classroom suddenly became silent for an instant, then grew even noisier in the next second.
The Hufflepuff students all shouted that it was unfair, while even a small number of Ravenclaw students showed expressions of disagreement.
Only Roger and Milton, who were sitting with Scott, congratulated him.
Roger did so because he trusted Professor Flitwick’s judgement, while Milton truly believed the painting was excellent.
Scott knew that most Ravenclaw students were like Roger.
Although they were all confused, intelligent people did not reach conclusions easily, and they chose to trust their Head of House. Get faster updates on g.com.
“Silence!”
Professor Flitwick sharply stopped the students’ noise, waving the wand in his hand with some excitement.
“Of course you do not understand why I would award Ravenclaw points because of a painting that cannot move, but I will explain!”
The students immediately quietened obediently.
Scott felt that this was also because the class consisted of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
If Gryffindor and Slytherin students had been here, they likely would not have been so obedient.
Professor Flitwick nodded in satisfaction and said to the students, “As you explore magic more deeply, you will gradually develop an increasingly clear understanding of magical power.”
His voice rose and fell with passion.
“When that time comes, you will sense that although each of you possesses magical power, it presents itself in different states because of your individual differences.”
Although the students did not know what this had to do with the painting, they still listened with reasonable seriousness.
Professor Flitwick gave an example.
“If Headmaster Dumbledore saw this painting, he would certainly recognise its subject at first glance.”
His small body bounced slightly on the pile of books as he puffed out his chest.
“Ahem.
If all outward forms are stripped away, what Mr Trollope painted is me!”
“So that’s it!” Milton blurted out excitedly.
“That is why this painting felt familiar to me.”
He raised his head and looked at the painting on the wall.
“The admirable qualities of wisdom and courage existing together.
This painting truly depicts Professor Flitwick!”
The highly emotional Milton was never stingy with praise, and sometimes his words were even somewhat excessive.
“Ahem.” In any case, Professor Flitwick’s face blushed red again.
“Thank you.
Thank you for your praise, Mr Graves.”
At this time, the other students also began examining the painting carefully with new eyes.
But no matter how many times they looked, they still could not see Professor Flitwick in the brightly coloured abstract painting.
A Hufflepuff student raised his hand.
“Yes, Mr Diggory?” Professor Flitwick looked towards him.
Cedric Diggory was a prominent Hufflepuff student in the same year as Scott.
Scott also turned his head to look at him.
(End of Chapter)
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