As long as Klein doesn''t want to, no one can know what he did.


    Life is calm like a pool of water that can''t lift any ripples. You can say it''s boring or happy.


    Mixed with a group of young wizards who can no longer be young, Klein felt that his state of mind was gradually becoming young.


    Although he was a man of his own way, he never admitted that he was an old monster who had lived for three generations.


    "Blue and green, well, good."


    During the hard holiday, most of the students chose to sleep in, but Klein secretly ran to the lake to start his creation while the wind was clear and.


    He is drawing.


    Although he is very interested in all kinds of knowledge, Klein himself has never made even a little creation about art.


    He believes that all his enthusiasm can be well reflected in the magic spells and amazing alchemy ceremonies.


    Art is a very personal thing.


    He always says that.


    But today, somehow, he chose to pick up the brush.


    Lake light, glittering with gold spots.


    A bird skimmed low through the not very thick clouds and chirped.


    Very noisy, but also very life.


    Klein scattered his hair and painted it on the canvas one by one. His eyes were very focused.


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


    "Hoo ~ OK."


    I don''t know how long it took, Klein''s painting was finally completed.


    Although watching Hogwarts Castle painting, Klein''s painting has nothing to do with Hogwarts castle or the great lake in front of him.


    It was an oil painting with cool colors. The twisted blue and green lines formed all the contents of the picture.


    What should I say


    In general, should it be regarded as abstract?


    "Say, how do I draw?"


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


    "Very good."


    A dull voice came and felt a little unhappy.


    "Ha ha, good is good, bad is bad, you can tell the truth.


    Really, I''m not angry. "


    Klein smiled and put his arms on his head with a relaxed face.


    "Well... Not bad."


    After hearing this, the voice hesitated for a moment, and sure enough, changed her mouth.


    In his opinion, Klein''s artistic talent is obviously not as terrible as that in the field of magic, or even very bad!


    "Just good? I think it''s good."


    As if joking, Klein''s face suddenly turned positive, as if an artist had been insulted because his works had not been treated fairly.


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


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


    With a sigh, how can that voice say, it can only continue to go against its heart.


    Or, from the heart?


    Yes, he didn''t want to suffer, so he chose to follow his heart.


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


    The evil taste was satisfied, and Klein regained his normal expression and looked at an empty place.


    "Baimeng, trust me, I''m easy to talk."


    "Pooh! I believe you, you ghost!"


    If you can, baimeng really wants to slap this shameless human.


    Although for the devil, cunning is praise, the key is that the general devil is on the "cunning" side.


    Facing this powerful but shameless Human Mage, baimeng felt that he was like a harmless little white rabbit.


    "Yes, yes, yes."


    He scolded Klein 10000 times in his heart, but he still had to keep smiling on his face.


    There''s no way. Who calls him Klein''s demon now? Under the constraints of that unequal contract, he can''t resist at all.


    "Well, this crime will be over for hundreds of years at most."


    As if trying to comfort himself, Bynum blinked, and a trace of happiness could not help rising in his heart.


    No matter how powerful the human caster is, he can''t break through the racial restrictions. He allows Klein to live for hundreds of years at most.


    For demons, hundreds of years are nothing at all. Many powerful demons sleep for a few hundred years.


    "Ha ha."


    The devil''s mind was not hard to guess, but Klein didn''t want to care.


    If he knows what the other party thinks, he certainly doesn''t care.


    The length of life is not important, but the quality.


    He is not a madman who wants to be God, and longevity is not very attractive to him.


    When there was nothing in the world that attracted him, he thought that he might end his life quietly.


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


    But at this time, the calm lake suddenly rippled layers of ripples, and a water grain swam towards Klein''s shore like a sharp arrow!


    "Well, go back and remember to keep what I gave you."


    Klein waved his hand when he saw the water lines.


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


    "Oh."


    Klein shook his head and didn''t know what he was thinking.


    "Wow."


    The shadow came out of the water with drops of water - it was a very clever little snake.


    "Have you had enough?"


    Looking at the shrinking basilisk, Klein smiled and took the initiative to stretch out his palm.


    The Basilisk obediently climbed to Klein''s palm, spit out the letter, rubbed it in Klein''s palm, and slowly changed into a silver glittering hair ring.


    By smoothing his hair into a bundle, Klein was transformed into a short horsetail.


    Looking at the scenery in front of him, he seemed to look at the eighth floor of Hogwarts castle with a sense of heart. He silently picked up the brush and continued to paint the whole cold and dark oil painting with bright red.


    As if the flame was beating on the canvas, Klein smeared it one by one with great concentration.


    Sun, flame, Phoenix.


    The cold background seemed to live for a moment.


    If Byron were still here, he would have surprised his eyes.


    Now what Klein''s picture shows is completely different from that just now. Those chaotic lines have completely become docile, like clear water waves, without a trace of rebellion.


    Master creation.


    Absolute master creation!


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


    "Oh."


    Klein painted slowly before, but once he painted quickly. He finished all the work in almost ten minutes.


    Looking at his work, he nodded and muttered.


    "I said, art is a very private thing."


    While Klein finished his painting, a clear sound suddenly came from Dumbledore''s office.


    Phoenix, Nirvana.