gives the wizarding world a small shock!

Miss Luna! Are you going to be my first investor?!

It's so embarrassing to have a ten-year-old girl sponsor my art...

"I'd love to, Miss Luna."

Ethan's eyes sparkled.

He had considered submitting articles to newspapers and magazines before.

But the problem remains: he lacks professional art tools, is too young, and no one has the discerning eye to appreciate his art.

One rejection letter even stated, "You should pay me for the emotional distress caused by viewing this artwork."

Damn it!!

That's a biology journal! What's wrong with him drawing some anatomical diagrams that demonstrate professional knowledge?

But now, Ethan has finally found a kindred spirit.

Although the other party has not yet seen his paintings.

But Ethan will never let her regret it.

Luna blinked, wondering why the boy had suddenly started calling her "Miss Luna".

But she illogically assumed that the boy who could chat so easily with her must also be a great artist.

"Okay, it's settled then."

Luna nodded and smiled at Ethan.

"I'll tell my dad when I get home. Oh, by the way, he's the editor-in-chief of 'Singing the Quibbles'."

"Hmm... I think the article about how riding a flying broomstick for a long time can cause 'broom rash' doesn't have a suitable illustration yet. Because you see, everyone is still flying around on flying broomsticks. And those who have the disease never easily let others see their butts."

Luna said in a very serious tone.

Ethan suddenly realized.

The reason he could have such a good conversation with Luna, the ten-year-old witch, was because she spoke in a very organized and logical way.

Especially when speaking a long passage, they can clearly express their meaning.

Most children speak their minds in a rambling, unrelated way, often making nonsensical or rambling statements.

...Perhaps it's precisely because everyone can understand what Luna is saying that they find the content even more absurd.

Ethan: "I will make everyone fully aware of the dangers of 'broom rash,' don't worry."

As he spoke, Ethan flashed a confident smile.

They solved the problem of art supplies and even got access to magazines where they could publish their artwork.

Ethan's mood instantly brightened.

Luna's long, pale golden hair and fair face, which shimmered in the sunlight, seemed to be shrouded in a golden light in his eyes.

Luna, you little angel!

At the same time, Ethan secretly made a vow in his heart.

He will surely bring "Singing a Different Tune" into the public eye through his superb paintings.

Take down the Daily Prophet!

at the same time.

Those working at the Daily Prophet suddenly felt a chill.

It's as if it's being targeted by some evil force...

Hmm, that must be an illusion.

After all, the greatest terror, the "mysterious man," has already fallen, hasn't he?

After buying his school supplies, Ethan went to a bookstore to gather material and browsed through books such as "The Complete Book of Sixteenth-Century Penalties," "Various Trauma and Treatments," and "The Truth About Witch Hunting You Don't Know."

Benefited a lot.

As the sun sets, its fiery afterglow paints the sky crimson.

Ethan and Luna said goodbye.

"I'll write to you when I get back," Luna said. "It's a pity my family is having a freshwater fish flood recently, otherwise I would have invited you to come over."

"I'm really looking forward to it," Ethan said with a smile.

The wind blew across his cheeks, his black hair fluttered, his cobalt blue eyes curved upwards, and his raven-feather-like eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath them.

Even in thin, worn clothing, her outstanding charisma still shone through, drawing attention.

Luna stared blankly at Ethan until his figure disappeared down the street before she came to her senses.

"...You've made new friends! Dad will be so happy."

Luna muttered to herself, her spirits lifting once more.

Ignoring the stares of others, she skipped and hopped like a little deer towards her father, who was already waiting for her.

……

Spider's End Alley.

After returning home, Ethan didn't have to wait long before one foggy morning, he saw an owl fly in from Luna's house.

What was being transported was a complete set of painting materials.

It includes a set of twelve colors of oil paint and turpentine, a sheet of oil painting paper, and three brushes of different sizes.

The materials aren't anything fancy; they're all very basic.

Among the "heavy weapons" in the studio of my previous life, it probably doesn't even count as a corner, after all, even the canvases are divided into different grades.

But now, Ethan held the pile of art supplies in his blackened fingertips as if he had found a treasure.

In this monotonous and simple room filled with black and white sketches, they were the only vibrant colors.

Along with them came a letter from Luna:

My good friend Ethan:

[My dad and I have discussed it, and he'd be very happy to publish your artwork and is looking forward to seeing what you'll create. I think we should use illustrations for "broom rash" in our first issue. The original manuscript is below.]

After you finish drawing, please give the original manuscript to Carrot—it's the owl that delivers messages.

After we receive the original manuscript, we will make copies at my home. Once the copies are complete, we will send your original manuscript back to you, and you can keep it for yourself.

Looking forward to your reply, Luna

[P.S. I hope I didn't buy the wrong art supplies, because they are "animal-derived, pure, unprocessed pigments." I think that's very interesting.]

After reading the letter, a smile unconsciously appeared on Ethan's lips.

He looked up at the grey-blue owl standing on the windowsill, and the owl looked back at him with its bright yellow eyes.

"Coo coo?"

The owl turned its neck ninety degrees and blinked its eyes.

Idiot.

Ethan chuckled twice, raised his hand to beckon the owl over, and poured it a dish of water.

As for food...

In the garbage-strewn Spider's Tail Alley, there's a delicious and refreshing meal.

Without delay, Ethan immediately began preparing to paint.

He first went to the water pipe to carefully rinse his hands and dry them before opening the sketchbook.

As he stroked the off-white texture of the drawing paper, Ethan felt his artistic soul burning brightly.

Is that an illustration of broom rash?

very good!

He will definitely use his paintings to make it impossible for others to treat this article as a ridiculous joke anymore.

In a state of heightened emotion, inspiration flowed like a spring, bursting forth from my mind.

Ethan picked up his paintbrush—he couldn't yet transform his wand into a paintbrush that was uniquely his own.

He dipped his brush in red paint, smeared it on the paper, and began to paint with complete concentration.

Gradually, a faint smell of blood began to permeate the room.

......

As the sun rises and sets, and the sky gradually darkens.

Ethan finally put down his paintbrush.

By this time, he was already pale and panting heavily.

However, Ethan's eyes were as bright as stars, staring intently at the drawing paper, looking completely absorbed.

From an outsider's perspective, it might seem strange and send chills down one's spine.

The once pristine white paper was now covered in red.

[An exceptionally high-quality painting has been detected and automatically added to the gallery]

【Name: Broom rash】

[Type: Portrait]

[Rank: Tier 1, White Rare]

[Description: "You're looking at this report, broom rash? What's that? Hahaha, so funny! -- Wait, which part of your body are you using to talk to me?!"]

【Effects: ① Viewing this painting will cause intense discomfort to the other person and may trigger broom PTSD; ② Using this painting will cause a slight red rash to appear on the area that comes into contact with the painting.】

[Hint: This painting can be further upgraded if combined with the corresponding spells.]

[Number of paintings currently in the gallery: 2]

[New Player Gift Pack Unlocked: 2/5]

—It's done!