, the living illustration is complete!

wow——

The invisible, cool spring water sprays towards you, like taking a sip of ice-cold mint on a summer day, refreshing to the core.

Although 1% is not much, the magic power surging within my body replenished the energy I had just lost.

"call……"

Ethan couldn't help but sigh comfortably, feeling a wave of relief wash over him.

His robes moved without wind, and dust, drawn by magic, flowed slowly around Ethan, mysterious and powerful.

I'm only 2% away from meeting the promotion requirements!

Ethan felt the magic surging within him, and he had a faint feeling that he was about to break through his shackles.

Like a dragon emerging from the sea, or a fish leaping over the dragon gate.

Breaking through the 40% barrier will definitely bring about a completely new change for him!

Ethan raised his wand and slowly chanted:

【Qiluo SHi DachUnzHU……Qiu ZhUi:DU……】

The tone was deep and melodious, like the chanting of a fairy under the moon.

As the elegant melody played, the three-headed dogs felt their eyelids growing heavier and their consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

No, woof! This is the enemy's treacherous scheme!

"Snoring~"

Looking at the three-headed dog that had fallen asleep immediately, Ethan raised the corners of his mouth.

Only strands of milky white silk, like spider silk, drifted out from the three-headed dog's head and wrapped around Ethan's wand.

Like a ring around a planet, it floats slowly.

—A series of images unfolded in Ethan's eyes.

There are scenes of Hagrid holding the little Cerberus in his arms, feeding it with a large pacifier, and chasing after goblins and playing around...

Then, there's the image of him growing up and becoming a powerful figure.

It felt as if I were buried in the flames of hell; a scorching smell filled my nostrils.

Through this battle, Ethan also realized more clearly that he lacked the means to engage in direct combat.

This time, you can use the ceiling to land a critical hit.

However, suitable terrain is not always available for layout.

Cerberus can make up for this.

It is a force capable of directly defeating the enemy!

Ethan nodded in satisfaction and collected the soul fragment into the prepared glass tube.

What we need to do now is to successfully create a lifelike portrait of Cerberus!

Create a summoning card!

Just then, the magical materials that Quirrell bought also began to arrive one after another.

Just by looking at Professor Quirrell's pained expression, Ethan was certain that this batch of goods was definitely pure.

"Hehehe~"

Ethan's cheerful laughter echoed like a ghost through the silent corridors of Hogwarts.

He cast an illusion spell on himself and left the restricted area with light steps.

Heading toward the Ravenclaw tower.

Along the way, several patrolling officers were frightened.

They clung to each other in terror.

It fostered their friendship.

the other side.

In a corner that Ethan didn't notice.

A figure slowly appeared.

His silver-white hair and beard shimmered with a silky sheen under the moonlight.

It was none other than Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore stood outside the restricted area corridor, his eyes behind his crescent-shaped glasses watching Ethan's departing figure with a sense of helplessness.

"These young wizards these days are so lively..."

"Dumbledore murmured."

After several days of observation, Ethan did not learn any strange black magic from Quirrell, nor was he led astray.

On the contrary, it almost drove Quirrell crazy.

"Why is Ethan so obsessed with living paintings? In the wild, his paintings shouldn't be of much use..."

I don't know why.

Dumbledore always had a vague sense of unease.

Ethan's recent state is very similar to what he was like before Halloween.

Quietly and attentively preparing for the painting.

Then give everyone a big performance.

No, that shouldn't be the case.

After all, the other competitors are all top students selected from various schools through multiple rounds of selection.

Ethan's paintings, which deviate somewhat from human nature, have little effect.

After thinking it over, Dumbledore felt relieved.

It does not threaten Hogwarts' excellent reputation.

"I'll ask the judges to give little Vincent a hard time then. I wonder what surprises this kid will bring us!"

......

In the days to come.

Ethan attends classes during the day and studies with Professor Quirrell after dinner.

Late at night, he would practice drawing living pictures.

This is the most difficult painting Ethan has ever created.

A 1.2 x 1.8 meter canvas, stretched on a wooden frame, stands like a wall in the bedroom.

When painting to a high place, Ethan had to stand on a stool.

Using a magic wand as a paintbrush and magic as paint.

By fusing fragments of souls as delicate as silkworm silk, the memories of living beings are gradually painted onto the canvas.

Every stroke felt like it was directly draining Ethan's life!

Make every stroke of his pen carry immense weight!

On one occasion, Ethan was so exhausted that he fell off his chair and collapsed to the ground.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already on the ceiling of the school clinic.

Michael and Mandy, his two roommates, carried him over.

"You need to eat more and rest more, child."

Head Nurse Mrs. Pomfrey said sternly and worriedly as she prepared a dazzling array of medications for him.

"Stop drawing your pictures!"

Ethan nodded in agreement.

That evening, he sat down in front of the easel again.

Painting is an expression and a test of life; not painting would be a waste of life!

The days passed by.

As the painting gradually took shape, Michael and Mandy went to sleep in the lounge again.

—Finally, the night before the challenge arrived.

late at night.

Moonlight streamed into the bedroom, spilling onto the canvas tanned from unicorn hair, casting a hazy, ivory-white glow.

The air seemed to stop flowing, stagnating silently in mid-air.

The leaves stopped rustling, and even the usually noisy crows fell silent, perched on the branches, their black eyes darting back and forth.

In the world, it seemed that only the soft rustling of paintbrushes on canvas remained.

Ethan was completely absorbed.

His cobalt blue eyes reflected only the canvas before him.

His face was as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat were seeping from his forehead. His body was trembling unconsciously due to exhaustion.

But Ethan didn't stop, continuing to extract every last drop of magic from his body.

He gathered these qualities into his brush, and painted strokes of black deeper than the night and red hotter than fire onto the canvas.

Every now and then, a tongue of fire would leap from the canvas and lick Ethan's hand.

Black streaks were left on his pale skin.

On the canvas, the enormous and ferocious appearance of the three-headed dog was complete.

It looks like it could move at any moment and leap out.

Only one last step left—

The finishing touch.

"call......"

Ethan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and steadied his pounding heart and trembling hands.

Success or failure hinges on this moment.

He will never be afraid.

Suddenly, Ethan opened his eyes.

As if a silver moon had appeared, his eyes shone with a bright and dazzling light, without the slightest hesitation.

His body was upright and steady, showing no signs of fatigue.

Raise your hand.

The paintbrush landed steadily in the disc-like eye socket, dotting the pupil in the center.

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock... six o'clock.

Three heads and six eyes.

When the last pupil was painted, a powerful aura swept out from the canvas!

"roar--!!!"

A roar like a lion, carrying an unparalleled aura, resounded throughout the entire bedroom!

No, it's not just the bedroom.

Instead, its sound penetrated the walls and bricks, echoing throughout the entire Hogwarts Castle!

Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and even Slytherin, who lived deep underground, were all awakened by this thunderous roar!

They froze in place, terrified and unable to move.

Outside the window, a sudden gust of wind arose.

The leaves rustled wildly, shaking off the swirling snow.

The crows cawed "Ah-ah-ah!" and scattered in a flurry.

Further away, there was Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid sat up in shock and found his hound, Tooth, trembling with fear under the bed.

Outside the Ravenclaw lounge.

Michael and Mandy both rolled off the sofa, looking at each other in horror, before finally glancing at their bedroom at the same time.

I clearly realized one thing—

Ethan's painting is finished.