Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 146 Connor Draws Conan

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The Room of Requirement, which has become the entertainment room of the fraternity, everyone likes to come here to play when they are free. At this moment, Fred and George are tossing about on the sofa.

"This magic is really interesting, lumos (fluorescent flashes)" Fred swung his wand and used the lumos spell, leaning against George's wand that maintained the original light spell. It seemed that the two groups of lights were similar.

"The fluorescent spell has no temperature, but this light is warm and comfortable to touch. It's amazing." George said.

"By the way, what would happen if you touched a black magic item with this light?" Fred's thoughts of dying came alive again.

"I don't know, although the professor doesn't let us do it, it should be interesting, why don't we try it!?" George and Fred always wear a pair of trousers.

"But we don't have dark magic items."

"Just ask someone to borrow one."

The two turned their gazes to the other side, Alice who was standing next to Connor stuttering.

Connor, who was drawing, noticed them, sighed and shook his head helplessly: "I said, can you two calm down a bit, the intersection of light and dark often has unknowable consequences, if there is no accident, your black magic Items will be scrapped, but if you're unlucky you might get killed by an explosion."

"The professor said that there might be an explosion, but the chances are very small." George seemed to be listening to the class seriously.

"Connor, why do you sound like you are very skilled?" Fred asked with his eyebrows raised while lying on the sofa.

"." Of course Connor would not tell them that he had tried a small prop that night. In addition to proving that source light magic is indeed the nemesis of black magic, he also lost a ten Galleon prop. He pretended to be relaxed Said: "After I finished class, I ran to ask Professor Sable, and he talked to me a lot."

"That's it, then forget it, we still can't afford to pay for the magic props." The twins gave up their mind, and then they turned their attention to Connor's painting.

"Connor, you've been painting for a long time. When will you be able to draw well? Didn't you draw quickly for others before?"

Alice can't stand it anymore, can't these two be quiet?Don't you know that it's impolite to disturb others enjoying the beautiful scenery! ?

She turned her head and glared at the two, with her hands on her hips, she looked like a fried cat protecting its food, she said angrily: "Can you two shut up and play your cards? Don't bother Connor draws!"

Cedric and Roger, who were playing cards on the other side, laughed, and the twins shrank their necks and stuck out their tongues, daring not to speak.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I'm almost finished." Connor looked at the little boy in front of him who was wearing a small blue suit and shorts, a red bow tie and black-rimmed eyes, showing a malicious smile.

"Connor, who is this painting...?" Alice asked a little puzzled as she looked at this cartoon, which was different from a realistic oil painting.

"This is the boy genius Conan, a detective!"

"Conan? It sounds familiar. Isn't that the Muggle writer who wrote Sherlock Holmes? This is the comic version of Conan? It looks kind of cute." Alice thought for a while, then clapped her hands and said.

"Oh? Alice, have you seen Sherlock Holmes?"

"I used to have a lot of miscellaneous books at home, and I read a little bit of everything. Those novels were quite interesting. I thought those detectives were wizards."

"Haha, the detective is indeed amazing, but this Conan of mine is not that writer, you just treat him as a special character card."

At this time, the twins had come running over, but Connor had spent more than an hour drawing this simple painting, which must be unusual, and they were really curious.

"Conan? Connor, you didn't draw it based on yourself, did you? Have you ever worn this suit before? By the way, why did you draw such a picture all of a sudden?" Fred looked Looking at Connor's painting, he asked with a smile.

"This is my second magic painting in the true sense. It can be regarded as a rather special attempt." Connor picked up the drawing paper with satisfaction, and he wanted to find a frame to put it in.

At this time, Conan in the painting was about to "wake up" in a daze, and Connor quickly made a "shh" gesture to the surroundings.

Conan woke up from the darkness, he vaguely remembered who he was with before?Wait, who am I?where am I?What am I going to do?As soon as Conan opened his eyes, he saw a handsome giant staring at him, and he uttered a fluent English: "F***, Hu Ayu!?"

Connor showed a kind smile: "Hi, do you remember who you are?"

"I..." Conan covered his head. He looked around and found himself in a room with a bed and a table. There were a lot of papers on the table. He was stunned and said, "I am Conan?"

"Yes, that's right, you are Conan, then do you remember what you did before?"

"I" Conan's eyes became confused again: "I seem to be a detective, me and no, I was knocked down by them when I was investigating two men in black...then..."

Suddenly, Conan's face turned pale: "Am I dead?"

Connor's smile became more and more kind: "Yes, you are a detective. You unfortunately passed away because of investigating an accident, but I saved you."

"You saved me?" Conan realized something was wrong. The giant in front of him was too big, and his body seemed to have shrunk?
"That's right, I'm a magician. When I passed by, I saved your soul and put it in this painting."

Connor looked at Conan expectantly, waiting for his answer, but the result didn't seem to satisfy him. Conan was confused for a moment, then nodded in a daze and said, "Is it a magician? It's unbelievable, so I became a Is it a painting?"

Connor frowned, this reaction...was a bit different from the Conan he remembered.

"You believe what I say?"

"No, I don't believe it, I don't believe there is magic in the world, but... it's true, isn't it? The shrunken body, this picture frame like a window, and the messy memories in my mind are telling me that all this It’s all true, if you exclude all the impossible, the rest, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth, isn’t it?”

Connor sighed and said: "The organization is clear and the thinking is clear, this is actually drawn."

After that, Connor asked and answered Conan again, and the people around him were puzzled, why did this person still play with his paintings?

After asking a bunch of questions, Connor took the frame and mounted the picture. Alice observed Connor's expression and asked, "Connor, your experiment... was successful?"

Connor shook his head, nodded again, and said, "Half and half, as a magic painting, I was indeed successful, but I only succeeded in drawing a magic painting."

Alice didn't understand what Connor meant, but he didn't look very happy.

Connor picked up the framed painting and said to Conan, "Conan, do you know what you are going to do?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I will follow your orders."

"Very well, I have a task for you here."

(End of this chapter)