Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 202 The world in the painting

"The soul of an angel?"

The grandfather looked at the small "postage stamp" Connor put on the table and asked, "This is what you and Professor Dumbledore want? You want this to do."

Old Diwen paused suddenly, and suddenly raised his head to look at Connor: "Do you want to incorporate this soul into your painting?"

Connor didn't expect his little thought to be discovered all of a sudden, he nodded: "Yes, I really want to give my paintings a soul, but I don't know if it can be done, so I want to ask for advice Hi, but...how did you know I wanted this?"

The grandfather took a deep look at Connor: "You are not the only one in our family who wants to do this. Or, those of us who are used to drawing, who has not had this idea? It is not difficult to guess .”

That’s how it turned out, Connor suddenly realized that those ancestors often thought about “putting their souls into paintings”. If they put their souls into paintings, wouldn’t they achieve eternal life!But so far no one seems to have succeeded, and there is probably no way to do this.

Connor shook his head in frustration and said, "So, there is no way to do it? That's a pity."

"No." The grandfather denied Connor's guess: "There is a way, and this is one of our family's forbidden techniques."

"Eh?" Connor was stunned, and said in astonishment, "There really are? Then why."

"Why don't we draw ourselves that way, right?" the old man on the wall, Benedict, said suddenly, looking at Connor with a smile on his face.

Connor scratched his head: "Mr. Monet, didn't you say that you once completed the magic that can enter the painting? Could it be... this is it?"

Connor is still thinking about learning that magic, but now he still has a "finishing touch" that he hasn't learned, so he won't aim too high for the time being.

"Of course not." The ancestor in the painting shook his head and said, "Connor, do you know what it means to enter a painting with your soul?"

Connor tilted his head, puzzled.

"That means, you will be locked into the world of the painting forever and become a ghost in the painting."

Connor stroked his chin and said, "Isn't that good, this will make you live forever."

"Hehe, it's not that easy." Benedict shook his head and smiled, "You know ghosts, right?"

"Yes, there are many in the school."

"Ghosts are souls with obsessions. Do you think ghosts can be regarded as immortal? Obviously not, ghosts are already dead. They have lost the ability to affect reality and remain in the world relying on negative energy. If that counts as longevity, why don't all wizards turn into ghosts?"

"Yeah, why?" Connor asked blankly, as if he hadn't woken up.

"." This (outer) grandson will not be stupid, the grandfather took over the conversation and said: "That's because ghosts have no [real sense], they have no sense of smell, taste, or touch, and the world they see in their eyes is also lost. Colored. Can you imagine what it would be like to live in such a world, if it wasn’t for obsession and the fading emotion after becoming ghosts, they might have dissipated by themselves.”

"But our paintings are different, Connor." The grandfather looked at the paintings on the wall, and said with a little melancholy: "We can give the paintings [abilities]. Going into the painting was really close to making this person immortal but we didn't dare to do it."

"And why?" Connor was really puzzled this time, since he could do such a thing, why didn't he dare?

"This is a forbidden technique of the family. Since it is a forbidden technique, there must be a reason for it. It is because the ancestors we used to do this all went crazy in the end."

"what?"

"Bring Connor in and have a look, Divin." Benedict said: "Let him see the world in the painting with his own eyes, and he will understand."

"Eh???" Connor was startled, what kind of situation is this?Can I get into the painting?

"Hehe, it's time to let you know, Connor, this is our family's biggest secret." Old Divin stood up, he waved his wand, probably casting an isolation spell, and then walked to Benedict In front of the ancestor's painting, the frame was removed.

"Wait? Grandfather? What does this mean?" Connor asked, waving his hands. Could it be that...Connor's face was full of surprise, eighth of curiosity, and 91% of excitement. The biggest secret in the family was finally about to let me know. Do you understand! ?

My grandfather took down this half-height oil painting. The person in the oil painting is the ancestor of the family, Benedict Gener Monet Bertram Lake, the longest and largest of all the oil paintings.

"Connor remember this spell: Inizio [One painting opens the sky] (spell)" Grandpa waved his wand, and then Connor felt that the painting in front of him had become different, but he couldn't tell what was different, until Grandfather inserts his hand into the painting
!!!

Old Diwen grabbed Connor, and then he took a step into the painting, and the two were "sucked" into the painting at the same time.

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"Welcome to the world of paintings, Connor."

Connor looked at the ancestor of the Lake family who appeared in front of him, and his jaw almost fell to the ground in shock: "Mr. Momonet?"

Then Connor looked around and stammered, "I, this is... ran into the painting!?"

"That's right, this is what only the patriarch of our family can know. The biggest secret of the Lake family, the window that can enter the world in the painting, the greatest magic painting——【Monet the Pioneer】!"

"Shut up, Diwen." The old ancestor rolled his eyes at his grandfather angrily: "This is not the greatest painting, it's just because none of my descendants can learn this magic. When Connor learns this magic, it will When it is carried forward, it is considered [great]."

The old grandfather blushed: "This is not this." He was humiliated again in front of Connor, and his flattery was slapped on the horse's leg, but his grandfather dared not speak out.

But Connor didn't notice his grandfather's predicament. He was looking around excitedly with his eyes glowing. The world in front of him was the world in the painting!I actually walked into the paper!This is so. so. so powerful!

But soon, Connor calmed down, and he asked suspiciously: "Mr. Monet, why is your painting so small?"

As soon as these words were said, the scene suddenly became a little more awkward.

Patriarch Monet pretended to cough and said: "Because... my ability is limited, I did my best back then."

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(End of this chapter)