Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 204 Soul and Painting

"Of course you can learn. I've always wanted to teach you this." Monet said cheerfully, "But you just can't learn it yet."

"Eh? Why?" Connor felt that his level of magic was still a bit low. Is this contemptuous?

"Because if you want to learn this magic, you not only need to be successful in your drawing magic, but also need to have extremely profound knowledge of space magic, but now you haven't even learned apparation, so naturally you can't learn this magic."

"Eh? That's it?" Connor was a little frustrated: "Then when can I learn this?"

The grandfather smiled and said: "Don't worry, Connor, it's useless to worry, this magic can't be learned overnight, or it can't be learned by ordinary people at all. There are only so many patriarchs in the Lake family, Mr. Monet." People can use it, so you should enrich your magic knowledge first."

"Hmph! A group of useless juniors!" Monet's ancestor reprimanded very shamelessly: "I don't know how to do anything, and do nothing, what a shame!"

The grandfather was temporarily immune to the verbal attacks of his ancestors, and said to Connor with a forced smile: "In short, Connor, when you can see through the space magic at King's Cross Station, come and ask Mr. Monet about this magic. Now you want to There is still a lot to learn.”

"I understand, then." Connor nodded, and pulled back the topic that ran a chapter: "...can you explain why it is a forbidden technique to enter the painting with the soul?"

"Well, I don't think it's difficult to understand Connor. Think about it, if you are locked in such a small room for a full 100 years, what do you think?"

"Ah?" Connor was stunned: "You mean, those painters who used to seal their souls into paintings went crazy because they couldn't bear the boredom in the paintings? This can't be done? It can be done in paintings Isn’t there a lot of things to do? And there are so many paintings to chat with, how could it be boring.”

Ancestor Monet shook his head and said, "Is it boring? You can also say that. You may not want to believe it, but they are really crazy like that."

"The difference between painted souls and ghosts is that the souls in the paintings have a clear perception of the surrounding world. As long as they are in the painted world, they are no different from normal people, and they can even do things that humans can't do. It sounds like a beautiful thing, but you must not ignore a premise: that is in the painting."

"They can't affect reality. From the moment they become the souls in the painting, they are already [people from other worlds] that have nothing to do with the real world."

"Although the soul of painting can do many things, they are only in the painting, and they cannot affect reality. This means that no matter what happens in reality, he can only watch and do nothing. It is actually a great pain.”

"Ordinary magic paintings are different. Magic paintings have no soul, which means that they have no feelings. For example, I have lived in Lake Manor for more than 800 years. In fact, every time I see a younger generation pass away, I should be very sad. Sad."

"But... I don't have a soul, I can't perceive this kind of [sadness] emotion, I can only judge that I will be [sadness] through the memory when I was alive, and then I will behave like this"

Ancestor Monet looked at Connor and said, "You have painted so many paintings, you should know that if the people in the paintings really have feelings, it's not luck, it's more like a curse."

Connor thought about it seriously, if his monster cards really have souls and emotions
Then those "monsters" who are usually carried around by their masters like treasures may be very happy, but those "monsters" who have been used, outdated, and thrown aside and never bothered, will be a kind of How do you feel?

Connor probably understood what Patriarch Monet meant.

Imagine that you used to live as a person, but one day, you become a "person in the painting", no matter what happens in reality-whether it is someone eating instant noodles in front of you, or your husband is present*( cross it out), you can only look at it through a mirror, and you can't do anything.

Then after decades or nearly a hundred years have passed, all the people or things you are familiar with have passed away, things are different, and no one in the world can resonate with your feelings. At that time, do you feel that you are still alive in this world? What is the point of the world anyway?

This is not real longevity.

But
"Mr. Monet, if I inject my soul into my magical painting that can be materialized, wouldn't that not only affect reality, but also truly immortality?" Connor's eyes did not dim, but became brighter up.

Mr. Monet and his grandfather looked at each other, and then laughed at the same time. The grandfather said: "You are right, Connor, you don't know how shocked my heart was when you used this magic, although I don't know I don't know what the actual result will be, but your magic is indeed possible to achieve the longevity that our family has been pursuing for nearly a thousand years."

"Connor, do you know about liches?" Mr. Monet asked with a smile.

"Ah? Is there really such a creature as a lich?" Connor said a little surprised.

"Well, there are indeed records of this kind of immortal creature in our family. In fact, it is not difficult to have an immortal body. There are not a few old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years in this world, and it is not uncommon for them to die. But there is always a price to pay if you want to be immortal, so the difficulty is actually how to minimize this price.”

"A lich is a [art of immortality] that needs to pay a very high price. It is said that if you want to become a lich, you have to seal your soul into the phylactery in exchange for an immortal body. As a price, the lich Not everyone can accept the price of losing most of their emotions and becoming a living corpse."

"Wait!" Why does this thing sound so much like Lao Fu?Connor stared, maybe old Tom got his "inspiration" from the Lich! ?But how did he manage to preserve his feelings?No, who knows if that ghost thing still has feelings...

"What's wrong?" Grandfather asked curiously.

"It's nothing. You continue to talk." Connor didn't express his thoughts, and no one is sure whether Lao Fu is dead or not.

"Well, we wizards are very emotional. This is our characteristic and the source of our strength. A wizard who has lost his emotions is indeed only worthy of being called a lich. Connor, you know that Nicole Le Mei?" Grandfather laughed.

"Uh, I know, the greatest alchemist, he made the Philosopher's Stone."

"Yes, this is also an example of longevity. He seems to be more than 600 years old this year, and he is still alive, but he is just alive. Look at his appearance." Grandpa raised his hand, a skinny old man The illusion appeared in front of Connor: "In my opinion, he is no different from a lich."

"These are not the longevity that our family pursues. We not only hope to live a long life, but also hope to live like a normal person, so." Grandfather looked at Connor: "Your magic is very important."

"This magic from the Far East is like the last piece of the puzzle, making our family's dream come true. Our family has the magic of painting with the soul, and the ability to build the world in the painting, but we can't do it with the painting. Affecting reality. Connor, you now understand what your magic means."

Connor understands, what else does he not understand, no wonder it caused an earthquake-like effect when the monster card came out, wizards all over the world seemed to be paying attention to Connor's monster card, presumably the old man who could have thought of this at the time did not Not a few.

If it weren't for the fact that the monster card was a half-finished product—half of it was connected to the card, and his grandfather and Dumbledore blocked him from the pressure, Connor suspected that he had been captured by the legendary old monster.

Although Connor didn't know what old monsters these old monsters were.

Tsk tsk tsk, painting with soul... Immortality... A little excited, a little excited...

Connor grabbed the hem of his grandfather's clothes, and his bright eyes widened: "Grandfather, I also want to learn this magic, please!"

(End of this chapter)