Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 217 Final Chapter: Your Name

On the night of July [-], there was a lot of wind and rain.

A flash of lightning illuminates a tall tower standing deep in the dense forest.

The wind howled, and the torrential rain kept beating on the tower. The tower washed by the rain seemed to be shining with silver light.

If a traveler saw this scene, he would definitely think that he saw the castle of the Demon King.

It's a pity that no normal person will travel in such thunderstorm weather. If you see someone flying in the sky on a motorcycle at night, then I can tell you responsibly that he must not be a normal person.

"Hahahahahaha! Finally...finally! Everything is ready!"

In the "Devil King's Castle", someone's ghostly laughter sounded.

The Great Demon King Connor is laughing wildly, he is very happy now.

"Conan, tell me what time it is."

“现在是91年7月30日，伦敦时间21点46分58秒。”柯南的声音一如既往的没有干劲。

"Aha? I didn't expect that I've been in retreat for almost a month." Connor scratched his messy hair that hadn't been done for a long time, and said a little surprised.

This was Connor's first "closed-door practice", and he never thought that in order to master a magic, he would really have to practice hard in closed doors.

For nearly a month, Connor has been hiding in his "castle" to practice magic - "the finishing touch".

In order to truly "master" this magic, he has been practicing almost every day and night, just to keep his hand from shaking when using this magic to hold the pen.

It was unimaginable for Connor to do one thing without sleeping and eating, but for the faith in his heart, he really did it.

On Connor's left hand side, there is a pile of drawing paper half a person's height. These are the papers Connor consumed during this period... jin...

All kinds of messy things were drawn on the drawing paper, such as fruit, tables, chairs, swords... Most of them were still life and dead objects, and Connor drew whatever he thought of.

Because it was just for training in using magic, Connor didn't draw characters or Yokai cards.

Now, Connor can finally guarantee that he will not make mistakes when using this magic, and his understanding of the finishing touch magic is also clearer.

Connor picked up a sketch on the side. It was a sword, a Gryffindor sword stuck in wood.

Connor turned the paper upside down, and then a section of the sword hilt "falled" out of the drawing paper. The drawing paper was sunken in the middle, and the sword hilt was still protruding slowly.

Then Connor grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and pulled it out forcefully, and a "Gryffindor Sword" that could be faked appeared in Connor's hand.

Connor pulled the sword out of the drawing paper!
Connor swung the sword. Not only did he feel the handle of the hilt when he held it, but the weight of the sword in his hand was also the same as that of a real sword.

When the sword was raised and lowered, the corner of the table was split by a sword, and the sharpness was the same.

But in the next second, the sword in his hand also shattered, turning into a spot of light and disappearing.

Connor picked up the drawing paper again, and the sword appeared on the drawing paper again.

This is the magic called finishing touch, using magic power to manifest paintings, Connor has already understood its secret, this is not only a painting magic, but also the most advanced transformation technique - magic transformation.

That's right, the essence of this magic is the ultimate transformation magic magic transformation that Connor always thought wizards could not master!

We mentioned the difference between magic shaping and magic deformation before. The idea of ​​these two magics is to use "magic" as a substance to "transform". (in the chapter Connor's dueling lessons)

But because wizards have a limited understanding of "magic power", Connor has never seen anyone who can use real magic power to transform. Gryffindor seems to be able to, because there is an explanation in the imprint he left , but of course things that Connor has not seen with his own eyes cannot be counted.

But Connor didn't expect that the wizards in the Far East had already refined this magical transformation into magic patterns!

Magic Transformation Technique!The finishing touch!
The magical transfiguration technique that ordinary people can't use by imagination alone has been realized in the form of magic painting!

Like this Gryffindor sword (drawing).

It was a sword made entirely of magic, yet it possessed tactility, weight and astonishing sharpness.

All of this is achieved through magic transformation, and after the magic power is consumed (cutting the table), the magic power is not enough to maintain the shape of the sword, so it dissipates and returns to the painting.

But as long as Connor inputs magic power into the painting, the sword can still be used for playing, and as long as the input of magic power is maintained while playing, it can be played all the time.

As long as your magic can keep up, this is a real sword!

The finishing touch is a magic that can make fantasy come true!

Of course, this magic also has a limit.

First, it is limited by magic. For example, Connor drew a sun. When you take the sun out of the painting, the sun may be very bright or hot, but it cannot be real. the sun.

Magic deformation is not omnipotent.

Second, this magic is still limited by the painter himself. This is the same principle as magic painting. The finishing touch is still a painting magic after all, and the painter himself determines the upper limit of the painting.

Connor couldn't draw something he didn't understand at all.

For example, the little fairy drawn by Connor really can't pull s. Well, the example is over.

The last point, of course, is... this magic is really too difficult, most people will definitely not be able to learn it, and Connor can't use this magic with ease now.

Although Connor has not yet mastered this magic perfectly, but...he can't wait.

"I can't wait, Conan."

Connor's face flushed with excitement, he had been waiting for this moment for too long, and he decided not to wait any longer.

I have spent all my sleep and food, devoting all my energy, all my energy, all my energy, all this to today! (cross out)

The dream of the past is now in sight!
On the table in front of Connor, there were three things, a piece of drawing paper, a stamp, and a bottle of potion.

The gold paper the size of A2 paper was equivalent to buying half of Diagon Alley's wealth (not counting the half of Gringotts), and it just lay on Connor's desk.

Connor stretched out his hand tremblingly, and gently, gently... pushed the A2 paper away from the middle, turning it into two A3 papers.

There is no way, this thing is too expensive, and Connor feels a little pain in the flesh, so it is better to save it, save it... Anyway, the magic power that enters and exits the frame is deformed and not a real person.

Connor looked at the stamp containing the angel's remnant soul again...

…Connor still feels a little pain in the flesh, why didn't he make this paper into A4? A5 is also fine...it can't be changed now.

And finally... a magic potion, Felicia.

This is a potion that is said to bring luck to people. In fact, it is a potion that can greatly improve thinking ability in a short period of time, keeping your brain in the most perfect state.

It can achieve the level of "dodging all the spells that shoot at you with only subconsciousness".

It is a very famous lucky potion in the wizarding world, and it is also a bit expensive.

Connor now needs the power of this potion.

Because he wants to do something big!There is no room for loss!

Connor raised his head and drank a sip of Felix Elixir (too much of this stuff is useless), and the next moment, a huge wave seemed to explode in his mind.

Countless strange ideas were strung together in my mind, countless novel and interesting ideas came up one after another, and countless problems that I had been thinking about before were all figured out at once!

"This feel..." Connor's footsteps were a little erratic as if he was drunk: "It's really addictive! Come on! Get the paintbrush!"

Connor raised his hand, and the paintbrush flew into his hand, and then the specially prepared precious paints floated around Connor one by one like soldiers in an array.

Connor took the paintbrush and spun around in a circle, posing in a shameful pose: "Here she comes! She's here!"

Connor is on top.

Angel Soul, get ready...

Character setting, injection completed...

Gryffindor's sword skills are all stuffed in...

soul, knowledge, body...

When the brush falls, it is destined that a miracle will be born at this moment...

Shawl's golden hair, jewel-like emerald green eyes...

Under the bright silver armor, there is a skirt with a blue background and white border...

Petite body, shadowless long sword...

And...the iconic daft!

The king of knights...my lord.

Close up!

A bright blue light flashed.

The girl knight in armor stood in front of Connor, her emerald eyes were quietly watching Connor, and a familiar voice sounded in her ears:

"Servant Saber came following the call, I ask you..."

"Are you my Master?"

Connor at this time...

Connor knelt down on one knee, holding a bright red rose in his hand: "Yes! That's right! It's me!!"

"O beautiful knight king! Can you tell me your name? This is the request of my life!"

"?"

The girl knight king tilted her head, and looked at the strange boy in front of her in puzzlement, and the stupid hair on her head shook accordingly. Although she didn't understand what the master was doing, the procedure still had to go:

"Since you are my master, my sword will be with you from now on, and your fate will be with me. Here, the contract is completed... Wait, wait, what are you doing??"

Connor moved to the front of the King of Knights regardless of his image, clutching her gauntlet tightly, his eyes full of enthusiasm: "Name! Name! Tell me your name yourself! Quick! Quick!"

"??" The girl knight couldn't turn her hair around anymore: "Can you let go first...Okay, okay, my name is Artoria Pendragon!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Connor let go, he ran to the window, facing the wind and rain, and let out a groundhog scream: "My life! I have died without regret!!!"

"???"

The new King of Knights couldn't comprehend what was happening in front of her at all, and her "memory" couldn't tell her how to deal with the situation in front of her.

"Master, I am for the Holy Grail..."

"Holy Grail? What Holy Grail? Never mind this, Saber-chan, from today onwards, you will be my head maid! Come quickly, I have prepared a lot of beautiful clothes for you!"

"???????"

The dazed King Mao doesn't know yet, she still has a lot to learn...

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(End of this chapter)