Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 222 Meeting Parents (Fog)
"This... Let me introduce you. This is Artoria Pendragon, my wife..."

"Ok?"

"Ahem, just kidding, just kidding, this is the character I drew based on King Arthur, she is a painting with a soul, and she will be a new member of our family from now on~ She is a veritable swordsman, everyone You can call her saber..."

In the hut in the woods, Connor was introducing his new work to his family. The expressions of his grandfather, Flora and Ivan in front of him were all very unified.
"painting?!"

"Wife!?"

"King Arthur?!?"

Although they grasped different points, they all showed great surprise.

Saber, who was wearing a Japanese-style sailor suit, sighed. She stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said, "Hello, I am Arturia Pendragon, the heroic spirit of painting who has signed a contract with the master, please give me your advice." .”

"." How could this child blame (zhong) blame (er)? Was it being brought up by Connor? Grandfather and Flora thought this way, but Ivan couldn't hold back and asked:
"Connor, you just said she is King Arthur? Are you kidding me? How could King Arthur be a woman?"

Connor shrugged and said, "This is just my drawing of King Arthur, Ivan, I have been telling you since I was a child, to keep your imagination strong, nothing is impossible in this world."

The grandfather didn't pay attention to these details, he asked in a surprised tone: "Connor, did your Far East magic succeed?"

Connor nodded: "Well, it worked. These are all my achievements. Take a look."

Then Connor took out a few sheets of drawing paper from his pocket and handed them to several people.

"It's really...unbelievable, so...such a wonderful magic." Grandfather looked at the lifelike sword in his hand and let out bursts of admiration: "This magic is much more subtle than your half-finished magic."

"Connor, can this be eaten?" Ivan looked at the beautiful cake in his hand, with an expression of wanting to eat but not daring to eat it.

"Okay, don't worry, eat it, it tastes very good." Connor smiled.

Flora. Flora's focus was obviously not on Connor's magic painting. She kept staring at Saber, as if she wanted to see a flower.

Arturia was looked at very uncomfortable, and took a small step back under the extremely oppressive gaze, then Flora shifted her gaze, looked at Connor meaningfully, and changed the topic: " Connor, have you been studying this magic for a month?"

"Well, yes, because it's just at a critical time, I can't be distracted too much, so I locked myself up. Nothing big happened this month."

Connor lived a life of isolation from the world for a month. Even though he was used to staying at home, he still felt a bit unbearable. Damn, when will the magic world have the Internet?
"Oh nothing, by the way, someone tried to rob Gringotts a few days ago!" Ivan said suddenly, still eating the cake.

"Oh?"

"But the thief didn't seem to be successful. This matter was published in the Daily Prophet. On the day you asked Coco to buy magic materials, I happened to go to Diagon Alley, and I also met the legendary Harry that day. Potter!" Ivan said excitedly as if claiming credit.

"Have you seen Harry Potter?" Connor asked in surprise. Only then did he realize that the plot was about to begin, but it seems that his little butterfly hasn't affected Voldemort's actions yet?Everything seems to be going according to the original script
"Hmm, he's a little boy with glasses, he doesn't look special, but I didn't see the scar on his forehead." Ivan continued talking.

"Oh, that's it." Connor thought thoughtfully.

"Connor, your magic... I guess it can't be mass-produced in the factory." After observing the sword, the grandfather stuffed it back into the painting, and said:
"This magic is too complicated. The machines in the factory have almost reached their limit when producing your semi-finished magic products. I am afraid that your magic cannot be copied."

"Ah, so, it's within my expectation. I didn't intend to mass-produce this kind of magic painting." Connor nodded and said, "But even if it's not possible now, it's possible to do it in the future Yes, I think it's not a very difficult thing."

"Maybe, but I don't recommend you to spread this magic. It's a magic with infinite possibilities. Few wizards can resist the desire to study it." The grandfather closed his eyes and thought for a while, then smiled wryly:

"But... even I don't have the confidence to use this magic. Connor, your accomplishments in painting magic have already surpassed mine. It's really amazing."

Ivan's eyes widened: "Is Connor already this powerful!?"

"I'm just better at controlling magic power. Learning this magic doesn't mean anything." Connor waved his hand and smiled modestly.

"Okay, let's put the magic painting aside, Connor."

Flora couldn't hold back in the end, she walked over, seemingly lightly, but actually grabbed Artoria's hand firmly, feeling the touch of her arm and the body temperature that was no different from that of ordinary people, Flora laughed said:

"...I think this lovely child is your most amazing work, Connor."

Artoria tried to withdraw her hand, found it was useless, and then gave up: "...I am not a child, I am already in my 30s"

"Ahem, Saber is actually a unique [person] created based on the story of King Arthur in my imagination, but due to too many memory defects, she is still a newborn soul now."

"Master?"

"As a special magic painting, she still has a lot to learn and needs to be perfected. Everyone just treat her like a little girl." Connor tried his best to avoid Artoria's angry eyes, what he said To be honest, this stupid hairy king only has basic knowledge, as for the experience of being a human being, it is completely zero.

Although the current Arturia is basically following Connor's settings, but she will become more and more like a real [person] as she slowly learns, because she has a soul.
"Connor, the soul is a very mysterious field. I still don't recommend you get too involved right now."

Grandfather glanced at Saber. He knew from the very beginning that this was the magic painting created by Connor with the angel's soul. He originally wanted Connor to use this soul for experimentation. Now it seems... with the soul It is indeed feasible to enter the painting.
"Well, I know, I almost screwed up actually. But everything seems to be going well now."

"Connor, you mean... you created this girl alone, right?" Flora looked at Connor. She understood the creation process of the magic painting, and she also knew that the painter could not create what he did not understand. thing.
"Well, yes."

"Then you can lend me this child for a while."

"Huh?" x2
"I think I can teach her some knowledge that you may not know." Flora's eyes rolled wildly, but her mouth was serious.

"Ah? Oh, then you can do whatever you want." Connor was not worried about what Flora would do to Artoria.

"Master!?"

Then the dazed Saber was dragged away by Flora.
"By the way, Connor, your room is already full of letters, you should deal with them quickly." Ivan changed to a picture of ice cream and ate it. He had already eaten the edible painting. again.

"Speaking of this. Connor, Principal Dumbledore has looked for you before. He couldn't get in touch with you, so he wrote to me." The grandfather said.

"Huh? What does Principal Dumbledore want from me?"

"I'm not too sure. I told him you were studying magic, and he told me to tell you to contact him when you're done."

"Oh, well. I think I know what the headmaster wants me to do."

"Yes, Connor"

"?"

The grandfather hesitated to speak, he hesitated, and said: "Connor, you are... not too young, and our family is not a rigid family, you know, um, Flora and I will not interfere Your emotional life, do you understand what I mean?"

"Huh?" Connor looked confused.

"Although... I have arranged a marriage for you..." the grandfather muttered in a low voice, then he turned his head and said in a strange tone: "Maybe...you should find a girlfriend, Connor, it's okay to indulge in illusory paintings It's not a good thing, you... don't get too addicted."

"???" Grandfather, did you misunderstand something?I am still a child!
(End of this chapter)