Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 487 So You Are Always Two-dimensional

"Does Connor want to go to the competition hall together? Lockhart's Dueling Club is about to open today, let's join in the fun together?" Roger stood at the door of Connor's dormitory and extended an invitation.

It's a bit cold outside today, Connor is changing clothes, but he doesn't want to go out with Luo Jie: "No, I have something to do, I have to go out of school, you have fun."

"What? Going on a date?"

"No, some private matters, I have to go out by myself."

Roger shrugged: "Well, I wish you all the best."

Although Connor is very confident in drawing magic, it is not too much to call him a "grandmaster" at his current level, but he dare not say that he is the person who is most familiar with drawing magic, and when encountering problems that he can't solve, He still has seniors who can ask for advice.

Of course, this senior does not refer to old Diwen, but the old antique of the Lake family, the ancestor of Monet.

Taking advantage of the weekend, Connor decided to go to Lake Manor and ask his ancestor how to solve Professor Victor's problem. Of course, he would not take others with him.

"Are you going? Let's go down together." Connor put on a shirt and robe and a scarf, and his ordinary school uniform also gave off the taste of a fashionable British boy.

"let's go."

The two walked out of the dormitory side by side. On the way, they saw students walking towards the competition hall together. It seemed that Professor Lockhart's publicity was well done.

"I think this dueling club will eventually become a personal show within our fraternity." Roger said with a smile: "After all, we have always trained dueling skills, and we have also fought with giant spiders. It’s a great opportunity to perform.”

"Maybe, you should teach your juniors well." Connor nodded in agreement. Speaking of giant spiders, the spiders in the castle haven't been out much recently, and nothing happened after the snake disaster that day. Strange thing, it seems that the basilisk has not been released, I really don't know what the person behind the scenes is thinking, this passive feeling is really annoying.
The two chatted and chatted, and soon walked to the gate of the castle, and then parted ways.

Connor was walking on the way to Hogsmeade village. Today, there were far fewer young wizards who came out to play. Most of the people walking on the road were adult wizards. Now more and more wizards came here to make a fortune, and the wizards The variety of consumer goods is also increasing.

Perhaps due to the influence of Connor's constant innovation over the past few years, many wizards have also developed small inventions, and now there are even more vendors of all kinds, specializing in selling some magical props of unknown significance.

"[Super Hair Remover] Buy one get one free! Buy one get one free! One-click shaving, one-click hair removal, all hair troubles are gone! Just one silver Sickle!"

"Don't miss it when you pass by! This is a [see-through eye] that can see through card packs! It's useful for personal testing! It's not deceiving! It's powerful! You can't buy it!"

"Friend! I think your hairline is a little anxious. Why don't you try this [wig simulation cap]? You can change your hairstyle at will! You can't even see it through the most advanced visible surgery! It's much easier to use than those outrageous hair growth potions La! Eh? Don't run away!"

"." Connor didn't know what to say, I hope they can sell well, but the magic props sold by these hawkers generally don't have any quality assurance.

Connor didn't go wandering around, and went straight back to Lake Manor. Now there is no one else in the manor except Bass, the house elf. His grandfather has to travel to various countries every day. He is so busy that he doesn't have time Staying in the manor, Connor sent the sullen-looking Bass away and went directly to the painting to find someone.

Speaking of which, the only ones who have an opinion on Connor's domestic puppets are the house elves, because they feel that these puppets have taken away their jobs. Of course, their opinions are meaningless, after all, they have never questioned The "rights" of wizards.
"Hey, Connor boy, what wind brought you here?" Monet's ancestor hanging on the wall said to Connor jokingly.

"Mr. Mona, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you very much. I'm here to visit you." Connor said with a playful smile.

"Hehe, you have a sweet mouth, it seems that you have something to talk to me? Come in and talk." Monet shook his head and smiled, and Connor cast his ancestral spell and stepped into the painting world of his ancestors.

"I heard that the magic painting in Hogwarts was bitten by a bunch of snakes? Recently, they are complaining that more and more people are visiting." The "they" Monet said were naturally other paintings in the manor.

"Yeah, I haven't found the culprit yet. This matter is fine. Hey, I was given a hard job of painting by the professors. If I wasn't smart, I might not see you today."

"Hehe, what a group of drunks and rice bags, you can't even catch a mouse that hides its head and shows its tail. The teachers of Hogwarts are really inferior to each other!" Hearing the complaints of the descendants he valued, the ancestor Monet was eager to protect the calf, and sprayed.

"Ah, I can't blame the professors. After all, the man behind the scenes directly covered my face. It's not incomprehensible to be suspected." Of course, Connor knew that the professors didn't throw those hard jobs to him because they couldn't find them. When they came to repair the painting, they just wanted to find something for Connor to do, and maybe they also wanted to test the reaction of the people behind the scenes.

"Okay, let's not talk about them, what are you here for this time? Are you planning to learn my magic of creating and painting the world?" Monet's ancestor sat on the chair, pouring tea from the teacup on the table.

"Of course not. But do you think I can learn your drawing magic now?" Speaking of this, Connor's eyes lit up. It's not a day or two since he wanted to learn the magic of his ancestors, and he can always be used by others. Insufficient ability just refused.

"Can you see through the space magic at King's Cross Station?" This was the prerequisite for Connor's study set by his grandfather, Old Diwen, and Monet's ancestor remembered it clearly.

"Ah, I don't know if I haven't tried it recently, but I have long been proficient in Apparition, and I have also gained a lot of inspiration from the disappearing cabinet I studied recently. I think my space magic ability should be barely good, right?" Connor said hesitantly.

Patriarch Monet shook his head and said with a smile: "You should practice more, this magic is really not something you can learn in a short time. But Ting Diwen said that you have created the Sorcerer's Stone with infinite magic power? If it is true If there is such a thing, maybe you can create a bigger painting world after learning my magic."

"Okay, okay, I'll talk about this later." Connor pulled the topic back on track: "I'm here to ask you a question, Mr. Monet."

"Say it straight."

"Well, can you use divination in the painting?"

"Divination? Of course, but it's useless." Monet spread his hands and said, "I told you before that in this painting, I am omnipotent, but this kind of omnipotence is also impossible." I'm only limited to this painting, I can't affect the outside world, even if I use divination, I can only divination what happened in the painting, why do you ask this?"

"Emmm, this is a bit complicated to explain. Let me tell you from the beginning. Recently, I was studying with a professor at the school how to use drawing magic to build." Connor followed the whole process of making a magic computer. Patriarch Monet said it again.

"Professor Victor's experiment proved that information can be exchanged with the world through the magic painting, but when the information is transmitted, the content of the information cannot be analyzed. This experiment is now stuck at this step, so I think Ask Monsieur Monet what he thinks about it."

Ancestor Monet was no longer calm when Connor was halfway through speaking. He stood up and paced back and forth in the small room. After hearing Connor finished speaking, he suddenly pressed Connor's shoulder and said:

"Connor! Your idea is good! Very good! Your idea is actually to simplify the process of divination by drawing magic! And because of your Far East magic, the magic painting created with the magic brush can affect reality , to make this idea possible! Use drawing magic as a medium to realize the information exchanged between wizards and the world! Wonderful! Wonderful! This is a magic that is not much worse than my [Drawing the World] magic Conceived, and it is also realized through magic painting! Connor, you are really the destiny of my Lake family, our painting magic is destined to flourish in your hands!"

"." Stop boasting, stop boasting, I would blush any more, Connor took a sip of his tea in embarrassment: "So, Mr. Monet, is there any way you can solve this problem?"

Monet laughed heartily: "Connor, actually, your problem is not a problem at all."

"Oh? So what?"

"Your question is not difficult to explain at all," the ancestor Monet said with a smile on his back, "The relationship between wizards, magic paintings, and the world is actually very simple. First of all, wizards can be regarded as the world." The magic painting is the product of the wizard. The world can understand the wizard's intention because the wizard is the child of the world, but the world knows nothing about the magic painting of the wizard's child. Of course, it will be very difficult to understand each other. Difficulties, even communication can create barriers.”

"That's the truth, but how to solve this problem?" Connor asked puzzled.

"Why are you out of your mind at this time?" Monet shook his head and smiled, "The parents who know their children best are their parents? Connor, try to see if you can use divination now?"

"Huh?" Connor realized later, counted his fingers, and then he realized it!
It really works!That's right!

If we compare the world itself to "three-dimensional" and magic painting to "Two-dimensional", then, as we all know, three-dimensional and Two-dimensional cannot understand each other, and they are not people from the same world. Then, Here comes the question, what kind of person can understand Two-dimensional?The answer, of course, is the two-spined salamander!

"That's right, only magic paintings with souls can use magic. Didn't I understand this truth a long time ago?!" Connor clapped his fists and suddenly realized: "Then as long as there are magic paintings with souls, they can be used in the painting world." Divination! Everything is connected, so I have found all the puzzle pieces!"

Connor looked at the smiling Ancestor Monet, his eyes were excited, I was so dark under the lights, I wasted half my life (x), only to realize in the end that you are always Two-dimensional!
(End of this chapter)