Connor's Hogwarts

In Lake Manor, Devin and Connor were standing in the yard. Devin waved his cane, and the grass under Connor's feet suddenly grew wildly and turned into a small stool.

"Sit down." Grandfather gestured: "Connor, before you learn painting magic, you need to learn and be familiar with the feeling of using magic first, because painting magic is also magic. If you don't even know ordinary magic, you will naturally not be able to learn it. Can draw magic.”

Grandfather waved his stick again, and a small wooden stick flew over from the house. At Grandfather's signal, Connor took the small wooden stick. Once he got it, Connor knew what it was, a magic wand.

"This is a small wand. It is a small thing that most wizard families with inheritance have. It is specially prepared for young wizards who do not have their own wands. It is a very mediocre standard wand. It has no amplification effect, but it is stable and controllable. "

Connor held the little magic wand and could clearly feel that the magic power that was usually not obedient at this time became like a good baby. It was like he had been riding a bicycle with empty hands before, and now suddenly found that the bicycle had a handle, and then it was natural He held it up.

Connor waved the hand holding the wand towards the courtyard, and suddenly it was like an air blade passed through, and the distant courtyard wall collapsed!

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Grandfather's mouth opened so wide that it seemed like he could drop it to the ground.

Connor also lowered his head in embarrassment, a little embarrassed. He seemed to have done something bad. He just imagined that he was holding a sword. Who knew that the sword would fly out, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. "

The grandfather did not lose his composure too much. He clenched his fist and coughed before saying: "Obviously, you are very talented, Connor. Now you can think about the feeling just now and flick the wand again. Stop! Stop! Don't point it at me, yes there!"

Connor waved a few more times like before, but this time there was no movement. Connor looked at his grandfather in confusion.

Grandfather then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Look, the air blade just now was just an accident. Ancient wizards were born with the talent of casting spells, but the triggering of this talent is often irregular, unstable, and impossible." Controlled. The difference between our modern wizards and ancient wizards lies in this. Whether it is a wand, a spell, or any other magic tool, they are all designed to make magic regular, stable and controllable."

At this time, my grandfather put down the cane in his hand, and with his bare hands he snapped his fingers at the courtyard wall that had just been cut in half. The pile of rubble was restored to its original state as if traveling back in time, leaving no trace of damage.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Connor said in surprise. Only at this time did Connor feel the charming charm of magic.

Devin straightened his back secretly, "You see, although using magic spells and wands is to make it easier to use magic, it is not necessary. When you can use a magic very skillfully, you can also do it like me. To cast spells silently without a wand.”

"Can I learn that? The magic you just used."

"Huh? The magic I just used is called Reparo. Using this magic requires a lot of magic power. You are not suitable to use this magic yet." Devin shook his head and said, "I want to teach you the magic. It’s called Lumos.” After saying that, the cane in Devin’s hand lit up as if it was equipped with a light bulb.

"Nox" the cane dimmed again, and my grandfather said: "Luosescent flash is one of the simplest spells. When you use this magic, imagine the feeling of light gathering at the top of your wand."

Connor was thoughtful and said: "Lumos". Just after reciting the magic spell, Connor, with his experience in manipulating magic, clearly felt a small amount of magic flowing from his body to the wand, and then flowed out from the top of the wand in a certain pattern. "Draw" a pattern, and then the tip of the wand lights up. It's a success!

"Perfect! Well done, Connor." Grandpa Devin clapped and laughed, "Very few people can successfully cast a spell for the first time, so what did you feel when you just cast a spell successfully?"

Connor honestly expressed his feelings, and Devin was really surprised. Devin thought that Connor would say that it felt good to feel the magic gushing out, but he didn't expect that Connor could feel it clearly. My own magic draws the pattern! This is not something that a six-year-old doll can do.

"Connor, can you feel what patterns your magic has drawn?" Devin even grabbed Connor's shoulders excitedly.

"Um, I didn't remember it. I probably need to use it a few more times to remember it." Connor scratched his head.

"Hiss~" Devin took a deep breath, his grandson is a genius! Devin suppressed the excitement in his heart and said calmly: "Remember the feeling you had when you just used magic, especially the pattern in your mouth. In fact, it was a primitive magic pattern."

"Magic pattern?"

"Yes, the original magic pattern is actually the source of magic. Nowadays, many wizards use many kinds of magic, but most of them know it and don't know why." Grandfather paused, but still After Connor thought about how to answer, he continued: "Of course I am also one of these people. When we use magic, we will recite the magic spell first. When we finish reciting the magic spell accurately, we have already used this spell. The casting is successful because our magic power will flow out of the wand according to the spell we recite, forming magic patterns and casting magic."

"This is an instinctive reaction, just like humans are born with the ability to walk and want to drink water when they are thirsty. It is also our instinct as a wizard to be able to cast spells by chanting a spell." Grandfather said with emotion: "We all I don’t know why we wizards have this ability, but this does not prevent us from learning and using this ability.”

"When we can consciously control them to draw that magic pattern without reciting a spell, relying only on the magic power in the body, we can cast spells silently; when we can control stable magic power without the help of a wand, relying on our own consciousness When you go to draw that magic pattern, that's wandless casting."

Grandfather turned around and straightened his back proudly: "Connor, every magic painter is a master of silent and wandless magic, because our painting process is a continuous process of casting magic. Every magic painting, It’s all a wonderful piece of magic!”

While Connor's blood boiled with excitement, he didn't notice that his grandfather was quietly sizing him up. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his grandson's starry-eyed expression.

After all, when I used this set of arguments to deceive the three incompetent daughters, all of them were either disappointed or disgusted. It was so troublesome, so boring, and uninteresting to use some arms. I can use a magic wand. He excused himself with excuses such as why he should learn to cast spells without a wand, but in the end no one was willing to learn from him.

So, is it really necessary to cheat as early as possible? Old Devin was thoughtful.

"Now that you understand the principle, there is no need to practice fluorescent spells. After all, fluorescent spells are relatively difficult to cast silently. Relatively speaking, the spells related to black magic that people often say are the easiest to cast silently. .”

"Why is this?"

Old Devin blinked and said, "Try this magic spell, Armor Self-Defense (Protego)"

"Protego!"

When Connor just finished reciting, he felt his magic power surge like before, forming a pattern on the top of the wand, and then felt an invisible air shield forming in front of him, and the pattern was still being extracted continuously. His own magic power maintained the air shield, and when Connor flicked his wand, the spell stopped.

"Did you find it?"

"Yes, the drawing method of this magic pattern is relatively simple, and all the lines are on the same plane!" Connor gasped slightly. The iron armor spell just consumed a lot of his magic power.

"Not bad! Connor, you are such a smart kid." Old Devin said with a smile, "That's it for today's lesson. You can practice hard when you go back and come back to me when you can cast this armor spell silently. Bar."

"Okay, thank you grandpa!"

Looking at the empty fireplace, Old Devin breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could finally relax for a while. What should he do if his grandson is too smart? Old Devon was in pain and happiness.