Connor's Hogwarts

No matter what kind of ambition it is, it is something that has not yet been written down. It takes a sophomore to apply for the establishment of a student club organization, and the name of the organization has not been decided yet, so let's all brag about it together and have fun.

It's time to play now, to play cards.

In the Ravenclaw lounge, Connor and Roger are sitting by the window playing monsters.

There are girls whispering in the distance:

"His Royal Highness Connor is so handsome, he is so good at playing cards, he is indeed our little prince of Ravenclaw..." This is a little fan girl in the first grade.

"Hehehe, has Little Connor become your princely highness? Then you have to hurry up and act, otherwise the seniors may not be able to resist snatching your prince away." This is a big sister in the fourth grade .

"Hey, how can it be like this, His Royal Highness belongs to everyone, you don't want to enjoy it exclusively!" This is a second-year girl who was secretly issued a good card by Connor.

"Oh my god! Connor is not yet 11 years old, what are you guys thinking? Why don't we talk about it in a few months." A certain schoolgirl who seems to have a positive outlook, but has a dark secret.

"Don't even think about it, I think painting and playing cards are much more important to Connor than you little girls." A schoolgirl who asked Connor to paint made a final decision.

"..."

"..."

"That's right" x6

"I'm so envious of Roger" x3

"Why can't boys and girls share the same dormitory..." x1

"???" x6

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"Connor, I always feel that those girls over there are talking bad about you." Roger winked at Connor.

"The girls in our academy are very gentle, and they are not the ones who speak ill of others behind their backs." Connor secretly put down a trap function card.

"Ah? Are you familiar with them, Connor?" Roger looked up in surprise.

"Of course, there are less than 80 people in the whole Ravenclaw, I have already recognized them all, and I have drawn almost half of the girls, I am very familiar with them..."

"Ah, Connor, you are amazing. I can't stand a group of women chattering in my ears. It's great that you can attract their attention." Roger said with a happy face.

"..." Connor looked at Roger with complicated emotions. Is this a normal 11-year-old kid? Roger, I hope you won't come to me crying in two years...

"You are gone, activate the trap card to lock the cage, and Teemo shoots."

"Ah! Why is it Teemo again!" Roger exclaimed, unable to accept it.

"I told you not to learn the lesson." Connor stood up cheerfully.

"Stop playing? Where are you going?"

"Well...I'm going to go find Professor Nott. I hope I can be back before dinner."

"Eh? Why are you looking for Professor Nott? Are you in confinement?"

"What are you thinking about, I'm just going to draw a picture for the professor." Connor and Roger waved goodbye, gave the girls in the lounge a wicked smile, and left the tower.

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The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the third floor of the castle. The owner here changes every year, and the decorations are different every year.

On the way, Connor was thinking about what his grandfather Di Wen said in the letter. The contents of the letter made Connor a little concerned, because his grandfather said this:

"Nott is indeed a good friend of mine, but we haven't communicated with each other for many years, and he has never asked me for a painting. Although I don't know why that bad old man suddenly came to you, but if you just help him paint a painting, If you can help, just help, the decision is yours, don't worry about what I mean..."

..., Connor even saw a sense of resentment in the letter. Connor felt that there must be an unknown story between them.

Moreover, Professor Nott actually lied. Did he think that I would not write to my grandfather to inquire about the situation?Or is he really just looking for me to draw a picture, so he's not afraid of being found out and lying?However, the relationship between him and his grandfather seems to be very tense, which may explain why he does not ask his grandfather to paint for him...

Connor's curiosity was aroused. Since his grandfather thought that Professor Nott could help, Connor was not worried that he would be harmful to him. He couldn't be a Mad-Eye...

Connor knocked on the door of the professor's office.

The door opened quickly, and Professor Nott's bright smile appeared behind the door: "Oh, Connor, I'm glad you came over."

"Good afternoon, Professor Nott." Connor greeted politely.

"Come in, I've got afternoon tea ready."

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Connor was sitting in the professor's office. Professor Nott's office was very tidy, and it was obvious that he was a person who lived a very refined life. Connor noticed a big box placed in the corner. Connor maliciously wondered if there might be something real inside. Professor Nott...

"Connor," Professor Nott sat on the sofa next to Connor, with some special refreshments on the table in the middle, "Allow me to take the liberty of asking, how far have you learned your painting magic...?"

Connor always felt that Professor Nott was a little... nervous when he said this?Connor rolled his eyes and said: "I have become proficient in using the magic pattern of 'speech'. Theoretically, I can draw the most advanced magic painting, but the last step of 'leaving traces' still needs to be done." Every little bit helps.”

The most advanced magic painting refers to the kind of magic painting in the school principal's office. If you want to make it, you usually need to use several magic patterns, namely "action", "connection", "speech" and "remaining marks".

These magic lines respectively endow the portrait with shape, space, language and memory. The first three are all completed by the artist independently, such as Connor's monster cards. All their abilities, language and activity space are given by Connor , In fact, these are already considered the most advanced paintings, but these paintings obviously are not as advanced as those paintings that seem to have a soul, so it is not surprising that Professor Nott would ask such a question.

As for the last step of "retaining marks" magic pattern, Connor hasn't actually learned it yet, but he probably knows how to do it.

The last step is to use this magic pattern to inject memory into the portrait. This memory can be the painter's, or of course it can be the memory of the portrait himself. When the portrait has a memory, many times the paintings will look like the portrait itself. It's the same. It is true that many wizards regard these paintings as portraits of themselves, but in fact... paintings are still paintings after all.

How should I put it, portraits are like AI in the magical world. When they are first created, their way of action is just like the initial program, given by the artist. They can learn to make themselves more...human. ization, but this does not change the fact that they are still AI.

Giving them memories is like forcing a bunch of data into these AIs, which accelerates their growth. AI will analyze these memories and play their roles well, but this does not mean that wizards can be reborn through portraits .

For example, if Connor drew a portrait of Dumbledore, and Dumbledore stuffed the portrait into his own memory, then when this portrait is enough to be fake and it has to make a decision, whose thinking will it use? way to make a choice?

The answer is, not to choose Dumbledore's way of thinking, nor to make a choice in Connor's way of thinking, but...to choose what Connor thinks Dumbledore will do after reading Dumbledore's memory way to choose. (manual funny)

Well, that’s about it. The portrait after endowing memory is a familiar stranger, which looks like a real one, but it’s just a real painting.

With so much water, Professor Nott was anxious to wait.

"Great, Connor, you are a genius. Diwen couldn't do this when he was young." Professor Nott was a little excited, holding his cane tightly, calmed down, and then said to Connor solemnly: "My child , I want to apologize to you before that, because I lied to you before."

"Huh?" Connor pretended to be a dazed Yazi, but he thought in his heart: How could he confess so quickly?Tell me who sent you, and confess quickly.

"It's like this. In fact, I don't want you to draw me a picture. I want you to draw...someone else."

Um?Why does it feel...different from what you imagined?