Connor's Hogwarts

"Connor's Hogwarts"

"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 give your juniors a good lesson..." Connor nodded in agreement. Speaking of giant spiders, the spiders in the castle have not been running out much recently, and there were no spiders after the snake disaster that day. Something strange happened. 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 vendors generally have no quality guarantee.

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 a problem with Connor's housekeeping golems are the house elves, because they feel that these golems have taken away their jobs. Of course, their opinions are meaningless, after all, they have no doubts in the first place. 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, we haven't found the culprit yet. It's such a big deal... Hey, the professors also gave me a hard job of repairing paintings. If I hadn't been smart, I probably wouldn't have seen 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 painting magic now?" Speaking of this, Connor's eyes lit up. He wanted to learn the ancestor's magic not just for a day or two, but for a long time. It was just rejected due to lack of ability.

"Can you see through that... space magic at King's Cross Station?" This was the prerequisite for Connor's learning that his grandfather, Old Devin, had set for Connor. Monet remembered it clearly.

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

Ancestor Monet shook his head and said with a smile: "You'd better practice more. This magic really can't be learned in a short time... But Ting Diwen said that you tinkered with the magic stone with infinite magic power? What if If there really is such a thing, maybe you can create a larger painting world after learning my magic..."

"Okay, okay, let's talk about this later..." Connor brought 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 you can, but it's useless..." Monet spread his hands: "I told you before that in this painting, I am omnipotent, but this kind of omnipotence It cannot and is only limited to this painting. I cannot affect the outside world. Even if I use divination, I can only divine what happens in the painting. Why do you ask?"

"Emmm, this is a bit complicated to explain. Let me tell you from the beginning. Recently, I was studying with a professor at school how to use drawing magic to build..." Connor started from the beginning to the idea of ​​building a magic computer. I told Patriarch Monet once more.

"...Professor Victor's experiment proved that information can be interacted with the world through magic paintings, but when the information was transmitted, it became impossible to analyze the content of the information. The experiment is now stuck at this step, so I would like to ask Mr. Monet what his opinion is on this..."

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 praising, stop praising, I will blush if you praise me any more. Connor took a sip of tea with a little embarrassment: "So, Mr. Monet, do you have any solution to this problem? ?”

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

"Oh? So what?"

"It's actually not difficult to explain your question," Patriarch Monet said with a smile behind his hands: "The relationship between the wizard, the magic painting and the world is actually very simple. First of all, the wizard 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 wizard's child... the magic painting. We need to understand each other. Of course it will be difficult, and even communication will have obstacles..."

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

"You...why are you so confused at this time?" Patriarch Monet shook his head and smiled: "Aren't the parents who know their children best? Connor, try to see if you can use divination now. ?”

"Eh?" Connor realized it later, counted it with his fingers, and then...he realized it!

It really works!That's right!

If we compare the world itself to "three-dimensional" and the magic painting to "Two-dimensional", then, as we all know, there is no way for three-dimensional and Two-dimensional to understand each other, and they are not people of the same world... So, the question is, what kind of person can understand Two-dimensional?The answer is of course...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 with excitement in his eyes. I was really in the dark under the lamp. I wasted half my life. Only in the end did I realize that you are always Two-dimensional!

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