Connor's Hogwarts

Unconsciously, more than half a year has passed since Flora brought Connor to "acknowledge his ancestors". During this period, Connor's daily life became "get up - beat his brother - go to his grandfather's house to learn painting - lunch - return. Beat my brother at home and draw by myself - dinner - beat my brother before going to bed."

Every day is very fulfilling. Since his grandfather taught him the skills to control magic, and with the training of "beating his brother" every day, Connor has been able to skillfully use his "mage's hand" super power. , for example, you can easily let the paint in your painting book hang in the air without moving it.

Although he didn't learn any magic, his "mage's hand" alone was enough to make Connor proud. His grandfather also said that most adult mages couldn't control magic in such a precise way.

Not every mage will study how to save magic power. After all, every little wizard after the age of 11 basically has too much magic power to use up, and there is no need to consider the problem of insufficient magic power.

It's a pity that Connor is only over six years old, and his magic power has just begun to grow. Even though he has much more magic power than other young wizards of the same age, it is still not enough for Connor to squander without limit, so Connor studies how to save money on his own. Use magic.

For example, study how much magic power should be used to spank Ivan's butt so that he won't be so painful that he pounces on him and bites him.

After spanking Ivan to get up, Connor hummed and jumped into the fireplace, and the next second, he appeared at Lake Manor.

"Grandpa, this is yesterday's homework." Connor smiled and handed over his work. On the paper was a sleeping and drooling Ivan. The painting was wonderful and pretty. Compared with half a year ago, Connor's painting skills have improved a lot. After all, If you don’t play with your mobile phone, read novels or watch TV shows every day, and only know how to draw every day, anyone will make rapid progress.

In this era when there are few entertainment activities, drawing has become Connor's entertainment to kill time.

Grandfather stretched out his hand to take Connor's work and nodded with a smile. Devin was really close to his grandson. He was not naughty, understood etiquette, learned everything quickly, and was very perseverant. From the first time he taught him, Since he started painting, he has received progressive works from his grandson every day. Every day is a little better than yesterday. After half a year, Connor's painting skills have become better than his younger self.

If he was still worried that the child would be passive and neglect his homework when he returned to live with his mother, now Devin feels a little sorry for such a "hard-working" grandson. He only hopes that his grandson can go out and play more, instead of just studying every day.

"Very good, Connor, your basic skills are already very solid. It is not necessary to make further progress. After all, we magic painters are not Muggle painters who make a living by painting." Grandfather smiled with satisfaction and even said: He made a wizard-like joke: "If you keep improving, your paintings can sell for a lot of money in the Muggle world."

"Next, Connor, let's start learning the real magic of painting." Grandfather said seriously, "In the wizarding world, paintings can move. This is basically common sense in the wizarding world, but most wizards don't know. The secret behind these moving paintings.”

The grandfather paused and found that his grandson was just listening quietly without any questions, so he could only continue: "If you look at the photos in the newspaper, they can also move, but they are just a very superficial photo-taking magic. Paintings are completely different. The simplest magic painting must be able to make the people in the painting leave the frame."

"How can we do this?" Seeing his grandfather pause again, Connor continued wisely this time.

Grandpa Devin smiled with satisfaction. As expected, this grandson is very lovable. "Connor, you know the chocolate frog factory that your mother now manages, right? Have you seen the little card inside?"

"Is this what you mean?" Connor took out a small pentagonal card with "Albus Dumbledore" on it. At this time, Dumbledore happened to appear on the picture and smiled at Connor. Na nodded.

"Yes, this is Dumbledore? He is a great wizard." Grandfather took the card and said with a smile: "I painted this painting a few years ago. You know, our family has always been responsible for providing chocolate. The Potter family is responsible for the production and sale of chocolate frogs, and of course, our family is responsible for the entire factory now."

"Look, this is the simplest kind of magic painting. The residents in this kind of card have no thoughts, cannot speak, and only have very simple behavior patterns, but they can already leave the picture frame." Grandfather Turning the card over, Dumbledore was gone. "This is the most basic difference between magic paintings and ordinary magic photos."

"Of course, magic paintings also have levels. This chocolate frog painting card is only the lowest level work. Advanced paintings can not only have a certain thinking ability, but can even leave their own frame. Even if his original frame is destroyed, The characters in the paintings can also continue to exist in other people's frames. There are many such works in Hogwarts, such as the works on our walls. These are high-end paintings."

"In that case, grandpa, isn't this a certain degree of immortality?"

"!" Diwen looked at his little grandson in surprise. Looking at his calm eyes, there was just normal doubt in those eyes, as if he just asked a question like how much this watermelon costs. Diwen smiled. He said: "I'm surprised that you can think of this problem all of a sudden. In fact, this has always been the ambition of many magic painters. They hope to achieve immortality with their paintings, even in the world of paintings. Unfortunately, this is impossible. ."

"Connor, you have to know that painting is just painting after all." Devin said this very seriously.

"Our family has been providing portrait painting services to the principals of Hogwarts. This job has been in our family for hundreds of years, so our family's manor is located in Hogsmeade." Grandfather touched his hand Connor's head asked: "Whenever the headmaster of Hogwarts needs to draw a portrait, our tribe needs to live in Hogwarts and live and eat with the headmaster for a period of time. Do you know why this is?"

Connor had some guesses in his mind but still shook his head and did not answer.

"That's to understand them better." Diwen said with a complicated mood: "The characters that we magic painters can only draw are the characters in our impressions. The people we draw are only what the magic painter should look like in their eyes. What kind of person we think he is will be what kind of person he is in the painting."

"But you can never fully see what a person is like, kid." Devin sighed, "You can't even fully see yourself."

"The portraits in this room are all self-portraits of your ancestors, but can a person really know who he is?" Grandfather shook his head: "When a work is completed, the person in the painting and the painting It has nothing to do with it. This is not true immortality, as every painter in our family can attest to."

"What if I become the person in the painting?" Connor asked thoughtfully.

"What?" Grandfather asked confused.

"I mean, what if we draw a background and then run into the painting ourselves?"

Devin laughed dumbly, "It's a very interesting idea, kid. In fact, it's not like no one has ever thought about it like this."

"Hey! Boy, you are very smart, you actually think of me the same way I did back then." At this time, an ancestor on the wall said.

Connor turned around and looked at the ancestor whose portrait hung in the center of the living room and who was talking, "Benedict. Gener. Monet. Bertram Lake." Oh, this name is really long.

"Child, I had the same idea as you back then. I even used this idea to create a magic and successfully ran into the world in the painting." Benedick said with a smile, "Although this magic did not make me live forever. , but it is this magic that our family has been able to pass down for hundreds of years, do you want to learn it?"

"Of course!" Connor nodded wildly.

"But you can't learn this magic now. When you can draw the advanced paintings your grandfather said, come and learn from me." Benedick said with a smile, "I can answer your question now, I did enter my painting, but I failed to become the person in the painting. My life was still consumed in the painting, and I even died in my painting in the end."

"Ah, that's such a shame."

"There is nothing to regret, child. Although we are magic painters, before that, we are magicians first. I am proud of the magic I created. Child, you must remember that what magicians pursue is always It’s not about immortality, it’s about truth. It’s a pity that most wizards today don’t understand this truth.” Benedick said with a smile, and glanced at his grandfather who was standing aside.

The grandfather touched his nose in embarrassment. After all, it was a bit embarrassing to be taught like a grandson by an ancestor when teaching his grandson.

"Okay, Connor, now you start learning painting magic from me."