Connor's Hogwarts

Professor Nott's commission came to an end, but Connor did not feel relaxed after completing one thing.

In fact, Old Devin once reminded himself not to easily paint for others who have passed away, but Connor didn't pay much attention to it.

It still makes sense now. Paintings pieced together with incomplete memories are a flaw for the artist and a deception for the person who provides the memories.

If you are painting a painting for a living person, and the "Leave Traces" magic pattern is used to inject that person's memories from childhood to adulthood, then this person is infinitely close to being "backed up" once, and that is the magic painting. Correct opening method.

A person's character formation and memory are inseparable. If there is a conflict between the character of the portrait set by the artist and the memory of the portrait, the portrait will change in an unknown direction.

Connor now doesn't know what the Miss Mandy he drew will look like, but it must be far from the real "Miss Mandy".

I don’t know what Professor Noether is trying to do. Is this result really what Professor Noether wants? Maybe this is what is called love?

Connor shook his head. It had nothing to do with him anyway. It was just a painting. Didn't he paint it every day? Why do you think so much?

Fortunately, I had promised Professor Nott to keep it secret, otherwise I would have definitely been scolded if I had told my grandfather.

No, no, no, I'm so cute, my grandfather won't scold me, Connor thought without blushing or out of breath.

At breakfast the next day, the twins came to the long table in Ravenclaw and skillfully drove away the girls surrounding Connor. They sat next to Connor on the left and right, arms around each other.

"What are you doing?" Connor ate calmly.

"Connor, we're in trouble."

"Yes, you must save us!"

"This is my life's request!" x2

"." Connor gracefully cut a piece of bread and threw it into his mouth: "Of course, no problem, we are good brothers!"

"Really!"

"Great! Thank you Connor, I know you are loyal enough."

"It's okay. I'm just reviewing my notes. I've already prepared them for you. It's enough for you to cope with the exam." Connor took out a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, covering his smile, preparing to accept the twins' gratitude and admiration:

Have you seen it? Are you moved? I have already prepared everything for you. I, Lord Connor, will not be treated unfairly if you do things for me.

"Huh? What notes?" the x2 twins asked a little confused.

"." Connor stopped wiping his mouth with his hand, and then asked pretending to be nonchalant: "Oh, it's nothing. What do you want to say?"

"Connor, did you prepare review notes for us?"

"We don't need that kind of thing. We have been studying hard at night."

"You don't think we really wander around the castle every day!" x2

"." This is embarrassing, shit. Connor was a little embarrassed and annoyed by the twins, and his ears were a little hot, but Connor couldn't help himself, and still said in a calm tone: "Ah, right, then I worry too much. So, what do you want to ask me for?"

Fortunately, the twins didn't catch on to this matter. They probably didn't notice Connor's embarrassment at all. Fred lowered his head and said mysteriously:

"Connor, we want to make some magic props that can be used to skip class."

"That's right! We think some of the courses are too boring. We might as well go to the castle to find the secret passage!"

“We just wanted to make some magic items that would help us get out of class.”

"For example, if you eat a candy that will make your nose bleed, a perfume that will make you vomit if you smell it, or a pattern that will make you coma after looking at it." George was in high spirits and dancing.

"That's right! These are good ideas! That way we can skip class justifiably!" Fred waved his fist excitedly, thinking their ideas were great.

Connor was a little surprised. Is this a signature product of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes? Did the twins have this idea in the first grade? Yes, these two people are full of sexy ideas, so it's not surprising that they can think of these.

"So?" Connor put down the napkin.

"But we can't do it." The x2 twins cast expectant glances at Connor.

"But I can't do it either."

"..."

"Eh???" Fred looked hurt: "Connor! You have changed! You were not like this before!"

"..." Why have I changed? It’s normal that I don’t know how to do this!

George also had a deceived expression on his face: "Aren't you the omnipotent Connor!? How can you do something that you can't do!? This is too embarrassing for Connor!"

"..." Do you think I am Doraemon? ! What do you want? Also, what did Connor do wrong? Please apologize to me for the name Connor!

Connor sighed helplessly and said: "I understand what you mean. Do you want to make some props that will not endanger your health and make the user behave as if he is sick?"

"That's right! As expected of Connor, he summed it up right."

"..." Will I tell you that this is what you will make by yourself in the future?

"There is nothing wrong with your idea, and it can be realized. For example, make two kinds of candies, one will cause nosebleeds after eating, and the other will return to normal after eating..." Noticing the twins' shining eyes, Connor nodded secretly, and then Continue to plagiarize the two people’s ideas:

"What you are talking about can be made into candies, such as spit candy, coma candy, nasal blood sugar, etc..."

"That's right! That's great! Connor, as expected of you!" Fred and George clapped. Connor's thoughts coincided with theirs. He is indeed their chosen best friend and lifelong enemy. .

"But this obviously requires rich knowledge of potions and a lot of clinical experiments." Connor interrupted the excited two people: "And my level of potions is actually not much higher than yours. If you can't do it now, I can't do it either." from."

"Hey~ Why is this like this?" x2

"You can take potions class seriously. If you study more, you might be able to make it sooner."

"No, no, no, you don't know how much Snape hates us. He won't be happy if he doesn't deduct points from us in class!" Fred hugged his poor self, thinking of Snape being raped by Snape in Potions class. The fear of universal domination.

"You are surrounded by blessings and don't know how blessed you are."

"What?" x2

"Professor Snape obviously values ​​your talents and is so strict with you. I have never seen him have so many demands on others. If you think about it seriously, the only subject in which you can catch up with me is potions." The door is open."

"Huh? How is that possible!? Snape is definitely just targeting us, Gryffindor!" The twins looked surprised, as if they were frightened by Connor's words.

"Believe me, Professor Snape is a good professor, although his character is indeed terrible." Connor shrugged, saying that Connor did not fool the twins this time.

The two of them are really surprisingly talented in spells and potions, otherwise they wouldn't be able to make so many weird magic props. Connor admires them for this.

Connor has always felt that the real magicians are those who invent various magical props in the Harry Potter movies, such as the twins, James and his gang, Snape and Dumbledore, and the others are just magicians. Those who shoot lasers with sticks are low-level berserkers.

Connor wanted to continue to persuade, but suddenly there was a sound of "Gu Gu Gu Gu!" above his head.

That's when a bunch of owls flew in from the hall, oh, it's time to collect mail every day.

Tsk, that’s one thing bad about Hogwarts in the morning. These damn fat chickens with round faces like to disturb other people’s breakfast. Owls are birds too, right? The rectum of a bird is very short! What if everyone is hit by some unknown excrement while eating... The picture is so beautiful that Connor can't even imagine it...

Although such human tragedy has never happened, every time the owl flies over, Connor will pay careful attention to the chickens flying overhead... lest innocent people be affected.

But unexpectedly, an owl flew over Connor's head and actually dropped something - a package.

Connor was a little surprised when he picked up the package. His family probably wouldn't send anything to him at this time. Who... Hey, there was a family crest printed on the bottom of the package. This... was actually sent by Professor Nott?

Connor was a little surprised. Professor Nott actually asked an owl to send something to him? Just ask yourself to come over and get it...emmm Maybe Professor Nott was a little embarrassed to see him, so he sent him some gifts?

Well, actually, Connor doesn't mind what happened yesterday that much.

"Connor what is this?"

"I don't know either. Let's take it apart and take a look. I'm also very curious."

Connor opened the package and found a metal product inside, which was square and palm-sized, like two biscuits put together. But with that familiar metallic luster, wasn't it a magic ball?

The magic pattern ball that Connor used when practicing painting magic is still in his pocket. This thing is definitely a magic pattern ball made of mithril!

I didn't expect Professor Nott to give him such a valuable thing.

Just as Connor was about to pick up the magic ball and take a look, a note emerged from the package.

Thanks to readers [Trooper 1770] for the reward |ω), and thanks to readers [Yan Jiuah] for speaking up for me in book reviews (;Д｀). I am very touched to say, thank you readers for always supporting me (°з °)-