Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 205

"You want to learn everything." Grandpa pointed at Connor and cursed with a smile, shook his head and said, "Our Lake family is counting on you, even if you don't want to learn, I will teach you."

"Then what are you waiting for! Let's start now!" Connor turned around and was about to run out of the screen, his thirst for knowledge burned his blood, he was a little impatient, and then he was caught by Monet .

"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet." Patriarch Monet turned around and sat down. When he raised his hand, drinks and fruits appeared on the table.

Connor's eyes lit up again, he quickly stepped forward to grab a melon, and asked, "Mr. Monet, can this be eaten?"

Connor has not forgotten that this is a world of paintings, and the fruits in front of him must have been "painted", and Connor really has no idea whether he can eat them.

"Of course it is, and it tastes good!" Monet nodded with a smile: "These foods are all made of magic, which simulates the taste of fruits in my memory, but it's just a taste. If you are in the painting If you eat these things for a few days, you will starve to death."

Connor took a bite, and the taste was really good. He nodded while eating: "So your painting still can't affect the real world?"

"You can't say that," Monet patriarch pondered: "If I hadn't set the [immortality] rule for this painting, then if the enemy entered the painting, he could easily kill a person. Drawings of people who kill people can also be said to affect reality."

Connor nodded: "So this painting is a different space with its own rules, which can affect people who enter the painting, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"So... can it be done in this painting, moving between different paintings like other ordinary magic paintings?"

"." Patriarch Monet was silent for a while, and said, "Theoretically, it is possible. But"

Patriarch Monet clapped his hands, and the room turned into a small island in an instant, and they seemed to have arrived at the seaside in an instant!Connor even smelled the salty sea breeze blowing in his face!
"Connor, take two steps."

Connor obediently walked towards the beach, and then... "Ouch!" Connor bumped his nose, and there was a wall in front of him!
Connor held his nose and touched forward, and sure enough, he touched an invisible wall.

Patriarch Monet raised his hand, and in the next second the ocean turned into a desert, a grassland, and the sky, but no matter how it changed, the wall Connor touched always existed.

"You see, I have only completed this work in my life. Although this is an omnipotent world, it is only as big as this room. Although I can do many things in the painting, I want to expand this The size of the space is something I can't do."

"The rules of this painting are only established in such a small space."

"So you can't enter other people's portraits?" Connor touched his nose in surprise.

"That's right, my painting is already two different paintings from ordinary magic paintings. I can't exist without this space, but." Monet ancestor looked at Connor: "If you can draw more Yes, a painting like my painting, so I don’t think it’s difficult to move between the two paintings.”

Connor has already basically understood the essence of this ancestor's painting. For example: Connor's world is three-dimensional, and Kang Na's painting is two-dimensional (manually funny to save his life), then this ancestor's painting is It belongs to the 2th dimension, and it is not on the same channel as ordinary magic paintings.

This is a magical painting created by reality and can affect reality.
What a great magic.

If this magic can be combined with 【Finishing Touch】.
Connor's body became hot.

"As I said, the upper limit of the magic painting world depends on the upper limit of the painter himself. The scenery you see is what I have seen before, and things I have never seen, knowledge that I have never understood, are in this room. does not apply here."

"Of course, because this painting still has the law of [realization], what you imagined can still be projected, just like the flaming knife you just had."

Grandfather Monet waved his hand again, and the room returned to its original appearance, and then he pointed casually, and a snake suddenly appeared on the ground: "Look at this snake, I [draw] it, then it belongs to part of the painting, then even if I leave it alone, it will act on its own."

Connor saw that the snake was spitting out a snake letter, which was wonderful and beautiful.

"Connor, imagine your monster cards again, and imagine [drawing] them out."

As soon as Connor thought about it, he came up with a Pikachu. The Pikachu was projected, and then it remained motionless, as if it had died.

"You see, this is something I never understood before I was alive, so when it appears in this world, it is just a [dead thing]."

The ancestor Monet looked at Connor and said his ultimate goal: "So Connor, I hope that before you can learn this painting magic, you can learn more different knowledge and see more different scenery. Your knowledge The wider you are and the richer your knowledge, the more [perfect] the magic painting world you can build, a world cannot be imagined by imagination alone, do you understand?"

"Well, I understand." Connor nodded.

"Then you don't always stay at home and don't go out, go out with your grandfather more often, walk more, see more, learn more, understand?"

"Uh..." Connor was taken aback, how did this old ancestor know that he was a housewife?Then he saw his grandfather smiling into a chrysanthemum, and he understood immediately.

Well, you bad old man, make a small report on me, Connor slandered in his heart, and said hesitantly: "Okay, I will try my best"

"Well, very good, you should all go out for a walk, only in this point you can't compare with your brother."

"Eh? Ivan? What happened to Ivan?"

The grandfather laughed: "Don't you know? When you were in school, that kid Ivan followed me around to do business. That kid is like me and likes to deal with people."

"Eh?" Connor was taken aback again. In his impression, Ivan was still the little doll who only played with mud behind his ass. He didn't see any changes when he came back from vacation. Could it be that I cared too much about him? less?
"Ivan is not young anymore. He will start going to school this year. His talent in painting magic is not as good as yours, and I will not force him to learn this. But that child is different from you. He likes to socialize very much. I used to You are always pushing back and forth when I ask you to attend some receptions with me, but that kid is very enthusiastic, and he is very talented."

The grandfather smiled and said: "Hehehe, with you two brothers in the Lake family, I guess I will be able to retire and enjoy the blessings soon."

"." It's obvious that you can't stay idle and look for things to do. Connor scratched his head. Could it be that Ivan had mutated into Daxian Chong when he wasn't paying attention?this kid.
"Okay, that's enough to say, Connor, do you have anything else to ask?" Monet said.

"No." Connor shook his head. He just wants to learn new knowledge quickly, ask questions, when can't ask, "Wait!"

Connor suddenly raised his hand, conjured up a knife, chopped off his head, hugged it in his arms, and asked happily: "There is a question, if I leave my head here, and leave my body here What will happen to the secondary painting?"

"." Grandfather and Monet's ancestor looked at Connor strangely, this kid, is there something wrong with his brain?
"You can try it." Patriarch Monet said speechlessly.

"Try it!" Connor couldn't calm down, he threw his head to his grandfather excitedly, and then he jumped out of the frame.

"Ah!" Connor's head suddenly screamed.

"Hehehe, it must have fallen." The grandfather laughed gloatingly.

Connor's head yelled loudly: "It hurts, it hurts, throw my head out, my neck is attached to the painting!"

"Hahaha, if I grab your head, your body will live under a painting for the rest of your life." The grandfather and the old ancestor laughed heartlessly, and the painting was full of joyful air.

(End of this chapter)