Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 5 Painting Magic
Unknowingly, it has been more than half a year since Flora took Connor to "recognize his ancestors". beat my younger brother at home and paint by myself - have dinner - beat my younger brother before going to bed".

Every day is very fulfilling. Ever since his grandfather taught him how to control magic power, Connor has been able to skillfully use his superpower like "Mage's Hand" under the daily training of "beating his younger brother". , for example, you can easily let the paint in your painting book hang in the air without disturbing it.

Although he didn't learn any magic, Connor was proud of just relying on the "hand of a mage". His grandfather also said that most adult mages couldn't manipulate magic power so finely.

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, so there is no need to consider the problem of insufficient magic power.

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

For example, study how much magic power to use to hit Ivan's ass, so that he won't be so painful that he jumps over and bites himself.

After waking Ivan up by spanking, Connor jumped into the fireplace humming a song, and in the next second, he appeared in Lake Manor.

"Grandpa, this is yesterday's homework." Connor smiled and handed over his work. On the paper was Ivan, who was drooling soundly in his sleep. If you don't play with your mobile phone, read novels or watch dramas every day, if you only know how to draw every day, anyone will make rapid progress.

In this age when there are few recreational activities, painting has become Connor's way of killing time.

The grandfather reached out to take Connor's work, and nodded with a smile. Diwen was very close to his grandson. He was not mischievous, understood etiquette, learned everything quickly, and was very persistent. Since he started painting, he has been able to receive progressive works from his grandson every day, and every day is a little better than yesterday. After half a year, Connor's painter is better than himself when he was young.

If he was worried that the child would neglect his homework when he returned to live with his mother, now Di Wen already feels sorry for such a "hard-working" grandson. He only hopes that the grandson can go out to play more and not just study every day.

"Very good, Connor, your basic skills are already very solid, and it is not necessary to improve any more. After all, our magic painters are not Muggle painters who make a living from painting." The grandfather smiled with satisfaction, and even opened A wizard-style joke: "If you continue to improve, your paintings can be sold for a lot of money in the Muggle world."

"Next, Connor, let's learn real painting magic." 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 it. The secret behind these moving paintings."

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

"How can we do this?" Seeing his grandfather paused again, Connor took up the conversation very wittily this time.

Grandpa Diwen smiled in satisfaction. Sure enough, this grandson is really likable. "Connor, you know the chocolate frog factory that your mother manages now. Have you seen the little cards in it?"

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

"Yes, this is Dumbledore? He is a great wizard." The grandfather took the card and said with a smile: "I painted this painting a few years ago. You know, our family has been responsible for providing chocolates before." Frog's card, and the Potter family is responsible for the production and sales of chocolate frogs, of course, now the entire factory is in charge of our family."

"Look, this is the simplest kind of magic painting. The residents in this kind of card have no thoughts, can't speak, and only have very simple behavior patterns, but they can already leave the frame." Grandfather Turn over the card, Dumbledore inside is 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 of works. High-level 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 painting can also continue to exist in other people's frames, and there are many such works in Hogwarts, such as these works on our walls, these are advanced paintings."

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

"!" Diwen looked at his little grandson in surprise, and looked at his grandson's calm eyes. There were only ordinary doubts in those eyes, as if he just asked a question about how much this watermelon is, Diwen smiled. He said: "I'm surprised that you can think of this question 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 a painting is just a painting after all." Di Wen said this very seriously.

"Our family has always provided portrait painting services for the headmasters of Hogwarts. Our family has been doing this job for hundreds of years, so our family's manor will fall in Hogsmeade." Grandfather touched Connor's head asked: "Every time the headmaster of Hogwarts needs to draw a portrait, our tribe needs to live in Hogwarts, eat and live with the headmaster for a period of time, do you know why?"

Connor had some guesses in his mind, but he still shook his head without answering.

"That's to get to know them better." Di Wen said with mixed feelings: "The characters that we magic painters can draw can only be the characters in our impressions, and the people we draw are just the way that person should be in the eyes of the magic painter. Whoever we think he is is whoever he is in the painting."

"But you can never fully see a person for what they really are, kid." Divin 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 people in the painting and the painting It doesn’t matter if it’s a painting or not. It’s not real immortality, as every painter in our family can attest to.”

"Then what if you become the person in the painting?" Connor asked thoughtfully.

"What?" Grandfather asked suspiciously.

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

Diwen laughed dumbfounded, "It's an interesting idea, kid, it's not that no one has thought of it before"

"Hey! Child, you are very smart, and you actually thought of being with me back then." At this moment, an old ancestor on the wall said.

Connor turned around and looked at the portrait hanging in the middle of the living room, talking to the old ancestor, "Benedict Gena Monet Burtram Lake", oh, that's a really long name.

"Child, I had the same idea as you back then, and even created a magic based on this idea, and successfully ran into the world in the painting." Benedict said with a smile, "Although this magic didn't make me live forever , but our family has been able to pass on this magic for hundreds of years, do you want to learn it?"

"Of course!" Connor nodded frantically.

"But you can't learn this magic right now, come and learn from me when you can draw the kind of advanced paintings your grandfather said." Benedict said with a smile, "I can answer your question just now, At the beginning, I did enter my painting, but I failed to become the person in the painting, my life was still being consumed in the painting, and I even died in my painting in the end.”

"Ah, that's such a pity."

"There is nothing to regret, child, although we are magic painters, but before that, we were a magician first, I am proud of the magic I created, child, you have to remember, what a magician pursues is always It's not about longevity, but the truth. It's a pity that most wizards don't understand this truth." Benedict said with a smile, and glanced at his grandfather who was aside.

The grandfather touched his nose in embarrassment. After all, it is a bit embarrassing to be taught like a grandson by the ancestors when teaching the grandson.

"Okay, Connor, now you start to learn drawing magic from me"

(End of this chapter)