Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 64 Gu Gu Gu

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

In fact, old Diwen once reminded himself not to easily paint for the dead for others, but Connor didn't pay much attention to it.

It seems to be very reasonable now. A painting pieced together from incomplete memories is a defect for the painter, and it is also a kind of deception for the person who provided the memory.

If it is to draw a picture for a living person, and the "remaining marks" magic pattern is used to infuse that person's memory from childhood to adulthood, then this person is infinitely close to being "backed up" once, and that is the magic painting. Open it correctly.

A person's character formation and memory are inseparable. If the character of the portrait set by the artist conflicts with the memory received by the portrait, the portrait will change in an unknown direction.

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

I don't know what Professor Nott is planning. Is such a result really what Professor Nott wants?Maybe this is called love?

Connor shook his head, it has nothing to do with him anyway, it's just a painting, isn't he painting every day?Why think so much?

Fortunately, I promised Professor Nott to keep it a secret, otherwise I couldn't help but tell my grandfather, and I would definitely be scolded now.

No, no, I'm so cute, my grandfather wouldn't scold me, Connor thought without blushing and panting.

At breakfast the next day, the twins came to Ravenclaw's long table, skillfully drove away all the girls surrounding Connor, and sat next to Connor on the left and right, with their shoulders crossed.

"What are you doing?" Connor ate calmly.

"Connor, we're in trouble."

"That's right, you must save us!"

"This is the request of my life!" x2
"." Connor elegantly cut a piece of bread and threw it into his mouth: "Of course it's no problem, we are good brothers!"

"Really!"

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

"It's okay, isn't it just reviewing the notes? I've prepared them for you a long time ago, enough for you to take the exam." Connor took out a napkin and gracefully wiped the corners of his mouth to cover up his smile, ready to accept the twins' gratitude and admiration:
Have you seen it, are you moved?I have already prepared everything for you like a god, and if you do things for me, Mr. Connor, you will not be treated badly in vain
"Ah? What notes?" the x2 twins asked in a daze.

"." Connor stopped wiping his mouth, and then pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "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, stupid, Connor was a little embarrassed by the twins, and his ears were a little hot, but Connor couldn't help himself, and still said in a flat tone: "Ah, yeah, I was too worried So, what are you asking me for?"

Fortunately, the twins didn't hold on to this matter, and 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 courses are too boring, we might as well go to the castle to find secret passages!"

"We just wanted to make magic props that would help us get out of the classroom."

"For example, candies that cause nosebleeds after eating, perfumes that make you vomit when you smell them, or patterns that make you faint when you look at them." George was enthusiastic, dancing.

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

Connor was a little surprised. This is the signature product of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Did the twins have this idea in the first grade?Also, it's not surprising that these two people are full of ideas.

"So?" Connor put down the napkin.

"But we can't do it." The x2 twins looked expectantly at Connor.

"But I can't do it either."

"..."

"Huh???" Fred looked hurt, "Connor! You've changed! You weren't like this before!"

"..." How did I change?I don't know, this is normal!
George also had a cheating expression on his face: "Aren't you the almighty Connor!? How can you have something you don't know!? This is too embarrassing for Connor!"

"..." Do you think I am Doraemon? !Get what you want?Also, what did Connor do wrong?My apologies to the name Connor!
Connor sighed helplessly and said: "I understand what you mean, do you want to make some props that will not endanger the health of the body and make the user behave as if they are sick?"

"That's right! As expected of Connor, the conclusion is quite correct."

"..." I will tell you that this is what you will make yourself in the future?
"There is no problem with your idea, and it can be realized. For example, make two kinds of candies, one will cause nosebleeds, and the other will return to normal..." Noticing the twins' bright eyes, Connor nodded secretly, and then Continue to plagiarize the ideas of the two:
"The ones you mentioned can all be made into candies, such as what are they called vomit sugar, coma sugar, nasal blood sugar, etc..."

"That's right! Wonderful! Connor, it's you!" Fred and George applauded. Connor's thoughts coincided with the two, and he was indeed the best friend and lifelong enemy chosen by the two. .

"But this obviously requires a wealth of potion knowledge and a lot of clinical experiments." Connor interrupted the excited two people: "And my level of potion 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?" x2
"You can take the Potions class seriously. If you learn more, you may 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 our points in class!" Fred hugged his poor self, remembering how much Snape hated us in Potions class. The fear of universal domination.

"You are living in the blessing and don't know the blessing."

"What?" x2
"Professor Snape obviously valued your talent to be so strict with you. I have never seen him have so many demands on others. Think about it carefully, the only subject you can catch up with me is potions." The door is open."

"Ah? How is it possible!? Snape is definitely just trying to target us Gryffindors!" The twins looked puzzled, as if they were frightened by Connor's words.

"Believe me, Professor Snape is a good professor, although his character is really bad." Connor shrugged, saying that Connor didn't fool the twins this time.

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

Connor has always believed that those who invented various spells and magic props in the Harry Potter movies are the real magicians, such as the twins, James and his gang, Snape and Dumbledore, and others will only Those who shoot lasers with sticks are low-level berserkers.

Connor wanted to continue persuading him, but suddenly there was a "cuckoo!" sound above his head.

That's a bunch of owls flying in the hall, oh, it's time to check the mail every day.

Tsk, Hogwarts is not good at this point in the morning, these damn round-faced fat chickens like to disturb others for breakfast, owls are birds too!Birds have very short rectums!What if everyone is hit by some unknown excrement while eating... The picture is too beautiful for Connor to imagine...

Although such human tragedies have never happened, every time the owls fly over, Connor will pay careful attention to the group of chickens flying over his head... for fear of harming the innocent.

But unexpectedly, when an owl flew over Connor's head, it actually dropped something—a package.

Connor picked up the package by accident. His family probably wouldn't send him something at this time. Who... hey, there is a family crest printed on the bottom of the package. This is... it was actually sent by Professor Nott?

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

Well, in fact, Connor doesn't mind what happened yesterday.

"Connor, what is this?"

"I don't know either, let's take it apart and have a look, I'm curious too."

Connor opened the package, and there was a metal product inside, square and palm-sized, like two biscuits put together, but with the familiar metallic luster, isn't this the magic ball!
The magic-weave ball that Connor used to practice drawing magic was still lying in his pocket. This thing must be a magic-weave ball made of Mithril!

I didn't expect that Professor Nott would give himself such a valuable thing.

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

　Thanks to [Trooper 1770] readers for their rewards|ω), and thanks to [Yan Nineteen Ah] readers for speaking for me in the book review (;Д｀), I am very moved to say, thank you readers for always supporting me (°з °)-

　　
　
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