Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 8 Chocolate Frog Magic Snack Factory
"Connor, although I'm very happy that you successfully drew a magic painting, I have to ask what kind of thing you drew?" Old Diwen said with a constipated expression looking at the yellow-skinned mouse.

"Grandfather, this is Pikachu." Connor said innocently, ready to pretend to be a child, "It's a magical monster that can emit lightning."

Connor took a few more paintings and said, "This is Charmander, a charmander with a mutated tail; this is the black cat Luo Luo, a magical cat who can use Apparation freely; this is the evil goblin mound Than, make pacts with Muggles to turn them into wizards."

"Stop, stop, Connor," old Divin rubbed his aching temple and said, "Connor, you mean you want to turn your imaginary magical animals into picture cards and sell them in chocolate frogs?" go out?"

"Hmm!" Connor kept nodding.

"." Old Diwen nodded. He didn't expect his grandson to have such an idea. In his view, the chocolate frog card was a very serious, serious, and authoritative popular science card. After all, it was his own card. A brilliant idea that came up at the time.
As for grandchildren, which are obviously for children to play with, no one will buy them except for young wizards. If they are released at that time, no one will buy them. It doesn't matter if you lose money, but old Diwen is very worried about his grandson. will be sad.

After all, the result of my hard work is not valued by others. I have a deep understanding. Connor should not suffer this kind of setback when he is still young.
But Di Wen couldn't bear to refuse when he saw the begging (xuan) and begging (yao) expression on his grandson's cute (mai) loving (meng) face, so that's all. Just be happy.

"Okay, I'll say hello to Flora, you can tell your mother what you think, after all, she is in charge of the Chocolate Frog business now."

"Okay! Now please grandpa teach me the magic of making the person in the painting enter and exit other frames!"

Seeing such a studious grandson, Old Diwen smiled in relief.

"Okay." The grandfather picked up two of Connor's works and said, "Connor, when you painted the background of these two paintings, what were you thinking about?"

"Huh? Just thinking of a place? I seem to be just drawing the feeling in my mind, just like the forest I usually draw." Connor said honestly.

"Almost, in fact, your feeling is the most basic element of our painting skills - the sense of space. When you draw the background with magic patterns, you actually endowed the background with the concept of 'space'." Old Diwen pointed out Looking at the yellow-skinned mouse scurrying around in the painting, he said: "There is space in the painting. The size, distribution and changes of this space all depend on their creator, which is you."

"That is to say, it's actually a very simple thing for you to want their spaces to border each other. But you can't do it now, why?" The renter's father paused again, seeing Connor Thoughtful, he decided to test his grandson.

Connor hesitated and said, "Is it because I didn't think that their spaces could be connected together when I was painting?"

"It's basically correct. The background of a painting is actually the house of the people in the painting. You built a house for them, but you didn't leave doors and windows for them, so they can't leave their original house." Old Diwen raised his hand. A magic pattern appeared in front of the cane, and then it was divided into two, and entered the 'house' of Pikachu and Chubby respectively, "Of course, even if there is no portal left when building the house, we can be more flexible. Get them one."

With the entry of the magic pattern, the diaphragm between the two paintings seemed to be pierced. Pikachu ran all the way and ran into Chubby's 'house'. A hundred thousand volts came directly, and then Chubby was electrocuted. His whole body was burnt black and he fainted on the ground, while Pikachu proudly placed poss on Chubby's "corpse" for a while, and then slowly walked back to his 'house'.

Connor laughed out loud, he didn't expect his painting to be so interesting.After a while, Chubby, who was completely scorched by the electric shock, got up staggeringly. The scorched black on his body faded away, but he hid in the corner timidly, not daring to look at Pikachu.

"Connor, as I said before, when the painting is completed, it has nothing to do with the painter. Although your two little magical animals have very little self-awareness, they also have basic learning abilities. You should give them, they are not static. It surprises me a little, your magic is perfect."

"Grandfather, can you still make them separate?" Connor saw that Pikachu rolled up his sleeves to call Chubby, and said, "I mean, can you make them connect when the two paintings touch and separate the two?" A painting, and their space is divided again?"

Old Diwen frowned and said, "If it's just these two paintings, you just need to separate the 'connected' magic lines in half and draw them on the two paintings respectively, but this is only applicable to specific Two paintings, you must know that the 'connected' magic pattern is flat, but it is not symmetrical."

"It doesn't matter! As long as you know you can do it!" Connor said confidently: "Let's start learning this magic pattern now, grandfather."

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Old Divin didn't teach Connor the magic pattern, but used Floo powder to bring Connor to the place where Flora worked-the Chocolate Frog Magic Snack Factory.

"Oh, Connor! Dad, why are you here?"

As soon as he stepped out of the fireplace, Connor was hugged by Flora and kissed him hard.

"I want to show him around the factory, Flora." Old Diwen said majesticly.

"Why do you suddenly want to visit the factory?" Flora asked suspiciously.

Then Connor explained his plan to get cards in detail. After listening to Connor's big plan, Flora said with a smile on his face: "Our Connor is so smart. I agree with your big plan! In order to reward the smart Connor, the money you sell for your drawing cards will be your pocket money in the future, okay?"

"Really?" Connor said excitedly.

"Of course! Let's pull the hook." Flora smiled dotingly.

"Pull the hook!" Connor didn't expect such a surprise. Although Connor didn't think his card would sell well, he still had the confidence that he wouldn't lose money. It seemed that his pocket money would be settled in the future.

"Of course." Flora touched Connor's head with a smile, and said, "The factory is underground, so let your grandfather take you there. Mom still has some work to do, so I won't go with you."

Connor and old Divin left Flora's office and took the elevator down.

"Grandpa, where is this? I mean where is this factory built?"

"This is Sussex County. On the surface, it is a Muggle factory. They produce those emmm... cars here, but in fact, the underground here is our processing factory." The elevator kept going down, and then stopped at the -10 floor After getting down, Old Diwen took Connor out, and said with great interest, "This place belongs to our Wright family for a hundred miles. It was our family's fiefdom before the wizards disappeared. Back then we were nobles in the eyes of Muggles..."

Connor was no longer listening to old Divin's tirade, and Connor was completely attracted by the "factory" in front of him.

This is a "workshop" belonging to wizards. You can see a bunch of big "machines" and several assembly lines, all of which are automated, which is much more advanced than the manual assembly lines of Muggle factories today.

There are only four "administrators" in Nuoda's factory, and three of them are standing on the big machines, probably working. Seeing the grandfather coming in, the idle manager hurried over.

(End of this chapter)