Connor's Hogwarts

"Professor Dumbledore, I am only twelve years old."

"Connor, I am already one hundred and eight years old, no, almost one hundred and nine years old."

"...Professor, you can't ask a child for a gift like this."

"Connor, I think kind children are willing to care for the elderly."

"..." Connor was stunned. Although he knew that Dumbledore was shameless before, he didn't expect him to be so shameless! Pooh! He even asked me for face!

simply! simply! The squid can bear it, but the little loli can't!

Dumbledore looked at Connor with a smile, and Connor had doubts about the meaning of the word "respect the elderly and cherish the young."

"Professor Dumbledore, I also want to learn a magic." Connor took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. After all, he couldn't defeat the old man in front of him.

"Oh? What else do you want to learn? Tell me about it?" Dumbledore said with a smile on his face.

"Is your Pensieve still here?" Connor smiled and narrowed his eyes. He didn't care about this person for the time being. I will note this grudge first.

"Yes, Professor Nott gave it back to me at the end of last semester. What do you want to do?"

Dumbledore waved his hand, and the cabinet next to the office suddenly opened, and a wooden shelf holding a pensieve moved out under the power of magic.

Connor stood up and walked to the pensieve. Connor was very familiar with this thing. Connor touched the complex patterns engraved on the surface of the pensieve and said:

"Professor Dumbledore, I want to learn the magic on this pensieve."

"Oh? This is not easy. The magic pattern on the pensieve is a very complex composite magic pattern, which combines more than a dozen different individual magic patterns. It is much more complicated than the magic pattern on your three-dimensional painting card." Dumbledore shook his head.jpg

"Even if I admit that you have a strong learning ability, I don't think you can learn the magic patterns on it now."

Connor nodded and shook his head. He could also see that this pensieve was very complicated, but he did not need to learn all the magic patterns on it. He said:

"Professor Dumbledore, would you like to ask if the effect of the Pensieve, which can bring people's consciousness into it, is a magic?"

"Oh? You mean?"

"Actually, I don't need the magic related to reading memories. It's of no use to me. What I want to learn is the magic that can let people's consciousness enter my painting." Connor raised his head and looked at Dumbledore , his eyes seemed to be shining.

"This..." Dumbledore was stunned, and then said: "This is indeed possible. Is it possible to use the frame as a pensieve, the painting as a memory, and then go inside? Connor, your wild ideas always make me happy. Amazed…”

Dumbledore began to stroke his beard. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was very feasible and not difficult!

The magic related to memory is inherently profound. The main complex and difficult magic patterns in the Pensieve are all about reading memories. As for letting people's consciousness sneak into it... this is just a "pre-magic", and this pre-magic is actually not complex.

If you want to connect this magic with the painting, little Connor can easily do it with his current ability.

"You want to enter your painting? As far as I know, your family has a magic that allows people's bodies to enter the painting. Why don't you learn this?"

"Professor Dumbledore, you know so many things." Connor tilted his head and explained: "Because my grandfather didn't let me learn it, and the magic is said to be very difficult. No one in my family has been able to learn it. And the magic is not very suitable... all I need is consciousness to enter the painting, not the human body."

"I can teach you this magic, or even help you perfect it." Dumbledore pondered for a moment and then said: "But you have to tell me first, what do you use this magic to do?"

"What are you doing? Of course you are making games! Professor Dumbledore, haven't you seen the board games in the experience store that my family opened in Diagon Alley?" Connor said with a "You are so low" expression on his face.

"Game? Board game?" Dumbledore's expression was startled, and his eyes were confused for a moment. As one of the most powerful wizards in the contemporary era, Dumbledore really couldn't imagine that the magic of the meditation disk had anything to do with games... And what are board games? What are young people playing nowadays? ?

Dumbledore always thought that he was a person who could keep up with the trend, but now he realizes that he seems to be out? Is it because I haven’t been out for so long that the outside world has changed so much? ?

"Professor, today's world is changing with each passing day, and earth-shaking changes are taking place every day. You can't do it behind closed doors. You still have to go out more often." Connor took the opportunity to snatch the candy in front of Dumbledore, with a proud tone.

"..." Seeing his beloved candy being snatched away, Dumbledore dared to say angrily and embarrassedly: "Connor, can you tell me about your games and board games in detail?"

"No problem. In fact, the game I want to make is not complicated. It is all based on variations of monster cards. Everyone can fight by controlling his 'character'." Connor boasted to Dumbledore about his own game. Games come.

".I originally wanted players to control card battles through magic, but this was not easy to achieve, so I could only fix the operation method on the game table. This is the origin of my board game."

Connor explained all his various game products to Dumbledore, and finally said in a bewitching tone:

"How about it, Professor, do these games of mine sound interesting? Are you excited at all? Professor Dumbledore, if you join our Lake family now and lend us the right to use your portrait, I can I’ll give you shares as a bonus. As a shareholder, you not only get monthly dividends, but you can also get our various new products as quickly as possible! It’s definitely a profitable business!”

Dumbledore burst into laughter: "Connor, maybe you are more suitable to be a businessman? The games you described are indeed interesting, but money is meaningless to me. As for the image rights, you can use this kind of thing as you like."

"Really!?!" Connor shouted, which startled Dumbledore. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he still replied:

"Of course, your chocolate frog card originally used my portrait."

"Professor, you are such a good person." Connor was so moved that he almost cried while holding Dumbledore's hand.

"." Dumbledore opened his mouth, then closed it again. He always felt that something was wrong, but he had no evidence, so he had to continue: "Well...since the purpose of you learning this magic is to play your game, Then I have no reason not to teach you, and I agree."

"Then it's up to you, Professor."

Afterwards, Connor and Dumbledore made a friendly deal. Connor learned a contract magic and left the principal's office. Dumbledore said that he had to analyze the magic on the pensieve before he could teach it to Connor.

In the principal's office, Dumbledore stroked the purple-covered Facebook with a smile on his face.

"That kid is a genius, but it's a pity that he used his wisdom on these playthings. What a waste of nature!"

"What toys!? I think those cards and games are very interesting, but you, an old antique, don't understand anything at all!"

"That's right, you are sour. You can't get into those paintings. You want to play but can't. Just blame that kid here. I look down on you, Phineas."

"You fart! How can you taint someone's innocence out of thin air!"

As soon as Connor left, the portraits in the principal's office started to quarrel, and it looked like they were going to fight.

"Dumbledore, I think you should agree to that kid's request and become that kid's shareholder, so that you can let the kid open up access to his paintings, let us play in them, and get the latest game products!" A painting took the opportunity to say to Dumbledore.

Then all the portraits fell silent, and the man named Phoenix stood up in the crowd and said with a bruised nose and face: "I agree!!"

"." Dumbledore looked at the pile of portraits speechlessly and said, "Aren't they just some little games, don't you think so?"

"You don't know! Dumbledore, it's all the old ghosts of the Lake family! They show off to us every day how fun the games their grandson makes are! How exciting! It makes us itchy! The most disgusting thing is! Those old ghosts You bastards don't let us play through their portraits! I've never hated these old ghosts so much! I shouldn't have asked them to paint for me in the first place!" Phoenix looked furious and indignant.

"Yes, they painted you too much like you and made us suffer."

"That's right, we should have organized people from the Lake family to paint your portrait..."

"." Phoenix's face turned blue.

Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head and said, "I think that child is very good. Spending his attention on these things is much more reassuring than studying black magic."

"You think of Tom again? He was a real pest."

"No." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Connor is much better than Tom. Tom's vision is too low. And I sometimes feel that that child sees things better than all of us can. , are all far away”

The principal's office fell silent for a moment.

Dumbledore stroked the Elder Wand in his hand and murmured to himself: "It's further away than you can see."