Connor's Hogwarts

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The Room of Requirement has become the fraternity's entertainment room. People who have nothing to do like to come here to play. At this time, Fred and George were messing around on the sofa.

"This magic is really interesting, lumos." Fred flicked his wand to cast the fluorescent spell, and placed it close to George's wand that maintained the original light spell. It seemed that the two groups of light were almost the same.

"The fluorescent spell has no temperature, but this light is warm and comfortable when touched. It's really magical." George said.

"Speaking of which, what will happen if you touch a dark magic item with this light?" Fred's thoughts of death became active again.

"I don't know. Although the professor won't let us do this, it should be interesting. How about we give it a try!?" George and Fred always wear the same pair of pants.

"But we don't have dark magic items."

"It would be nice to ask someone to borrow one."

The two of them turned their attention to Alice, who was standing next to Connor on the other side.

Connor, who was drawing, noticed them, sighed and shook his head helplessly: "I asked you two to calm down for a while. The intersection of light and darkness often has unpredictable consequences. If you are lucky and there are no accidents, your black magic will Items will be scrapped, but if you're unlucky you might get killed by the explosion."

"The professor said it might explode, but the chance is very small." George seemed to be listening to the lecture seriously.

"Connor, why do you sound so skilled?" Fred asked while lying on the sofa and raising his eyebrows.

"." Of course Connor would not tell them that he had tried it with a small prop that night. In addition to proving that source light magic was indeed the nemesis of black magic, he also lost a ten-gallon prop. He pretended to be relaxed. Said: "After class, I ran to ask Professor Sablay again, and he told me a lot more."

"That's it, forget it, we can't afford to pay for the magic props." The twins gave up the idea, and then they turned their attention to Connor's painting.

"Connor, you have been painting for a long time. When will you be able to finish it? Weren't you very fast in painting for others before?"

Alice can't stand it anymore. Can't these two be quiet? Don’t you know it’s rude to disturb others enjoying the beautiful scenery? ?

She turned her head and glared at the two of them, with her hands on her hips, looking like a fried cat guarding its food. She said angrily: "Can you two just shut up and go play your cards? Don't disturb me." Connor draws!”

Cedric and Roger, who were playing cards on the other side, laughed out loud. The twins shrank their necks and stuck out their tongues, not daring to speak.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I'm almost done." Connor looked at the little boy in front of him who was wearing a blue suit and shorts, a red bow tie and black-framed eyes, and smiled maliciously.

"Connor, who is this painting about?" Alice looked at this cartoon, which was different from a realistic oil painting, and asked a little confused.

"This is Conan, the genius boy, a detective!"

"Conan? It sounds a bit familiar. Isn't that the Muggle writer who wrote Sherlock Holmes? Is this the comic version of Conan? It does look a bit cute." Alice thought for a while, then high-fived her.

"Oh? Alice, have you seen Sherlock Holmes?"

"I used to have a lot of miscellaneous books at home, and I read a little bit of everything. The novels were quite interesting at the time. I thought those detectives were all wizards."

"Haha, the detective is indeed amazing, but I, Conan, am not that writer. Just think of him as a special character card."

At this time, the twins had already jumped over. Connor took more than an hour to paint this simple painting. It was definitely unusual. They were really curious.

"Conan? Connor, you couldn't have drawn it based on yourself, right? Have you worn this set of clothes before? Why did you suddenly draw such a picture?" Fred looked at it asked with a smile after looking at Connor's painting.

"This is my second real magic painting. It can be regarded as a more special attempt of mine." Connor picked up the drawing paper with satisfaction, and he wanted to find a frame to put it in.

At this time, Conan in the painting was about to "wake up" in a daze, and Connor quickly made a "shh" gesture to those around him.

Conan woke up from the darkness. He vaguely remembered who he was accompanying before. Wait, who am I? where am I? What am I going to do? As soon as Conan opened his eyes, he saw a handsome giant staring at him. He suddenly spoke fluent English: "F***, Hu Ayu!?"

Connor smiled kindly: "Hello, do you remember who you are?"

"I" Conan covered his head. He looked around and found that he was in a room with a bed, a table, and a lot of paper on the table. He paused and said, "I am...Conan?"

"Yes, that's right, you are Conan, do you still remember what you did before?"

"I" Conan's eyes became confused again: "I seem to be a detective, me and no, I was knocked down by two men in black when they were investigating...and then..."

Suddenly, Conan's face turned pale: "Am I dead?"

Connor's smile became kinder: "Yes, you are a detective. You unfortunately passed away while investigating an accident, but I saved you."

"You saved me?" Conan then realized something was wrong. The giant in front of him was too big, and his body seemed to have shrunk?

"Yes, I am a magician. I was passing by and saved your soul and kept it in this painting."

Connor looked at Conan expectantly, waiting for his answer, but the result didn't seem to satisfy him. Conan was confused for a moment, then nodded a little dazedly and said: "A magician? It's unbelievable, so I became A painting?"

Connor frowned. This reaction... was a bit different from the Conan he remembered.

"Do you believe what I said?"

"No, I don't believe it, I don't believe there is magic in the world, but... this is a fact, isn't it? The shrunken body, the window-like picture frame, and the chaotic memories in my mind are all telling me that all this It’s all true, exclude all impossibilities, and no matter how unbelievable the rest is, it’s still the truth, isn’t it?”

Connor sighed and said: "Clearly organized and clear-cut, this is clearly shown in the drawing."

Afterwards, Connor asked Conan again for questions and answers, and the people around him were confused. How could this man still play with his paintings?

After asking a bunch of questions, Connor took the frame and framed the painting. Alice observed Connor's expression and asked: "Connor, your experiment... was successful?"

Connor shook his head, nodded again, and said: "Half and half, as a magic painting, I am indeed successful, but I only succeeded in painting a magic painting."

Alice didn't understand what Connor meant, but he didn't look very happy.

Connor picked up the framed painting and said to Conan: "Conan, do you know what you are going to do?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I will follow your orders."

"Very well, I have a task for you."