Connor's Hogwarts

Magic paintings are very magical things. They can move, run, talk, and have their own thoughts. The magic paintings made of memories are no different from the people living in the paintings.

The Conan painted by Connor is such a magical painting. Everything about him was set by Connor, whether it is his personality, thinking or false "memory".

Connor's original intention was to create a "person" that didn't exist. He was basically successful. The thinking ability of Conan drawn by Connor was almost the same as that of ordinary magic paintings with complete memories. However, due to the severe lack of memory, Conan's character was different from what Connor imagined.

Moreover, because Connor put Conan's "CPU", or thinking ability, to the highest level when he was painting, Conan's current character expression is completely different from the somewhat mean Conan in the comics in Connor's impression. Instead, he appears... Very cold, emmm looks like a robot.

"Conan, do you understand your mission?" Under the Ravenclaw Tower of Hogwarts, Connor was looking up at the stairs that moved from time to time above his head.

"Yes, I understand." Conan's painting was held flat by Connor. Conan pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and the glasses in the painting reflected white light: "My mission is to find these seemingly irregular Is there a pattern in moving stairwells? It doesn’t look like it’s a difficult thing to do.”

Connor shook his head and said: "No, no, no, actually this is just a part of the stairs. You have to know that there are a total of one hundred and forty-two staircases in Hogwarts Castle, and the ones here are just It's just a small part of it, but there are also these moving stairs in several other towers."

Connor pointed to the stairs above: "Actually, it's not difficult to find out the movement rules of the stairs here. I've been walking here for a year and I'm basically familiar with its operation rules, but what you have to do is not that simple. Your task is to find the patterns between all the stairs in the entire castle."

"." Conan's expression didn't change much, or his expression system wasn't very online: "With all due respect, Connor, am I not trapped in this small frame? How can I see other stairs?" ? Do you want to change my place to hang me every once in a while? "

"You don't have to worry about this. You will have a lot of 'new houses'. You can move back and forth between several paintings when the time comes. What magic can do is beyond your imagination."

".I see, this is something I didn't expect... So what's the purpose? What's the purpose of finding out the movement patterns of these stairs? Provide me with more information, which will help me find the real answer faster." Conan added He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.

Connor smiled: "[Ravenclaw climbing the ladder of knowledge, the smart wise man will finally be crowned] This is a secret word, told to me by a tattered hat. It tells me that through this information, I can find the secrets hidden in the world." There is a treasure in Hogwarts, and these stairs are the most likely 'key' I can think of to unlocking the secret."

"And, it is said that these stairs were built by Ms. Ravenclaw, and Ms. Ravenclaw was the one who came up with the question." Connor shrugged:

"It's hard not to suspect that there are no secrets hidden in these stairs."

"I see, looking for hidden secrets is indeed the work of a detective." Conan's glasses reflected a strange white light again, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing an expression that was very familiar to Connor: "Then please hand over Give it to me, I accept this commission."

Connor smiled, took out a plate from his pocket and threw it to the ground, then stepped on it and flew up. He hung Conan's portrait in a place that was generally out of reach:

"Although I will prepare many new houses for you in the future, or I can draw you whatever you need or where you want to live, this painting is still your 'body'. If this painting is destroyed, you But it’s gone.”

"Also...I lied to you what I said before. You are not a killed soul. You are just a painting I drew. Your memory, your knowledge, and everything you have are all thought of by me, so you don't have to I'm confused about how you died." Connor held the frame carefully. He was a little obsessive and wanted to see if the frame was straight.

"I understand. This way my chaotic memory and contradictory knowledge structure can be explained." There was not much surprise on Conan's face. His eyes revealed wisdom. Well, his glasses reflected the light and he couldn't see clearly. : "Connor, you are the same as me, right?"

Connor smiled with satisfaction: "Although I couldn't restore you perfectly, I at least managed to draw out your abilities. Haha, this is also very interesting. Then Conan, you can start your new life in this castle. Although I created you, you can also decide your own future."

Conan frowned, expressing confusion.

Connor pointed at his head and said: "You are different from ordinary magic paintings. You are entirely made up by me. Through dialogue, I found that many of your behaviors are not in my settings. This shows that you have There are many possibilities, and I also want to know how far you can go."

"You mean, am I considered an independent individual now? I have the ability to learn and change..." Conan looked thoughtful.

"Is this a new neighbor? Why can't you get through there? Open the door, young man!" At this time, a portrait of a knight not far away shouted towards Conan.

"I'm sorry, uncle. The style of painting is different. We refuse to visit each other." Connor replied lightly, then turned to Conan and whispered: "You are completely different from such a mindless magic painting. You are my work... "

"Anyway, this castle will be your new home from now on. Welcome to Hogwarts, Conan."

"Connor, did you know? Your drawing of Conan is famous."

Over the weekend, Connor and Roger were going to participate in the Ravenclaw team's first Quidditch training. Roger said to Connor excitedly on the way.

"What's wrong? It's only been a few days, and I've only painted three frames. Why is Conan so famous?"

Connor has been preparing a new house for Conan these days, like a villa, a secret room, a wilderness, etc. He draws whatever comes to mind.

Connor plans to let Conan's "houses" bloom everywhere in the school. In this way, Conan can not only decipher the secret of the stairs for Connor, but also act as Connor's spy in the school. It will serve multiple purposes.

Anyway, Dumbledore also acquiesced to Connor's behavior of hanging paintings, so of course he could hang a few paintings.

"It's like this. Previously, a first-year student in our college was asked a question about the eagle ring. He couldn't answer it and could only sit on the stairs in a daze. As a result, Conan happened to see this scene. Guess what?" Roger looked amazed.

"Conan answered the question." Connor held up his forehead. All Conan's knowledge came from himself. As long as he could answer questions that didn't involve magic, Conan wouldn't have any difficulty.

"That's right! Some people didn't believe it at first, but then some people ran to try it, and Conan answered all the difficult questions! Then everyone knew that this painting could answer the question of the Eagle Ring. The people of the Eagle Ring Punishment Group They’re going crazy, they think they’re not as good as a painting! Hahaha, I’m laughing so hard!”

"You were also stumped by the Eagle Ring last year." Connor struck mercilessly.

"Well, that's different! I was still young back then!"

"I think you're about the same as last year." Connor shrugged. He wanted to go back and talk to Conan. He couldn't just answer questions for those brats and provide services for free. It was absolutely unacceptable!

The two walked to the Quidditch pitch, where several people were already waiting. When they saw Connor and Roger coming, a handsome guy waved enthusiastically.

"Haha, it's Leib. He seems to be in good spirits." Roger smiled a little narrowly.

"Oh? Do you know him?" Connor didn't know much about the men in his school.

"Huh? Have you forgotten? Fifth grader Tern Leib, the one who was slapped by the Slytherin senior sister last week." Roger's expression became even more funny.

"Oh! It's him. Then...it's necessary to get to know him."