Connor's Hogwarts

"?" Connor looked at Patriarch Monet in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.

In fact, in Connor's imagination, the world in the painting should be infinitely broad and full of possibilities, but the one in front of him...

Connor glanced left and right again. This was just a small space of more than ten square meters, not as big as Connor's bedroom.

There is a "window" behind Connor through which he can see Lake Manor in the real world.

The place that cannot be seen from the window is actually a small room with a bed, a table, chairs, and other furniture, but except for these things, there is nothing!

This is a small closed room! The world of painting in my imagination is not like this!

The ancestor calmly asked the two of them to sit down, and slowly talked with Connor in detail: "My painting magic is different from ordinary painting magic."

"Here is an independent [space], a space that exists between the real world and the painted world, but is not integrated with either world. Just building such a small space has exhausted me. A lifetime of energy.”

"Constructing space? Isn't this a painted world?" Connor sat on the chair and felt that the touch under his butt was the same as a stool in the real world, very real.

"This is not just a painting, this is a very complicated magic, more complicated than the magic you learned from your father." Monet shook his head with a proud smile on his face, He told the story:

"Connor, I have been like you since I was a child, yearning for the world in paintings. In my opinion, there are too many regrets and helplessness in the real world. But paintings can be perfect. In the world of paintings, I can do anything.”

"I am obsessed with painting because of this. I believe it is not difficult for you to understand how I feel."

Connor nodded repeatedly, his eyes blazing. Unexpectedly, his ancestors were also of the same kind. Connor seemed to have met a close friend, and suddenly felt that he was not alone in his path.

"So I spent my whole life searching for a way to truly enter the world in the painting. I tried countless times and failed countless times. Finally..." Monet's face was full of pride: "I painted this painting! I created a real, painted world! This is my life's masterpiece!"

"Don't think this is just a space magic." Ancestor Monet stood up, raised his hand, and then a knight's sword slowly formed in his hand: "In this painting space, there is a [painting] 】 nature, I can draw or imagine anything I want out of thin air, and "

Ancestor Monet suddenly pointed his sword at his grandfather, while Old Devin looked embarrassed. He waved his hands and said, "Mr. Monet, this...isn't this not good?"

"Um?"

After being glared at by his ancestor, his grandfather could only slowly raise his hand, and then Monet swung his sword without hesitation - and his grandfather's hand was cut off!

! ! ?

Connor's eyes widened as an incredible scene occurred. Although his grandfather's hand was cut off, nothing seemed to have happened. There was no blood flowing out, and the hand did not fall to the ground. Instead, it was broken with a distance in the middle. His wrist is still attached to his grandfather’s arm!

That's it! ! Unbelievable! ! !

Grandfather helplessly showed his broken hand to Connor, then took it back and said with a wry smile: "Connor, we are no longer in the real world. The [rules] of this space are different from reality. Yes, this is the world of painting, and all the rules in this painting are defined by the painter."

Ancestor Monet threw the sword, and it turned into a point of light in the air and disappeared. He said: "When I painted this painting, I also gave it the rule of [immortality]. You have entered this world." Finally, some injuries that would cause death in the real world are ineffective in this world, just like this."

As soon as Monet finished speaking, his grandfather's head flew up. He... was beheaded again.

".?" Grandfather dared not speak out in anger.

"!!!" Connor's eyes seemed to be shining.

"I hope I can escape the fate of death with this, because I was already old and almost dead when I finished this painting." Monet shook his head: "But I still died in the end, in my painting. , the soul dissipates, and what stands in front of you is just my body and the self-portrait I left behind."

"Eh? Flesh?" Connor was stunned for a moment. He didn't react. Then he saw his ancestor showing a nasty smile, and then he split into two in front of Connor's eyes.

? ? ? Connor looked at the two identical ancestors in front of him, a little confused.

The ancestor on the right looked a little dazed, while the ancestor on the left smiled and said: "This is my body, or my corpse. I regard this painting as my tomb and buried myself here." Inside, well, I also made my body younger, and in this painting, I am almost omnipotent.”

"This" Connor said loudly and was extremely shocked.

This magic! This ancestor! wocwocwoc! This is awesome! ? Is this really a world drawn? ? I! I! I seem to be learning this!

Connor's soul was deeply shocked, and he felt that the day when his dream would come true was really not far away.

"As you can see, this magic is very powerful. As long as it enters the painting, everything must comply with the [rules] set by the artist. In this painting, the two rules that are different from the real world are [immortality] and [immortality]. To put it simply, you can't die, and your wishes can come true. These two rules are applicable to anyone who enters this painting. You can try to think of a sword like I just did. Come on, this shouldn't be difficult for you."

Connor just did what he said, and as soon as the thought came to his mind, he had a dragon-slaying sword with 999 swords in his hand, the kind that was still on fire.

"Wow! Cool!" Connor waved his hand and cut off his leg, but he didn't feel anything. Although it was broken, he could still control the leg that left his body. Connor thought and the knife disappeared. Yes, the legs are connected.

This is so amazing!

Connor felt inexplicably as though he was very skilled, as if he had done this before.

"As expected of the most talented painter in my family, Connor, you found a method right away. Back then, Devine couldn't even think of a knife after thinking about it for a long time." Patriarch Monet smiled and clapped, He was very pleased with Connor.

"However, this magic also has many limitations. Just like ordinary magic paintings, when the painting is completed, many things cannot be changed, and everything in the painting will be limited to the time it was painted. My thoughts and abilities are limited.”

"For example, you can use magic in the painting, but it must be magic that I can use. I didn't know many modern magics at the time, so you can't use them in the painting."

"Sometimes, I often wonder if my soul dissipated because I didn't understand the soul. If I understood the soul, would I be able to truly escape death?" Monet smiled and shook his head. Shaking his head, he continued:

"Things in the painting cannot be brought into reality. Even if you imagine the Philosopher's Stone in the painting, you cannot bring it out."

"Also, the essence of this painting world is still the painting placed in the real world. If the paintings in the real world are destroyed, emmm, I am not sure whether this world will still exist, but you will definitely not be able to return. went."

"In short, although this painting is extraordinary, it is still a painting and cannot affect reality."

Ancestor Monet showed a proud smile: "Connor, what do you think of my magic compared with your Far Eastern magic that can embody paintings?"

Connor looked at the old ancestor in front of him and was filled with admiration. This is the real magic genius!

Connor's eyes lit up with excitement: "Mr. Monet! I want to learn this! Teach me!"