Connor's Hogwarts

"You want to learn everything." Grandfather pointed at Connor and cursed with a smile, shook his head and said, "Our Lake family is counting on you. Even if you don't want to learn, I will teach you."

"Then what are you waiting for! Let's get started!" Connor turned around and was about to run out of the screen. His thirst for knowledge burned his blood. He was a little impatient, and then he was caught by Monet. .

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet." Monet turned around and sat down. When he raised his hand, drinks and fruits appeared on the table.

Connor's eyes lit up again, and he quickly stepped forward, grabbed a melon, and asked, "Mr. Monet, can this be eaten?"

Connor has not forgotten that this is a world of paintings. The fruits in front of him must also be "painted". Connor is really not sure whether he can eat them.

"Of course, and it tastes good!" Monet nodded with a smile: "These foods are made of magic power, simulating the taste of fruits in my memory, but it just has a taste. If you are in the painting If you eat these things for a few days, you will starve to death."

Connor took a bite and it tasted really good. He nodded while eating: "So your painting still can't affect the real world?"

"You can't say that," Patriarch Monet muttered: "If I had not set the [immortal] rule for this painting, then if the enemy entered the painting, he could easily kill a person. Paintings about killing people can be said to have affected reality."

Connor nodded: "So this painting is a different space with its own rules, and it can affect people who enter the painting, right?"

"That's right, that's right."

"So... can it be done in this painting and move between different paintings like other ordinary magic paintings?"

"." Monet was silent for a while and said: "Theoretically, it is possible. But"

Ancestor Monet clapped his hands, and the room turned into an island in an instant. They seemed to have arrived at the beach in an instant! Connor even smelled the salty sea breeze blowing in his face!

"Connor, take two steps."

Connor walked to the beach obediently, and then... "Ouch!" Connor hit his nose and there was a wall in front of him!

Connor covered his nose and touched forward, and sure enough he touched an invisible wall.

Ancestor Monet raised his hand, and the next second the ocean turned into a desert, a grassland, and the sky. But no matter how it changed, the wall that Connor touched always existed.

"You understand, I have only completed this one work in my life. Although this is an omnipotent world, it is only as big as this room. Although I can do many things in the painting, I want to expand this But the size of the space is something I can’t do.”

"The rules of this painting are only valid in such a small space."

"So you can't enter other people's portraits?" Connor touched his nose and said in surprise.

"Yes, this painting of mine is two different paintings from ordinary magic paintings. I cannot exist outside this space, but..." Monet ancestor looked at Connor: "If you can draw more Yes, for a painting like mine, I don’t think it would be difficult to move between the two paintings.”

Connor has basically understood the essence of this ancestor's painting. To use an analogy: Connor's world is three-dimensional, and the painting Kang Na draws is two-dimensional (manual comics are used to save lives), then this ancestor's painting is It belongs to the 2.5 dimension and is not on the same channel as ordinary magic paintings.

This is a magic painting that is created from reality and can affect reality.

What a great magic.

If this magic can be combined with [The finishing touch].

Connor's body felt hot.

"I have said that the upper limit of the magic painting world depends on the upper limit of the painter himself. The scenery you see are all things I have seen before, and the things I have never seen, the knowledge I have never understood, are in this room. It doesn’t apply here either.”

"Of course, because this painting also has the law of [reflection], the things you imagine can still be projected, just like the flaming knife you just made."

Monet waved his hand again, and the room returned to its original appearance. Then he pointed casually, and a snake suddenly appeared on the ground: "Look at this snake, I [drawn] it, then it belongs to It's part of the painting, so even if I leave it alone, it will act on its own."

Connor saw that the snake was spitting out a snake letter, and the curtain was wonderful and pretty.

"Connor, imagine your monster cards again and [draw] them in your imagination."

As soon as Connor had an idea, he thought of a Pikachu. The Pikachu was projected, and then it became motionless, as if it was dead.

"You see, this is something I never understood before I was alive, so when it appears in this world, it is just a [dead thing]."

Ancestor Monet looked at Connor and said his ultimate goal: "So Connor, I hope that before you can learn this painting magic, you can learn more different knowledge and see more different scenery. Your knowledge The broader and richer the knowledge, the more [perfect] the magic painting world you can build will be. A world cannot be imagined by imagination alone, do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand." Connor nodded.

"Then from now on, don't stay at home all the time. Go out with your grandfather more often. Walk more, see more, and learn more. Do you understand?"

"Uh," Connor was stunned. How did this ancestor know that he was a homebody? Then he saw his grandfather smiling like a chrysanthemum, and he suddenly understood.

Okay, you bad old man, you are telling me a story. Connor was slandering in his heart and hesitantly said: "Okay, okay, I'll try my best."

"Well, very good, you should go out for a walk, but you are no better than your brother in this aspect."

"Eh? Ivan? What happened to Ivan?"

Grandfather laughed: "Don't you know? When you were in school, that kid Ivan followed me around doing business. That kid is like me and likes to deal with people."

"Eh?" Connor was stunned again. The impression he had of Ivan was still the little kid who only followed him and played in the mud. I didn't see any change in him when he came back from vacation. Could it be that I cared too much about him? Is it missing?

"Ivan is not young anymore. He will start going to school this year. His talent in painting magic is not as good as yours, so I don't force him to learn this. But that child is different from you. He likes to socialize very much. I used to You always push back when I ask you to attend some cocktail parties with me, but that kid is very enthusiastic about it, and he is very talented."

Grandfather smiled and said: "Hahaha, with you two brothers in the Lake family, I guess I will be able to retire and enjoy happiness soon."

"." It was obvious that you were looking for something to do, and Connor scratched his head. Could it be that Ivan had mutated into a great power before he noticed it? This kid.

"Okay, that's pretty much what needs to be said. Connor, do you have anything else to ask?" Monet ancestor said.

"No." Connor shook his head. Now all he could think about was learning new knowledge quickly, asking questions, etc. When he couldn't ask, "Wait!"

Connor suddenly raised his hand, conjured a knife, cut off his head, held it in his arms, and asked with excitement: "There is a question, if I leave my head here, and then leave my body here." What happens to the sub-painting?”

"." Grandfather and Monet looked at Connor with strange eyes. Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?

"You can try." Ancestor Monet said speechlessly.

"Just give it a try!" Connor couldn't calm down at all. He excitedly threw his head to his grandfather, and then he jumped out of the frame.

"Ah!" Connor's head suddenly screamed.

"Hahaha, you must have fallen." Grandfather laughed happily.

Connor's head yelled loudly: "It hurts so much, throw my head out quickly, my neck is connected to the painting!"

"Hahaha, if I grab your head, your body will have to live with a painting on it for the rest of your life." Grandfather and ancestors laughed heartlessly, and the painting was filled with happy air.