Connor's Hogwarts

Dumbledore was stunned.

A few minutes ago, he was chatting and laughing with Connor in the office while watching the live broadcast, but now a few minutes later, he was silent.

"Yes! Well done! Gandalf! So handsome!" Connor jumped up from his chair and waved his fist as if he saw an exciting scene during a game broadcast.

"..." Dumbledore looked at the newly hung monitor screen in the principal's office in silence. He felt that the scene just now was very strange. He said, "Connor, won't you explain it?"

"Explain? Explain what?"

Dumbledore pointed at the dazed little kids on the screen: "That... Gandalf, is this your new painting?"

"Yes, yes." Connor kept nodding. At this moment, a cloud of smoke appeared around Connor, and it slowly solidified. The gray-robed wizard Gandalf, who was in the camera just now, appeared in front of Connor. around.

Gandalf smiled like Dumbledore: "Fortunately, Master Connor."

"..." Dumbledore looked at the elder brother in front of him...whose image was very consistent with his own, and fell into deep thought: "Is this a painting you drew based on me?"

"Of course not~ Professor Dumbledore, haven't you seen "The Lord of the Rings"?" Connor said with a smirk on his face. Of course he drew it based on Dumbledore's image, but Dumbledore doesn't know how. Knowing that he was based on Gandalf, this deranged nesting-doll manipulation pleased Connor.

"The Lord of the Rings? What is that?" Dumbledore said he really didn't know.

"Ah! It's a very famous fantasy novel in the Muggle world. It's very interesting. Gandalf is a character in the novel and he's also a wizard!"

"Witch...Wizard? Are you sure?" Dumbledore looked at the wooden staff held by Gandalf, then looked at the sword at his waist, and asked a normal question.

"Of course! Gandalf is a very powerful wizard! I plan to let him hand over Harry's magic! What do you think?"

"..." Dumbledore pinched the bridge of his crooked nose with a headache, and said in a helpless tone: "You want a painting to impart magic to others? Okay, okay, paintings can indeed impart magic to others, so Connor Did you give all your magic knowledge to this...Gandalf?"

"No."

"?"

"Mr. Gandalf only knows fluorescent spells!"

"???"

"I just left the swordsmanship to Mr. Gandalf."

I feel sorry for Dumbledore, who is over a hundred years old. Now he feels a little dizzy and his blood pressure is a little high. He wants to take some medicine: "You...you can also do swordsmanship?"

"I can't." Connor replied confidently: "But Gryffindor left his swordsmanship knowledge to me in the first grade. Although I didn't learn it, I can transfer this knowledge to my paintings. .”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment. Is there such an operation? No, the point is, you said this was a wizard, right? What kind of fuss are you making by handing over swordsmanship to him?

Dumbledore felt a breath in his heart and felt very uncomfortable: "I don't think it is a good thing for Harry to learn swordsmanship..."

"This is Gryffindor swordplay."

"... Even if Harry learns it, he still won't be able to achieve the same effect just now."

"This is Gryffindor swordplay."

"...Wizards should learn magic instead of..."

"This is Gryffindor swordplay."

"..."

Dumbledore's head hurt more and more, and he began to regret it. Maybe it was not a good idea to involve Connor in the first place...

"Okay, okay, I think you also know what's appropriate..." Dumbledore shook his head and put the matter aside first, and then his expression became serious: "Connor, you didn't tell me at the beginning. This painting magic can cause this level of destructive power..."

Dumbledore looked at the three-headed dog that was still lying there dazedly in the camera. It was a solid stick without moisture. Dumbledore began to look at these magic paintings seriously. He originally thought that this new magic It's already amazing that paintings can host souls. Now it seems that it can create such power, which is more powerful than many magics. It reminded him of some kind of lost magic technology.

"Didn't I tell you?" Connor spread his hands innocently: "The strength of my magic painting is determined by the amount of magic power in the magic painting. The magic power used up just now was actually quite a lot... Gandalf, how much magic power do you still have in your body now?"

"About half of it is used."

Connor nodded: "Then that moment just now was equivalent to consuming the magic power of five big fireballs. That's not easy."

Dumbledore was thoughtful and touched his beard: "Connor, this kind of consumption of magic power... I mean, there is no limit on the person who provides the magic power, right?"

"Oh, of course not. You can also input magic power into Gandalf's body, or you can bring others with you. There is no upper limit to the magic power that my magic painting can store instantly, but if you don't use it, it will be lost quickly, so you have to Replenish magic power often..."

Connor rolled his eyes and realized the plan. He said, "Professor Dumbledore, how about I leave Gandalf's portrait with you?"

"Oh?" In fact, Dumbledore was just about to borrow it for study, but unexpectedly Connor brought it up first. When did this kid become so smart? He asked: "Why leave it to me?"

"Because I already have a painting!" Connor tilted his neck and the earrings on his ears dangled: "Can't all my magic power be used to support the magic painting operation? I still need to practice magic. , I am still growing... Anyway, Professor, you are idle, so it is up to you to provide Gandalf with the magic power of his daily activities."

"..." Dumbledore always felt that these words... seemed familiar... He thought about it carefully, and it was a good thing no matter how he looked at it, so he nodded and said: "Okay, then how can I provide him with magic power?" Woolen cloth?"

Connor took out a painting from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore, and said with a smile: "I usually pour magic into the food I draw. Eating the magic painting can replenish the magic, but this is a bit wasteful. , if you want to be more efficient, just input magic power directly into the frame or into Gandalf, it’s very simple.”

Dumbledore nodded as he took the painting handed over by Connor. He saw that what was painted on it was an old man in gray robe holding a wooden staff in one hand and a long sword in the other.

"Then may I command this Gandalf?"

Connor looked sideways at Gandalf: "Of course, Gandalf, in addition to training Harry according to the plan, you should follow Professor Dumbledore's instructions the rest of the time."

Gandalf is just a magic painting with a soul. He will obey Connor's orders: "Okay, Master Connor."

Connor stood up and patted his robe: "Then Professor, I have completed all the tasks you gave me. It is getting late, so I will go back first."

"Remember to ask Pepper to free poor Filch." Dumbledore rubbed his brain. He had absolutely no way to deal with this bad student who hired thieves to attack the staff in front of the principal. He set his sights on the standing man. The "same" old man in front of him, the short-tongued Dumbledore, just wants to study this painting magic.

"Okay~Okay." Connor waved his hand and left the principal's office happily.