Connor's Hogwarts

No matter what the ambition is, it is something that has not yet been revealed. To establish a student club organization, only sophomores can apply, and the name of the organization has not been decided yet, so everyone is bragging about it and having fun.

Now it's time to play and play cards.

In the Ravenclaw lounge, Connor and Roger were sitting by the window playing monster cards.

A girl is whispering in the distance:

"His Royal Highness Connor is so handsome. He looks so good even when playing cards. He is worthy of being our little prince of Ravenclaw..." This is a little fangirl from the first grade.

"Hahaha, has Little Connor become your prince? Then you must hurry up and take action, otherwise the seniors may not be able to help but steal your prince." This is a fourth-grade eldest sister. .

"Hey, hey, how could this be possible? His Royal Highness belongs to everyone, so don't think about having it all to yourself!" This is a second-year girl who was secretly given a good person card by Connor.

"Oh my God! Connor is not even eleven years old yet. What are you people thinking? It will take a few months before we say anything." A certain senior student who seemed to have a very upright outlook on things, but was secretly harboring evil intentions.

"Don't even think about it. I think painting and playing cards are much more important to Connor than you little girls." A certain senior who had painted with Connor made the final decision.

"..."

"..."

"That's right" x6

"I envy Roger so much" x3

"Why can't boys and girls share the same dormitory..." x1

"???" x6

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"Connor, I always feel that those girls over there are talking bad about you." Roger winked at Connor.

"The girls in our college are very gentle, and they are not people who say bad things about others behind their backs." Connor secretly put down a trap function card.

"Ah? Connor, are you familiar with them?" Roger looked up in surprise.

"Of course, there are less than eighty people in Ravenclaw, and I have long recognized them all. Moreover, I have already drawn pictures for almost half of the girls. I am very familiar with them..."

"Ah, Connor, you are so awesome. I can't stand a group of women chattering in my ears. It's great that you can attract their attention." Roger said happily.

"..." Connor looked at Roger with complicated emotions. Is this a normal eleven-year-old kid? Roger, I hope you won't come to me crying in two years.

"You are gone. Activate the trap card to imprison the cage, and Teemo will shoot."

"Ahhh! Why is it Teemo again!" Roger exclaimed, holding his head, unable to accept it.

"I told you not to learn a lesson." Connor stood up cheerfully.

"Aren't you going to play anymore? Where are you going?"

"Well, I'm going to go find Professor Nott. I hope I can be back before dinner."

"Eh? What are you doing with Professor Nott? Are you in solitary confinement?"

"What are you thinking about? I'm just going to draw a painting for the professor." Connor and Roger waved goodbye, gave the girls in the lounge an evil smile, and left the tower.

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The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the third floor of the castle. The owner of the classroom changes every year, and it has different decorations every year.

On the way, Connor was thinking about what his grandfather Devin said in his letter. The content of the letter made Connor a little concerned because his grandfather said this:

"Nott is indeed my good friend, but we haven't communicated with each other for many years, and he has never asked me for a painting. Although I don't know why that bad old man suddenly came to you, but if you just help him paint a painting, If you can help, just help, the decision is yours, don't worry about what I want."

Connor even saw a sense of resentment in the letter. Connor felt that there must be an unknown story between them.

Moreover, Professor Nott actually lied. Did he think that I would not write to my grandfather to inquire about the situation? Or is he really just looking for me to draw a picture, so he's not afraid of being found out and lying? However, the relationship between him and his grandfather seemed to be very tense, which may explain why he did not ask his grandfather to paint for him.

Connor's curiosity was aroused. Since his grandfather thought Professor Nott could help, Connor wasn't worried that Professor Nott would be harmful to him. He couldn't be a Mad-Eye.

Connor knocked on the professor's office door.

The door opened quickly, and Professor Nott's bright smiling face appeared behind the door: "Oh, Connor, I'm glad you could come."

"Good afternoon, Professor Nott." Connor greeted politely.

"Come in, I've prepared afternoon tea."

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Connor was sitting in the professor's office. Professor Nott's office was very tidy, and it was obvious that he was a person who lived a very refined life. Connor noticed a big box in the corner. Connor maliciously wondered if there might be something real inside. Professor Nott

"Connor," Professor Nott sat on the sofa next to Connor, with some special refreshments on the table in the middle, "Allow me to take the liberty of asking, how far have you learned your painting magic?"

Connor always felt that Professor Nott was a little nervous when he said this? Connor rolled his eyes and said: "I have become proficient in using the magic pattern of 'speech'. Theoretically, I can draw the most advanced magic painting, but the last step of 'leaving traces' still needs to be done." Every little bit helps.”

The most advanced magic painting refers to the kind of magic painting in the school principal's office. If you want to make it, you usually need to use several magic patterns: "action", "connection", "speech" and "leave trace".

These magic patterns give the portrait body, space, language and memory respectively. The first three can be completed independently by the artist. For example, Connor's monster cards have all their abilities, language and activity space given by Connor. , in fact, these are considered the most advanced paintings, but these paintings obviously look not as advanced as those that seem to have souls, so it is not surprising that Professor Nott would ask this.

As for the last step of the "leaving traces" magic pattern, Connor actually hasn't learned it yet, but he probably still knows how to do it.

The last step is to use this magic pattern to inject memory into the portrait. This memory can be the painter's, or of course it can be the memory of the portrait himself. When the portrait has a memory, many times the paintings will look like the portrait itself. It's the same. It is true that many wizards regard these paintings as portraits of themselves, but in fact, the paintings are still paintings after all.

How to put it this way, portraits are like AI in the magical world. When they are first created, their way of action is just like the initial program, given by the artist. They can learn to make themselves more humane, but this It doesn't change the fact that they are still AI.

Giving them memories is like forcing a bunch of data into these AIs, which accelerates their growth. The AIs will analyze these memories and play their roles well, but this does not mean that wizards can be reborn through portraits. .

For example, if Connor drew a portrait of Dumbledore, and Dumbledore filled the portrait with his own memories, then when this portrait, which can be fake and real, encounters a problem and needs to make a decision, whose thinking will it use? How to make a choice?

The answer is, not to make a choice based on Dumbledore's way of thinking, nor to make a choice based on Connor's way of thinking, but... based on what choice Connor thinks Dumbledore would make after reading Dumbledore's memories. way to make a choice. (manual funny)

Well, that's probably it. The portrait after being given memory is that of a familiar stranger. It seems like a real likeness, but it's just a real painting.

There was so much water that Professor Nott was impatient.

"That's great, Connor, you are a genius. Devin couldn't do this when he was young." Professor Nott was a little excited. He held his cane tightly, calmed down, and then said to Connor solemnly: "My child , before that I want to apologize to you because I deceived you before."

"Huh?" Connor pretended to be confused, but he was thinking in his heart: He actually confessed so quickly? Tell me who sent you, and confess quickly and be lenient.

"It's like this. Actually, I don't want you to draw a picture for me. What I want you to draw is... someone else."

Um? Why does it feel different from what you imagined?