Connor's Hogwarts

"Connor, although I'm very happy that you successfully painted a magic painting, I must ask what is this thing you painted?" Old Devin looked at the yellow-skinned mouse and said with a constipated look on his face.

"Grandpa, this is Pikachu." Connor was about to pretend to be a child and said innocently: "It is a magical monster that can emit thunder and lightning."

Connor took a few more paintings and said: "This is Charmander, a fire dragon with a mutated tail; this is Black Cat Luoluo, a magical cat who can use phantom freely; this is the evil fairy Qiu Be, will make a contract with Muggles to turn them into wizards."

"Stop, stop, Connor," Old Devin rubbed his painful temples and said, "Connor, you are saying that you want to make these magical animals you imagined into drawing cards and put them in chocolate frogs to sell. go out?"

"Uh-huh!" Connor kept nodding.

"." Old Devin was a bit confused. He didn't expect that his grandson would have such an idea. In his opinion, the chocolate frog card was a very serious, serious and authoritative science card. After all, it was his own card. What a brilliant idea I came up with back then.

As for cards like grandson, which are obviously for children to play with, no one will buy them except for young wizards. If no one buys them when they are released... it doesn't matter if they lose money, but Old Devin is very worried about his grandson. Will be sad.

After all, I deeply understand the feeling of not being valued by others for the results of my efforts. Connor is still young and should not suffer such setbacks.

But Diwen looked at the praying (xuan) (yao) look on his grandson's cute (mai) cute (meng) face, and he really couldn't bear to refuse, so that's all. At worst, he would send someone to buy the card. As long as his grandson Just be happy.

"Okay, I will say hello to Flora. You can tell your mother what you think. After all, she is taking care of the chocolate frog business now."

"Okay! Now please ask grandpa to teach me the magic of making the people in the painting come in and out of other frames!"

Seeing such a studious grandson, Old Devin smiled happily.

"Okay." Grandpa picked up two of Connor's works and said, "Connor, what were you thinking about when you painted the backgrounds of these two paintings?"

"Huh? Just thinking of a place? I seem to just draw the feeling in my mind, just like the forest I usually draw." Connor said honestly.

"Absolutely. In fact, your feeling is the most basic element in our painting skills - the sense of space. When you use magic patterns to draw the background, you actually endow the background with the concept of 'space'." Lao Diwen pointed out Looking at the yellow-skinned mouse scurrying around in the painting, he said: "There is space in the painting. The size, distribution and changes of this space all depend on their creator, which is you."

"In other words, it is actually a very simple thing if you want their spaces to be connected. But you can't do that now. Why is that?" The renter paused again and saw Connor Looking thoughtful, he decided to give his grandson a test.

Connor hesitated and said, "Is it because I didn't think about their spaces being connected when I was painting?"

"Basically correct, the background of a painting is actually the house of the person in the painting. You built a house for them, but you didn't leave any doors or windows for them, so they couldn't leave their original house." Old Devin held up his house. of the cane, a magic pattern appeared in front of the cane, and then split into two, entering Pikachu and Kyubey's 'house' respectively. "Of course, even if there is no door left when building the house, we can be more flexible. Open one for them.”

As the magic pattern entered, the barrier between the two paintings seemed to be broken. Pikachu trotted all the way into Kyubey's house, and simply applied a hundred thousand volts, and Kyubey was electrocuted. His whole body was charred and he fainted on the ground. Pikachu proudly posed on Kyubey's "corpse" for a while before slowly walking back to his 'house'.

Connor laughed out loud when he saw it. He didn't expect that his painting would be so interesting. After a while, Kyubey, who was scorched all over after being electrocuted, staggered up. The scorch on his body faded, but he hid in a corner cowardly, not daring to look at Pikachu.

"Connor, I said before that when the painting is completed, it has nothing to do with the artist. Although your two little magical animals have very little self-awareness, they also have basic learning abilities. This You should have given them to them, they are not static. This surprised me a little, your magic is perfect."

"Grandpa, can you still keep them separated?" Connor saw Pikachu rolling up his sleeves to shock Kewpie and said, "What I mean is, can you connect them and separate them when the two paintings are in contact?" Painting, their space is divided again?”

Old Devin frowned and said, "If it's just these two paintings, just separate the 'connected' magic patterns in half and draw them on the two paintings respectively. But this only applies to specific paintings." Between the two paintings, you must know that although the 'connected' magic pattern is flat, it is not symmetrical."

"It doesn't matter! Just know that you can do this!" Connor said confidently: "Let's start learning this magic pattern now, Grandpa."

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Old Devin did not teach Connor the magic pattern, but used Floo powder to take Connor to the place where Flora worked - the Chocolate Frog Magic Snack Factory.

"Oh, Connor! Dad, why are you here?"

As soon as Connor walked out of the fireplace, Flora hugged Connor and kissed him hard.

"I want to take him to visit the factory, Flora." Old Devine said with a majestic look.

"Why do you suddenly want to visit the factory?" Flora asked doubtfully.

Then Connor told him everything about his plan to get the card. After listening to Connor's big plan, Flora said with a smile: "Our Connor is so smart. Mom has both hands." I agree with your big plan! In order to reward the smart Connor, the money you sell from the drawing cards will be your pocket money from now on, okay?"

"Really?" Connor looked excited.

"Of course! Let's pull the hook." Flora smiled fondly.

"Pull the hook!" Connor didn't expect such an unexpected surprise. Although Connor didn't think his card would be very popular, he still had confidence that he wouldn't lose money. It seemed that he would have enough pocket money in the future.

"Of course." Flora smiled and touched Connor's head and said, "The factory is underground. You can ask your grandfather to take you there. Mom still has some work to do, so she won't go with you."

Connor and Old Devine left Flora's office and took the elevator down.

"Grandpa, where is this? I mean where is this factory built?"

"This is Sussex County. On the surface, it's a Muggle factory. They produce those emmm... cars here, but in fact, the underground here is our processing factory." The elevator kept going down, and then stopped at the -10th floor. After coming down, Old Devine took Connor out, and said enthusiastically, "The hundred-mile radius here belongs to our Wright family. In the past, when wizards were not hidden, it was our family's fiefdom. At that time we were still nobles in the eyes of Muggles..."

Connor was no longer listening to Old Devine's long speech. Connor was completely attracted by the "factory" in front of him.

This is a "workshop" belonging to wizards. The first thing you see is a bunch of big "machines" and several assembly lines, all automated, which is much more advanced than the current manual assembly lines in Muggle factories.

There were only four "administrators" in Nuoda's factory. Three of them were standing on the big machines, probably working. When they saw my grandfather coming in, the idle manager trotted over.