Connor's Hogwarts

"Mr. Lake, Hazen greets you." The man named Hazen said solemnly.

Old Devin nodded and said coldly: "You go about your business, I'll take my grandson to visit."

Hassen withdrew as if granted a general amnesty.

"This is a Squib, Connor." Devin pulled Connor towards a running production belt.

"Squib?"

"Yes, you know, not all wizards of wizard blood can become a wizard. We call those who are born in wizard families but do not have the ability to cast spells as squibs."

"Oh." Connor knew that Old Devin hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Although they can't use magic, it doesn't mean that they don't have magic power. There are also two types of squibs. One is innately deficient in magic power, and they don't have enough magic power to support them in casting spells. And the other..." Old Devin pointed out Pointing to his head, he continued: "They have normal magic power, but have lost their talent as wizards - they can recite magic spells but cannot use magic."

Old Devin pointed to the managers again and said: "They are all the second type. They are also called magic workers and are the main source of magic power in the production chain of all wizard factories."

Connor once again came into contact with another side of the wizarding world. Sure enough, the world of Harry Potter is not entirely as glamorous as in the movie...

"Are there... many of these squibs?"

"Huh? Well, Connor, do you know how many wizards there are in the UK?" Old Devin pondered for a moment and asked Connor a question.

"Um, I don't know." Connor really hasn't thought about this problem. Connor thought back to the movie he watched in his previous life. The first-year Gryffindor and Slytherin were taking flying lessons. They were probably in their twenties. Personally, there are about fifty or sixty freshmen in that first grade. If I give a rough estimate... there are about five or six thousand people? Thinking about it this way, wizards still protect rare animals...

"There are approximately more than 7,000 wizards registered with the Ministry of Magic in the UK. If you include unregistered black wizards and young wizards like you who have not yet been registered, there are approximately 10,000 people. , and the probability of a Squib appearing in a wizard family is about one in seven, so there are probably more than a thousand Squibs in the UK, and this does not include the number of Squib families who have forgotten their identity as wizards."

Connor was surprised and asked: "So there are so many squibs?" Because in the original book, Connor only knew one...that...administrator named Feishan, a squib in the entire Hogwarts. Connor thought that squibs were rare creatures. Coming.

"Yes, most squibs will choose to live in the Muggle world after knowing that they have no ability to cast spells. But there are also many squibs who are unwilling to live in the Muggle world, so they take on jobs that formal wizards in the wizarding world do not bother to do. ." Devine pointed at the Squib employees working on those "magic machines."

"Squibs like them, who have magic in their bodies, are considered the tallest among squibs. They can take on a lot of jobs, and their lives are not a problem. And those squibs who have no magic power and cannot integrate into Muggle society are rejected by both worlds, no matter where they are. Whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, they all live like clowns, which is truly sad."

Old Devin touched Connor's little head earnestly and said: "Connor, you have to know that we are lucky to be born as wizards. We cannot be arrogant because we have this power. We must always maintain Be humble and have awe of magic. We don’t control the magic, it’s the magic that chooses us.”

"I understand, grandpa." Connor nodded seriously. His grandfather really had good intentions for him. Connor had another recognition of the Wright family. After all, he already had an extra mother. An extra grandfather is also acceptable.

Old Devin felt that his grandson was more close to him. With a smile like a chrysanthemum on his face, he continued to lead Connor towards the big magic machine.

"This is a very precise alchemy product. Look at this mold, does it look familiar? The magic pattern on it is the "connection" magic pattern. This is why I am not in a hurry to teach you this magic pattern, because all the chocolate frog drawing cards The connected magic patterns are directly reproduced on the drawing cards through this machine, so even if you don’t master the “connected” magic patterns, you can still produce your Pikachu drawing card.”

After introducing this, Old Devin pulled Connor to the other half of the assembly line, stopped the squib workers, removed something from the complex instrument, and handed it to Connor, "This is my original painting."

Connor took it and saw that it was "Albus Dumbledore" on the chocolate frog. Dumbledore in the painting even winked mischievously.

"This machine (B) is different from the machine (A) just now. This one is more complicated and more expensive. The core magic pattern used by the machine (A) just now is the 'replication' magic pattern, and this machine (A) The core magic pattern of B) is the 'retrospective' magic pattern. 'Copy' is a relatively simple flat magic pattern, while the 'retrospective' magic pattern is three-dimensional. The difficulty of making the two is not at the same level."

Throughout the whole day, Connor and his grandfather Devin have been visiting and studying in the factory. They not only visited the "Picture Card Manufacturing Workshop" on the 10th floor, but also visited the "Chocolate Frog Processing Workshop" on the 9th floor and 6 to 8 floors. The "Magic Snack Manufacturing Workshop" on the first floor.

One of the two people enjoyed teaching and the other learned like crazy. Time passed unknowingly, and it was not until Flora came down to ask them to eat that they reluctantly left.

"Connor, I have told you the principles and processes of producing drawing cards. If you wish, you can now use these whiteboard drawing cards to make your magical beast drawing cards. I think you will be able to use them soon. I saw your works in the shops in Diagon Alley." Old Devin said happily at the dinner table.

"No, Grandpa, I hope I can change the mold. Well, I mean, I want a rectangular card instead of a pentagonal one." Connor cut the beef with a knife and fork with some difficulty, and there was still something in his mouth. He bit into half a piece of bread and muttered.

"Well, yes, it's not a big problem." It's just a separate production line. As long as the grandson is happy, Old Devin thought.

Flora next to her frowned, feeling a little depressed. It was quite a joy to have dinner with her father after so many years. However, her father ignored her from beginning to end, and he didn't even talk about things in the factory. Ask yourself what you think. I am obviously the factory manager now, okay?

In fact, before running away from home, Flora had always had a good relationship with her grandfather. After all, if she hadn't been treated like a princess since she was a child, how could she have done such a thing as eloping with someone. But in the past, none of the three sisters was as "favored" as Connor!

Thinking of her father's preference for Connor, who once doted on her, Flora couldn't help but look at Connor with a "hateful" look. It was obviously me who came first.

Sensing Flora's "loving" gaze, Connor said naturally: "Mom, I hope my card can be distinguished from the previous chocolate frog card."

"Well, you mean different packaging? Of course"

"No, no, no, mom, what I mean is, if you buy my card, you won't get a chocolate frog, but if you buy my card, you will get a chocolate frog! Or any other snacks are fine."

"That's okay, but why are you doing this?" Flora asked in confusion.

"Hey, that's because my cards are not just cards for collecting. I'll tell you when I'm ready in a few days!" Connor raised his face and tried to pass the test by being cute, and then the big boss Flora used it. The skill pinched the face, and Connor was defeated.

"I said, I said, let go! Let go. That's what I discovered when my grandpa connected my Pikachu and Kyubey together." Connor rubbed his red face and took the Pikachu he drew. Above is a Kyubey who was dragged to his hometown by Pikachu and repeatedly struck by lightning.

"They can fight!" Connor said loudly as if he had discovered Hua Dian, and then found that the scene was a little quiet. His two audience members did not react, scratching their heads in embarrassment under Nahan's iron-clad eyes.

"Please, this is a fighting card! Have you ever seen a fighting card?"

"You mean, you want to sell cards like yours that can fight, instead of selling snacks?" Old Devin realized. This is indeed a good idea, and it is very suitable for a painting family like theirs. Taste, "So you asked me before if you could control their connected state? But I've already told you that the connected runes are not symmetrical. How do you plan to solve this problem?"

Is it the old age or the old age? Lao Diwen also grasped the Hua point. Connor then expressed his thoughts: "It's actually very simple. We only need an 'interface'. For example, these are two drawing cards." , we print most of the 'connection' magic patterns on this picture card, and only draw a small 'corner' on the other picture card, like this."

Connor took out two pieces of paper, and then connected them together to draw a simulated connecting magic pattern - the mark of Naruto's Konoha forehead protector. Then he separated the two pieces of paper, with a circle on one piece of paper and a small triangle on the other. on a piece of paper, and then using the circle piece of paper, draw three more triangles on each side of the triangle piece of paper.

"It's a very smart idea. Indeed, this way you can control the connection of the drawing card, and it can be easily realized technically." Devin clapped his hands, "Maybe you should draw the drawing for your fight. Can you give me a name?"

Connor smiled proudly and said, "How about calling it Pocket Beasts."