Connor's Hogwarts

The Room of Requirement, which has become the entertainment room of the fraternity, everyone likes to come here to play when they are free. At this moment, Fred and George are tossing about on the sofa.

"This magic is really interesting, os (fluorescent flash)" Fred swung his wand and used the fluorescent spell, leaning against George's wand that maintained the original light spell. It seemed that the two groups of lights were similar.

"The fluorescent spell has no temperature, but this light is warm and comfortable to touch. It's amazing." George said.

"By the way, what would happen if you touched a black magic item with this light?" Fred's thoughts of dying came alive again.

"I don't know, although the professor doesn't let us do it, it should be interesting, why don't we try it!?" George and Fred always wear a pair of trousers.

"But we don't have dark magic items."

"Just ask someone to borrow one"

The two turned their gazes to the other side, Alice who was standing next to Connor stuttering.

Connor, who was drawing, noticed them, sighed and shook his head helplessly, "I said, can you two calm down a bit, the intersection of light and dark often has unknowable consequences, if there is no accident, your black magic item It will be scrapped, but if you're unlucky you might get killed by an explosion."

"The professor said that there might be an explosion, but the chances are very small." George seemed to be listening to the class seriously.

"Connor, why do you sound like you are very skilled?" Fred asked with his eyebrows raised while lying on the sofa.

"" Of course Connor would not tell them that he had tried a small prop that night. In addition to proving that source light magic is indeed the nemesis of black magic, he also lost a ten Galleon prop, he said casually "After class, I went to ask Professor Sabley again, and he talked to me a lot."

"That's it, then forget it, we still can't afford to pay for the magic props." The twins gave up their mind, and then they turned their attention to Connor's painting.

"Connor, you've been painting for a long time. When will you be able to draw well? Didn't you draw quickly for others before?"

Alice can't stand it anymore, can't these two be quiet?Don't you know that it's impolite to disturb others enjoying the beautiful scenery! ?

She turned her head and glared at the two, with her hands on her hips, she looked like a fried cat protecting food, she said angrily, "Can you two shut up and play your cards? Don't disturb Kang Nahuahua!"

Cedric and Roger, who were playing cards on the other side, laughed, and the twins shrank their necks and stuck out their tongues, daring not to speak.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I'm almost finished." Connor looked at the little boy in front of him who was wearing a small blue suit and shorts, a red bow tie and black-rimmed eyes, showing a malicious smile.

"Connor, who is this drawing?" Alice asked a little puzzled as she looked at this cartoon, which was different from a realistic oil painting.

"This is the boy genius Conan, a detective!"

"Conan? It sounds familiar. Isn't that the Muggle writer who wrote Sherlock Holmes? This is the comic version of Conan? It looks kind of cute." Alice thought for a while, then clapped her hands and said.

"Oh? Alice, have you seen Sherlock Holmes?"

"I used to have a lot of miscellaneous books at home, and I read a little bit of everything. At that time, those books were quite interesting. I thought those detectives were wizards."

"Haha, the detective is indeed amazing, but this Conan of mine is not that writer, you can just treat him as a special character card."

At this time, the twins had come running over, but Connor had spent more than an hour drawing this simple painting, which must be unusual, and they were really curious.

"Conan (nan)? Connor (nnor), you didn't draw it based on yourself, did you? Have you ever worn this suit before? By the way, why did you suddenly draw such a picture?" Fred looked Looking at Connor's painting, he asked with a smile.

"This is my second magic painting in the true sense. It can be regarded as a rather special attempt." Connor picked up the drawing paper with satisfaction, and he wanted to find a frame to put it in.

At this time, Conan in the painting was about to "wake up" in a daze, and Connor quickly made a "shh" gesture to the surroundings.

Conan woke up from the darkness, he vaguely remembered who he was with before?Wait, who am I?where am I?What am I going to do?As soon as Conan opened his eyes, he saw a handsome giant staring at him, and he uttered fluent English "f, Huayu!?"

Connor smiled kindly, "Hi, do you remember who you are?"

"I..." Conan covered his head. He looked around and found himself in a room with a bed and a table. There were a lot of papers on the table. He was stunned and said, "I'm Conan?"

"Yes, that's right, you are Conan, then do you remember what you did before?"

"I" Conan's eyes became confused again "I seem to be a detective, me and no, I was knocked down by them when I was investigating two men in black...then..."

Suddenly, Conan's face turned pale, "Am I dead?"

Connor's smile became more and more kind. "Yes, you are a detective. You unfortunately passed away because of investigating an accident, but I saved you."

"You saved me?" Conan realized something was wrong. The giant in front of him was too big, and his body seemed to have shrunk?

"That's right, I'm a magician. When I passed by, I saved your soul and put it in this painting."

Connor looked at Conan expectantly, waiting for his answer, but the result didn't seem to satisfy him. Conan was confused for a moment, then nodded in a daze and said, "A magician? It's unbelievable, so I became a Is it a secondary painting?"

Connor frowned, this reaction...was a bit different from the Conan he remembered.

"You believe what I say?"

"No, I don't believe it, I don't believe there is magic in the world, but it's true, isn't it? The shrunken body, this window-like picture frame, and the messy memories in my head are telling me that all this is true. It’s true, if you exclude all the impossible, the rest, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth, isn’t it?”

Connor sighed and said, "The organization is clear and the thinking is clear, this is actually drawn."

After that, Connor asked and answered Conan again, and the people around him were puzzled, why did this person still play with his paintings?

After asking a bunch of questions, Connor took the picture frame and mounted the picture. Alice observed Connor's expression and asked, "Connor, your experiment...is it successful?"

Connor shook his head, nodded again, and said, "Half and half, as a magic painting, I was indeed successful, but I only succeeded in drawing a magic painting."

Alice didn't understand what Connor meant, but he didn't look very happy.

Connor picked up the framed painting and said to Conan, "Conan, do you know what you are going to do?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I will follow your orders."

"Very well, I have a task for you here"

Chapter 145 The New Resident of the Castle

Magic paintings are very magical things. They can move, run, talk, and have their own thoughts. A magic painting made of memories is no different from a person living in the painting.

The Conan drawn by Connor is such a magical magic painting. Everything about him is set by Connor, whether it is character, thinking or false "memory".

Connor's intention is to try to create a "person" that does not exist.He basically succeeded. The thinking ability of Conan drawn by Connor is almost the same as that of ordinary magic paintings filled with complete memory, but also because of the serious loss of memory, Conan's personality is not the same as Connor imagined.

Moreover, because Connor mentioned Conan's "cp", that is, thinking ability, to the highest ax when he was painting, Conan's current character is completely different from the somewhat cheap Conan in Connor's impression in the comics. It's cold and looks like a robot.

"Conan, do you understand your mission?" Under the Hogwarts Ravenclaw tower, Connor was looking up at the stairs that moved from time to time.

"Yes, I understand." Conan's painting was held flat by Connor, and Conan pushed his black-rimmed glasses, which reflected white light in the painting. "My task is to find these seemingly random moving objects." Is the law of stairwells right? It doesn’t look like a difficult thing.”

Connor shook his head and said, "No, no, no, this is actually only a part of the stairs. You must know that there are a total of 140 stairs of various kinds in Hogwarts Castle, and the ones here are only a small part. , there are these moving stairs in several other towers."

Connor pointed to the stairs above, "Actually, it's not difficult to find out the movement rules of the stairs here. I've been walking here for a year and I'm basically familiar with its operation rules, but what you have to do is not that simple. You The task is to find the law that exists between all the stairs in the entire castle"

"" Conan's face didn't change much, or his expression system didn't go online much. "With all due respect, Connor, am I not trapped in this small picture frame? How can I see other stairs? Do you want to hang me in another place every once in a while?"

"You don't have to worry about this, you will have a lot of 'new houses', and then you can move back and forth between several paintings, what magic can do is beyond your imagination"