Connor's Hogwarts

Connor looked around and whispered, "I'm not as cold-blooded as you Slytherins."

The grandfather's eyes were as big as a gong, and Connor hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Spoken words! And saving Alice is no small matter, right? They are all old acquaintances."

"Hum!" My grandfather calmed down after snorting several times with his nose, but he still said angrily, "Fortunately, nothing happened last night, otherwise... hey~"

Grandfather straightened his face, "Although I already know what happened, I hope to hear it from you again."

"Okay." Connor scratched his head. He also knew that this wave was inevitable, so he had to tell the story from the beginning to the end. "It all started when Roger and I tested the new version of Facebook."

"In the end, I asked Dumbledore to collect the fragmented angel's soul, and then I was taken away by Professor Flitwick. As a result, I fell asleep on the way, and when I woke up, I saw you, um , that's it, I'm done."

Connor tilted his head back and gulped down a big sip of water. Talking so much at once was really tiring.

Grandfather's gaze fell on Connor's neck, "The Chain of Fate is really something you're wearing."

"Huh?" Connor realized that he was still wearing a collar around his neck, and he quickly raised his hand to take it off, but

"Eh? What's the matter? This can't be dismantled?" Connor was stunned. He didn't expect that this damn thing really couldn't be dismantled, so my intuition at the beginning was not wrong.

"Grandfather, what do you mean by the chain of fate? And can you help me remove it?"

"Oh, I can't take it apart." The grandfather shook his head and said, "You have to ask your little girlfriend to take it off for you. This thing is a famous magic item. It is said that it can entangle the fate of the wearer. Only The Windsors know the right spells to cast."

"What? Destiny? Does that kind of thing really exist?" Connor dismantled it with his bare hands without giving up, thinking about using a wand, where is the wand? (‵′) Who changed my clothes! ?

"Who knows? It's just a well-known road in the Windsor family. It's not important, and it's not a powerful prop anyway." The grandfather shook his head and didn't care.

"I have already understood what happened. You were indeed reckless this time. Although you were not sorted into Slytherin, you

Don't act like a stupid lion either, don't do it again, Connor. "

"Oh." Connor said perfunctorily.

"Hey" the grandfather sighed inexplicably, looked at Connor with complicated eyes and said, "You are a bit like your grandmother in this respect."

Connor shrank back subconsciously. Fortunately, his grandfather didn't plan to tell Connor about his grandmother. After he hit Connor a few times, he began to analyze the consequences of the incident with Connor.

"Although I really don't want to say this, you have indeed done a great thing. You saved the children of the Windsor family. The cooperation between our family and the Windsor family can finally be negotiated, and many things have been resolved."

"What happened last night is big news. It has been a long time since such a big event happened in the British magic world. The Holy See must have made such a large-scale mass transmission. It must be hidden from people. They violated the International Wizarding Law. Recently, The newspaper headlines are probably all theirs.”

The grandfather narrowed his eyes, and said in a bad tone, "There are also those crazy horse people, hehe, kidnapping and murdering wizards, they will pay for it, the Windsor family will not make it easy for them, and I don't mind giving them more money." Add a fire"

"In short, this incident will have a great impact, and it is estimated that it will not stop for a while in the future, but you don't have to worry about this, I have already talked with Professor Dumbledore, and we will try to fade your figure away as much as possible , will not mention you, you are not suitable to get involved in this matter, this kind of matter is not good for you. "

"Yeah, good, I don't want to be in the newspaper." Connor nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, it's almost time to say what needs to be said. Enjoy your vacation during the recent period. The next thing has nothing to do with you."

"Wait, grandfather."

"Ok?"

Connor took out that kind of small stamp from his pocket and put it on the table. "There is one more thing I want to ask you."

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Chapter 200 The World in Painting

"The soul of an angel?"

The grandfather looked at the small "postage stamp" that Connor had placed on the table, and asked, "This is what you and Professor Dumbledore want? You want this to do?"

Old Diwen paused suddenly, and suddenly raised his head to look at Connor, "Do you want to incorporate this soul into your painting?"

Connor didn't expect his small thoughts to be discovered all of a sudden, he nodded, "Yes, I really want to give my paintings a soul, but I don't know if it can be done, so I want to ask for advice You, but...how did you know I wanted this?"

The grandfather took a deep look at Connor, "You are not the only one in our family who wants to do this. Or, those of us who are used to drawing, who hasn't had this idea? It's not difficult to guess."

That’s how it turned out, Connor suddenly realized that those ancestors often thought about “putting their souls into paintings”. If they put their souls into paintings, wouldn’t they achieve eternal life!But so far no one seems to have succeeded, and there is probably no way to do this.

Connor shook his head in frustration and said, "So, there is no way to do it? That's a pity."

"No." The grandfather denied Connor's guess, "There is a way, and this is one of our family's forbidden techniques."

"Eh?" Connor was stunned, and said in astonishment, "There really are? Then why?"

"Why don't we use that method?" the ancestor Benedict on the wall said, looking at Connor with a smile on his face.

Connor scratched his head, "Mr. Monet, didn't you say that you once completed the magic that can enter the painting? Could it be this?"

Connor is still thinking about that magic, but now he still has a "finishing touch" that he hasn't learned, so he won't aim too high.

"Of course not." The ancestor in the painting shook his head and said, "Connor, do you know what it means to enter a painting with your soul?"

Connor tilted his head, puzzled.

"That means, you will be locked into the world of the painting forever and become a ghost in the painting."

Connor touched his chin and said, "Isn't that good, this will make you live forever."

"Hehe, it's not that easy." Benedict shook his head and smiled, "You know ghosts, right?"

"Yes, there are many in the school."

"Ghosts are souls with obsessions. Do you think ghosts can be regarded as immortal? Obviously not, ghosts are dead. They have lost the ability to affect reality and remain in the world relying on negative energy. It can be regarded as longevity, so why don't wizards all become ghosts?"

"Yeah, why?" Connor asked blankly, as if he hadn't woken up.

"" This (outer) grandson can't be stupid, right? The grandfather took over the conversation and said, "That's because ghosts have no sense of reality. They have no sense of smell, taste, or touch. The world they see in their eyes also loses color. You Can you imagine what it would be like to live in such a world, if it wasn’t for obsession and the fading emotion after becoming a ghost, they might have dissipated by themselves.”

"But our paintings are different, Connor." Grandfather looked at the paintings on the wall, and said with a little melancholy, "We can give paintings the ability to make paintings have visual and auditory senses. It can be said that we can seal the soul into paintings. It is really possible to make this person live forever, but we dare not do it.”

"And why?" Connor was really puzzled this time, since he could do such a thing, why didn't he dare?

"This is a forbidden technique of the family. Since it is a forbidden technique, there must be a reason for it. It is because the ancestors we used to do this all went crazy in the end."

"what?"

"Bring Connor in and have a look, Divin." Benedict said, "Let him see the world in the painting with his own eyes."

"Eh???" Connor was startled, what kind of situation is this?Can I get into the painting?

"Hehe, it's time to let you know Connor, this is our family's biggest secret." Old Divin stood up, he waved his wand, probably casting an isolation spell, and walked to Benedict's painting Before, take the picture frame down.

"Wait? Grandfather? What does this mean?" Connor asked, waving his hands, with one point of surprise, eight parts of curiosity, and 91 points of excitement. Is the biggest secret in the family finally going to be revealed to me! ?

Grandfather took down this half-height oil painting, the person in the oil painting is the ancestor of the family, Benedict Gnamoner Burt Lemlake, the longest and largest of all the oil paintings.