Connor's Hogwarts

Ancestor Monet showed a proud smile, "Connor, how do you think my magic compares with your Far Eastern magic that can embody paintings?"

Connor looked at the old ancestor in front of him with admiration, this is the real magic genius!

Excitement lit up in Connor's eyes, "Mr. Monet! I want to learn this!"

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Chapter 2 Soul and Painting

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"Of course you can learn. I've always wanted to teach you this." Monet said cheerfully, "But you still can't learn this."

"? Why?" Connor felt that his level of magic was still a bit low.

"Because if you want to learn this magic, you not only need to be a master of drawing magic, but also need you to have a profound knowledge of space magic, but now you haven't even learned apparation, so naturally you can't learn this magic."

"Eh? That's it?" Connor was a little frustrated, "Then when can I learn this?"

The grandfather smiled and said, "Don't worry, Connor, it's useless to be anxious. This can't be learned overnight, or it can't be learned by ordinary people at all. There are so many patriarchs in the Lake family, and only Mr. Monet can do it." Use it, so you should enrich your magic knowledge first."

"Hmph! A bunch of useless juniors!" Patriarch Monet reprimanded shamelessly.

The grandfather was temporarily immune to language attacks, and said to Connor with a forced smile, "Anyway, Connor, when you can see through the space magic at King's Cross Station, come and ask Mr. Monet about this magic. Now you have to learn more. a lot of."

"I understand, then." Connor nodded, and pulled back the topic that ran a chapter, "Can you explain why it is a forbidden technique to enter the painting with the soul?"

"Connor, think about it, if you were locked in such a small room for a full 100 years, what would happen to you?"

"Ah?" Connor was stunned for a moment, "You mean, those painters who used to seal their souls into paintings went crazy because they couldn't stand the boredom in the paintings? This can't be done? Things that can be done in paintings Isn’t it a lot? And there are so many paintings to chat with, how could it be boring”

Patriarch Monet shook his head and said, "It's boring, you can say that, you may not want to believe it, but they really are that crazy."

"The difference between a painting soul and a ghost is that the soul in the painting is aware of the surrounding world. As long as it is in the world in the painting, it is no different from a normal person. It can even do things that humans cannot do. , it sounds beautiful, but don’t ignore the premise that it’s in the painting.”

"They cannot affect reality. From the moment they become the soul in the painting, they are separated from reality into two worlds"

"Painting souls can do many things, but they are only in the painting. They cannot affect reality, which means that no matter what happens in reality, he can only watch and do nothing. a great pain"

"Ordinary magic paintings are different. Magic paintings have no soul, which means that they have no feelings. For example, I have lived in Lake Manor for more than 800 years. In fact, every time I see a younger generation pass away, I should be very sad. Sad, but I don't have a soul, I can't feel this kind of emotion, I can only judge that I will be sad through my memory when I was alive and then express it"

Monet looked at Connor and said, "You have painted so many paintings, you should know that if the people in the paintings really have feelings, it is not luck, but a curse."

Connor thought about it seriously. If his monster cards really had souls and emotions, those "monsters" who were usually carried around by their masters like treasures might be very happy, but those who have been used, outdated, and What would be the mood of a "monster" that people throw aside and don't ask anymore?

Connor probably understood what Patriarch Monet meant.

Imagine that you used to live as a person, but one day you become "the person in the painting", no matter what happens in reality, you can only look through a mirror and do nothing.

After decades and nearly a hundred years have passed, all the people or things you are familiar with have passed away, things are different, and no one in the world can resonate with your feelings. At that time, do you feel that you are still alive in this world? What's the point?

This is not real longevity.

But

"Mr. Monet, if I inject my soul into my magical painting that can be materialized, wouldn't that not only affect reality, but also truly immortality?" Connor's eyes did not dim, but became brighter up.

Mr. Monet and his grandfather laughed at the same time, and the grandfather said, "You are right, Connor, you don't know how my heart was shocked when you used this magic, although I don't know the actual result. But your magic is indeed possible to achieve the longevity that our family has pursued for nearly a thousand years."

"Connor, do you know about liches?" Mr. Monet asked with a smile.

"Ah? Is there really such a creature as a lich?" Connor said a little surprised.

"Well, there are indeed records of this kind of immortal creature in our family. In fact, it is not difficult to have an immortal body. There are not a few old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years in this world, and it is not uncommon for them to die. But there is always a price to pay if you want to be immortal, so the difficulty is how to minimize this price.”

"The lich is a technique of immortality that requires a high price. It is said that if you want to become a lich, you have to seal your soul into the phylactery in exchange for an immortal body. As a price, the lich will lose emotion, Not everyone can afford to be like the walking dead."

"Wait!" Why does this thing sound so much like Lao Fu?Connor stared, Old Tom probably got it from the Lich."

Inspiration!? But how did he preserve his feelings?

"What's wrong?" Grandfather asked curiously.

"It's nothing, you continue to talk." Connor didn't express his thoughts, and no one is sure that Lao Fu is not dead yet.

"Well, we wizards are very emotional. This is our characteristic and the source of our strength. A wizard who has lost his emotions can only be called a lich. Connor, do you know Nicolas?" Grandfather laughed.

"Um, yes, the greatest alchemist, he refined the Philosopher's Stone."

"Yes, this is also an example of longevity. He seems to be more than 600 years old this year. He is still alive, but he is just alive. Look at his appearance." Grandpa raised his hand, and a phantom of a skinny old man appeared In front of Connor "in my opinion, he is no different from a lich"

"These are not the longevity that our family pursues. We not only hope to live a long time, but also hope to live like a normal person, so" the grandfather looked at Connor, "your magic is very important."

"This magic from the Far East is like the last piece of the puzzle, making our family's dream come true. Our family has the magic of drawing the soul into the painting, and the ability to construct the world in the painting, but the painting cannot affect reality. Na, you now understand what your magic means."

Connor understands, what else does he not understand, no wonder when the monster card came out, it caused an earthquake-like effect, all wizards in the world seem to be paying attention to Connor's monster card, presumably there are not a few old immortals who can think of this .

If it weren't for the fact that the monster card was a half-finished product—half of it was connected to the card, and his grandfather and Dumbledore blocked the pressure for him, Connor suspected that he had been captured by the legendary old monster.

Although Connor didn't know what the old monster was.

Into the painting with the soul... Immortality... A little excited, a little excited...

Connor grabbed the hem of his grandfather's clothes, and his bright eyes widened, "Grandfather, I want to learn this magic too, please!"

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Nowadays…

...I'm afraid I'm going to goo again orz, I'll make it up tomorrow...

Because of the evil bat, the graduation project is almost finished, and the cuttlefish is about to explode. Forgive the child (?_?)

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Chapter 2 The Instructions of the Patriarch

"You want to learn everything." Grandpa pointed at Connor and cursed with a smile, shook his head and said, "Our Lake family is counting on you, even if you don't want to learn, I will teach you."

"Then what are you waiting for! Let's start now!" Connor turned around and was about to run out of the screen, his thirst for knowledge burned his blood, he was a little impatient, and then he was caught by Monet .

"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet." Patriarch Monet turned around and sat down. When he raised his hand, drinks and fruits appeared on the table.

Connor's eyes lit up again, he quickly stepped forward to grab a melon, and asked, "Mr. Monet, can this be eaten?"

Connor has not forgotten that this is a world of paintings, and the fruits in front of him must have been "painted", and Connor really has no idea whether he can eat them.

"Of course it is, and it tastes good!" Monet nodded with a smile, "These foods are all made of magic, which simulates the taste of the fruit in my memory, but it's just a taste. If you eat it in the painting These things will starve to death in a few days."