Connor's Hogwarts

This is a sword made entirely of magic, but it has a touch, weight and amazing sharpness.

All of this is achieved through magic transformation, and after the magic power is consumed (cutting the table), the magic power is not enough to maintain the shape of the sword, so it dissipates and returns to the painting.

But as long as Connor inputs magic power into the painting, the sword can still be used for playing, and as long as the input of magic power is maintained while playing, it can be played all the time.

As long as your magic can keep up, this is a real sword!

The finishing touch is a magic that can make fantasy come true!

Of course, this magic also has a limit.

First, it is limited by magic. For example, Connor drew a sun. When you take the sun out of the painting, the sun may be very bright or hot, but it cannot be real. the sun.

Magic deformation is not omnipotent.

Second, this magic is still limited by the painter himself. This is the same as the principle of magic painting. The finishing touch is still a painting after all.

For magic, the painter himself decides the upper limit of the painting.

Connor couldn't draw something he didn't understand at all.

For example, the little fairy drawn by Connor really can't pull s. Well, the example is over.

The last point, of course, is... this magic is really too difficult, most people will definitely not be able to learn it, and Connor can't use this magic with ease now.

Although Connor has not yet mastered this magic perfectly, but...he can't wait.

"I can't wait, Conan."

Connor's face flushed with excitement, he had been waiting for this moment for too long, and he decided not to wait any longer.

I have spent all my sleep and food, thinking, painstakingly, painstakingly, painstakingly, painstakingly, and exhaustingly thinking? It is for today! (cross out)

The dream of the past is now in sight!

On the table in front of Connor, there were three things, a piece of drawing paper, a stamp, and a bottle of potion.

The gold paper the size of an A2 paper is equivalent to buying half of Diagon Alley's wealth (not counting the half of Gringotts), and it just lay on Connor's desk.

Connor stretched out his hand tremblingly, and gently, gently... pushed the A2 paper away from the middle, turning into two A3 papers.

There is no way, this thing is too expensive, and Connor feels a little pain in the flesh, so it is better to save it, save it... Anyway, the magic power that enters and exits the frame is deformed and not a real person.

Connor looked at the stamp containing the angel's remnant soul again...

... Connor still feels a little bit of pain, why didn't he make this paper into A4? A5 is also fine...it can't be changed now.

And finally... a magic potion, Felicia.

This is a potion that is said to bring luck to people. In fact, it is a potion that can greatly improve thinking ability in a short period of time, keeping your brain in the most perfect state.

It can achieve the level of "dodging all the spells that shoot at you with only subconsciousness".

It is a very famous lucky potion in the wizarding world, and it is also a bit expensive.

Connor now needs the power of this potion.

Because he wants to do something big!There is no room for loss!

Connor raised his head and drank a sip of Felix Elixir (too much of this stuff is useless), and the next moment, a huge wave seemed to explode in his mind.

Countless strange ideas were strung together in my mind, countless novel and interesting ideas came up one after another, and countless problems that I had been thinking about before were all figured out at once!

"This feel..." Connor's footsteps were a little erratic as if he was drunk, "It's really addictive! Come on! Get the paintbrush!"

Connor raised his hand, and the paintbrush flew into his hand, and then the specially prepared precious paints floated around Connor one by one like soldiers in an array.

Connor took the paintbrush and spun around in a circle, posing in a shameful pose, "Here she comes! She's here!"

Connor is on top.

Angel Soul, get ready...

Character setting, injection completed...

Gryffindor's sword skills are also stuffed in...

soul, knowledge, body...

When the brush falls, it is destined that a miracle will be born at this moment...

Shawl's golden hair, jewel-like emerald green eyes...

Under the bright silver armor, there is a skirt with a blue background and white border...

Petite body, shadowless long sword...

And...the iconic daft!

The king of knights...my lord.

Close up!

A bright blue light flashed.

A girl knight in armor stood in front of Connor, her emerald eyes stared at Connor quietly, and a familiar voice rang in her ears

"Servant Saber came here according to the call, I ask you..."

"Are you my aster?"

Connor at this time...

Connor knelt down on one knee, holding a bright red rose in his hand... "Yes! That's right! It's me!!"

"O beautiful knight king! Can you tell me your name? This is the request of my life!"

"?"

The girl knight king tilted her head, and looked at the strange boy in front of her in puzzlement, and the hair on her head was also shaking. Although she didn't know what the master was doing, the procedure still had to go

"Since you are my aster, my sword will be with you from now on, and your fate will be with me. Here, the contract is completed... Wait, wait, what are you doing??"

Connor moved to the front of the King of Knights regardless of his image, clutching her gauntlet tightly, his eyes full of enthusiasm, "Name! Name! Tell me your name! Quick! Quick!"

"??" The girl knight's dumbfounded hair was already a little bit overwhelmed. "Can you let go first... Okay, okay, my name is Artoria Pendragon!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'!" Connor let go. He ran to the window, facing the wind and rain, and let out a groundhog scream, "My life! I have died without regrets!!!"