Connor's Hogwarts

"What...master, what did you think of again..."

"It's possible... I think it's possible. Saber, you haven't learned much about sword skills at all." Connor stretched out his hands and grabbed Artoria's shoulders tightly, his face flushed with excitement.

"Eh..." Artoria leaned back tactically. Being stared at by Connor with such piercing eyes, she was a little scared: "Yeah... right... swordsmanship is basically instinctive, and it doesn't require much practice. ..Speaking of which, I have never met a human being who knows swordsmanship...I want to practice it."

"Ha, yes, this is it." Connor jumped up excitedly: "Let me see my equipment...eh"

Connor just reached out to reach for his space pocket, but found that his hand couldn't fit in. He was stunned and immediately realized: "The space in the castle seems to be locked. Let's get out first..."

"Hey wait, slow down"

Arturia was dragged by Connor and ran out of the castle. The sun was about to set outside, and the sea of ​​clouds outside the empty island was so beautiful under the afterglow of the setting sun, but Connor's mind was obviously not on this beautiful scenery.

After walking out of the castle, the space pocket was indeed usable again. Connor excitedly started to take things out of his pocket...gold paper, paint, brushes, elixir...

"Master...you are...going to paint." Arturia saw that Connor's formation did not look like he was going to paint an ordinary magic painting, and she realized something: "Do you want to paint a painting? Then pour all the knowledge of Ravenclaw into it?"

"Yes, that's right." Connor nodded fiercely: "This is the fastest way to master this knowledge, isn't it? Since there is no helper, then I will create one. Magic painting is my real ability."

"But, Master... magic knowledge is not enough... Aren't the magic paintings you drew before unable to understand the magic knowledge you gave them?"

Of course Artoria knew that Connor had drawn many "failed" magic paintings before, and the only magic paintings with the ability to cast spells were her and Gandalf.

"Yes... that's true... but don't forget, I still have this..." Connor took out another card from his pocket... a card, Girl Knight Alice.

"This is..." Artoria was silent for a moment, and then said: "This is the card that seals the soul, right..."

"Yes."

"So Master, you plan to use it to draw a new magic painting and create another... painting like mine, right?"

"..." Connor looked at Artoria, her face was a bit complicated. This was the first time she admitted in front of Connor that she was a painting...

"Yes."

Artoria turned away: "Master, you told me before that you would never...play with souls..."

Connor was taken aback for a moment, then quickly waved his hand in denial:

"No, no, I don't plan to draw another paper man... I mean, I don't plan to draw another magic painting with both memory and soul like you..."

"Eh"

"I don't plan to give this painting any memory." Connor exhaled deeply: "Yes, I don't plan to give her any memory. I don't plan to arrange a character, background or any other setting for her. I don't even plan to... my idea is to only give her knowledge and common sense, other than that, she will be a blank slate, she is a brand new life saber, believe me, I won't Make the same mistake again”

Arturia looked at Connor, a little lost: "Ah, so that's it... I understand, and what I said... Master, you created me, I don't blame you... "

Arturia smiled: "Then do as you want, I will guard the master by the side."

Connor breathed a sigh of relief. He also showed a bright smile and nodded vigorously: "Well, now my inspiration can no longer be suppressed."

"Wait a minute...she Master, it turns out the girl you want to draw is a girl, right..."

"Ah this...hahaha...this...hahahaha..."

"Humph, don't teach her your dirty knowledge."

"That's the kind of person I am. I'm a gentleman, okay? I don't have any dirty knowledge."

"Ha..." Artoria tilted her head and muttered in a low voice: "A master who can fully understand the structure of the female body at the age of 14 is not qualified to say such things."

"" Connor was speechless for a moment. He frowned and tried to quibble: "I'm just... I'm just more knowledgeable than erudite and I'm not a child anymore."

"Oh." Arturia gave Connor a look of contempt, causing tons of damage to Connor.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Saber, please go back to school and call Gandalf over. I have to make some preparations here."

"If Gandalf calls Mr. Gandalf here to do some guarding work, I will be enough."

"No..." Connor pointed to the sky and said: "It's going to be dark today. There's not enough light outside. I need Gandalf to help with lighting. By the way, remember to ask Principal Dumbledore to replenish Gandalf's magic. Replenish it”

"...Oh." Did Mr. Gandalf's function turn out to be just a lightbulb? And what you said about mending magic sounds so weird.

Artoria twitched the corners of her mouth, and her body turned into smoke, disappearing into Connor's earrings.

When Artoria came back with Gandalf, she found Connor squatting in front of a pot cooking something.

"Master, why couldn't I come back just now..."

"Uh-huh, I just entered the castle, so you can't get through. I just came out... Hello, Gandalf, wait a minute while I play some music."

Connor shook his head and took out a music box from his pocket, the beautiful singing echoed around the castle.

Connor looked so high.

"Master...what's wrong with you? You look a little wrong."

"Oh, it's okay. I just took drugs. I drank the elixir, and now I feel... very good. Do you want a song? Saber, or I can sing it for you."

"No... no need, master, what are you doing?" Arturia asked, pointing to the hot pot in front of Connor.

"I was refining the magic potion. I took the materials and the crucible from the castle underground. I was lucky. I found them right away. I also know why there is a space restriction in the castle. Ravenclaw must be afraid. I evacuated her castle..."

Connor blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, he looks a bit over the top after taking drugs.

"What's the purpose of refining magic potion?"

Artoria tilted her head. The magic potion is a potion that can greatly increase magic power in a short period of time. However, as we all know, wizards' magic power is basically endless. This potion is of little use to them. Generally, it is only used by werewolves or vampires. Will use it often...

Artoria couldn't figure out why Connor was doing this...

"I don't know." Connor said bluntly and confidently: "But my intuition told me that I might need to use this, so I practiced."

"..." Okay, as long as you are happy.

Arturia and Gandalf stepped aside without disturbing Connor Pharmaceuticals.

Another half an hour passed, and the sky was completely dark, with the Gandalf brand lighting glowing and glowing nearby.

Connor is sitting on a small homemade stool. In front of him is a homemade easel. The drawing paper has been laid out. There are dyes and magic potions on a small table next to him. Everything... is ready.

"Gandalf, pay attention to the lighting, Saber, pay attention to wind and ghosts, and turn up the music louder. Are you ready? I'm about to start."

Connor's excited voice could be heard far away, while his three audience members were quietly waiting for his performance. There was also a female ghost.

Connor took a deep breath, and then he closed his eyes.

The first thing he has to do is to determine the image of his heroine.

This time, Connor wanted to create a character by himself, a brand-new character who he didn’t know what her personality was or what her past was, so as not to have too much subjective impact when painting.

Since you want to create a character yourself...of course you have to draw the image according to your own xp'w｀

Connor's breath suddenly became heavy.

Cough cough cough, calm down...calm down...think about it...what kind of girl do I like...emmm, that image, I like the blond tsundere, the lolita, the white-haired red-eyed girl, the long, straight black lady. There are also gentle and virtuous people q...

No, no, no, no, where did all my thoughts go? Calm down, calm down, I can’t draw colorful hair. Well, just choose the one you like the most...

Then it's white hair and red eyes... Ahem, there's nothing to hesitate about. As a Chongguo native, there's no shame in admitting this xp...

Oops, when I think about gray hair, all I can think about is... Tobiichi Origami, Illya Kasugano Sora, Coco Rointix, Mercury Lamp, Emilia Chiang Lihua, Sophie Sagiri Meiko...

′w｀Gan, if I can’t control how many I’ll send...

Connor stood up abruptly, startling a few people, and then sat down abruptly, turning into a contemplative state.

"..." x3

"Is it necessary to be so entangled in drawing a picture?" Helena whispered.

"Shut up." Artoria glared at Helena so hard that she shrank her head in fear. Helena felt that this strange girl was much scarier than Connor.

Connor started to write.

He couldn't think too much or too much detail, as that would be detrimental to the formation of a "pure" magic painting. After deciding on the general direction, he started to do it.

The first thing to draw is the background, and Connor decided to draw the sea of ​​flowers under the starry sky in front of him, which will be the place where "she" was born.

The background belongs to the space level, and it is not a "layer" with the characters. This is the difference between magic painting and ordinary oil painting, so you can paint the background first and then draw the characters.

Connor wrote freely in the BGM. With the buff bonus of the Elixir of Fortune, Connor felt that he was in better shape than ever before, and the high energy he inadvertently revealed added a different kind of charm to him.

In Artoria's eyes, Connor painting under the starry sky is also a picture scroll. It's a pity that she doesn't know how to draw, otherwise she would also want to paint this scene...

After the background is drawn, the next step is to create the characters, and this step must be done in one go.

Slowly, the image of a little girl emerged on the drawing paper. She was wearing a plain white dress, with long silky white hair, and a face as delicate as a doll. She closed her eyes tightly and held her hands on her chest. In front of her, she seemed to be praying for something. She stood barefoot among the sea of ​​flowers, like a white-haired elf under the starry sky.

Then, comes the most important step, the finishing touch, giving the painting a "soul"

Connor picked up the card that stored the soul, flicked the brush lightly, and the light blue soul wrapped around the tip of the pen, stopped the brush on the drawing paper, and Connor began to build the spell model.

At this moment, Connor was suddenly blessed. He grabbed the magic potion next to him and poured it down. Feeling the restlessness of the magic power in his body, Connor tightened his grip on the paintbrush in his hand.

Now, he wants to instill the soul of the drawing card, basic common sense, and the knowledge in the imprint of his left hand into the drawing paper at the same time.

The brush came down, and the magic power in Connor's body began to consume crazily. This was an experience he had never had when painting Artoria.

Is it because the knowledge that was poured into it at the beginning was too little, or... because the knowledge left behind by Ravenclaw was too vast?

Connor didn't know, but he felt that his body was about to be hollowed out. Fortunately, he had taken the magic potion, otherwise, with his indifferent temperament, he wouldn't be able to squeeze out much magic power temporarily, and it would be difficult to complete the ceremony.

But now, he has a plan in mind.

Complete the collection

The silvery-white light flashed away, and an elf-like girl with white hair and white dress appeared in front of Connor.

Then, she raised her head slightly and opened her eyes. The bright red pupils in her crystal eyes gave people a coquettish charm, whether they were pure lotuses or tempting roses with thorns.

No, none of them. Connor showed a happy smile as if he was reunited with an old friend. It turns out that she... is my angel.

It's...perfect work.

"I think... I know your name, my little angel, Angel."

The girl stared at Connor for a long time, then she opened her mouth lightly, her voice was as gentle and clear as a girl's, and she said:

"Hello, Dad."

Connor: ""