Connor's Hogwarts

On the night of July 30th, it was stormy and stormy.

A flash of lightning illuminated a tall tower standing deep in the jungle.

The wind howled, and the heavy rain kept beating on the tower. The tower washed by the rain seemed to shine with silver light.

If any traveler sees this scene, he will definitely think that he has seen the devil's castle.

It's a pity that no normal person would travel in such thunderstorm weather. If you see someone riding a motorcycle flying in the sky at night, then I can responsibly tell you that he must not be a normal person.

"Hahahahahaha! Finally...finally! Everything is ready!"

In the "Devil King's Castle", someone's ghostly laughter rang out.

The big devil Connor is laughing wildly. He is very happy now.

"Conan, tell me the time."

"It is now July 30, 1991, 21:46:58 London time." Conan's voice was as unmotivated as ever.

"Ah ha? I didn't expect that I have been in seclusion for almost a month." Connor scratched his messy hair that had not been taken care of for a long time and said a little surprised.

This was Connor's first "seclusion practice", and he never expected that in order to master a magic, he would actually have to practice in seclusion.

For nearly a month, Connor has been hiding in his "castle" to practice magic - "the finishing touch".

In order to truly "master" this magic, he practiced almost every day and night, just to stop his hands from shaking when using this magic to hold a pen.

It was unimaginable for Connor to do something so that he would forget all sleep and food, but for the faith in his heart, he really did it.

On Connor's left hand side, there is a stack of drawing paper half a person's height. These are the kilograms of paper that Connor has consumed during this period...

There were all kinds of messy things drawn on the drawing paper, such as fruits, tables, chairs, swords...mostly still lifes and dead objects. Connor would draw whatever came to his mind.

Because it was just for training in using magic, Connor did not draw characters or monster cards.

Now, Connor can finally ensure that he will not make mistakes when using this magic, and his understanding of the magic of the finishing touch is clearer.

Connor picked up a drawing on the side. It was a sword, a Gryffindor sword stuck in wood.

Connor turned the paper over in his hand, and then a section of the sword hilt "fell" out of the drawing paper. The drawing paper was dented in the middle, and the sword hilt was still slowly protruding out.

Then Connor grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and pulled it out hard, and a "Gryffindor Sword" that could be real and fake appeared in Connor's hand.

Connor pulled the sword out of the drawing paper!

Connor waved the sword. Not only did he feel the hilt when he held it, but the weight of the sword in his hand was also the same as a real sword.

He raised the sword and lowered it, and the corner of the table was split open with the sword, which was equally sharp.

But the next second, the sword in his hand also shattered and turned into a point of light and disappeared.

Connor picked up the drawing paper again, and the sword appeared in the drawing paper again.

This is the magic called the finishing touch, which uses magic to manifest paintings. Connor has understood its secret. This is not only a painting magic, but also the most advanced form of transformation - magic transformation.

Yes, the essence of this magic is the ultimate transformation magic that Connor always thought the wizard could not master!

We mentioned the difference between magic shaping and magic transformation before. The idea of ​​these two magics is to "transform" "magic" as a substance. (In the chapter of Connor's duel teaching)

But because wizards' understanding of "magic" has its limits, Connor has never seen anyone who can use real magic transformation. Gryffindor seems to know it, because it is explained in the mark he left. , but of course things that Connor has not seen with his own eyes cannot be counted.

But Connor didn't expect that the wizards in the Far East had refined this magic transformation technique into magic patterns!

The art of magical transformation! The finishing touch!

The magic transformation technique that ordinary people cannot use just by imagination is actually realized in the form of magic paintings!

Just like this Sword of Gryffindor (painting).

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

All this is achieved through magic transformation, and after consuming the magic power (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 taken out and played with, and as long as the input of magic power is maintained during play, it can continue to be played.

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

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

Of course, this magic also has limits.

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

Magic transformation is not omnipotent.

Secondly, this magic is also limited by the painter himself. This principle is the same as that of magic painting. The finishing touch is still a painting magic after all, and the painter himself determines the upper limit of the painting.

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

For example, the little fairy painted by Connor really doesn't know how to have sex. Okay, the example is over.

The last point, of course, is...this magic is really difficult. Most people will definitely not be able to learn it. Connor can't use this magic easily now.

Although Connor hasn't mastered this magic perfectly yet... he can't wait.

"I can't wait, Conan."

Connor's face was 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 time, sleep, and food, worked hard, worked hard, worked hard, worked hard, and spent all my energy just for today! (cross out)

The dream I once had is now here!

There were three things placed on the table in front of Connor, a piece of drawing paper, a stamp, and a bottle of potion.

The gold paper the size of A2 paper, equivalent to the wealth that could buy half of Diagon Alley (not counting half of Gringotts), was lying on Connor's desk.

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

There is no way, this thing is too expensive, and Connor feels a little pain in his body, so he should use it sparingly, use it sparingly... Anyway, what goes in and out of the frame is deformed magic and not a real person.

Connor looked at the stamp containing the remnant soul of the angel again...

...Connor still feels a little sore. Why didn't he make this paper into A4? A5 is fine too... I can't change it now.

Finally...a magical potion, the Elixir of Fortune.

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

To the extent that "you can dodge all the curses shot at you just by using your subconscious mind".

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

Connor now needs the power of this potion.

Because he wants to do something big! No room for error!

Connor raised his head and drank a small sip of the Elixir of Fortune (it is useless if you drink too much). The next moment, a huge wave seemed to explode in his mind.

Countless strange thoughts were strung together in my mind, countless new and interesting ideas popped up one after another, and countless problems that I had been thinking about but couldn't solve were all figured out at once!

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

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

Connor held the paintbrush and spun around in a circle, making a shameful gesture: "Here it comes! She's here!"

Connor, he's on top.

Angel Soul, ready...

Character setting, injection completed...

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

Soul, knowledge, body…

When the brush falls, a miracle is destined to be born at this moment...

The blond hair that is shawl, the emerald green eyes like gems...

Under the bright silver armor is a skirt with a blue background and white edges...

Petite body, shadowless sword...

And...the iconic silly hair!

King of Knights...my lord.

Put away the pen!

There was a flash of bright blue light.

The girl knight in armor stood in front of Connor with her sword stationed. Her emerald-like eyes stared at Connor quietly, and a familiar voice sounded in her ears:

"Servant Saber came in compliance with the summons. Let me ask you..."

"Are you my Master?"

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!!"

"Beautiful King of Knights! Can you tell me your name? This is my lifelong request!"

"?"

The Girl Knight King tilted her head and looked at the strangely behaving young man in front of her in puzzlement. The hair on her head also shook. Although she didn't understand what this master was doing, she still had to follow the procedure:

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

Connor moved in front of the King of Knights without any regard for the image, clutching her gauntlet tightly, his eyes full of enthusiasm: "Name! Name! Tell me your name! Hurry! Hurry!"

"??" The girl knight's stupid hair was already a bit hard to turn around: "Can you let go first...Okay, okay, my name is Artoria Pendragon!"

"Ahhhhh!" Connor really let go. He ran to the window, facing the wind and rain, and screamed like a groundhog: "I have died without regrets in my life!!!"

"???"

The new King of Knights was completely unable to understand what was happening in front of her, and her "memory" could not tell her how to deal with the situation in front of her.

"Master, I am here for the Holy Grail..."

"Holy Grail? What Holy Grail? Don't worry about this, Saber-chan, from today on, you are my head maid! Come on, come on, I have prepared a lot of beautiful clothes for you!"

"???????"

The dumbfounded King Daimao still doesn’t know that she still has many, many things to learn...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.