Connor's Hogwarts

Old Devine didn't have long to spare, as Connor appeared again in Lake Manor a week later.

"That's right, kid, let me see with a spell." Old Devin was very pleased that he was able to master the silent casting of the Iron Armor Curse in a week, even a few days faster than he expected. Sure enough, my grandson is a little genius.

"Okay, Grandpa."

Then Old Devin saw his grandson stretch out his little hand and cast an iron armor spell beautifully, perfect! As expected. Wait? Stretch out your little hand? ! Casting spells without a wand? ? !

Old Devin almost dropped his cane in fright, and said a little confused: "Connor. How did you learn to cast spells without a staff?"

"Eh? Didn't you ask me to learn how to cast spells without a wand before coming here?" Connor said innocently.

You must have heard wrong! If you don’t believe me, go back and read Chapter 6! "." Lao Diwen was silent. Unexpectedly, he still underestimated his grandson, so he could only bite the bullet and continue: "Then do you find it difficult to control your magic output when casting spells without a wand?"

Connor nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, if it weren't for the little tricks you taught me about using magic power, grandpa, I wouldn't be able to cast spells without a wand in two or three days."

Do you still spend relatively little time casting spells without a wand? ! "Really, you are very smart, Connor. Very smart." Old Devin took a deep breath and said, "I have a little gift that will be very helpful to you."

Grandfather took out his pocket for a while, took out a palm-sized silver ball, and handed it to Connor with a complicated expression: "I originally wanted to give you this as a seventh birthday gift, but it seems I have to think about it again. I’ll think about what I’ll give you when the time comes.”

Connor took the ball and dropped it very lightly. It didn't look like it was made of metal. The ball was hollow. There was a circular section inside the ball, and on it were circles of winding "tubes". The outer layer was wrapped The pattern is also very beautiful, "What is this? Grandpa."

"This kind of thing is called a magic pattern ball. The main material for making it is mithril. It is rare now." Grandfather said with emotion: "Do you know what the characteristics of mithril are? Connor"

Connor shook his head, this touched upon the blind spot of his knowledge.

"Mythril has a strong affinity for magic and is the best material for making magic props. It is rare now. Those greedy goblins are just a group of hopeless misers!" Grandfather criticized angrily. The goblin then continued: "This kind of magic ball was used by wizards in the past to practice silent and wandless spellcasting."

"Look at the section inside this ball. It's a complete magic pattern." Old Devin took the ball, pointed to a small hole on the lower end and said, "This is the magic input port. When you input magic power, you will The part where the magic touches lights up, like this."

Connor saw the tube at the bottom of the small ball emit a red light, and then like filling water into a plastic water pipe, the red light slowly advanced along the tube.

"Because mithril is sensitive to magic power, when the magic power you input changes, it will turn into different colors." As soon as Old Devin finished speaking, the bottom of the red light suddenly turned green, and then changed into different colors. After the demonstration, my grandfather handed the ball to Connor.

"I gave it to you. Use this for practice in the future."

"Okay, thank you." Connor happily took the ball and played with it for a while before asking, "Grandpa, what kind of magic is in this ball?"

Old Devin touched his messy beard and said with a smile: "This is our family's painting magic pattern, but it is the simplest part. The picture in the chocolate frog was mainly painted with this magic. This is also We draw the only flat magic pattern among the magic patterns. Its function is to give the painting the ability to 'act'."

"In other words, if I master this magic, can I draw movable paintings?" Connor was a little excited.

"Theoretically, yes. But it's more than that." Old Devin paused. "Another characteristic of the chocolate frog drawing cards is that the 'people' in the drawings share several drawing cards. They will often run from one card to another, which involves another engraved on the drawing card. The magic on it is also a simple magic pattern. After you have learned the current magic, I will teach you again."

"Of course, if you don't want your painting to 'run away', you can completely rely on this magic to draw. The method is to let your magic draw Act magic patterns, and then pass through your brush and fall on the paper." Lao Di Wen said with a smile: "You can draw some small animals at the beginning, such as rabbits and so on."

"That's it!" Connor nodded seriously: "I completely understand." When he thought that he could master the method of drawing "animation", Connor was full of motivation.

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In the days that followed, Connor was immersed in the ocean of magic. He hugged the magic ball every day and was inseparable. He was like a demon. He even stopped fighting his younger brother and even scared Flora and her grandfather into a small quarrel. , it was not until Connor was forced to sign the humiliating contract that he could only play ball for 4 hours a day that Flora breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, children still need to play more in childhood to grow up healthily. Flora feels that Muggle books still make sense.

In this way, it was not until two months later that Connor succeeded in drawing a Pikachu on paper using only this magic.

Controlling the brush, he painted Pikachu's eyes. The electric mouse in the painting suddenly came to life and ran around in the painting. Connor nodded with satisfaction. After working hard for so long, he finally succeeded.

The Act magic pattern is not at the same level of difficulty as the previous Iron Armor Curse. After all, when you use the Iron Armor Curse, when you recite the spell, it is like hanging on your body, and you can cast it perfectly without using your brain.

Painting magic patterns is different. There is actually no magic spell for painting magic patterns, or there is currently no magic spell. How to use the magic power and how much magic power to use depends entirely on your own imagination.

Connor finally understood why his grandfather was so pleased with him. After all, it was impossible for ordinary children to do this, and little wizards who were accustomed to using magic spells when they grew up did not have much patience to learn this kind of magic without a "template". Spells.

In fact, the most difficult thing is to maintain the magic model while painting. After all, if the model falls apart accidentally, you have to do it all over again. It takes several minutes to carefully draw the magic pattern with magic power. On the one hand, he had to try his best to maintain the model and prevent it from falling apart. On the other hand, he also had to think about how to draw it. Connor said that he was too southern.

But hard work paid off, and Connor succeeded in drawing this electric mouse.

"Connor, what is this?" At this time, Ivan approached and asked.

Ivan hasn't been happy at all recently. Since his brother started learning to draw, he doesn't play with him very much, and he doesn't spank Ivan anymore. He just holds his notebook or plays with his ball every day. If he disturbed him while painting, he would glare at Yiwen coldly. The brother who used to like him was gone! It must be the white-bearded grandfather who cast a curse on my brother! Ivan hates his grandfather!

Poor, weak, helpless, and unable to eat, Ivan felt that only when Connor finished painting, the familiar brother would come back, so Ivan would talk to him every time Connor finished painting.

"This is an electric mouse!" Connor said happily in a good mood.

"Thunder rat?" Seeing Connor smiling, Ivan was also very happy. One Hundred Thousand Whys asked the same question: "Is it a thunder rat? Or does it release thunder magic? Why have I never seen this magical animal? ?”

"This is not a magical beast, I drew it."

"How do you know the name of the lightning mouse you drew is called Thunder Mouse." Ivan's little mind obviously didn't know what Connor was talking about.

"I mean, I created this. Now it's not called Thunder Mouse, it's called Pikachu." Connor didn't know what Ivan was talking about, so he answered perfunctorily. As soon as he finished speaking, Pikachu in the painting faded into the background. A hundred thousand volts were fired at the Scarecrow, and the Scarecrow's comic bones appeared after being electrocuted.

Seeing this scene, Connor laughed happily. These were the pictures he had imagined when he was just painting, and they were all shown in the painting. The magic of painting is really fun.

"Wow, it really releases thunder and lightning! Connor!" Ivan was very excited. "Connor, Connor! Can you give it to me? I like this Pikachu."

Looking at his star-eyed brother, Connor was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth raised crazily and he said, "Of course! Ivan, it's yours now, and I think you will have more Pikachus in the future."

"Evan, I have a bold idea."