Connor's Hogwarts

"Well...let me introduce you. This is Artoria Pendragon, my wife..."

"Um?"

"Ahem, just kidding, just kidding. This is a character I drew based on King Arthur. She is a painting with a soul. She will be a new member of our family from now on~ She is a veritable swordsman, everyone. You can call her saber..."

In the cabin in the woods, Connor was introducing his new work to his family. The expressions of his grandfather, Flora and Ivan in front of him were very unified.

"painting?!"

"Wife!?"

"King Arthur?!?"

Although their focus was different, they all expressed great surprise.

Saber, who was wearing a Japanese sailor uniform, sighed. She walked forward and bowed slightly: "Hello, I am Artoria Pendragon. I am the heroic spirit of painting who signed a contract with the master. Please give me your advice. .”

"." Why is this kid so weird (zhong) and weird (er)? Is he being led astray by Connor? Grandpa and Flora thought this way, but Ivan couldn't help but ask:

"Connor, you just said she was King Arthur? Are you kidding? How could King Arthur be a woman?"

Connor shrugged and said: "This is just my drawing of King Arthur. Ivan, I have been telling you since you were a child. Keep your imagination strong. Nothing is impossible in this world."

Grandfather did not pay attention to these details. He asked with an exclamation tone: "Connor, did your Far Eastern magic succeed?"

Connor nodded: "Yes, it worked. These are my achievements. Take a look."

Then Connor took out some drawing papers from his pocket and handed them to several people.

"It's incredible, such a wonderful magic." My grandfather looked at the lifelike sword in his hand and exclaimed in admiration: "This magic is much more exquisite than your half-finished magic."

"Connor. Can this be eaten?" Ivan looked at the beautiful cake in his hand, looking like he wanted to eat it but didn't dare to.

"Okay, don't worry, eat it, it tastes very good." Connor smiled.

Flora. Flora's focus was obviously not on Connor's magic painting. She kept staring at Saber, as if trying to spot a flower.

Artoria felt very uncomfortable and took a slight step back under this extremely oppressive gaze. Then Flora shifted her gaze, looked at Connor meaningfully, and changed the subject: " Connor, have you been studying this magic this month?"

"Well, yes, because it was at a critical time and I couldn't be distracted too much, so I locked myself up. Nothing major happened this month."

Connor lived in isolation for a month. Even though he was used to staying at home, he still found it a bit unbearable. When will the magic world have the Internet?

"Oh no, by the way, someone tried to rob Gringotts a few days ago!" Ivan said suddenly with a cake in his mouth.

"oh?"

"But it seems that the thief didn't succeed. This matter was reported in the Daily Prophet. The day you asked Coco to buy magic materials, I happened to go to Diagon Alley, and that day I also met the legendary Harry .Potter!" Ivan said excitedly as if he was taking credit.

"Have you met Harry Potter?" Connor asked in surprise. Only then did he realize that the plot was about to begin, but it seems that his little butterfly has not affected Voldemort's actions yet? Everything seems to be going according to the original script

"Yeah, he's a little boy with glasses. He doesn't look like anything special, but I didn't see the scar on his forehead." Ivan continued talking.

"Oh, that's right," Connor said thoughtfully.

"Connor, this magic of yours probably can't be mass-produced in a factory." After observing the sword, my grandfather stuffed it back into the painting and said:

"This magic is too complicated. The machines in the factory have almost reached their limit when producing your semi-finished magic products. I'm afraid your magic cannot be copied."

"Ah, that's it. It's within my expectation. I didn't plan to mass-produce this kind of magic painting." Connor nodded and said, "But even if it can't be done now, it will be possible in the future." Yes, I think it’s not very difficult.”

"Maybe, but I don't recommend you to spread this magic now. This is a magic with infinite possibilities. Not many wizards can resist the desire to study it." Grandfather closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said with a bitter smile:

"But... even I am not confident that I can use this magic. Connor, your attainments in painting magic have surpassed mine. It is really amazing."

Evan's eyes widened: "Is Connor already so powerful!?"

"I'm just better at controlling magic. Learning this magic doesn't mean anything." Connor waved his hands and smiled modestly. In fact, he felt happy in his heart. He was very proud of being able to learn this magic.

"Okay, let's put the magic painting thing aside for now, Connor."

Flora couldn't hold it back in the end. She walked over, seemingly gently, but actually grabbed Artoria's hand hard. Feeling the touch of her arm and her body temperature, which was the same as that of ordinary people, Flora smiled. He said:

".I think this cute child is your most amazing work, Connor."

Arturia tried to withdraw her hand, but found it useless, and then gave up: ".I am not a child, I am already over thirty years old."

"Ahem, Saber is actually a unique [person] created based on the story of King Arthur in my imagination. However, due to too many defects in memory, she is still a new soul now."

"Master?"

"As a special magic painting, she still has a lot to learn and improve. Just treat her like a little girl." Connor said as he tried his best to avoid Artoria's angry gaze. To be honest, this idiot only has basic knowledge. As for his experience as a human being, he has absolutely zero experience.

Although Artoria is basically following Connor's settings now, she will slowly learn to become more and more like a real [person] because she has a soul.

"Connor, the soul is a very mysterious field. I still don't recommend that you get involved too deeply now."

Grandfather glanced at Saber. He knew from the beginning that this was a magic painting created by Connor using the soul of that angel. He originally wanted Connor to use this soul for experimentation. But now it seems... with the soul It is indeed feasible to enter the painting.

"Well, I know. In fact, I almost messed up. But now it seems that everything is going smoothly."

"Connor, you are saying that this girl was created by you alone, right?" Flora looked at Connor. She understood the creation process of magic paintings, and she also knew that a painter cannot create something he does not understand. thing.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Then you can lend me this child for a while."

"Eh?" x2

"I think I can teach her some knowledge that you may not know." Flora's eyes rolled around, but she said seriously.

"Ah? Oh, you can do whatever you want." Connor was not worried about what Flora would do to Artoria.

"Master!?"

Then the dumbfounded Saber was dragged away by Flora.

"By the way, Connor, your room has been piled up with letters. You should go and deal with it quickly." Ivan changed a painting with ice cream and started eating it. He had already eaten the edible painting. All over again.

"Speaking of this, Connor, Principal Dumbledore has looked for you before. He couldn't contact you, so he wrote to me." Grandfather said.

"Huh? What does Principal Dumbledore want from me?"

"I'm not sure. I told him that you were studying magic, and he asked me to tell you and contact him when you're done."

"Oh, okay. I think I probably know what the principal wants me to do."

"That's right, Connor"

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Grandfather hesitated to speak, he hesitated, and then said: "Connor, you are... not young anymore, and our family is not a traditional family. You know, well, Flora and I will not interfere. Your emotional life, you know what I mean?”

"Huh??" Connor looked confused.

"Although... I have made a marriage agreement for you..." Grandfather muttered in a low voice, then he tilted his head and said in a strange tone: "Maybe... you should find a girlfriend, Connor. Indulging in illusory paintings can't help you." It’s not a good thing, you… don’t get too obsessed with it.”

"???"Grandpa, did you misunderstand something? I'm still a child!