Chapter 487 It Turns Out that You Are Always in the Second Dimension.

"Connor, do you want to go to the competition hall with us? Lockhart's Duel Club is opening today, let's join in the fun together?" Roger stood at the door of Connor's dormitory and extended an invitation.

It's a bit cold outside today. Connor is changing clothes, but he doesn't want to go out with Roger: "No, I have something else to do. I have to go out to school. You have fun."

"What? Going on a date?"

"No, some personal matters, I have to go out by myself."

Roger shrugged: "Well, I wish you all the best."

Although Connor is very confident in painting magic, and it is not too much to call him a "grandmaster" at his current level, he does not dare to say that he is the most familiar with painting magic. When he encounters a problem that he cannot solve, He still has seniors he can ask for advice.

Of course, this senior does not refer to Old Devin, but to the ancestral antique of the Lake family, the ancestor of Monet.

Taking advantage of the weekend, Connor decided to go to Lake Manor to ask his ancestors how to solve Professor Victor's problem. Of course, he would not take others with him for such a thing.

"Are you going to leave? Let's go down together." Connor put on a shirt, robe and scarf. He also wore ordinary school uniforms with a British trendy look.

"let's go."

The two walked out of the dormitory side by side. On the way, they saw students walking together towards the competition hall. It seemed that Professor Lockhart's propaganda was well done.

"I think this duel club will eventually become a personal show within our brotherhood." Roger said with a smile: "After all, we have always trained dueling skills, and we have also fought with giant spiders. This It’s a good opportunity to show off.”

"Maybe, you should give your juniors a good lesson." Connor nodded in agreement. Speaking of giant spiders, the spiders in the castle haven't run out much recently, and nothing happened after the snake disaster that day. The strange thing is that it seems that the basilisk has not been released. I really don’t know what the person behind the scenes is thinking. This passive feeling is really annoying.

The two chatted and quickly reached the gate of the castle and then parted ways.

Connor was walking on the road to Hogsmeade. There were far fewer young wizards out to play today. Most of the people walking on the road were adult wizards. Now more and more wizards are coming here to make a fortune, and wizards There are also more and more types of consumer goods.

Perhaps influenced by Connor's continuous innovation in recent years, many wizards have also developed small inventions. Nowadays, there are even more vendors specializing in selling magical props with unknown meanings.

"[Super Hair Remover] Buy one, get one free! Buy one, get one free! One-click shaving, one-click hair removal, hair troubles are gone! All you need is a Silver Siko!"

"Don't miss it when you're passing by! This is a [clairvoyant eye] that can see through card packages! I personally tested it and it works! It's innocent! It's powerful! You can't buy it at a loss!"

"Friend! I see that your hairline is a little tight. Why don't you try this [wig simulation cap]? You can change your hairstyle at will! You can't even see it with the most advanced manifestation technique! It's much easier to use than those outrageous hair growth potions. La! Eh? Don’t run!”

"." Connor didn't know what to say. I hope they can sell well, but the magic props sold by these vendors generally have no quality guarantee.

Connor did not wander elsewhere and went straight back to Lake Manor. Now, except for the house elf Bass, there was no one else in the manor. His grandfather now traveled around various countries every day. He was very busy and had no time. Staying at the manor, Connor sent away Bass, who looked unhappy, and prepared to go directly to the painting to find someone.

Speaking of which, the only ones who have a problem with Connor's housekeeping golems are the house elves, because they feel that these golems have taken away their jobs. Of course, their opinions are meaningless, after all, they have no doubts in the first place. The "rights" of wizards.

"Hey, boy Connor, what brought you here?" the Monet ancestor hanging on the wall said to Connor teasingly.

"Mr. Mona, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much. I came to visit you." Connor said with a playful smile.

"Haha, you are the only one with such a sweet mouth. It seems that you have something to talk to me about? Come in and talk." Monet shook his head and smiled. Connor used the ancestral spell and stepped into the painting world of his ancestors.

"I heard that the magic paintings in Hogwarts were bitten by a bunch of snakes? Recently, they have been complaining that more and more people are visiting." The "they" Monet mentioned were naturally other paintings in the manor.

"Yes, we haven't found the culprit yet. This is a serious matter. Hey, the professors also gave him a hard job of repairing the painting. If I hadn't been smart, I might not have seen you today."

"Haha, what a bunch of losers, they can't even catch a hidden mouse. The teachers at Hogwarts are really inferior to each other!" After hearing the complaints of the descendants he valued, Monet was eager to protect his calf, and he started to complain.

"Ah, I can't blame the professors. After all, the mastermind directly put the pot in my face. It's not incomprehensible to be suspected." Of course Connor knew that the professors threw those drudgery tasks to him not because they couldn't find them. When people came to retouch the painting, they were just trying to find something for Connor to do, and perhaps also to test the reaction of the people behind the scenes.

"Okay, let's not talk about them, why did you come here this time? Are you planning to learn my magic of creating and painting the world?" Monet was sitting on a chair, pouring tea by himself from the teacup on the table.

"Of course not. But do you think I can learn your painting magic now?" Speaking of this, Connor's eyes lit up. He wanted to learn the ancestor's magic for more than a day or two. He could always be taught by him. I just refused due to lack of ability.

"Can you see through the space magic at King's Cross Station?" This was the prerequisite for Connor's learning that his grandfather, Old Devin, had set for Connor. Monet remembered it clearly.

"Ah, I don't know because I haven't tried it recently, but I have long been proficient in apparation, and I have also received a lot of inspiration from the disappearing cabinet that I have recently studied. I think my space magic ability should be barely adequate, right?" Connor said hesitantly.

Ancestor Monet shook his head and said with a smile: "You'd better practice more. This magic really can't be learned in a short time. But Ting Diwen said that you tinkered with the magic stone with infinite magic power? What if it's true? If there is such a thing, maybe you can create a larger painting world after learning my magic."

"Okay, okay, let's talk about this later." Connor brought the topic back on track: "I'm here to ask you a question, Mr. Monet."

"Just tell me."

"Well, can you use divination in the painting?"

"Divination? Of course you can, but it's useless." Monet spread his hands: "I told you before that in this painting, I am omnipotent, but this kind of omnipotence is also Just in this painting, I can't affect the outside world. Even if I use divination, I can only predict what happens in the painting. Why do you ask?"

"Emmm, this is a bit complicated to explain. Let me tell you from the beginning. Recently, I was studying with a professor at school how to use drawing magic to build it." Connor followed him from beginning to end about wanting to build a magic computer. Monet said it again.

"Professor Victor's experiment proved that information can be interacted with the world through magic paintings. However, when the information was transmitted, it was impossible to analyze the content of the information. This experiment is now stuck at this step, so I think Ask Monet what he thinks about this."

Ancestor Monet lost his composure when Connor was halfway through speaking. He stood up and paced back and forth in the small room. When Connor finished speaking, he suddenly pressed Connor's shoulders and said:

"Connor! Your idea is great! Very good! Your idea is actually to simplify the process of divination by drawing magic! And because of your Far Eastern magic, the magic paintings created with the magic pen can affect reality. , make this idea possible! Use painting magic as a medium to materialize the information about the interaction between the wizard and the world! Wonderful! Wonderful! This is a magic that is not much worse than my [Drawing the World] magic. The idea is also realized through magic painting! Connor, you are truly the destiny of our Lake family, and our painting magic is destined to flourish in your hands!"

"." Stop praising, stop praising, I will blush if you praise me any more. Connor took a sip of tea with a little embarrassment: "So, Mr. Monet, do you have any solution to this problem?"

Monet smiled and laughed heartily: "Connor, actually your question is not a problem at all."

"Oh? So what do you mean?"

"It's actually not difficult to explain your question," Patriarch Monet said with a smile behind his hands: "The relationship between the wizard, the magic painting and the world is actually very simple. First of all, the wizard can be regarded as the world. The magic painting is the product of the wizard. The world can understand the wizard's intention because the wizard is the child of the world. But the world knows nothing about the magic painting of the wizard's child. Of course it will be very difficult to understand each other. It’s difficult, and even communication can create barriers.”

"That's the truth, but how to solve this problem?" Connor asked confused.

"Why are you so out of your mind right now?" Patriarch Monet shook his head and smiled: "Aren't the parents who know their children best? Connor, can you try to use divination now?"

"Eh?" Connor realized it later, counted it with his fingers, and then he realized it!

It actually works! So that’s it!

If we compare the world itself to the "three-dimensional" and the magic painting to the "second-dimensional", then, as we all know, there is no way for the three-dimensional and the second-dimensional to understand each other. They are not people of the same world. So, the question is Well, what kind of person can understand the second dimension? The answer is of course the two-spined salamander!

"Yes, only magic paintings with souls can use magic. Haven't I already understood this truth?!" Connor fisted his hands and suddenly realized: "Then as long as the magic paintings have souls, they can be used in the painting world. Divination! Everything is connected. It turns out that I have found all the puzzle pieces!"

Connor looked at the smiling Ancestor Monet with excitement in his eyes. I was really in the dark under the lamp and wasted half my life (x). Only in the end did I realize that you are always in the second dimension!