The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

The elegant and melodious sound of the piano surrounds the entire hall like spring water. Well-dressed gentlemen and ladies gather together in twos and threes to chat. From time to time, they take a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, or take a piece of exquisite snacks from the luxurious long dining table.

, the format of this upper-class gathering seems to have not changed much since the emergence of the aristocracy, and the participants are very satisfied with this conventional style.

The hostess, Countess de Strohl, maintained a graceful yet polite smile and greeted the guests dutifully, even if it was just a few chats. Everyone who came to this party was in the same interest circle, so everyone looked up.

It is very necessary to maintain at least a semblance of harmony without bowing your head.

After chatting with another middle-aged lady who was also luxuriously dressed about the current fashion in Paris and despising the dressing style in London, the countess looked at a lady who was also dressed formally but was shorter than others.

There were many guests, and they were a half-year-old boy with noble jet-black hair and delicate facial features that could not hide his childishness.

"Mr. Erwin, are you representing the Frost family again this time?" This is the standard tone of a mature woman to a cute boy, with a little bit of the joyful smile of a cute little animal.

"Uncle Felwood has something to do. You know, he has been very busy." Erwin responded gracefully.

The so-called "busy" is actually a party in the manor with a group of friends and a dozen young girls. Felwood has to deal with at least four or five female creatures, and it is really difficult to get away.

"It's really worrying to have such an elder, isn't it?" the countess said very understandingly.

Erwin shrugged like an adult, expressing his helplessness.

After a few more pleasantries, the countess's attention was diverted. Erwin responded to the greetings from other people with a moderate expression, and then took a few steps back and retreated away from the crowd.

Although he was not tall, he looked at these upper-class people as if he were looking down from a high place.

These people think they are standing at the top of the country, enjoying the highest benefits, and think they are superior human elites, but in fact there is no essential difference from traffickers. Their so-called nobility is like jackdaws struggling to insert themselves.

Peacock feathers on the body.

He felt uncomfortable staying another second longer. Erwin turned around and strode out of the living room, "Joel."

Joel Anderson, who was so muscular that his suit bulged out, was standing at the door. It was no surprise that his young master only attended for five minutes, "Are you ready to leave, young master?"

Erwin nodded slightly.

This "high-class" party was organized by Stroll to create a charitable foundation, in the name of humanitarian aid to West Africa, but in reality it was just a transfer of wealth from left hand to right hand to avoid high-dollar payments.

Taxation, this method is so common that everyone tacitly understands it.

The reason why Erwin came was just because the Strolls had some friendship with his late parents. However, ten years had passed since the tragic air crash that killed the Frosts, so this friendship was basically gone.

All that remains is the etiquette of dealing with sex.

Joel quickly drove the car over, and Erwin got in. The soft leather seat cushions made his body relax a little. After closing his eyes for a while, he opened the hidden compartment on the side of the car seat and took out a small

silver revolver.

This weapon looks more like a handicraft, delicate and light, and the handle is engraved with light golden patterns. It is very suitable for women and children to use.

Feeling the cold touch from the gun barrel, Erwin felt a little anxious inside.

He is twelve years old this year, but he has thinking ability and psychological quality far beyond his age. His memory can even be traced back to before he was born in this world. In his cognition, he originally lived decades later, not

This was the early 1990s.

It seems that it is very common for souls to travel to the past. Predicting twenty years in advance seems to be a huge advantage. Even if he has never made preparations for this and knows nothing about Britain at that time, he can only

You can make astonishing wealth simply by buying shares in companies that will be known to everyone twenty years from now.

However, Erwin soon discovered that he could not find any of the companies that would be well-known twenty years later. Although the earth in his memory was similar to the earth he was living in, the details were not the same.

But it's completely different. For example, the name of the head of state who launched the world war decades ago was actually Mengsk...

Erwin really felt a little confused. Is he really a reborn soul? Or was this memory just a hysterical fantasy? But in any case, just having complete thinking ability from birth is enough to subvert

Modern brain medicine.

Of course, compared with other strange things about him, this is nothing...

Suddenly, Joel stepped on the brakes, and the car shuddered, as if it had hit something. Erwin, who was caught off guard, stabilized his body, looked forward, and saw a figure in tattered clothes, looking like a homeless man, huddled in front of the car.

.

A sudden traffic accident.

"Damn, why did he appear out of nowhere?" Joel cursed, he opened the car door and got out of the car, "Are you okay, man? My speed shouldn't be very fast..."

They had already left the city of London and were very close to the Frost family's manor. There were only two dim street lights nearby. Although it was his own territory, Erwin did not feel the slightest sense of security. He discovered in the shadows

He saw another figure and instinctively sensed the dangerous aura.

But Joel knew nothing and still walked towards the fallen guy, and Erwin didn't even have time to remind him.

"avada kedavra." A voice without emotion said a syllable mechanically.

A miserable green light flew past, and Joel's body froze, and then he fell to the ground like a log, making a dull sound, and his body and muscles failed to function at all.

Erwin's heart sank suddenly. Joel was most likely gone, but now was not the time to mourn for him. This seemed to be a premeditated attack, and the other party used something like a laser weapon. This was simply unbelievable, after all, now

But the 1990s.

Fortunately, he was not unarmed.

Erwin's muscles all over his body tensed up and he held his breath. He thought about how he would deal with a fatal threat. He leaned down, quietly opened the car door, and then quickly rolled out of the car, using the car body to hide himself.

Although this car has some bulletproof capabilities, it is nothing more than a paper coffin when faced with the opponent's laser weapons.

However, to Erwin's surprise, the attacker walked straight past the car and came to the homeless man who was knocked to the ground.

It seems that he is not the target? Erwin was slightly stunned.

With the dim street lights, he could vaguely see the side face of the other party. He was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He was wearing a weird robe that was incompatible with the twentieth century. There was nothing on his body that could emit lasers, except for

A...thin wooden stick in the hand?

"Ah, poor Dipper," the attacker stepped on the homeless man's face, "As a wizard, you can be injured by Muggle tools. Could it be that you have been hiding like a mouse all these years xz

Made you forget all the most basic Muggle avoidance spells?"

Dipper coughed violently, "I have no strength, do whatever you want, Marduk," he panted, too weak to get up, "With a loyal lackey like you, the Dark Lord should be able to do whatever he wants in hell."

I feel very relieved.”

"You should have died long ago. Even if eleven years have passed, your crimes will not be forgotten." Marduk's tone was extremely cold, and he stepped on Dipper's face with more force.

The short stick in his hand began to emit a miserable green light again. "You are a disgrace to pure blood."

"Pure blood?" Dipper sneered, "The Dark Lord's subordinates are all pure blood, but most of them are mediocre, and there are also amazing idiots. Only these crooked melons and cracked dates are left from the ancient bloodline.

Don’t you think it’s funny?”

He then let out another cry of pain. It was obvious that Marduk had given him a hard blow, and a clear sound of bone cracking could be heard.

The dangerous short stick was pointed at Dipper, evil green light shining at its tip, but Marduk suddenly stopped, turned around, and his hawk-like eyes instantly locked onto Erwin. This silent audience could

Not restless, he used the car door as a cover, assumed a not very standard cover shooting posture, and pointed the sight of the pistol at the former's head.

But the next moment, the car door with the built-in steel plate fell apart like a cracker. "A little brat," Marduk said softly. Although he was pointed at the gun, he did not look panicked at all.

Erwin's palms were sweaty, but he still maintained his aiming posture, but did not pull the trigger.

"The Muggle-shielding spell has no effect on this child. He is the same kind as us!" Dipper, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shouted, "There must be traces on him. If you kill him, you will be exposed to the tracking of the Ministry of Magic."

!”

Marduk paused, as if he was indeed hesitant, but his next action was to point the short stick in his hand towards Dipper again, "crucio", this time with a different syllable, and the latter immediately groaned in pain.

He stood up, as if undergoing some kind of torture, his thin body twisted like a worm, and after a while he became silent.

"Noisy idiot." A contemptuous snort.

Marduk's eyes never left Erwin. He seemed to hesitate a little. Dipper's words had an effect. At this time, the boy was still holding the bright silver pistol tightly, sweat dripping from his palms.

The dangerous short stick was raised again and aimed at Erwin's forehead, "You still refuse to put down this toy? Do you expect it to protect you?" Marduk's tone was as if he was a god, "Then let me

Let me teach you a first lesson as a Mudblood. It is impossible for Muggle weapons to harm wizards, oblivi——"

When there was a new strange syllable, it was obvious that nothing good would happen after he finished reciting it, so Erwin pressed the trigger without hesitation.

There was no loud noise caused by the explosion of gunpowder, but a short and sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The syllable stopped abruptly, and blood spurted out from the center of Marduk's forehead. There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes, but his life had been frozen here and there could be no other emotions.

His body swayed a few times, and then fell straight on his back.

At this moment, Erwin was like a drowning man resurfacing, finally able to breathe freely again. There was no doubt that this was the closest he had come to death in his life. Fortunately, although the other party had very powerful abilities, he did not escape.

The shackles of human beings themselves, the brain is still the key.

After a moment's hesitation, he immediately aimed the gun at Marduk's heart and right wrist. With two sharp roars, blood spattered again.

Even if something like the Lich King suddenly revived Marduk now, he would no longer pose any threat to Erwin.

The dangerous short stick was still in Marduk's hand. Erwin hesitated and did not touch it. He looked around and saw silence. After all, this was the private land of the Frost family, not to mention it was so late.

Basically no one will come again.

The scene needs to be dealt with. What happened here is obviously not suitable for informing the London Police Department. Erwin walked slowly to Joel. As expected, his bodyguard looked pale and lifeless, and his body was already cold.

May the God he believes in bless his soul.

Of course, Erwin couldn't lift Joel, who weighed a full 224 pounds, but he didn't need to use his underdeveloped muscles. Joel's body slowly floated into the air, as if there was an invisible body.

He was lifted up with his hands and placed on the driver's seat of the car.

Giving kinetic energy to objects out of thin air, in a certain sense, Erwin's ability is no worse than the green light that can take away a person's life.

Marduk was not treated like Joel, and his body was stuffed into the trunk very simply and roughly. Finally, there was the tramp-like Dipper. Alvin checked carefully. This guy was covered in scars, and his arms showed a

It was at a very unnatural angle, and it was obviously broken. Erwin kicked him and found that the other person was still breathing, but he had fainted and would not die for a while. What was interesting was that he was also holding a knife in his hand.

a short stick,

Considering that this guy did distract Marduk objectively and didn't seem to be a bad person, Erwin decided to let him live.

The homeless man's body slowly floated into the air and was put into the back seat of the car that had no door. There were still a few pieces of chocolate in the snack box. Erwin took one, tore open the package and took a big bite.

Those few shots just now consumed a lot of energy. It is not an easy task to give a bullet the speed to kill people.

While chewing chocolate, he walked towards the manor. Behind him, the car weighing several tons was slowly pushed by an invisible hand, following behind him like a beast of burden.