The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

As soon as Erwin entered Filch's office, he sniffed.

Fred and George said that Filch had a morbid relationship with his cat. The two brothers were regular visitors to the caretaker's office and always asked about the smell of frying fish every time they came there.

But now, poor Mrs. Norris is as hard as a rock, so Filch naturally doesn't need to prepare cat food thoughtfully.

It is definitely difficult to successfully negotiate with Filch directly as a student, because students are equivalent to faculty and staff in a weak position. With Filch's character, he may not even be willing to listen to Erwin's words.

That's why Erwin asked Lockhart to come forward. In his name as a professor, he could at least communicate normally with Filch.

Unexpectedly, Lockhart actually persuaded Filch directly. Erwin thought he had to waste some words, but now he didn't have to.

Although it is in the name of Dumbledore, I have to say that within the scope of Hogwarts, the headmaster's big flag is really useful.

However, instigating the house elves in the kitchen to capture Dobby, and letting the administrator Filch drink the blood spreading potion, are essentially things that can benefit Hogwarts itself. Strictly speaking, they are not out of bounds.

Filch was a little restless. He actually didn't quite believe how capable the half-year-old boy in front of him was. This boy named Erwin was only in the second grade. How much time did he have to develop a reliable machine?

Potion?

"Is this really done under the guidance of Professor Dumbledore?" He looked at the bottle of dark red liquid in Erwin's hand.

"Don't worry." Lockhart answered directly.

"Then I...drink it directly?" Filch's eyebrows almost knitted together.

"It's best not to." Erwin said: "You will feel severe pain after drinking it, so we will first let you inhale the anesthetic datura powder, and then use a coma spell on you, so that you can survive it."

It is said that only by enduring severe pain can one successfully transform, but this is a very unfounded statement. Pain is pain, and it does not make people stronger. On the contrary, severe pain may cause serious physical and psychological problems, so

It should be avoided if possible.

When Nico Flamel performed the blood grafting operation on Erwin, he first temporarily separated his soul from his body to avoid pain.

Filch's mouth twitched, "As long as I drink this potion, I can use magic?"

It was Lockhart who answered, looking impatient, "Listen, this is Professor Dumbledore's special care for you. If you don't want to, forget it. Why is there all this nonsense?"

Filch's expression changed. At this moment, he recalled all the ridicules and looks he had suffered since he was a child.

"Okay, I'll drink."

He's had enough.

He has experienced the despair of being at the bottom of this wizarding society.

"Then, just take a nap first."

Erwin took out the bottle containing datura powder.

Filch drank the potion in one gulp, and for a moment he felt as if there was a flame running from his esophagus to his stomach.

Then he opened the cap of the datura powder bottle, took a deep breath, and then lost consciousness.

He had a dream. It was during the summer vacation when he was eleven years old. The owls from Hogwarts traveled back and forth across the UK, but none of them stayed at their family manor.

After that summer, his wonderful childhood ended.

When he woke up again, Filch felt that his body was very stiff.

He found himself lying on the desk, his back pressed against the hard board, which was very uncomfortable. He tried hard to sit up.

"Let me help you." Lockhart helped Filch up enthusiastically.

Filch looked at the two people in front of him. Everything seemed to be the same as before he lost consciousness, as if nothing happened.

"How...how long have I slept?"

"Two hours," said Lockhart.

Filch moved his limbs and felt nothing unusual. He didn't seem to have changed at all.

"The result should be very successful. Do you want to try if you can use magic?" Lockhart suggested: "Just use the most basic magic spell on this quill pen, Wingardium Leviosa,

You should know this spell, right?"

Filch nodded. He had taken Nalushizi's quick spell chanting correspondence course. Although it was ineffective, he was still familiar with the basic spells.

"Do you want me to lend you my wand?"

"No need... I have my own."

He had bought himself a wand very early on, hoping that one day he would be able to use magic, and Ollivander had sold it to him, although so far the wand had never been more effective than a short stick.

Filch opened a drawer in his office, took out a beautifully packaged box, and took out a wand with a slightly curved tip.

Like a child who was new to magic, he waved the wand awkwardly, chanted a spell, and then looked forward to any changes in the quill.

However he was disappointed.

It doesn't matter, he has been disappointed many times over the years.

"Okay, there's no need to play any more." Filch lost interest.

"I suggest you try a few more times," Erwin said.

"How many more times should you try?" Filch shook his head, as if he was dealing with this boy who didn't know how to deal with the world. At the same time, he still had some expectations in his heart, so he tried again.

Again, again.

Suddenly, Filch felt his body that had been silent change. An electric feeling suddenly came into being, passing through his bones and muscles, and then passed to the wand in his hand.

Without any external force, the quill was briefly suspended at a height of ten centimeters.

Filch's body froze.

"Succeeded? Am I not dazzled?" Lockhart made an exaggerated expression.

He was not surprised at all, Erwin had done so many incredible things before, and Lockhart was even lucky to be friends with him at such a young age.

Otherwise, when the eaglet grows up, he will have no choice but to look up at it from the ground.

He now has no complaints about being threatened before, not at all.

"Congratulations on becoming a wizard, Mr. Argus Filch." He extended his hand enthusiastically.

Filch shook his hand numbly.

"The newly acquired bloodline needs to be stable. It is recommended that you do not try to use magic within a month." Erwin said, while opening the experiment log and recording quickly.

"No. 0001, implanted Red Dragon Type I, micro-dose, specific magic power level will be determined later."

"You shouldn't feel any discomfort now?" Erwin asked.

Filch shook his head.

"If you feel uncomfortable in any way, tell me immediately. I will monitor your physical condition every week from now on. Do you agree?" Erwin asked again.

Filch nodded.

"We have said before that Professor Dumbledore hopes that you can keep the use of this potion a secret."

Filch nodded numbly again.

"Then we won't disturb you." Erwin put away the experiment journal and left directly, and Lockhart also said goodbye cheerfully.

After the two of them were no longer in sight, Filch was still a little dazed.

His long-cherished wish for many years has come true, and even he himself is not sure what his mentality is.

There was a lot he wanted to talk to, but he couldn't find anyone to talk to.

It would be nice if Mrs. Norris was here.