The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

After leaving Filch's office, Gilderoy Lockhart seemed quite excited.

"You succeeded! You can make the squib regain the ability to release magic. If you publish this research, you can even directly receive the Order of Merlin!"

"The technology for making this potion is not very mature yet, and it is far from being publicized." Erwin said sternly: "I need you to keep it a secret."

"Of course, of course." Lockhart nodded, "You can rest assured."

He suddenly became a little worried, "Mr. Frost, I wonder if this new medicine will be effective on me?"

"I'm afraid not." Erwin shook his head, "Your problem is not your bloodline. I have no way to study the voodoo curse you have been given."

Lockhart's disappointment was hard to conceal, but he quickly cheered up.

His past experiences have proven that you don't even need magical power to thrive in the British wizarding world.

What's more, now I have such a big thigh in my arms.

After sending Lockhart back to his office, Erwin walked alone on the way back to the Gryffindor common room, with no one around. At this time, Riddle began to habitually express his presence again.

"You actually left that old Squib's office like that? Why don't you try to continue to win people's hearts? Although you are only using him to test the effect of the potion, this part of the potion will not be wasted and should be effective."

"Why should I bribe him?" Erwin asked somewhat knowingly.

"The old squib is indeed an incompetent person. He is too old. Even if he recovers the ability to use magic, the level he can reach is extremely limited. But he is still in an important position after all. Lockhart, a fool, has already made you enjoy

A lot of help. If this old squib is willing to obey your orders, everything you do at Hogwarts will be much easier."

"That's true." Erwin did not deny it. "But the problem is that I asked him to agree to test the medicine in the name of Professor Dumbledore."

"So he would be most grateful to Dumbledore?" Riddle chuckled, "Do you feel a sense of humiliation in making wedding clothes for others?"

"That's not the case."

"You really don't have to do this. You should make it clear that you are yourself, Dumbledore is Dumbledore, and Hogwarts is Hogwarts. When you are not strong enough, in the name of justice, order and truth, you will be able to

You can easily achieve a certain goal, but you will eventually be bound by it, and even backfire. Only those who are strong enough can ignore these stupid rules..."

Riddle began to ramble as usual.

Erwin felt that this routine seemed a bit familiar. He kept whispering in his ears over and over again. It sounded like he was thinking about you completely, making you unwary. And as long as it lasts long enough, no matter how strong the will is, it will not work.

It will be gradually eroded by whispers and transformed.

So he banned Riddle directly.

My ears suddenly felt much clearer.

Arriving in front of the fat lady, this woman had a very dull look on her broad face.

"Password."

"Licorice wand. Just out of curiosity, can you call me by my name?" Erwin suddenly asked.

"..."

"It seems impossible." Erwin was not very surprised.

With the intelligence of portraits, it is impossible for her to remember the name and appearance of every student. It would be good if she could remember the passwords.

Entering the Gryffindor lounge, Erwin saw a group of students surrounding Fred and George, making a lot of noise.

The two brothers wore thick coats and constantly took out various knick-knacks, snacks, toys, and miscellaneous books for entertainment from their pockets in exchange for copper and silver coins in the hands of other students.

It seems that their mobile grocery store has been opened. The coats they wear must have some simple space magic, so they can hold a lot of things in their pockets.

Of course, it should be the most basic application of traceless stretching.

The students got what they wanted and left with satisfaction. Fred and George's facial features were in high spirits. They sat down in front of Erwin and took out a bottle of golden drink with a lid.

"The most expensive butterbeer, from the Three Broomsticks pub, we bought it from you."

Erwin was not polite, he opened the lid and took a big sip. Butterbeer not only added butter, but also added a lot of cream and sugar to cater for the students' taste.

The overall taste is okay. House elves at Hogwarts do not provide alcoholic beverages, so butterbeer is very popular among students.

"Give me a bottle too." Ron happened to come back at this time, and he was immediately greedy.

"Chenghui two silver coins, please pay first." George stretched out his hand.

"I'm your biological brother!" Ron felt aggrieved.

"So what? You're not so shameless that you want your brothers to support you for the rest of your life, right?" Fred said seriously.

"I'll buy Ron a drink," Erwin said, ending the joke between the Weasley brothers.

The simple-minded Ron's emotions were written on his face, "Friends enough." He happily started to drink his share of the drink.

Little Ron's happiness is still very simple.

"After you finish drinking, go back to your dormitory immediately." Fred sent Ron.

A brown-haired girl walked into the lounge from the stairs of the dormitory at this time. She stroked her face uneasily.

After seeing the drinks on the table, she was quite surprised, "What are you drinking...beer?"

"Is there any problem?" George glanced at her.

"But minors shouldn't drink..."

Who else but Hermione could say such a thing?

"According to your statement, do all the students at Hogwarts have to go to Azkaban?" Fred was amused, "When you are in the third grade, you will also go to Hogsmeade, basically every student

I always have a butterbeer when I get there."

Hermione was speechless for a moment.

Erwin's attention was on her face at this time, and he felt that the freckles on Hermione's cheeks seemed to have faded a bit.

Maybe it's an illusion, but when you look at the top of your head, the cat ears seem to have completely disappeared.

"Has your problem been solved by Madam Pomfrey?" Erwin asked.

Hermione shifted her attention from the beer and nodded slightly with a blush.

"What a pity," Erwin shrugged, "Actually, I think you're quite cute like that."

Ron, who was drinking butterbeer, immediately nodded in agreement when he heard this.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then became angry and clenched her pink fists.

This guy really left the cat ears and tail on purpose!

Her face turned cold, and she turned around and went back to the dormitory. Her footsteps were heavy, indicating her anger.

Ron also finished his butterbeer at this time and wanted to stay here, but was sent away by his brothers with resentment.

"How's business?" Erwin asked when no other unrelated people were nearby.

"It's not bad, it's quite exciting." The two brothers were beaming.