The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

At the end of March, Easter is coming, and with it comes two weeks of spring break.

Students with a sense of crisis have already felt the pressure of the final exam approaching, while those with a big heart, such as the lovely classmate Ron, think this is the last chance to relax.

"Relax? In fact, you don't get nervous until the night before the exam, right?" Hermione exposed him unceremoniously.

Ron was unconvinced and wanted to defend himself, but finally gave up.

Hermione's performance during this period was extremely good, and her mastery of spells was astonishingly fast. The normal teaching schedule at Hogwarts was increasingly unable to satisfy her.

This was obviously the effect of the bottle of Red Dragon Type I that Erwin gave her.

Of course Hermione was not stupid, she went directly to Erwin, "Did you drink this potion yourself?"

"Yeah." Erwin nodded repeatedly.

"No wonder your behavior has been so outrageous since first grade." Hermione said with an expression of "Sure enough," and at the same time she seemed relieved.

Although she is not very competitive, Hermione still often compares herself with Erwin and feels tremendous pressure.

If the other party is better than you just because of external forces, then that is still acceptable.

This potion, which is much more effective than the magic awakening potion, must be very expensive, but he actually let himself drink it.

An indescribable emotion spread in Hermione's heart. The little girl was thin-skinned and could not express any too warm emotions. "Thank you." She whispered.

"You really should say thank you to me." Erwin was not polite at all.

The delicate emotion that Hermione finally felt disappeared in an instant.

"Oh, by the way, I want to create a club. Are you interested in joining?" Erwin said suddenly.

"Club? What club?" Hermione was a little confused.

It’s almost the final exam, why would you suddenly think of a club? “The Muggle Student Mutual Aid Club aims to build a platform for Muggle-born students to help each other, including solving academic problems, purchasing school supplies, and their families.

From the exchanges between us, you should have noticed that we students from non-wizarding families are actually not very accepted."

Hermione was silent. Although she didn't want to say anything, she had indeed received too many glares since she entered school.

Should a Muggle-born student be mediocre? She only has a few friends now, Harry, Ron, and Erwin.

"I did a survey, Hermione, do you know what proportion of the officials above the director level of the Ministry of Magic are of Muggle origin? Zero." Erwin said with a meaningful arc in the corner of his mouth, "That is,

It is said that the center of power in the wizarding world is almost not open to Muggle-born students."

The surprise in Hermione's eyes almost overflowed. She was still thinking about final exams and course selections for the coming year, but had this guy already started thinking about this?

"This brings up a problem. We were absorbed into the magical world and studied hard for seven years, only to get a low-level position? And if we don't live in the wilderness completely far away from ordinary people, we can't use it at will.

If you use magic to improve your life, you still have to worry about breaking the confidentiality law... So what are the advantages of going to a magic school over going to a regular university?"

Hermione didn't speak, she felt like a big stone was pressing in her heart.

"Seven years, we will stay in Hogwarts for seven years, and almost nothing we learn in these seven years can be used in regular society, which means we have sacrificed a lot. And these seven years

After investing time, it would be too disappointing if I could only become an ordinary person worrying about salary and livelihood in a magical society."

Erwin paused for a moment, giving Hermione time to think for herself, and then continued, "So, the most fundamental purpose of them absorbing us into the magical world is actually our awakened magical bloodline? For example, Hermione, you marry Luo

Well, the bloodline of your offspring will be optimized, which means that the bloodline of the Weasley family has been optimized. This actually has a biological basis. If a population does not have foreign genetic genes, sooner or later there will be problems."

Hermione's face turned dark, "I won't marry that idiot... No, why should I consider getting married now!"

"Just an example." Erwin shrugged, "But you guys are indeed a good match."

Miss Nutria's cheeks puffed up, which meant she was really angry.

"I think the main problem why Muggle-born wizards feel inferior is not those who adhere to the pure-blood theory." Erwin brought the topic back to normal, making Hermione's anger uncontrollable for a while.

Release, "It's because we are not united enough. A single wizard is very powerless in the face of the overall magical social order, and it is almost impossible to resist the unfair treatment he suffers."

"So you think we...should join forces?" Hermione asked cautiously, putting aside the joke Erwin had just made to her.

Unknowingly, she had identified with the concept of "us" that Erwin mentioned.

"That's right, all Muggle-born wizards should unite so that we can fight for the rights we should have." Erwin's eyes were burning.

Hermione felt something was wrong. Although she only received a general education at the elementary school level, she still knew something about history. This concept was really... a bit special.

"In fact, Muggle-born wizards have always had self-perception problems. They lack a sense of self-identity and are even ashamed of their Muggle origins...Have you noticed that, except for 'Mudbloods' with huge

It’s such an insulting term, but there’s no proper noun to refer to us Muggle-born people?”

"So?" Hermione asked.

At this time, she had basically accepted Erwin's thoughts.

"We should find a proper noun, a good noun, to refer to our Muggle origins. Names are very important, just like if Voldemort is not called Voldemort, but called Tom the Great Devil, will it look majestic?

Is it even funny?"

Riddle coughed loudly at this time, of course, only Erwin could hear it.

"Then what should we call ourselves?"

"Emberburner." Erwin had obviously already thought about it.

"Emberburner?" Hermione repeated unconsciously.

"Magic comes from blood. The once glorious fireworks will only gradually extinguish as time goes by, leaving only a few embers slowly spreading. And you, me, and all Muggle-born wizards are the ones among the ashes.

A small spark that can rekindle the fire of magic.

That is, the Ember One."