The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

You have learned magic, but you are not allowed to use magic on other ordinary people, you are not even allowed to reveal that you know magic, and you are not allowed to use magic to make profits in regular society. Once found, you will be fined for a minor amount or be thrown directly into Azkaban.

Of course, the Ministry of Magic does not have enough manpower to maintain such strict laws. Theoretically, as long as it can deal with the aftermath on its own, for example, it can erase the memories of all Muggle witnesses so that what it has done will not be exposed to any Muggle.

Once an abnormality is detected, the wizard can theoretically do whatever he wants.

But Savile is very clear that he does not have that kind of magical strength and courage, and he is almost eighteen years old, and the development of his talent has almost reached its peak. In the remaining decades of his life, his magical level is likely to be completely useless.

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And most wizards are like this.

So in the end, the magic I learned just made life more convenient?

There are indeed potions that can increase physical fitness and protect him and his family from common diseases, but these potions are not distributed for free by the Ministry of Magic, and purchasing them requires a large sum of galleons.

Exchanging pounds for Galleons is a benefit for Muggle freshmen at Hogwarts, and those goblins are very thieves and set the deadline for the rights in the fifth grade. That is, after the student takes the standard wizard examination, he can no longer return from ancient times.

Lingge in exchange for even one Nat.

The explanation given by the goblins is that after passing the standard wizard examination, students essentially have the ability to make a living on their own, not to mention that the five-year period is long enough. They can redeem enough for the future before the end of the period.

galleons.

This is really in line with the usual behavior of goblins, minimizing the costs and obligations they need to bear.

Savile does not have the capital to cultivate his advanced skills in potions and magic words, and no one will invest in him to do business. Even if he wants to join a wizard family, he has no way to do so. Of course, his self-esteem does not allow him to do so.

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Therefore, he can only work at the lowest level of the magical society, and then receive a modest salary and live a careful life.

The good news is that no matter how desperate a wizard is, he won't starve to death.

He is poor in Muggle society, and he is also poor in magical society. Learning magic cannot change his destiny.

Savile was very unwilling in his heart.

"Um... hello, classmate."

Savile raised his head and frowned at the brown-haired girl who suddenly appeared. "What's the matter?"

Hermione was a little embarrassed, but she was not one for stage fright. "I am Hermione Granger. We have organized a Muggle student association to help each other. Are you willing to join?"

She made her request bluntly.

Muggle Hometown? Savile was a little moved, but when he saw that Hermione and the beautiful girl next to her were only eleven or twelve years old, he realized that there was a high probability that this Hometown Club was also filled with students of this age.

And he was already in the sixth grade. Not to mention having to lose face by dealing with these lower-level students. The twelve-year-old Muggle-born wizard had only been exposed to magic for a year or two. It was impossible to provide him with any help. The so-called

Helping each other will inevitably end up with him helping them, and this will take up a lot of his time.

Savile was not so enthusiastic and noble. He felt that he was not qualified to be noble when he was worried about the future, so he politely refused, "Sorry, I am usually very busy, so I won't participate."

Hermione's face froze, the direct failure was not unexpected, and when she returned to her seat and looked at Melanie's half-smiling eyes, her face became even stiffer.

"You can't do this. You should always know more about him." Melanie said with a smile.

"Then why don't you give it a try?" Hermione's response also had a hint of gunpowder.

Melanie didn't answer.

After a few minutes, Savile came over on his own initiative. He looked a little worried and asked, "Does your hometown association have anything to do with the Wizards Mutual Aid Foundation?"

Hermione was a little confused, but Melanie suddenly said, "The foundation is symbolized by an eagle with an olive branch in its mouth?"

"Exactly." Savile breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he suddenly remembered and came over to ask, otherwise he would really have missed it.

At Christmas the year before last, his father suddenly received a large amount of funding from the Wizards Mutual Aid Foundation. Last Christmas he even received gold galleons directly. That bag of gold coins really helped him solve a lot of problems.

problem.

Savile was grateful, but the sponsor was very mysterious and did not even give his contact information, so he had no way of knowing the identity of the sponsor.

This foundation must have been established recently, otherwise it would not have started funding when he was in fifth grade. Now there is suddenly a Muggle hometown association that has never existed before, which makes him doubt whether there is a connection.

Sure enough, the girl in front of me could tell the foundation's emblem.

"Are you also a self-help person?" Savile felt as if he had found someone of his own kind, and his mood became excited.

Honest Hermione was about to deny it and ask what the foundation was about, but Melanie kicked her under the table and interrupted her.

Hermione looked over angrily, while Melanie's expression remained normal, "Yes." She replied.

At the same time, he kicked Hermione again, meaning to tell her not to talk nonsense.

Miss Nutria's cheeks bulged with anger.

"So, can you tell me what is the connection between this hometown association and the foundation?" Savile repeated the original question again.

"The foundation hopes that we, Muggle-born wizards, can unite and take care of each other."

"No offense, but your statement... I think it needs some evidence." Savile is not a fool and will not easily believe one-sided words.

Melanie leaned a little closer and spoke out a few numbers.

Savile looked surprised. This was the exact amount of funding he had received twice.

"That foundation...was founded by your elders?" He looked at Melanie, his eyes changed.

"It's hard for me to say, but you can think so." Melanie looked very cultivated.

"I understand." Savile stopped asking and nodded slowly, "I will join your hometown association."

He was born in a poor family, so he would not pretend to be noble and refuse favors from others, and he understood that since he had received favors, he must repay them.

Even if joining this fellow countryman would not benefit him in any way, he must join.

"Wise choice, classmate Savile." Melanie took out a bottle of dark red potion from somewhere, "The foundation is very optimistic about you, so it will give you extra preferential treatment. This bottle of potion should be able to solve your current problem.

Dilemma.”