The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

At the London International Airport, Professor Erwin and Professor Stewart sent the Granger family off to board the plane with very sincere feelings.

The Weasley family are wizards. They can use portkeys or floo networks to go directly to Egypt, but these two wizard-specific transportation methods are obviously not suitable for ordinary people.

Mr. Granger didn't mind experiencing the magic of magic in person, but the Weasley family said that they didn't know whether Muggles could use portkeys, so the cautious Mrs. Granger resolutely gave up her husband's whims.

"Flying won't be much slower," she said.

The two families agreed to meet in Cairo, the capital of Egypt. British citizens do not need a visa to go to Egypt. This is a form of legacy from the past empire, which is quite convenient.

"You must take good care of those two children, Dad." Mrs. Granger warned her before getting on the plane. It seemed that her father was also a "child" in a certain sense.

"Remember to bring me a gift!" Melanie smiled and waved to Hermione.

The announcement was announced that the flight would take off in ten minutes, and the Granger family hurried to the waiting room. Professor Erwin and Professor Stewart looked at each other and smiled.

In fact, without Hermione and her daughter, they seemed to be more relaxed.

After all, some things are not easy to talk to them about.

The two of them left the airport with Melanie and got into Professor Stewart's car, but they were not going home, but heading towards the suburbs.

As a newcomer to the magical society, Erwin has tried his best to learn as much information as possible in the past two years. He now understands that the Ministry of Magic is seriously short of manpower, and it is impossible to equip every young wizard with a dedicated

surveillance personnel.

At most, one employee is responsible for one area. For example, in the huge city of London, there is actually only one person in charge. He is responsible for supervising whether all the little wizards in this area violate the rules by simply collecting feedback from Traces.

The traces on Erwin's body have been washed away by him with magic power.

This means that as long as he doesn't do anything extraordinary to make a certain number of Muggles aware of the abnormality, then he is free and there is no need to be as cautious and secretive as before.

So he plans to go home, not to Professor Stewart's house, but to Frost Manor.

"Welcome, noble countess, your arrival will make this humble place full of glory." After arriving, Erwin said to Melanie in a joking tone.

Melanie looked around at the environment of the manor, "It's not bad." She commented, looking very knowledgeable.

"Why, does Miss Melanie still have a title?" Professor Stewart was a little surprised.

"She's a vampire." Erwin didn't hide it either.

Professor Stewart exclaimed, but that was all, "I won't be too surprised if you bring back an angel someday."

"The premise is that God is real."

Walking into the manor, he saw a classic car parked in the yard. After Thomas saw Erwin, he honked twice as a greeting.

It has been cleaned and waxed all over. It looks like it just left the factory. It has also been given a license plate. This license plate is absolutely authentic and can be found at the London DMV. This arrangement was made

The main reason is that in normal society, a classic car without a license plate is still a bit abnormal, and making ordinary people feel abnormal is a violation of the confidentiality law.

Classic cars can't remain invisible forever.

Of course, if you return to the magical world, this license plate that will directly reveal information will naturally be removed.

"Aha, my dear nephew." A voice with a deliberately long accent came from behind.

Of course it's Uncle Felwood.

Standing next to him is Dipper, who is Erwin's guide in a sense. This down-and-out wizard who was once hunted down and fell into an extremely miserable situation is now wearing a suit and a delicate beard. At first glance,

He really looks like an upper-class gentleman.

"Your car is really magical." Faced with his nephew whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Felwood did not express his affection for him. "It is just like a real horse. It likes to walk around the manor and even likes to be beaten."

Touch.”

He touched the hood of the classic car.

"It's called Thomas, right? The name feels a bit familiar... What kind of magic did you use on it? Can you also use it on my sports cars? Dipper said he couldn't do it." Felwood said.

As he said this, he glanced at Dipper with disgust.

Dipper smiled awkwardly.

Felwood looked at his nephew expectantly.

"No, at least for now this car is unique." Erwin refused without hesitation, "Besides, if you really plan to enjoy magic, then you must be mentally prepared to be arrested and brainwashed by the Ministry of Magic.

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Felwood sighed, "I don't know what these wizards are thinking in their minds, or what magic they can hide."

"I can't explain it to you right now, but maybe in a few years, I can find a way to make it possible for you to master magic..."

Felwood perked up instantly, "You are such a good nephew!" He put his arm around Erwin's shoulders, and then let go in the face of the other's disgusted eyes. He knew that his nephew did not like this kind of "intense" behavior.

Emotional expression.

Dipper was a little surprised. Even the top wizards wouldn't dare to say that if Muggles were allowed to control magic, but it didn't look like this young man was talking big words.

This magical young man has only been exposed to magic for two years, and he seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes. The only thing that remains unchanged is his demeanor that seems to be able to control the overall situation.

"By the way, my dear Uncle Felwood, have you enjoyed your time in Las Vegas these past six months?" Erwin changed the subject.

Felwood still has a sense of responsibility, at least he knows that he should take care of Erwin, his nephew, but when he no longer has this obligation, he naturally lets himself go completely.

Felwood stretched out five fingers and raised his head at Erwin.

"Lost five million?" Erwin raised his eyebrows.

"You are looking down on me." Felwood sighed.

"Fifty million?" Erwin's face turned cold, "My dear uncle, if you play a few more times, we will even have to sell the manor to you to pay off the debt."

"So I am such an incompetent existence in your eyes." Felwood covered his face in pain, "Even if I don't understand gambling, isn't there still Dipper?"

Erwin realized that he had ignored this genuine wizard, "So he actually won?"

"On the whole, we won. We took turns playing in several big casinos. We won a few times and then deliberately lost some. In the end, we won about half a million US dollars overall." Dipu said.

Erwin was really surprised this time, "You can actually control yourself?" He seemed to not know his uncle.

After all, he carries a wizard who is equivalent to a perfect cheating device with him, and he can actually make deliberate losing operations?

"Do you think I'm really brainless?" Felwood said angrily, "What's the background of those casinos? Dipper told me that he can protect me from at most three typewriters, and I want to win thousands.

Can Wan get out of Las Vegas? And since there is magic in this world, there is no guarantee that there will be wizards in those casinos. What should I do if they really cause trouble for me?"

"Good knowledge." Erwin praised without hesitation.

Felwood's playfulness is limited to his inability to control his belt, which is quite commendable.

"Oh, by the way, did you discover any strange secrets about the slate I gave you for Christmas?" Felwood suddenly thought of it.

"No, I feel like you've been tricked." Erwin shrugged.

"Damn it." Felwood cursed, and Dipper looked a little embarrassed. After all, he was the one who identified the value of the stone slab.

"But I still hope that you will deliberately search for such ancient and somewhat abnormal items," Erwin said: "Even if most of them are useless, as long as you find something, it will be worth it."

"Understood." Dipper nodded.

At this time, Felwood suddenly noticed Melanie. The girl silently listened to all their previous conversations. When she noticed Felwood's gaze, Melanie smiled slightly.

This smile made Felwood, who had not touched a leaf among the flowers, feel a little dazed for a moment, "This little girlfriend of yours is amazing," he looked at Erwin, "But is it appropriate to let her know so much?"

"Melanie is still trustworthy. From now on, my identity will always be an ordinary Muggle student, and I'm afraid any assistance from you will have to be in her name." Erwin said.

"Please give me your advice." Melanie said softly, adding a beautiful curtsy.

The voice was pleasant, but Felwood felt a little familiar. Had he heard her speak before?

Maybe he knew too many girls and forgot about it.

How can this little girl gain such trust from her nephew? It seems like she has some tricks up her sleeve.

But having said that, although my nephew is smart, he is not deeply involved in the world and has basically zero experience in dealing with women. It is possible that he has been deceived by others without even knowing it.

As an elder, I should take responsibility and give him corresponding guidance. Even if I can't be a master in love, I should still have some knowledge about women's psychology.

Felwood suddenly felt a full sense of responsibility.

They had already walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa. "I have been living in the manor during this time," Erwin said.

"You live in your own home and you still have to report to me?" Felwood waved his hand.

"Hermione and her mother, I need your help, Professor," Erwin said to Professor Stewart again.

Mrs. Granger will definitely call back worriedly, and then she will be counting on Professor Stewart to act on the spot.

The old professor nodded, he was already very good at this kind of thing.

Felwood stood up and asked the butler to prepare drinks for everyone. Erwin looked at Dipper at this time and asked, "Mr. Dipper, how have you been lately?"

"It's good. I'm very grateful to Mr. Felwood for taking care of me." Dipper said a little cautiously.

He had an obvious feeling that he was facing someone superior. This was the intuition he had developed over the years. The magic level of the young man in front of him was probably higher than his.

It's only been two years.

Even the Dark Lord was nothing more than this when he was young, right?

"You have to refrain from using magic all the time. Can you really tolerate this?" Erwin asked again.

Most wizards have become accustomed to a life with magic. If they are suddenly not allowed to use magic, they will be as embarrassed and at a loss as if they were not allowed to use tableware to eat.

"There is nothing uncomfortable. When I was avoiding pursuit in the early years, I didn't dare to use any magic except sneaking and tracking." Dipper smiled, feeling helpless, "So there is no difference."

It can even be said that he enjoys his current life. Although he is essentially Felwood's follower, Felwood treats him as a friend, and following this master who is not short of money, he is not short of money or women, let alone women.

Lack of superiority over others.

Now that we have all these, what does it matter whether we use magic or not? Even if we can use magic, how can we enjoy these in the magical world?

Dipu is very satisfied with the current situation, what other pursuits can he pursue in life?

"Then, uncle, I'll ask you to take more care of me." Erwin nodded politely to Dipper.

Dipper found himself a little scared.

After living in the manor, Erwin began to modify the classic car, which was also a practice of his knowledge of magic writing.

The design drawings had been drawn when I was in school. The first thing to solve was the source of magic power. In Master Flamel's collection, a total of seven energy configurations from low to high were recorded.

Erwin chose the fifth type, and the magic output power this energy configuration can provide is almost equivalent to Erwin's level a year ago, which is only one level higher than that of an ordinary adult wizard.

By analogy, the sixth level is almost equivalent to a wizard with elite evaluation, and the seventh level is equivalent to excellent evaluation... There is no more after that. This should not be an upper limit, but it just means that even Master Elame's research level is only

can get to this point.

Even Master Flamel couldn't create an energy configuration equivalent to the magic level of a Hogwarts professor.

Quasimodo's aging endogenous configuration is also at the seventh level. This combat puppet should be very weak when facing high-level wizards. After all, most of its strength lies in close combat.

Erwin reminded himself not to regard him as too powerful a support. When facing an existence of Dumbledore's level, Quasimodo's only function is to allow the opponent to use one more magic.

Of course, the advantage of the energy configuration is that it can provide magic power stably and continuously, but this magic power can only be converted into specific magic effects by magic text codes. The perfect magic text code conversion rate should be 100% in theory, but in practice

Irvine himself found that when converted into standard quantities using codes, his own magic usage efficiency was almost 130%.

That is to say, with the same magic power, the effect exerted by him is 1.3 times that of the perfect magic text code.

So the Hogwarts professors and Dumbledore, their magic usage efficiency is more than 200?

This is completely different from reducing magic power consumption, but directly increasing the power of a single magic spell.

It can be seen that even if magic power can be continuously output, magic text codes still have limitations compared to wizards.