The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

So Miss Nutria always felt that Erwin was elusive in the next few days, and she often couldn't see him, or she suddenly saw him walking out of a certain room.

But every time she looked at him with suspicion, the guy always acted as if nothing had happened.

Hermione wondered if he had violated the ban and secretly used magic. She usually disliked people who did not follow the rules, and in her opinion, Erwin was this kind of person.

But wasn't he also traced? If he really used magic secretly, shouldn't he have been visited by Ministry of Magic staff?

This made Hermione quite confused.

The Daily Prophet devoted another half page to a detailed report on the trip to Egypt by the Weasley family, this year's Golden Galleons Award winners, and published their family portrait with the pyramids as the background.

It's such a big photo, because there are nine people plus a mouse.

Below this article is news about a magical Yorkshire family whose cat suddenly turned red.

This shows how hard the editor of the Daily Prophet worked so hard to fill up an entire newspaper every day with trivial matters in the wizarding society of Britain, which only has a population of 10 to 20 thousand people.

It is not difficult to understand why, apart from this official newspaper, the only magazine media is The Quibbler. The total population is too small to support the media industry.

In mid-August, Hermione finished the last History of Magic paper in her summer vacation homework, and looked very relieved.

Although she said she was trying to find time to do homework while traveling, she was still a little worried about not having enough time.

"Have you finished your homework?" Hermione asked Erwin with a bit of show-off.

"Have you forgotten? I won't be at Hogwarts next semester." Erwin spread his hands.

Since I am going to another school as an exchange student, I naturally don’t need to write my summer homework for the current period because there is no place to hand it in.

Hermione felt a little itchy for someone who had legitimate reasons for not doing homework, "You should be more conscious, and I can help you take your homework to Hogwarts."

Erwin ignored the good student's suggestion and approached mysteriously, "Hermione, you know that there is a tacit understanding between teachers and students regarding holiday homework, right?"

"What?" Hermione was completely confused.

Erwin sighed, "Think about it, if you can't use magic during the holidays, how useful is writing papers? And when the semester starts, the professors are so busy, they need to teach all students from grades one to seven, and

Where do you have time to read all the vacation papers in person? Even with magic, it is basically impossible to create a thinking body that can review papers."

"What do you mean?" Hermione looked at him.

"So, professors will most likely not grade their summer assignments in person. Students only need to make up the word count and hand in their assignments. This is a tacit understanding between both parties." Erwin said seriously.

Hermione was stunned. This was the first time that the little girl had been exposed to this kind of dawdling philosophy since she was a child.

Erwin chuckled.

It's said to be a paper, but in fact it's just asking the little wizard to explain a certain magic theory. If you can come up with some insights, that would be better. If not, it doesn't matter. They are just children. Do you really expect them to do research?

But it is meaningful for students to write this kind of paper. Although it does not help their magic power, it can train their thinking ability, understanding ability and the most important writing skills.

After all, Hogwarts does not offer cultural courses like normal schools.

If a high-level wizard cannot make fluent sentences when writing basic articles, it would be ridiculous.

Similarly, one of the most important functions of astronomy courses and arithmetic divination taken after third grade is to train students’ logical thinking and mathematical abilities.

Of course, in Erwin's opinion, writing these papers was a pure waste of time.

So how could he be an honest student, write so many articles diligently, and then bother Hermione to take him to Hogwarts?

Hermione couldn't convince Erwin, but fortunately there was another Hogwarts student. Melanie didn't do the homework, she wrote the paper very seriously, and she wrote it very beautifully.

The kind of beauty that puts Hermione to shame.

Miss Nutria was a little bit shocked, but she soon regained her fighting spirit. Originally, there were almost no people with similar grades to her among her peers. Wouldn't it be great to have a rival now?

On a cool summer night a few days later, Mrs. Granger and Hermione had gone to bed, while the three men were sitting in the courtyard drinking and chatting.

One is old, one is young, and one is young.

Professor Stewart and Mr. Granger opened a bottle of brandy and poured a little bit into Erwin's grape juice.

Mr. Granger also winked at Erwin, looking like they had a tacit understanding of doing bad things together. After all, his wife definitely did not agree with him letting minors drink.

Erwin himself didn't feel much. There was not much difference between wine and juice for him. A capable wizard could not be drugged by alcohol unless he wanted to.

This is conversation time between men.

"Why do I feel that you are not very happy when you come back from your trip, Ben?" Professor Stewart asked his son-in-law.

"It's not that I'm unhappy." Mr. Granger took a sip from the glass. "I just feel that the magical world is a little different from what I imagined."

"Oh?" Professor Stewart and Erwin's eyes met.

"Do you know? Although we are said to be two families traveling together, in fact we and the Weasley family are not together most of the time. We are only invited when we go to places that are not so 'important'."

"It's understandable," Erwin said, "after all, there is a confidentiality law."

"I actually don't quite understand why magic needs to be kept secret." Mr. Granger recalled: "But what impressed me most was the attitude of the wizards towards me and Margaret. Their eyes were like

We are looking at some kind of lower creature, as if we were indigenous black people who suddenly came to London from the depths of Africa.

Including the Weasley wife, when her second son gave me the bottle of sunburn ointment, her displeasure was written directly on her face. The feeling was not obvious in Diagon Alley, but this

This trip made me clearly feel that most magic people have a certain degree of contempt for ordinary people like me."

"The special term 'Muggle' itself contains inevitable discriminatory connotations." Professor Stewart said very fairly.

"Actually, what I want to say is that compared to the magic of magic, the lifestyle of those wizards is shockingly backward." Mr. Granger rested his chin on his hand, "They are still using gold, silver, and copper coins with strange exchange ratios, and even taking photos

It’s the most primitive kind of camera... Although the characters in the photos can move, they can’t take color photos..."

"I understand what you mean. You feel that today's wizards do not develop and utilize magic enough." Erwin said.

"That's right." Mr. Granger agreed, "I heard that the way wizards fight is to use magic wands to shoot magic shots. This feels not much different from firearms... Wizards can use magic to cook food and clean tableware.

, cleaning the house, but it feels like the functions of the oven, dishwasher and sweeper are all concentrated on one magic wand. It is indeed a lot more convenient, but compared with the lives of us ordinary people, the difference is not that big.

Very big.”

Mr. Granger paused, "Only Mr. Arthur Weasley is willing to talk to me on an equal footing. According to him, he modified a car himself, but unfortunately lost it. He told me about the wizard's camera.

It is based on the creation of Muggles. Before this, wizards could only use advanced magic and valuable materials to complete a magical portrait. But after imitating Muggle cameras and applying magic, they had a

A more civilian way of recording images.

What's ridiculous is that, decades later, they are still using this primitive camera, even though color photos have long been common among us 'Muggles'."

Professor Stewart and Erwin listened quietly.

"My feeling is that these wizards are aloof and very dismissive of us ordinary people, but the development of this magical society is very slow..." Mr. Granger pondered for a while, and then smiled, "

Maybe after Hermione and Erwin finish their studies, you can come up with more wonderful uses of magic..."

He was already tipsy, "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed, otherwise the great Mrs. Granger will execute her justice again... Good night, you two."

He stood up and walked back into the house a little unsteadily.

Erwin and Professor Stewart looked at each other, "This is the reaction of a highly educated Muggle after his initial contact with the magical world." The professor said.

Erwin nodded slightly.

It's late August, and there's not much time left before school starts.

Uncle Felwood proposed that Erwin take his private plane to the United States, but Erwin refused, and he planned to follow the normal process.

After all, the United States also has a magical government, and it cannot be too high-profile.

The flight from London to Boston, Massachusetts has been booked.

Just when Erwin felt more and more that the Daily Prophet was too tough to wipe his ass with, the official newspaper finally reported a bombshell news.

"Sirius Black, one of the most dangerous dark wizards, has escaped from Azkaban and is now roaming in the UK. This man is one of the Dark Lord's most loyal henchmen and has advanced spellcasting abilities. The Ministry of Magic has issued a wanted order and any capture

Or the wizard who kills Black can get a reward of three thousand galleons, and the one who provides accurate information can get one third, that is, one thousand galleons."

Hermione read out the contents of the newspaper, and the little girl was very panicked.

"The most dangerous? How dangerous?" Erwin asked lazily while lying on the sofa.

He once faced off against a truly dangerous dark wizard, who had never even been to Azkaban.

"He once killed thirteen people with a spell." Hermione read out the contents of the newspaper.

"It's a bit ordinary." Melanie said, using a very indifferent tone.

Erwin nodded in agreement. At the level of Voldemort and Dumbledore, it shouldn't be a problem to wipe out a small city with a spell.

From this point of view, this Sirius Black is not particularly dangerous.

Hermione looked at the man and woman with astonished eyes.

Erwin took the newspaper and looked at the middle-aged man with gloomy eyes and unshaven beard, "Come and see your loyal subordinate." Erwin greeted Riddle.

Riddle was not offended by this teasing attitude, "This should be someone from the Black family," he said.

"One of the so-called glorious twenty-eight pure-blood families?"

"Yes, but the Black family is not the kind of people who make up the numbers. This family has produced many talents, but what surprises me even more is that he was able to escape from Azkaban. He is indeed the person that 'I' like."

Riddle's voice was filled with a bit of pride, even though he didn't recognize this person at all from his sixteen-year-old memory.

"Azkaban is very heavily guarded?" Erwin was a little interested. There wasn't much information about that wizard prison.

"The prison is located on a small island in the middle of the ocean. Its location is basically top-secret. The wizards imprisoned there will have their wands taken away. There are a large number of dementors on the island as guards."

"Dementors?" Erwin recalled the information he had read about this monster. Dementors should be a kind of spirit body. The most obvious ability is a deadly method similar to the aura of despair.

, but Erwin believes that its danger can only be described as average.

Because there is a specialized spell to deal with it, the Patronus Charm. As long as you master the Patronus Charm, a wizard without any combat experience can repel or even kill Dementors.

If it can be targeted by specialized spells, the danger should be downgraded.

"Do you think Dementors are ordinary?" Riddle seemed to see Erwin's thoughts, "It is indeed ordinary to a truly strong person, but if you have been affected by its 'despair', think about it.

It's not easy to break free, and there are hundreds of dementors in Azkaban. This was what I knew fifty years ago, and now there are only more."

"Why?"

"Because dementors can split after devouring souls, and how can a prison ensure that no one dies? If the prisoners cannot bear 'despair', they will become food for the dementors, which is allowed by the Ministry of Magic

.”

"Is that so...why do you know so much about that prison?" Erwin suddenly asked.

Riddle was silent for a while, "Because I deliberately collected relevant information."

"Why do you want to collect this kind of information?"

"In case I am imprisoned in Azkaban one day," Riddle said coldly: "This is a necessary preparation. I must consider this possibility in advance and think of a way to deal with it."

"Is this a precautionary measure, or are you quite self-aware?" Erwin wanted to laugh.

Riddle ignored him. "So I know how difficult it is to escape from that prison," he said.