The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Erwin looked at each other, and the woman seemed to realize that she was being rude and lowered her head guiltily.

But this also reminds Erwin that if he wants to move freely in the magical world, it is best not to use his real identity, and in essence, he is just a school student.

Although his height is similar to that of an adult, his face is too tender.

Although there is a simple magic that can completely cover the face with the shadow of the hat, this trick cannot withstand the detection spell. It would be really embarrassing to have someone's true face revealed with just one magic.

Maybe you can consider getting yourself a mask? According to the normal standards of combat magic items, it has a certain degree of resistance to spells so that it will not be easily affected by most magic. There is definitely no place to sell such a mask.

Made by himself.

By covering your face, wearing a large invisible cloak, and using a new name, you can simply construct another identity.

"Erwin!" Someone suddenly called him.

It was Mr. Granger, sitting on a chair outside the ice cream shop with Mr. Weasley.

It seems that they have become friends and are chatting between middle-aged men.

As for the content of the chat, apart from the differences in life between Muggles and wizards, it is most likely just trivial matters, and at the same time complaining about the strong wife.

"Want to eat ice cream?" Mr. Granger said very kindly: "Mr. Weasley just told me that the ice cream made by wizards can make people feel happy and joyful, but it is not added with psychotropic drugs.

, but used a simple magic."

"Happy spell?" Erwin knew.

The same magic that makes the target produce certain emotions, happy spells are allowed and widely used white magic, but if it is used to create negative emotions such as fear, it is classified into the category of black magic.

"Yes." Mr. Weasley said, looking at Erwin with approval.

His attitude was that he regarded Erwin as an ordinary junior child, and he obviously didn't know whose hands his old Ford Anglia had fallen into.

After Percy took the five hundred galleons, he did not report the matter to his family in detail. Percy, a good student with both good character and academic performance, was not a good boy at home. He had his own ideas.

"If you're looking for Hermione, she's in the Owlery with Harry and Ron," said Mr. Granger.

Erwin nodded, he had nothing to do in Diagon Alley.

"By the way, do they want some ice cream?" said Mr. Weasley.

After winning the Gold Galleons, Mr. Weasley seemed to be spending more money, and no longer had to break every Nat in half like before.

I just don’t know how much of the seven hundred galleons I have left after my trip to Egypt.

It was said to be an owl shop, but in fact this shop sold all kinds of pets. As soon as Erwin walked to the door, a gray-haired mouse rushed out like an arrow.

"Scabbers!" The door curtain was pushed open, and Ron and Harry exclaimed and chased out.

Erwin had quick eyesight and quick hands. He took out his wand and pointed it, and the gray-haired mouse levitated, its limbs fluttering. At the same time, its inertia was offset by a reverse force.

Ron hugged it.

"I remember Professor Flitwick repeatedly emphasized in the Charms class that wizards should learn to use wands to deal with problems," Erwin said.

"Why do you talk like Hermione?" Ron felt helpless.

They returned to the owl shop, and the female shopkeeper actually remembered Erwin, a unique boy who wanted to buy the biggest owl.

Lying on the counter was a sturdy ginger cat, with a face that was as short as a normal cat's and had a flat face, which was a characteristic of a rare breed.

Hermione was scratching its chin, and the big cat purred comfortably.

"Why don't you put the cat in a cage?" Ron said to the female shopkeeper angrily.

"Crookshanks is not usually like this. He has never attacked other pets before..." The female shop owner was helpless and could only apologize.

"It was just frightened, not injured." After checking Banban's condition, the female shopkeeper said: "But it's really not in a good condition. It should be because of its age. I'll give you some mouse fitness medicine...

…”

She poured a dark red liquid into a small cup and placed it in front of Banban.

The gray-haired mouse didn't even look at it.

The shop owner was very surprised, "I added something that mice like very much, can't this attract it?"

"Scabbers is indeed different from other mice..." Ron said.

This is not the first time he has brought Banban here, so the female shopkeeper knows that this mouse has lived for at least ten years.

"Child, you have to know that there is a gap between the life spans of most animals and humans. Pets cannot always accompany us..." She said with some hesitation: "Parting is inevitable. I think you can consider a new pet...

…Or leave your pet to leave offspring.”

"Descendants?" Ron was stunned. He vaguely remembered that Erwin had mentioned it to him in a joking tone.

"After all, the most important thing for animals is to reproduce, isn't it?" The female shopkeeper smiled, "I can give you a healthy female squirrel for free. Rats can give birth to many animals in one litter. If you don't want to give birth to all of them,

If you want to raise it, you can sell it to me..."

Erwin understood. As expected of a businessman, this was his idea, and he wanted to breed a new breed of long-lived mice.

But isn’t it possible that the reason why she’s not afraid of Scabbers isn’t due to his genes?

Ron was very excited when he heard that he could sell it for money, but when he thought that he would take Scabbers to school, and then let Scabbers and his wives make dolls in his dormitory... it was a bit unimaginable.

He had to refuse, and Harry, who shared a dormitory with Ron, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"How much does this cat cost?" Hermione asked suddenly.

She wasn't interested in rodents, so she just looked over here, where one was playing with the big ginger cat.

"Are you ready to be its owner?" The female shopkeeper was very happy, "One Galleung, only one Galleung is enough."

The price is very low, which shows that the cat is a slow-moving item.

Hermione paid the money readily. After all, according to the exchange ratio, it was only five pounds.

"Hermione!" Ron was very sad and angry, "How could you do this!"

"What?" Hermione looked confused.

"Scabbers is so afraid of it, why do you still want to buy this cat?"

"I just want to buy a pet that I like. A cat is the most suitable. It is not easily noticed by ordinary people like other pets, and it is easy for my parents to accept it."

"But cats eat mice!"

"But owls can also eat mice," Hermione was puzzled. "Can it be that I can only buy toads? I don't like those slimy animals."

Ron was speechless.

In order to express her apology, the female shopkeeper gave Ron a bottle of mouse health medicine as a gift before leaving. "You can mix it with daily food and feed it to your mice." She suggested kindly.

After eating the ice cream invited by Mr. Weasley, several children broke up unhappy over the pet issue. Harry would continue to stay at the Leaky Cauldron, while Erwin and Hermione set off home.

"You bought a Garfield cat for five pounds? It's a pretty good deal." Mr. Granger was quite satisfied.

Hermione was sitting in the back seat, scratching the cat named Crookshanks behind the ears.

Professor Stewart has a new member of his family.

Not all wizards' pets have magical abilities, but they generally show much higher IQs than their peers.

Just like owls, basically all owls tamed by wizards have basic language understanding abilities.

Crookshanks also shows a lot of intelligence. The most notable thing is that he doesn't need a litter box at all and even flushes the toilet by himself after using it.

Erwin simply let it levitate for a few seconds to make Crookshanks realize that he couldn't resist. After feeding him some dried fish from time to time, the cat could obey its instructions.

This is much easier than when I tamed Sabi.

Basic handshakes and instructions to lie down are trivial to Crookshanks. Within a few days, he can act as a sounding board between family members, and he can also completely hand over the newspapers in the mailbox to him.

Mr. Granger especially likes to let him fetch small items such as razors for him, and he never tires of it. Unfortunately, it is 1993 and there are no social networking sites. He can only share with his neighbors that they have a smart cat.

"I want to go back to Romania." Melanie suddenly said when there were still five days before September 1st.

Erwin looked at her.

"Don't worry." Melanie chuckled, "How can I leave you now? I just went back to get some things."

"Is your safety guaranteed?" Erwin asked.

"Are you concerned about me?" Melanie looked at him with concern.

"That's right." Erwin didn't deny it. This female vampire who regained her strength was indeed his help.

"The old guys who are sleeping will always be sleeping. I can't be stupid enough to disturb them." Melanie flipped her hair, "I have to do what I need to do, at least try to erase what I have there. Traces. After all, I have essentially 'rebelled' against Dracula."

Erwin nodded slightly. There were close ties within the vampire family, and after Melanie became his dependent, it actually ended her blood contract with the Dracula clan and was no longer restricted by it.

This is indeed a betrayal.

"Be careful here." He said.

Melanie smiled. She suddenly wanted to kiss Erwin secretly when she left, but she gave up the idea.

Don't worry, this is not a little boy who is easily provoked.

She retreated into the shadows, her figure slowly disappearing.

Blood magic also has the ability to teleport, but it is very restrictive. Basically, it can only teleport to fixed points, which is far less convenient than phantom.

Of course, now that she has become Erwin's dependent, Melanie has the ability to learn to apparate, and is no longer shackled by blood magic.

Two days later, when Mrs. Granger had almost finished preparing Hermione and Erwin's luggage, Melanie came back.

"You turned into a bat and flew back? No wonder it took two days. It's all thanks to you." Erwin was a little surprised.

Not only did he have to fly a long distance, but he also had to avoid detection by the British wizard.

"Because there is no blood ritual altar in the UK," Melanie said: "The blood clan's current sphere of influence is only limited to Romania."

She suddenly became a little excited and took out a piece of silver-gray clothing and said, "Try it on and try it on!"

"What is this?" Erwin looked at the robe-like clothing.

"The king's cloak is only qualified to be worn by vampires above the duke level. It is an absolute status symbol! Look!"

A black-red dagger appeared in Melanie's fair hand. This was her blood-coagulation creation. The dagger was stabbed into the fabric of the robe vigorously without leaving any trace on it. When it was cut horizontally, the dagger was cut directly.

.

Very strong defense and toughness, completely invisible from the fabric.

"It has very good protection against magic and physical attacks," Melanie said: "Of course, more importantly, it can completely isolate other people from sensing the inside of your body."

"How do you say that?" Erwin's pupils shrank slightly.

"It can be understood that no one can directly induce magical effects in your body." Melanie's red lips showed a smile.

When the difference in magic power is too large, there will be an instant-kill effect, such as being directly drained of moisture from the body or making the blood boil. The main function of this cloak seems to be to prevent this.

"No one?" Erwin asked.

"Probably." Melanie was a little unsure now, "At least wearing this royal cloak, you will be immune to a huge part of the blood magic."

Erwin took a deep breath. If it is true as Melanie said, this royal cloak is of extraordinary value.

Not to mention being immune to most blood magic, it is very meaningful just to prevent him from being killed instantly when facing the super wizard.

"But since it's called a king's cloak, and it's a status symbol for vampires above Duke, where did you get it?" Erwin was still confused.

"I am the contemporary 'awakener' of the Dracula family." Melanie smiled slightly.

Erwin recalled that in order to prolong their lifespan, most vampires slept for a long time, waking up in turns to deal with family and daily chores.

The strongest among the awakened people of Dracula's generation seems to be Countess Melanie.

"Those old guys won't wake up for a while, so I will open Dracula's treasure house to see what good things are inside. Anyway, I have rebelled. If those old ghosts find out, I will definitely die.

One piece, so if you don’t take it, you won’t get it.” Melanie looked very indifferent, “I didn’t expect it to be a king’s cloak! I made a lot of money.”

This female vampire obviously does not have high moral values.

"Why don't you keep it for yourself?" Erwin narrowed his eyes.

"Because I'm worried about you. You are my king, and I can't protect you after arriving in the United States." Melanie winked playfully.

Erwin was silent. If it were in the past, he would have responded coldly to Melanie's advances to prevent her from taking advantage of her.

But this time, the benefits were so great that I couldn't refuse them.