The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Of course, the speed of the flying carpet is not as fast as that of the broom, but it is better than the smoothness.

Erwin and Virginio sat side by side, with the large Ogg sitting behind them.

Although it looked like just a thin blanket without anything to hold on to, it still had safety features. Erwin felt a gravitational pull between him and the magic carpet, which could prevent passengers from accelerating or falling on the magic carpet.

It was thrown out when turning.

A pretty decent design.

"There's something wrong with that woman." Riddle suddenly sent a mental message to Erwin.

"Angela?" Riddle should have said her, "What's the problem?" Erwin asked immediately.

Riddle was silent for a while, "I can't explain it, but I definitely feel like there's something wrong."

Erwin pondered, this statement is interesting. Riddle is definitely not a good person, but at least he is reliable and not just talking nonsense.

He has an extra eye.

"Over there!" cried Virginio suddenly.

At least several hundred meters away, Erwin couldn't see anything except a large patch of vegetation anyway.

This guy probably doesn't make judgments based on his eyesight.

Ogg immediately controlled the direction of the flying carpet and flew in the direction pointed by Virginio.

What caught the eye was the corpse.

Of course they were not human corpses. Judging from the size of the corpses, they should be Pukki goblins. Erwin glanced at them and saw that there were as many as twelve.

According to the orientation of the corpse, it can be judged which direction they were facing before death...

That's a girl.

Since Erwin came to the United States, the girls with magic skills he has seen are all quite beautiful. This is not surprising. If you think about how huge the beauty industry is in ordinary society, you can realize that a considerable number of witches with high magic power must be careful "

Modify” one’s appearance.

Of course, it is also possible that the genes are really good.

Unlike her elder sister Angela, the girl in front of her was like a delicate and fragile statue carved from ice and snow.

Her hair color was light blonde, but it was actually very close to pure white. Her skin seemed to reflect light like ice and snow, and her ice-blue eyes were as emotionless as winter.

"What's going on?" Professor Twelve Trees, who arrived earlier than Erwin and the others, was filled with astonishment and fell into a daze as he looked at the corpses on the ground.

This is obviously not a qualified reaction. It seems that this professor is a pure academic wizard who has never seen any big scenes in his life.

She felt as if she had been invaded, but the instigator was an underage girl, so she didn't know whether to point it at the other person after taking out her wand.

After hesitating for several seconds, she finally figured out what to do first, "Who are you?" she asked sharply.

"Lyudmila." The ice-like girl said, her voice showing no emotion.

This is a typical name from the far north country. Erwin responded quickly, "So you are from Kodos Dorez?"

Lyudmila looked at him, nodded slightly, and stretched out her hand. In her hand were two badges. One was the badge of the four colleges of Ilvermorny, and the other was a pattern of a tree carved from ice and snow, which should represent Kodo.

Storiz.

"A student of Kodos Doriz?" Professor Twelve Trees' suffocated breath suddenly had nowhere to vent, and she was a little dumbfounded, "Where is your professor? Didn't Kodos Doretz send an in-service teacher to send you off?

Come here?"

Lyudmila was silent.

Only then did Professor Twelve Trees remember that there was another student who came up the mountain road by himself without an escort.

Damn it! There is a special apparation area in Ilvermorny. Do those teachers even bother to teleport their students there?

Professor Twelve Trees felt that this was really unreasonable.

Erwin looked to the other side. His eldest sister Angela was looking at the corpses of the Pukki goblins. She didn't mind the blood and smell at all. This was exactly what a qualified healer would do.

Viktor stood not far from her, looking at Lyudmila warily.

Erwin also looked at a nearby corpse. The corpse was terrible to look at. It seemed that a violent explosion had erupted from its body. However, there were not many carbonized parts of the corpse, indicating that most of the flesh and blood had been directly damaged by annihilation levels.

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Looking at the other corpses, they were all in a similar situation, and they seemed to have been affected by this level of magical effects at the same time.

Erwin couldn't help but take a long breath.

Killing twelve Pukechi goblins at the same time, this killing efficiency...

Pukki are not ordinary animals. They also have a lot of magic power and are quite strong. Erwin estimates that it would take at least half a magazine to fire a penetrating bullet with the magic text automatic gun he designed and made.

Solve one.

In terms of damage, it's not at the same level. The magic used by the girl named Lyudmila is at least more effective than Avada Kedavra against Pukki.

This can no longer be described as terrifying.

Erwin then thought about if this kind of magic that caused an explosion in the body was used on him, would he be able to withstand it? The King's Cloak should be effective. It can be regarded as a sacred weapon after all. Its main function is to prevent others from being harmed in the body.

Cause magic.

But if Melanie hadn't been "eating the inside out", wouldn't he have been able to face this ice-like girl?

Once again, he realized that he was actually still very weak and must continue to remain cautious and low-key.

Virginio and Ogg also noticed. They should be able to see some clues. Their expressions suddenly changed, and they looked at the ice-like girl as if they were looking at some kind of fatal existence.

Lyudmilla lowered her eyelids slightly, her eyelashes were slightly blue, and she seemed not to care about everyone's gaze at all.

Angela had finished checking at this time, "There are no survivors." Her expression was very complicated.

At least for now, magic cannot solve the problem of life and death, and spells that can bring the dead back to life only exist in legends.

Professor Twelve Trees took a deep breath. The middle-aged witch realized that all the Pukechi goblins in this area might have been killed at once.

She closed her eyes, took a slow breath, and then showed a majestic expression, "Classmate Lyudmila, why do you use such terrible black magic?"

"I didn't use black magic." Lyudmila said calmly.

This kind of magic, which is far more efficient in killing than Avada Kedavra, could not be black magic? Everyone present did not believe it.

Except Erwin.

Because Riddle told him very clearly, "This may not really be considered black magic in the 'strict sense'. Of course, some ignorant people will simply classify harmful magic pairs as black magic."

All the boys and girls here are geniuses in a certain sense, but in terms of understanding of black magic, it is impossible for them to compare with the sixteen-year-old Riddle.

"Interesting." Riddle said to himself, "Sure enough, you can see more by broadening your horizons. Why is the other me so obsessed with that little island in England?"

"Maybe one day in the future, you can ask him face to face." Erwin said.

That could be very interesting.

"Huh," Riddle laughed, "You mean to wait until you control all the Horcruxes, and then let the 'me' in each time period chat with each other?"

"Absolutely." Erwin said.

"Then I can only hope that your wish will come true." Riddle's tone was slightly sarcastic.

Erwin didn't pay attention and turned his attention to reality.

"These Pukechi have lived here for generations and are the loyal guards of Ilvermorny." Professor Twelve Trees said with a strong smell of gunpowder in his voice, "They are just defending their homeland and Ilvermorny, and

But you cruelly took their lives because of a little misunderstanding... It's unforgivable..."

"She may not know the relationship between Pukchi and Ilvermorny..." Angara seemed to defend Lyudmila out of pure kindness, but hesitated.

"They attacked me, so I had to fight back." The ice-like girl said calmly.

"Use this extremely cruel black magic?" Professor Twelve Trees became even more angry.

"I have no choice, this is self-defense." Lyudmila still showed no emotion, as if what happened had nothing to do with her.

Hearing her words, everyone present looked a little weird.

"Well, Miss Lyudmila." Virginio couldn't help but speak. The South American spirited guy tried to make the atmosphere less serious with a shrug. "To give you an inappropriate example, when a chicken flies over and wants to

When pecking you, a normal person's reaction is usually not to directly break its neck... There is a huge gap in strength between these Pukechi and you, so it really can't be called self-defense."

"But these creatures are shooting spikes at me," Lyudmila said.

Virginio smiled, "How much damage can these little things do? Even if the spikes are poisonous, the power may not even be as powerful as No-Maj's gunpowder weapons... There are too many spells that can be defended or avoided.

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No-Maj should mean the same as Muggle. It is a name used by wizards in the Americas for ordinary people who do not know magic. Erwin feels that it is more discriminatory than Muggle.

"There are a lot of them. If I let them shoot their spikes, I will probably be injured or even die." The ice-like girl said seriously as if she didn't hear Virginio's words.

Virginio was helpless. He and others thought that the other party was using strong words. Possibly? Speaking of possibilities, there was a possibility that the fire dragon would be killed by a rabbit.

"I'm sorry that this misunderstanding occurred," Lyudmila bowed slightly, but her face remained expressionless, "I will compensate."

"Just compensation?" Professor Twelve Trees' anger has not yet subsided.

"Then what else do I need to do?" Lyudmila was a little confused.

Pukchi goblins can be regarded as a vassal race of wizards. Their lives are naturally not equivalent to the lives of wizards. Lyudmila caused the death of twelve Pukchi goblins, but she really only needs to make compensation.

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"Pukki has a deep bond with Ilvermorny. We even have a college named after them," Professor Twelve Trees said coldly: "And your actions will destroy this bond and may even make other people

The Pukki goblins left Ilvermorny."

She took a deep breath and tried hard to calm down, "I am not qualified to make decisions. Now come back to the castle with me. I will discuss your treatment with Professor Suouene and the principal. I'm afraid you will have to be deported."

Hearing the word repatriation, many people's expressions moved, but Lyudmila herself remained extremely calm.

"Let's go, girl, you should know how to ride a broom, right?" Professor Twelve Trees finally calmed down.

Although the Pukki goblins have a deep bond with Ilvermorny, it is impossible for them to really do anything to Lyudmila because of them.

Professor Twelve Trees is still very clear.

"I'll leave you with the cleaning work here." She nodded slightly to Erwin and others, "I also hope that you can keep it a secret and not reveal what just happened to other students."

The impact of this incident is very bad, because after all, it is impossible to impose substantial punishment on Lyudmila, and Ilvermorny may not be able to give an explanation to other Pukchi goblins, so external rumors must be banned.

Everyone present was smart and could think of this aspect, so they all accepted it.

Professor Twelve Trees took Lyudmila away, and the remaining five exchange students looked at each other in confusion.

"It's terrible." Virginie sighed exaggeratedly.

"I can't tell what kind of magic she used." Viktor frowned, "Could it be that Kodos Dorez discovered a new magic system?"

"Don't look at us," Erwin said: "Durmstrang is the closest to Russia. Even you don't have any relevant information, so how do we know?"

Black brother Ogg hesitated for a moment, then whispered to Erwin and Virginio: "I saw there seemed to be a cross pendant in her chest."

It was hard to imagine that such a huge body could make such a weak sound. He was shy. After all, staring at a girl's chest was a very rude thing, and he didn't dare to say it in front of Angela.

Erwin thinks this brother is quite interesting.

"Cross?" Virginio raised an eyebrow. "The one in Russia should be the Orthodox Church? Doesn't it mean that the primary regulation of international wizarding law is that wizards are not allowed to participate in No-Maj religion?"

He actually knew something about this aspect. It was quite rare for a wizard to be able to name the Orthodox Church.

"It's possible that it's just a simple resemblance." Erwin looked at Ogg, "You probably only saw the upper part?"

Ogg nodded.

"Not all cross shapes are related to Christianity," Erwin said.

"What are you talking about?" Angela shouted not far away: "Help me, take care of these Pukchi's remains."

"Come here." Erwin said.

There is now ample time to observe Pukki's body.

"Black magic in the narrow sense must be related to the soul," Riddle told Erwin, "Whether it is tampering, controlling, torturing, erasing, or creating evil spirits like the Fire Curse... But these goblins have

There is no trace of soul damage.”

"It's just that the body was seriously damaged." Erwin said to himself.

So the question is, how did such serious damage occur?