The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

No matter how detailed you think about it and how perfect your plan is, you cannot achieve omniscience and omnipotence.

So unexpected situations will inevitably occur.

Maybe this is...fate.

Erwin went to the United States at the beginning of the school year, so he didn't know that the Ministry of Magic had deployed such a powerful patrol force in Hogsmeade and Hogwarts, which was almost one-third of the entire standing combat force.

What's even more annoying is that the dementor suddenly attacks him.

"I need you to buy me some time," Erwin said.

"In my current state, how can I fight for you?" Riddle's tone was somewhat self-deprecating.

"Don't think I don't know, you have been secretly absorbing my magic power." Erwin said coldly.

Riddle was silent.

When Erwin's magic acts on the diary, whether it blocks Riddle's perception or produces other effects, a small part of it is inevitably intercepted by Riddle.

But after all, he has no body, and the magic power he can absorb is very limited, which is almost negligible to Erwin - he is not an ignorant little girl like Ginny, who is completely defenseless against Riddle.

So I acquiesced, and this gradually became a tacit understanding between both parties.

And now Erwin made it clear.

"You should understand that I won't be in danger of life if I give up resistance, but it's different for you." Erwin said coldly. While communicating with Riddle, he dodged three stun spells and reflected one.

Obstacle Curse.

The little remaining magic power has bottomed out again, and he is now in a very dangerous state.

"Even if I save some magic power, I can't cover your long-distance apparation," Riddle said.

"I'm just saying, let you help me buy some time."

"I can only help you block one round."

"That's enough."

I had used the material of the diary to resist several spells before, but after all, it was just a diary and could not be used as a shield. Now, Riddle needed to protect Erwin with all his strength.

"Put down your wand and stop resisting." The dark-skinned wizard shouted again.

They are the fighting arm of the government and must follow formal procedures.

Erwin suddenly stood up, completely exposing his body to the other person's view. He slowly raised his hands and showed the other person his wand.

This action clearly meant that he listened to the advice and gave up resistance.

The battle wizards stopped using magic, and Erwin didn't use any magic to fight back just now, making them all realize that the other party was probably not their target.

This is not a life-and-death battle.

The dark-skinned wizard was a little surprised, "Reasonable decision, sir, please keep facing us now, slowly put the wand on the ground, and then step back. As long as you cooperate, we will give you enough respect and will not do anything to you again."

You use any spell."

Erwin did as he was told, and when he put down his wand, everyone else subconsciously relaxed a little.

It is common sense that a wizard will lose at least 70% to 80% of his strength without his wand.

But some people do not conform to this common sense impression.

The black dog crouching in the shadow of the corner suddenly seemed to come to life. He glanced at Erwin with a slight contempt in his eyes, and then planned to run away quietly.

This unlucky guy should be able to distract some attention from the Ministry of Magic, but unfortunately he can only do this.

The dark-skinned wizard approached here with several other Ministry of Magic personnel, and Erwin watched them, his magic power recovering rapidly.

Although it was only a dozen seconds, it was enough for him to execute his plan.

At this time, there were still seven or eight wands pointed at him, so there was no possibility for him to take out the spare wand. As long as he did not keep raising his hands, the opponent's spell would be cast instantly.

But some demons don't need a wand, or even any movements or gestures.

For example, some kind of unique transformation technique that has an effect on itself.

A layer of faint silver-white metallic light spread throughout Erwin's body, and his body seemed to have suddenly transcended the rules of physics and began to twist, collapse, and change.

The dark-skinned wizard immediately saw what he was doing, "Please stop the Animagus transformation immediately!" he shouted sternly.

The brief truce ended instantly, and the lights of several spells that had been prepared lit up again.

"Riddle!"

Following a strange fluctuation, the phantom of a young man wearing a Hogwarts school uniform appeared in front of Erwin. The phantom's face was illusory, and of course Riddle would not hold back until his true face was revealed.

With the appearance of this soul entity, there was also some commotion on the side of the dementors who were strictly prohibited from approaching.

Riddle's shadow raised his hand, and Erwin's wand that had been placed on the ground immediately flew into his hand. He drew an arc gracefully, creating an invisible barrier.

The incoming beams of light stopped after touching the barrier, but did not dissipate. After being in a stalemate with the barrier's power for half a second, they actually reflected back, targeting the original sender.

Reflection magic! And there are so many reflections at once!

The combat wizards of the Ministry of Magic could not be surprised. The reflected spell beam made them panic for a moment. One of them, whether due to lack of experience or slow reaction, was hit by his own stun spell and fainted directly.

Riddle was quite satisfied with the effect he had caused, but the shadow formed had no ability to do anything else after being exposed like this. "I can't do it anymore," he said to Erwin.

Erwin had already completed his transformation at this time.

At the moment when the transformation was not completely completed, the silver-white light covering his body suddenly became brighter, reaching an astonishing level of brightness. Everyone present was deprived of vision for an instant, and all they could see was

A vast expanse of white.

Naturally, Erwin's body in dragon form cannot be seen.

Compared to the nearly dry magic power in the human form, the magic power in the body of the original baby dragon was as abundant as a river. In the strong light created by the magic power he mobilized all over his body, a shock spell suddenly flew out and hit Erwin accurately.

body.

It hurts a little, that's all.

It was the dark-skinned wizard. Based on the location in his memory, he fired magic at Erwin and hit it accurately.

The fighting ability is quite good, but unfortunately, even the primitive dragon in its infancy has a magic resistance far beyond human imagination.

Despite the transformation, the smoldering fire in Erwin's heart did not weaken by half. Some instinct from the depths of his blood made him directly choose to release it.

In the strong light, the silver-white baby dragon opened its mouth wide, letting the magic power in its body follow the instinctive rhythm in its blood, and finally erupted in the form of sound waves.

roar!

It was unimaginable that such a young body could emit such a deafening roar, and the surrounding air formed ripples visible to the naked eye.

Intimidate the mind and shock the soul.

It is a soul-shattering one in the truest sense.

The first person to bear the brunt was none other than Riddle. His illusory spirit body was like thin glass, shattering into tiny pieces with a light shattering sound, and then completely dissipated.

The diary and Erwin's wand fell to the ground with a thud.

The combat wizards of the Ministry of Magic stooped up. They were not prepared for the sonic attack, and coupled with the interference of the bright light, they were almost defenseless.

The first thing that was temporarily disabled was the hearing, and then the vision was also affected. The brain seemed to have shut down and fell into a blank. In this situation, the ability to cast spells was completely lost.

Except for the obviously stronger dark-skinned wizard, everyone else had to kneel on the ground, almost fainting.

However, the physical fitness of high-level wizards is not weak, and Erwin's roar will not have a fatal effect on them.

The dementors gathered together were also affected by the sound waves and howled. If you observe carefully, you will find that their bodies have become more illusory, and the ulcers on their exposed skin have become more serious.

The only one who was less affected was the black dog who was about to escape.

The canine's physiological structure and tenacity allowed it to barely withstand the impact of the roar. It squinted its eyes to see clearly what was in the bright light, but could only see a vague outline and could not distinguish it at all.

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Not even a dog at close range could see clearly, nor could the wizards from the Ministry of Magic who were far away and half-fainted.

As the creator of strong light and sound waves, Erwin himself was still able to maintain his awareness of the outside world. He immediately understood the effect of this roar, and the wizards from the Ministry of Magic who surrounded him temporarily lost their combat effectiveness.

The effect is far better than imagined.

You can go.

He immediately grabbed the wand and diary on the ground. The breath in the diary was very weak. Poor Riddle was probably the most seriously injured.

But Erwin couldn't bear any sympathy.

Being forced into the original baby dragon form, he was quite embarrassed.

The magic level of the young dragon's body is several times that of the human form, and it is naturally faster to release long-distance apparation. With just one breath, Erwin's figure disappeared from Hogsmeade.

The bright light also disappeared.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, the obviously stronger dark-skinned wizard, pointed his wand at his head and used several concentrating spells in succession to barely eliminate the dizziness that made him feel nauseous.

He was careless. As a senior Auror who had fought against the Dark Lord, he shouldn't have talked so much nonsense to the other party just now. He should have directly used the strongest means to control him.

But what method did the other party use? The last thing we saw was that he was undergoing Animagus transformation, but we didn't see clearly what kind of animal he turned into.

Therefore, after fighting for so long, I only know a few abilities of the opponent, and I know nothing about his identity.

Kingsley laughed dumbly. Was it because he hadn't experienced a cruel battle for a long time?

After all, there are only a few dark wizards at large, and it is not his responsibility to hunt them down.

But this time, their group has lost all face.

His colleagues still need his help. If he doesn't care, those poor guys will have to lie down for a long time before they come back to their senses.

He could only use the concentration spell on them one after another like a nanny. This spell had a significant effect on alleviating mental damage, and finally allowed all his colleagues to regain consciousness.

"Hurry, Shakur! Call for help!" someone yelled in panic after waking up.

"Calm down, Williamson, he's already gone." Kingsley sighed helplessly.

"This damn Sirius Black! Is he so troublesome?" Young Williamson couldn't help but curse.

"The only good news is that that person is probably not Sirius." A female Auror said.

Kingsley nodded slightly. He also agreed with this view. The other party might not even be British, because the animals they transformed into had magical powers... He had only heard that wizards in Africa could generally do it.

But this does not add any luster to their failure, and it gives them a headache when writing their work report.

"After you go back, you'd better check with the medical officer in the ministry to see if there are any sequelae. You may even have to go to St. Mungo's..." Kingsley warned his colleagues with some worry.

Before he finished speaking, the door of a small house not far away suddenly opened, and a middle-aged witch staggered out and vomited wildly in the exquisite garden of her house.

Kingsley was a little dazed. He turned his head and found that as far as he could see, many Hogsmeade residents were walking out of their homes looking very uncomfortable.

Although they habitually hid at home, blocked by the walls of the house, they were still affected by the roar.

Only so many people came out, indicating that most of them were probably fainting at home.

The trouble was serious. Kingsley put his hand on his forehead.

Out of his sight, a big black dog walked leisurely, no one paid any attention to it.

The masked wizard made the people at the Ministry of Magic suffer, and it indirectly helped him. Black Dog remembered that he had met him several times before, and although he couldn't see his face, he still remembered his scent.

.

I think I'll recognize him next time we meet.

It seems that he has become more and more accustomed to being a dog, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the canine's face.

At the same time, among the dementors.

A being whose appearance is almost the same as that of a dementor, but can definitely be a living person because his feet are standing on the ground.

But such a living person was safe among the dementors. He was neither attacked by the dementors nor affected by the aura of despair.

Really weird.

These dementors stayed together honestly and did not try to attack the villagers of Hogsmeade. It seemed to be because of him.

There was a Dementor floating next to him. Although all the Dementors looked similar to outsiders, he could easily distinguish each one.

This was the one who took the initiative to attack Erwin and caused this series of troubles.

These monsters in the eyes of others are like children to the men in black robes.

"So, Marduk, that's the one who killed you physically?"

The dementor did not give a clear response. He repeatedly chanted in a hoarse and low voice that seemed to come from hell: "Revenge..."

"It's interesting."

Under the black hood, a twisted smile appeared on the dry lips.