The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

"Really?" Florin Fusco looked at his shop carefully.

Erwin leaned on the bar, "Why are you so afraid of Mr. Losario?" he asked casually in an approachable manner.

"We can't just say it's fear." Fusco shook his head, "More accurately, it should be...awe. Without his help, this ice cream shop wouldn't exist."

"So this gentleman is a kind of godfather?" Erwin said.

It seemed like I should light a cigar in this atmosphere, but unfortunately I didn't.

"Godfather?" Fusco obviously didn't understand what he meant. This was a wizard who had lived in a magical society all year round and had no understanding of the ordinary world.

"That is to say, you are protected by him, and then hand over part of your income in return." Erwin briefly described this interest relationship.

However, Fusco shook his head, "That's not the case. Mr. Losario didn't ask me to pay anything."

"This is not surprising." Erwin shrugged slightly.

It's just an ice cream shop. It caters to a market of only ten to twenty thousand people. It sells cold drinks that cost only a few siko. The peak season is only one or two weeks before school starts in September. This kind of shop

How much money can you make in a year?

Even if Fusco were asked to drink Mistral, all the profits from this store would go to Losario, and the big shot might not even take a look at it.

Such high-ranking people at the top generally have the habit of showing their "mercy", because this is also a way to gain self-satisfaction. Losario helped and protected Fusco, maybe out of pity, or maybe

It was because I just admired his character, or maybe it was just because a certain ancestor of the Fusco family had an old relationship with him.

But in any case, helping Fusco open this ice cream shop is just a piece of cake for Losario, and in this way he can get all the gratitude and awe of this honest man.

"Come to think of it, since you have met Mr. Losario, why do you still know so little about him?" Florin Fusco, who was belatedly asked this question at this time.

"It's really true. I didn't even know in advance that this gentleman would come to see me today," Erwin said.

Fusco smiled and said, "Congratulations! If you can get this gentleman's attention, you will definitely become something big in the future."

Fusco is a person who is happy for other people's happy events, although Erwin does not think that being "valued" by Rosario is a happy event.

At this time, Fusco suddenly realized that although Erwin was the height of an adult, if you look closely, you can still see a lot of childishness on his face.

"Are you a Hogwarts student who just graduated this year?" he asked subconsciously.

"You can say that." Erwin said noncommittally.

Definitely not in terms of age, but overall strength is definitely better than most recent graduates.

Except for Riddle.

"That's good." Fusco sighed, "I never went to Hogwarts. My parents thought that I should receive their education at home, so I have never experienced the feeling of graduation in my life...

"

"Did you receive education at home?" Erwin didn't expect that this person actually graduated from Garytown. "How many people like you are there?"

If both parents are qualified wizards and have enough patience and education experience, the effect of Garrytown will definitely be better than that of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

If the number of Garrytowns is relatively large, it means that Erwin's estimate of the total population of the British wizarding society based on the number of students at Hogwarts will be inaccurate.

Florin Fusco shook his head, "I did have quite a few when I was a kid, but now there probably aren't many..."

Erwin immediately realized that the fundamental factor was certainly not that these magical families changed their minds and responded to the Ministry of Magic's call and voluntarily sent their children to Hogwarts.

But now there are not many pure-blood families left that can actually continue.

The root cause is obviously the war more than ten years ago.

Voldemort gathered most of the pure-blood wizards and won the support of them and the families behind them. With Voldemort's defeat, these families have all turned from the original vested interests of the wizarding society to the objects of liquidation.

A large number of pure-blood wizards have either died or been captured in Azkaban, and there must be many families whose bloodline has been completely cut off.

When Riddle first discussed the concept of pure blood with Erwin, he said in a very sarcastic tone that the pure blood family occupies the main resources of the magical world but makes no contribution, and is an old class that must be eradicated.

But don’t forget, the Riddle in the diary actually only has memories before he was sixteen years old, so what he is talking about is actually the situation of British magical society fifty years ago.

And fifty years is enough to change a lot.

The pure-blood class has actually been revolutionized once. Although it is not complete, many pure-blood families have indeed disappeared now. The remaining fish that have slipped through the net, such as the Malfoy family, have kept a low profile and have no courage to continue.

Standing at the front desk.

And the "biggest contributor" to all this turned out to be Voldemort himself.

"I now believe that after becoming Voldemort, you are indeed against the concept of pure blood." Erwin said to Riddle.

Riddle: "..."

Originally, the power of pure-blood families firmly controlled the main resources of the wizarding world. To get rid of them was like removing a tumor close to the aorta, which was extremely difficult.

But Voldemort gathered them together and launched a war.

Since it is all a war, it is a pure struggle of life and death.

Then Voldemort failed, and what followed was a heavy blow to the pure-blood group.

Although the righteous side also suffered heavy casualties, over the past decade or so, blood from regular society has been continuously replenished into the magical society.

On the other hand, many of the pure-blood families are close to or even in the state of being unparalleled, and their overall strength is far less powerful than before.

Therefore, the mainstream voice in the wizarding society is still against the pure-blood concept. However, those pure-blood families that have survived seem to be showing signs of resurgence after a period of recuperation, and have begun to expand their influence.

So the revolution is not complete.

The situation fifty years from now will definitely be different from fifty years ago.

"Okay, to celebrate..." Florin Fusco looked at Erwin.

Erwin understood what he meant, "Patch." He casually said a fake name.

"To celebrate your bright future, Patch, I decided to invite you to try the special new product just developed by our store." Fusco said seriously.

"Just developed it? So you just made it in the kitchen?" Erwin asked.

It seems like this person really likes his job.

"That's right." Fusco nodded. He walked back to the kitchen and quickly brought out a bowl of pink ice cream, which looked very ordinary.

"I'm going to name this new product Sweet Memories!" Fusco announced.

Erwin nodded, this is indeed a name that honest people would come up with.

"Why is it called this?"

"Because it reminds people of the first time they met the love of their life," Fusco said seriously.

"Remembering the feeling of meeting the love of your life for the first time?" According to Fusco, it should refer to the opposite sex?

What if someone who has never had a similar memory consumes it?

This aroused Erwin's interest. If this ice cream really has this effect, then he would like to try it.

That's right, although he had two memories, he never had any similar feelings.

Without memory, how can we recall?

He scooped out a small spoonful of pink ice cream, looked at it, and then put it in his mouth.

The measurement is very small, so there is no need to worry about safety. After all, Fusco is making food in the same way, and it is impossible to make strong poisons.

The ice cream itself was an ordinary sweet and sour taste, but Erwin suddenly felt a sour and exciting tremor pass through his entire body.

This was indeed a feeling he had never experienced before.

But this is definitely not a memory, nor is it the effect of a simple drug, because it cannot be effective so quickly.

"What did you add?" Erwin asked.

"I...I actually added my own memories..." Fusco scratched his head in embarrassment, with a silly smile on his face.

"Your own memory?" Erwin was stunned, "Are you sure?"

Being ignored by Erwin, Fusco became a little flustered, "What's the problem?"

He doesn't look like he can lie.

"It's interesting." Riddle expressed surprise.

"Amazing." Erwin said his praise directly.

When it comes to memory, it involves the soul.

Just isolating part of one's own memories and copying them is something that most wizards have to borrow a pensieve to do, and Fusco can even erase the specific content of the memory, leaving only pure feelings.

And doing such complicated work is just to make a special ice cream.

So even a person like Riddle, who has his eyes high above his head, would be surprised.

Every serious ordinary person deserves respect.

"As expected of 'Sweet Memories', I think Mrs. Fusco should have played a big role in the development of this new product, right?" Erwin asked.

The ice cream shop owner's eyes suddenly dimmed, "I'm the only one in the Fusco family now." He said after a while.

It was obviously a sad story, so Erwin politely did not ask further.

Fusco's character is most likely a fruitless unrequited love. The girl, now a middle-aged woman, may not know anything about Fusco's emotions.

But it is this kind of distant love that is the real sour sweetness, because if you don't understand the other person, what you will see is her perfect side.

This ice cream called Sweet Memories may really only be made by Florin Fusco.

"How is it? It's not bad, isn't it?" Fusco cheered up again and smiled, "It's quite troublesome to make this kind of ice cream. Let me think about it and price it at one galleone for the time being."