The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

There was a fairly soft bed under him, and he could feel the bright and dazzling light through his eyelids, and a pungent smell lingered on the tip of his nose. Dipu Keita sniffed slightly, thinking that he should continue to pretend to be comatose.

Better.

"He's awake." Someone unceremoniously exposed his disguise.

Dipper could only helplessly open his eyes. He was now in a pure white room, and some dazzling light made him squint. When he wanted to get up, he found that his arms were wrapped in thick plaster, and his feet

He was chained to the fixed bed by iron rings, so he could only helplessly look to the opposite side, where an old man and a young man were sitting. The one who spoke just now was an older man with messy gray-white hair.

The three of them fell into silence, and each other looked directly at him, which made Dipper feel a little nervous.

"Anyway, I should thank you two for bandaging my wound," Dipper cleared his throat and decided to break the deadlock. At the same time, he observed the expressions of the two people opposite him. The old man looked quite unfamiliar, and he was more...

After paying attention to the young man, his memory gradually went back to the dark night when he was unconscious, "It's you..." His pupils shrank suddenly, "You are still alive, so Marduk..."

"He's dead." The boy said calmly, as if he was talking about something as insignificant as the cake being burnt.

"Dead?" Dipper was even more surprised, but soon felt relieved, "There is really no need to go through the trial and conviction process for such villains." He looked at the old man, "Then this is the Lord of the Ministry of Magic, right?

When will he be sent to the Wizengamot?" He felt as calm as he resigned to his fate.

However, the old man with white hair and beard smiled inexplicably, "Ministry of Magic? Wizengamot? So there are some of these institutions in the United Kingdom? Let me introduce myself, I am Farex Stewart from Clayton University.

Professor, and this is Mr. Erwin Frost, he is also your savior."

"You're not from the Ministry of Magic?" Dipper was stunned, "Then how did Marduk die?"

"I killed him." Erwin tilted his head. This was the first time he had taken a person's life with his own hands, but he didn't seem to have any special feeling.

"This is not funny, kid." Dipper denied without thinking, shaking his head and laughing. "You are only a second-year freshman at Hogwarts at most. A powerful dark wizard like Marduk doesn't even need a complete spell.

It can kill you."

At some point, the pocket silver revolver appeared in Erwin's hand.

"It is impossible for Muggle weapons to harm adult wizards. All it takes is a range of fire banning spell..."

With a sharp whistling, the silver bullet grazed Dipper's cheek and flew past, sinking into the wall behind him, and the air waves it brought up made his skin ache.

"Marduk should have the same idea." Professor Stewart concluded, "In addition, does Muggle refer to people like me who do not have supernatural abilities?"

Dipper swallowed back what he originally wanted to say, "Muggles are people without magical abilities." He answered the professor's question first, then looked at Erwin with a complicated expression, and after a while he spoke again.

, "This is actually a magic weapon?"

"Of course... no." Alvin turned out the magazine and ejected the bullets inside. They were five shiny, integrated metal gadgets. "This can only be said to be a toy - if it wasn't in my hand.

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With a firearm without a firing pin and a bullet with only a warhead, no reasonable person would think that this weapon has any other lethality besides grabbing the barrel of the gun and hitting people.

"Then what spell did you use?"

"Spell? Interesting." Erwin raised his eyebrows, "What I use is a supernatural ability I was born with, which gives kinetic energy to objects. The smaller the mass, the greater the speed. The most basic physical rules, and there are gun barrels and

The rifling ensures direction and stability, which is no different from the flintlock muskets of the 18th century."

Dipper's expression became increasingly weird, "Little wizards do occasionally show special magic before they get the wand, but no one can take the initiative to trigger this talent." There was surprise in his tone, and a hint of admiration.

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"I think it's because I practice all the time."

Use the assets of the Frost family to secretly control a third-rate university, set up a laboratory dedicated to studying his abilities, and hire a group of scientific researchers who have signed the highest confidentiality agreement to study how to effectively train and use his abilities.

, this process has lasted for nearly ten years, and the result is that Erwin has the combat effectiveness of a nine-millimeter caliber.

Dipper wanted to say something else, but Erwin made a pause gesture, "I've said enough, it's your turn, wizard, spell, magic, can you explain it?"

"Explain what?" Dipper didn't react for a moment, but then he realized that the calm and rational man talking to him was just an eleven-year-old child, a child whose talent might alarm the entire wizarding world. He was still ignorant.

But when he enters that school, it will definitely cause a sensation, "Should you have received the letter from Hogwarts not long ago?"

Regarding this issue, Erwin seems to have acquiesced.

"Anyway, you will know in a month at most. I can tell you some things in advance now. In short, there are a group of special people in this world, and they call themselves wizards..."

Within a quarter of an hour, Professor Erwin and Professor Stewart's world view received a new baptism. It turned out that there was a magical world hidden on this planet. There was a group of people with supernatural abilities who called themselves wizards. They built a world that included

A small society with infrastructure such as hospitals, banks, and schools, and even a government department called the Ministry of Magic.

As for this small magical society, no news has leaked out in the past hundreds of years.

"Jesus," Professor Stewart sighed after Dipper finished speaking. He was not very shocked, because his firm materialist bottom line had long been torn to pieces by Erwin, "You won't want me anymore.

Tell me that God actually existed?"

"At least those miracles are basically done by wizards, and most of them are just for fun."

Professor Stewart was happy, "You should be lucky that I am an atheist." He winked.

Dipper also smiled. He had a pretty good impression of this old Muggle man.

"It's a pity that I can't move now." He gestured to his arms that were fixed by plaster, "otherwise I can give you some demonstrations."

"So wizards must use wands and chant spells to release magic?" Erwin put his hand on his chin, thoughtfully.

"Theoretically, if you know enough about the spell itself and have enough magic power, you can cast the spell silently without a wand, but there are relatively few wizards who can do it."

As soon as Erwin stretched out his hand, a transparent plastic bag on the shelf behind him immediately flew towards him. Dipper saw that there were two wands inside. The one made of brown oak was his, and the black and tough wand was obviously

It belongs to Marduk.

It seemed that the guy was indeed dead and fell into the hands of an eleven-year-old child.

"I can make objects within twenty meters move according to my wishes. Does this count as wandless and spellless casting?"

Controlling objects with thoughts is the most basic form of expression of kinetic energy.

"Yes, wandless and silent object control spells or flying spells. You do have an amazing talent in this area, kid."

"I thought it would be called the Mage's Hand." Erwin shrugged. He took out the black wand and fiddled with it like a pen. "Marduk used it to kill Joel."

What kind of spell is that? I remember the syllable is Avada or something."

"Avada Kedavra, the Killing Curse." Dipper swallowed, "One of the three unforgivable curses. To release it requires powerful mana and pure malice. If hit, you will die immediately."

"Finger of Death, I understand, then you don't mind telling me a simple magic for me to test?"

"Lumos, fluorescent flash, simple lighting magic, but I need to remind you that it will be difficult to use other people's wands to release magic successfully. After all, it is the choice of wand..."

He shut up because the tip of Erwin's wand glowed brightly, but the boy didn't look happy.

He turned around and handed over the wand, "Try it, Professor."

Professor Stewart took the wand, recited the spell in a decent manner, and then made a helpless gesture.

"It seems that I do not have any supernatural talents." Professor Stewart said: "Our previous conjectures were all wrong, Erwin. The granting of kinetic energy is only the first part of your ability that appears, just like the tip of an iceberg suspended on the sea.

Our past research directions were wrong, and the conclusions we reached were very limited. But this is normal. Two-thirds of my research in my life has been fruitless and error-prone attempts. This is science."

Erwin took the wand back and made the top of it glow again. "Can this be explained scientifically?" he asked somewhat narrowly.

Professor Stewart laughed, "But science will tell you that the essence of light is electromagnetic waves. As long as you have a way to strengthen the frequency and ensure the concentration of light, then this simple lighting spell can give your wand amazing energy."

Dipper found it very interesting that there was a friendship between the old and the young that spanned age levels.

"Okay, Mr. Dipper, I have another question." Erwin extinguished the light on his wand, "Why are you being hunted by another wizard?"

Dipper was silent for a while.

"Isn't it convenient to talk about it?" Erwin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"There is nothing necessary to hide, not to mention that I may refuse your request now." Dipu smiled bitterly, "The situation is more complicated. About ten years ago, a powerful dark wizard tried to establish his reign of terror.

Covering the entire British wizarding world, he calls himself Voldemort, but other wizards prefer to call him the Dark Lord or You-Know-Who. The Dark Lord is a pure bloodist. He and his men wantonly slaughter Muggles and persecute Muggle-born people.

Wizards, they don't mind killing anyone who tries to stop them. Due to the situation, I had to join the Dark Lord and become a Death Eater to protect myself."

"Marduk said you were a traitor." Erwin said with interest. He was really impressed by what happened last night.

"Yes, I didn't agree with the Dark Lord's proposition, so I took the initiative to contact an official from the Ministry of Magic to provide him with information." Dipper laughed at himself, "But it didn't take long for that official to be killed by the Death Eaters.

, they searched his memory and learned about my betrayal, but they did not have time to liquidate me immediately because the Dark Lord died suddenly."

"Died suddenly without any warning?" Professor Stewart asked, and he seemed to be quite interested. "For such a normal story, this is definitely not the ending."

"At least the Ministry of Magic claimed that he was dead. The Dark Lord wanted to kill a boy who was predicted to be victorious, but was counterattacked by his own death curse. It is said that only the charred remains were left behind."

"This is exactly in line with the prophecy he was interested in, so what is it? An Oedipal tragedy?" Professor Stewart commented. "What is the name of the child of destiny?"

"Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was only one year old at the time."

Dipper didn't notice that when he mentioned this name, the corners of Erwin's eyes twitched.

Dipper felt a little dry in the mouth, so Professor Stewart put a glass of lemonade with a straw on the dining board in front of him, motioning for him to moisten his throat. Dipper took a sip, and then continued:

"Because I got the news in advance, I took advantage of the chaos and escaped. Most of the Death Eaters were taken to the wizard prison Azkaban, but there are still some who are at large, including Marduk, a powerful loyalist of the Dark Lord.

, he knew about my betrayal and believed that this was one of the main reasons for the Dark Lord's failure, so he pursued me endlessly."

"Why don't you seek asylum from the Ministry of Magic? Logically speaking, you can be considered a meritorious minister."

"Here's the problem," Dipper lamented. "The Ministry of Magic official who I provided information for did not tell anyone about my existence out of confidentiality. But he died, so in the eyes of other people in the Ministry of Magic,

I am also one of the escaped Death Eaters. Once captured, I will be sent to Azkaban unconditionally. Now I am just a poor thing sandwiched between two hot iron plates."

Professor Stewart stopped talking. He looked at Dipper with a sympathetic look. It was really not easy to be so unlucky.

"I'm a little surprised by your frankness, Mr. Dipper." Erwin finally spoke. He had just listened before, "Now that Marduk has been dealt with by me, and this is the territory of the Frost family, if the Ministry of Magic

According to what you said, you are cooperating with the British government, and you will not search my manor for no reason. In other words, you are safe, and I will provide you with treatment. Although modern medicine is not as magical as magic, it is enough to cure you.

of injuries.”

"Thank you very much." Dipper's body relaxed, and he felt sincere gratitude to the young man in front of him. After all, he saved his life.

But are all Muggle-born children so precocious?

Erwin stood up, obviously planning to leave. When he was about to walk out the door, he suddenly turned his head and asked casually: "Last question, do you think I should have received a letter? What letter could it be?"

"Letters from Hogwarts," Dipper said, somewhat puzzled. "Every year in early July, they send out admission notices to every eleven-year-old child who shows magical talent."

"I did not receive such a letter." Erwin shrugged, "It is also necessary to note that I am already twelve years old."