The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

"Should I go back to school, close the laboratory, and send the graduate students home?" After walking out of the special care ward, Professor Stewart asked Erwin. His expression was a little strange. Although he was smiling, his expression was

Quite stiff. "Today is such a beautiful day. I can finally confirm that physics is just a bubble. Sir Isaac Newton is actually the only true knower among physicists. Only he realized the absurd nature of this world and the invisible hand."

It exists, but it does not belong to God.”

His current performance is already very good. You must know that after seeing Erwin's supernatural ability for the first time, he locked himself in the office and spent three weeks to regain a stable understanding of the world.

Know.

"Not for the time being." Erwin replied absentmindedly. The physics laboratory at Clayton University actually had no research results. Its main job was to find feasible solutions to exercise Erwin's supernatural abilities. They also tried to do

Knowing where the kinetic energy Erwin gives to objects comes from, but ultimately nothing.

Clayton University five years ago was just a low-ranking suburban university in London, and it was not originally called that. Irvine actually controlled this private university in the name of the fictional "Mr. Claydon" with a large amount of pounds, and then

It is logical to give it the same name.

Professor Stewart has a high status in the entire British academic community. It would have been impossible for him to be hired by a low-ranking university like Clayton. However, he met Erwin by chance in a bookstore in London.

Amazed by the child's intelligence, he became a lifelong friend. Later, he was shocked by Erwin's supernatural abilities and willingly accepted his employment. For a true scientist, a new and unknown field is an irresistible temptation.

.

"Doctor Coleman." Erwin said to the private doctor who had been waiting outside the door: "Contact London Bridge Hospital and ask them to send two more skilled surgeons over. I am not questioning your ability, just

I hope Mr. Diep receives the most effective treatment possible."

Dipper is now a key to Erwin, leading to the mysterious magical world.

"Don't worry." Dr. Coleman nodded.

Erwin and Professor Stewart left together. When they walked around a corner, the professor suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Is there any content about magic in your memory?"

Because he was not sure whether it was his imagination, Erwin did not hide the fact that he had a strange memory and told several people close to him, including Stuart.

"Yes." Erwin answered in the affirmative.

"Then that seems to be good news."

"No," Erwin shook his head, "In my memory, these are more like the contents of a literary work, and what's worse is that it is a children's literature. I almost only remember the name of the protagonist."

"What is it?" Professor Stewart subconsciously held his breath.

"Harry Potter."

After a long silence, Professor Stewart certainly remembered the boy who survived the disaster that Dipper mentioned not long ago. The two of them walked slowly like this. "This may be just a coincidence," the professor looked at Erwin, "Since we

Make sure that part of your memory is about another parallel universe, so it is obviously normal for two similar universes to have something in common. In addition, I need to make sure that apart from the boy's name, you don't have anything else.

Accurate memory?"

"Unfortunately, no." Erwin shook his head. He was a little irritated. "That's just the memory of an ordinary person. The amount of information is huge and most of it is trivial things in life. It has no meaning. The subject of this memory has not read that

"Children's Literature."

"That is to say, there is no other direct evidence that you have some kind of prophetic ability or that we are in the world of a literary work." Professor Stewart said with a hint of relaxation in his tone.

"But maybe there are really countless cold and mocking eyes above the dimension we live in, watching every move of us puppets. Even if we strive to break through the dimension, we will only be erased like ants.

Erwin sneered, "What can we do? Maybe we can only paralyze ourselves and be mentally prepared to face the truth of this world one day."

Professor Stewart was silent.

The dull conversation was interrupted by an exaggerated cry, "Erwin!"

A disheveled man stumbled over, his whole body exuding a strange smell. He bent down and grabbed the young man's shoulders tightly, "Are you okay?"

"I think since I'm standing here, there's no need to answer this kind of question, Uncle Felwood." Erwin helplessly looked at the lipstick mark on the other person's collar, "Besides, I think you should take a shower now and change your clothes."

clothes."

From a worldly perspective, Felwood is a pure playboy, playful, lustful, uneducated, and spendthrift. This is indeed the case, but he is not without merits. Felwood is quite smart and values ​​his family.

And the most important thing is to have enough self-awareness.

The Frost family has a history of more than two hundred years. Almost every generation of family members has a profound understanding of material wealth, and many of them have served as senior officials in the colonies. Thanks to the efforts of the ancestors, the family wealth has been greatly improved.

After the rinsing of time, the amount passed down is also very amazing.

These generations of Frost people are not prosperous. The plane crash ten years ago left the entire family with only two uncles and nephews. It was indeed an accident, at least for the investigators hired by the police and Felwood.

That's what they said. Afterwards, the Frost family gradually monetized the physical properties they controlled, retaining only two hotels and a few properties in central London, trying to minimize their own presence.

It was Felwood who came forward to perform these operations, and it was Erwin who made the decision. Of course, Felwood did not object, because he knew that he could not take care of so many assets. As for Erwin, who made the decision

The reason is naturally that there are forces in this world that are more dominant than money.

Erwin didn't even hide his memory from Felwood, because there was no need to hide it. The blood relationship between them was an unchangeable objective fact. The uncle and nephew could be said to depend on each other. And compared to this period

With almost no practical memory, Erwin's intelligence and supernatural abilities far beyond his years are much more astonishing and even more incomprehensible.

After confirming that Erwin was safe and sound, Felwood's eyes showed a fierce look, "Who attacked you? Can you confirm the identity of the other party?"

"The matter is more complicated, but I can be sure that the other party is not here for me,"

"That's it." Feilwood breathed a sigh of relief. His fierce expression disappeared and turned back to his lazy and confused look. "Then I have to go to sleep for a while..."

After all, he also experienced a "big battle" last night. Although the uncle was doing unspeakable things when his nephew's life was threatened, which made people feel guilty, but since Erwin was fine, then

Everything will be fine.

Five hours later, Felwood woke up again in his bed, finally eliminating the effects of his hangover. He used a handful of banknotes to drive away the female creatures lying on his bed, and then learned about his life from the male servant.

The nephew is in the backyard at this time.

He went over and saw that Erwin and Professor Stewart seemed to be conducting some kind of shooting training. The target was a white-feathered chicken, which seemed to have just been brought from the kitchen.

"Collapse!"

Erwin shouted. To be honest, he thought it was quite stupid. It felt like fighting in a children's drama. The black wand in his hand fired a red light, but it only hit the grass on the side, causing

There was a tiny explosion, and the frightened white-feathered chicken fled towards the bushes not far away in terror, but was suddenly grabbed by the neck by an invisible hand and picked up.

Erwin held the empty hand in his left hand and held the wand in his right hand. It was not difficult for him to activate two abilities at the same time. "Collapse!" Another red beam of light still just flew by, just letting the one

The frightened poultry flapping became more and more intense.

It was such a hit rate when hitting a fixed target that Erwin's face immediately turned a bit darker. The third red beam finally hit, and the white-feathered chicken's struggle suddenly stopped.

Professor Stewart examined the poultry and said, "Yes, it just fainted and suffered no other injuries."

"Reciting a spell and casting a spell is relatively simple. It only requires the correct spell and wand posture. On the contrary, aiming and hitting is more troublesome." Erwin waved his hand, "The light emitted by this wand will have unstable deviations.

, the hit rate from ten yards away will be very impressive."

"You should be able to avoid this type of ray attack. After all, you didn't make this chicken levitate by firing a beam." Stewart grabbed the white-feathered chicken's feet and raised his hand to Alvin.

"The primitive people who mastered drilling wood to make fire would only treat flint as an ordinary stone when they saw it for the first time. This metaphor may not be very appropriate, but Dipu did only know that 'the collision of flint will produce sparks'"

, and for me, as a primitive, to deduce the oxidation reaction from the most basic combustion phenomena within a few hours, it is too difficult, or even impossible." Erwin shrugged.

"It makes sense." Professor Stewart nodded with deep understanding. "If Mr. Dipu Keita was a skilled wizard, he would not be in such an embarrassing situation."

"If he hadn't been in such a dilemma, he wouldn't have needed our help." Erwin said as he resealed the black wand into a transparent plastic bag. This should be considered a dangerous item and must be kept properly.

It has now been proven that he does not only have supernatural abilities given by kinetic energy, but has complete magical talents. However, due to long-term specialized training, he is extremely outstanding in controlling objects with his mind, so outstanding that he can skip it directly.

Learning the Flying Curse and the Banishing Curse.

"What are you talking about?" Felwood came over and sat down on a lounge chair under a parasol nearby. "Can you say something I can understand?"

He didn't care about the red light that Erwin emitted before, he was already used to the magic of his nephew.

"To make a long story short," Erwin sat on another recliner, "most of the rumors about wizards and magic in this world are true..."

After listening to Erwin's story, Felwood rarely looked like he was thinking, "I don't know anything about such a group of magical people. I have never seen any supernatural phenomena in my mind."

, except related to Erwin.”

"Perhaps you have seen it, but have forgotten it." Professor Stewart interjected: "They can modify other people's memories. This is really a terrifying ability..."

He suddenly looked at Erwin, his expression a little serious, "Is it possible that your memory was also modified?"

"Maybe." Erwin was noncommittal. He only remembered the name Harry Potter, so there was indeed the possibility of being implanted in the memory. But the problem was that the other contents in that memory were very detailed and logical, which meant

The person who writes the memory for Erwin must be a wizard who has a good understanding of the conventional world and has excellent logical thinking and narrative skills.

If such a wizard really exists, what is his purpose in writing memories for Erwin?

Erwin understands what Professor Stewart means. If the truth is that there is such a wizard, then there is no need to worry that they are just a group of puppets trapped in the world of children's literature. This will obviously be much better.

"Allow me to interject." Felwood raised his hand, "Don't I need to hire someone to ask about SHIELD, Gotham City or the School for Gifted Youngsters now?"

"Yes." Erwin responded.

If all this is real, I'll shoot myself in the temple, he muttered in his mind.