The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Thirty-seven hours later, Erwin frowned and looked at the three pieces of paper in front of him.

The first one came from the security company that Joel belonged to. According to the contract, as long as Joel died in the security mission, Erwin did not need to pay anything extra, but he still decided to pay a high pension to his family.

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The other two are reports from the Clayton University laboratory. They used all available methods and were unable to figure out the internal structure of the wand without destroying it. In addition, the results of Marduk's corpse sent to the Department of Medicine for autopsy

It also came out, and there was no special discovery. At least biologically speaking, there seems to be no difference between wizards and ordinary people.

The highest level of dominant force in this world is magic, but the exploration of it encountered problems at the first step.

Entering Dipper's ward again, the guy looked much better. He was looking at Professor Stewart with a wry smile, "Don't make things difficult for me anymore. I'm really not an outstanding wizard. The Ultimate Wizard Level Examination"

I only got good grades in one subject, so I really can’t answer your questions.”

"But what I'm asking is probably the most basic and common question." Professor Stewart looked incredulous, "Have you really not considered why the owl can accurately find every wizard, or why it is uncomfortable to

A broom as the main means of transportation?”

"I think this is normal," Erwin leaned against the door. "If you ask Uncle Felwood about the difference between an internal combustion engine and a steam engine, he probably won't be able to answer."

"Hey! I heard it." Felwood appeared at the right moment, looking very unhappy, "Those who speak ill of others behind their backs are not good children."

"So I said it face to face."

Felwood was stunned for a moment, "That's great, I will choke others like this in the future."

Erwin did not answer, but walked towards Dipper, "In the past two days, I have confirmed that there was no letter sent to me a year ago, and there was never an owl carcass on the power grid around the manor," he paused.

, "That is to say, that magic school Hogwarts did not send me an admission notice."

"How is this possible?" Dipper was very unbelievable, "With your talent, it is absolutely impossible to be ignored."

"So we should try to figure out the reason. First, reconfirm that Hogwarts is the only magic school in the UK?"

"Yes."

"How many children from non-original magical families do they admit each year?"

"Ten...maybe twenty?" Dipper hesitated.

"Is this number because there are only so many or...they only recruit so many?"

"Hogwarts should not miss any students with magical talents."

"That is to say, only a dozen of the hundreds of thousands of children are gifted," Professor Stewart couldn't help stroking his beard, "an astonishing proportion."

"Going to a magic school is definitely more difficult than going to college." Felwood sat lazily on the sofa nearby and said nonsense.

Erwin was not disturbed by them, "So how does Hogwarts screen out these children from non-magical families?" he then asked.

"I only know that it is the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission. It is said to have existed since the founding of Hogwarts. Every child in Britain and Ireland who shows magical talent will be recorded in the Book of Admission by the Pen of Acceptance. Of course.

I have heard all this, because there are only a handful of people who have seen these two magic items with their own eyes."

"If those two magic items have the ability to monitor the whole of Britain, then using them just to record gifted children is really a waste of money." Professor Stewart was still stroking his beard.

"Or maybe they're not that magical, otherwise they wouldn't have failed to record me." Erwin looked at the professor, "There must be something wrong."

"Maybe the Ministry of Magic?" Professor Stewart made a conjecture, "A qualified government should have an education department, and it is reasonable to participate in the admissions of Hogwarts. Mr. Dipper, as far as you know Hogwarts

Has Watts ever admitted any Muggle students of distinguished birth, such as members of the royal family?"

Dipper shook his head.

"Look," Professor Stewart waved his hand towards Erwin, "Since the main job of the Ministry of Magic is to hide the existence of wizarding society, it is very reasonable and necessary to prevent the high-end classes in secular society from mastering magic."

Indeed, if the head of the Third Reich was a powerful wizard, it would be much more difficult to prevent him from ruling the world.

"It makes sense." Erwin nodded, "But it's just a guess without any actual basis."

"But now we can only guess that since you plan to enter that magic school, you must make some plans."

"Well," Felwood raised his hand, which was his signature move to interrupt the conversation, "Erwin, why do you have to enter that Hogwart? Isn't Mr. Dipper a magician? You ask

He just needs to learn magic."

"My dear uncle," Erwin put his hand on his forehead, "a black man hired a bachelor as a teacher in the Philippines, can he get a doctorate from Oxford University?"

"Uh," Felwood said dumbly, "probably not."

"It's great that you understand." Erwin used a complimenting tone, which had a teasing tone, but Felwood was used to it. "In addition, there must be a natural class between wizards and non-wizards.

This huge class gap is almost impossible to erase, and entering a magic school is the most important way to cross this gap. Only in this way can you obtain the natural rights that a wizard has, such as buying wands and books.

, medicinal materials, or use the infrastructure of various wizarding societies.”

Dipper on the side opened his mouth wide. In the past few years, he had been hiding among Muggles and had read several Muggle books, so he could understand the difficult words Erwin said. He couldn't believe that this was an eleven-year-old

What the child said.

Perhaps his most outstanding talent is not magic, this terrible thought flashed through Dipper's mind.

Erwin turned his gaze, and Dipper lowered his body subconsciously, "You said that Hogwarts is the only magic school in the UK, does that mean other countries also have their own magic schools?" Erwin asked.

"There are two others in Europe, Beauxbatons in France, and Durmstrang in Eastern Europe."

"Study across districts? What a good idea." Professor Stewart's eyes lit up, "Mr. Dipper, will the magic school admit immigrant children?"

"It should be possible. When I was studying at Hogwarts, there were Indian students."

"Very good." Professor Stewart looked a little happy, "This also proves that the Ministry of Magic is indeed very likely to interfere in the admissions process. There are only a dozen freshmen every year. This shows that every student is very precious, and one of them is missing.

It’s a dereliction of duty for them.”

"So you want to study abroad?" Felwood, who was able to interject again, seemed very energetic. "Eastern Europe is too far away, and I heard that there has been some unrest there recently, so I'd better choose Beauxbatons, although the French are also

Quite annoying..."

"But French girls are cute, right?" Erwin finished Felwood's words unceremoniously. He knew this uncle's character very well.

"You are laughing at me now, but don't ask me to introduce you to a girl in a few years." Felwood retorted angrily.

"Absolutely not." Erwin seemed to have a few black lines on his forehead.

"Then you are preparing to enter Beauxbatons?" Professor Stewart asked.

Alvin did not answer immediately, but thought for a moment and said, "No."

"Going to Eastern Europe? I'm afraid that's not a good choice."

"Who said that you have to go to a foreign school to study across districts?" Erwin showed a meaningful look.

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A week later, the British Consulate in Addis Ababa, the capital of Ethiopia.

Second Secretary Hammadi Bernard met a black woman who claimed to be Mrs. Henrietta. The other party was a lawyer, well-dressed, and accompanied by a half-grown white boy.

Mrs. Henrietta told a sad story to Hammadi. Dr. Werner Frost is a famous British archaeologist who has been committed to the research of the ancient Nubian Kingdom and made contributions to the archeology of Ethiopia.

He has made outstanding contributions. He has been living in Africa for nearly fifteen years. His son and daughter-in-law were killed in a conflict with a local tribe five years ago. He himself also died of severe lung disease not long ago, leaving a helpless family.

The helpless grandson.

According to Dr. Weiner's will, all his inheritance will be donated to his good friend Professor Farex Stewart, and he hopes that Professor Stewart will become the guardian of his grandson.

"Poor child." Secretary Hamadi said sympathetically.

The boy's eyes immediately turned red.

The materials brought by the other party were very detailed. Hamadi asked a few questions casually and received accurate answers. The child named Erwin Frost was born in Ethiopia, which means he is not a British citizen.

But this is not a big problem. "We will contact Professor Stewart as soon as possible." Hammadi promised.

Three days later, the young man came again, and this time he was accompanied by not only Mrs. Henrietta, but also a fat old man, who was naturally Professor Stewart.

There is nothing wrong with all the materials and certificates. The child's birth certificate, enrollment certificate, and Dr. Weiner's will are all authentic and valid. Although Professor Stewart is widowed, he has a daughter and son-in-law, and he is also qualified as a guardian. Although I feel that the process

It seemed a bit too fast, but Hammadi did not stand in the way. "The immigration department will approve your application soon. Welcome home, kid." He said to the teenager named Erwin.

After adoption, the child born in Ethiopia will directly acquire British citizenship.

The young man smiled reluctantly. Hamadihe understood very well that the child should still be immersed in sadness.

But after walking out of the embassy, ​​the sadness on the young man's face disappeared. "All remaining fees will be settled within a week." He said to Mrs. Henrietta.

One day later, all the necessary procedures had been completed, and Erwin got on the flight to London. "So you have immigration status now?" asked Professor Stewart sitting next to him.

In more than a week, he once again felt the madness of the world. Ethiopia is one of the least developed countries, and the pound has absolute power here. "Yes, it is not difficult to change your identity." Erwin

shrugged.

In fact, changing a new name at the same time would make this plan more comprehensive, but Dipper said that wizards have many ways to detect a person's real name, so Erwin still kept his original name. Frost is not a rare surname anyway.

, there must be a lot of people named Erwin.

From the time he got off the plane to the time he left the airport, Erwin remained focused, but he didn't notice anything unusual. He was neither tested with any strange instruments, nor was he asked to do anything, nor was anyone asked to do anything.

The stick pointed at him,

In other words, the Ministry of Magic may not be aware that a child with magical talent like him is entering the country.

This was not good news. He originally thought that at least there should be a department in large international airports dedicated to testing the magical talents of incoming passengers, but this seemed to be an overestimation of the administrative capabilities of the Ministry of Magic.

I have no choice but to leave first.

Professor Stewart has a single-family house in the Redbridge district of London, which will be Erwin's nominal home for a long time to come. Shortly after arriving at the house, the phone rang suddenly.

Erwin picked up the phone and heard Felwood's voice, "Is the plan going well, Ethiopian kids?"

"It's pretty normal. Besides, if you still have some sense, don't call this number for at least a month." Erwin responded unceremoniously.

He hung up the phone. The afternoon sun shined through the glass and onto the floor. There was rare good weather in London today.