The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

The feeling of apparating is very interesting. You can feel various distorted illusions flashing around you, but you can't see the specific scene at all.

Professor McGonagall held Erwin's hand tightly.

After the transmission ended, they were in a simply furnished guest room. Walking down the wooden stairs, they could see drinkers in twos and threes.

This is the Leaky Cauldron.

Professor McGonagall and the boss Tom nodded slightly as a greeting, but Erwin suddenly raised his hand, "A glass of Coke... no? Only butterbeer? Are you actively selling alcoholic beverages to minors? Count it.

Now, let’s have a glass of iced milk.”

"I'm quite thirsty. I haven't drank water for almost a day." Erwin said to Professor McGonagall before placing a silver Siko on the bar.

After drinking the iced milk in one gulp, Erwin followed Professor McGonagall out of the bar. When he looked up, it was a common cloudy day, and it looked like it was going to rain. "I'll go find a taxi." Professor McGonagall said.

Every year, Muggle students need to be guided to Diagon Alley. Professor McGonagall is obviously quite familiar with the way of life in normal society.

"No need." Erwin said.

Finding a secluded place, he opened his suitcase and took out the big satellite phone. This thing had been useless for a year, but now it was finally functioning.

Half an hour later, Professor Stewart's classic car appeared at the intersection.

"In some cases, Muggle communication methods are much more convenient than owls." Erwin said to Professor McGonagall before getting in the car.

"Indeed." Professor McGonagall agreed, but she did not express any more opinions. Instead, she looked at Professor Stewart apologetically, "Special things have happened these days. I'm sorry that we didn't do our best.

Teachers’ administrative responsibilities…”

"It's okay, it's okay." Professor Stewart said with a smile.

He had naturally learned about Erwin's adventure from Felwood.

After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall, Erwin got into a classic car and returned to his residence with Professor Stewart. On the way, Erwin learned that Dipper had become one of Uncle Felwood's fair-weather friends.

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"That guy seems to be scared. He doesn't even touch the wand anymore. He is willing to be an ordinary person and follow Felwood to eat, drink and have fun around the world."

"That's okay." Erwin said it didn't matter. Dipper no longer had any special value to him.

However, Felwood still needs to be warned, lest he instigate Dipper to use magic to do some messy things on a whim, such as cheating and gambling in Las Vegas.

Logically speaking, Erwin had a lot of credit for Felwood not turning into an outright playboy even though he was in sole control of a huge fortune.

After returning home, Erwin accepted Mrs. Granger's hug with a stiff face, and then discovered that Hermione was also there.

They haven't returned to Manchester yet.

After half a month of absence, Miss Nutria's front teeth seem to have grown a bit bigger again.

It was almost dinner time, and Mrs. Granger entered the kitchen and started to get busy. Her arrival meant that the restaurant opposite would lose a few days of business from the Stewart family.

Erwin motioned for Hermione to follow him upstairs.

After entering the room, Hermione spoke first, "I have something to ask you."

"What a coincidence. Me too, let me go first." Erwin said bluntly, "What's the school's explanation for my sudden departure from Hogwarts in the past few days?"

"Professor McGonagall said you went to participate in a special academic activity."

Fortunately, the professors controlled the situation without causing much impact.

"So did anything special happen during this time?"

"Yes." Hermione suddenly puffed up her flat chest with pride, "Together with Harry and Ron, I stopped Professor Quirrell and protected the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Oh?" Erwin looked very interested, "Tell me more carefully."

So in the next ten minutes, he learned how the three children passed through several very difficult levels that just corresponded to the strengths of one of them. The courage, friendship and sacrifice they showed during this period were "simply amazing."

"Moving".

Hermione was particularly satisfied with her performance in one mystery level.

"That's great," Erwin said.

By the standards of a fairy tale, he added in his mind.

How could the protection mechanism set up for something as important as the Philosopher's Stone be so childish? Erwin could tell with his toes that it must have been deliberately arranged by Dumbledore. Harry is the son of prophecy, and it is necessary to cultivate his courage and face Voldemort from an early age.

belief.

"What happened to Quirrell?"

"In the end, Harry faced him alone. It was said that Quirrell would be burned when he touched him, so he took advantage of this to get rid of that guy..."

Erwin fell into deep thought, what extraordinary bloodline did Harry Potter inherit?

It can't be that Trelawny's prophecy gave him such a terrifying ability to restrain Voldemort.

"What about you?" Hermione said suddenly: "You didn't take all the final exams. What will happen to your subject grades? Did the professors say they would give you make-up exams?"

"No." Erwin was deep in thought and replied casually.

"No?" Hermione was shocked, "Doesn't that mean you have to repeat the grade? You have to ask the professors immediately when the semester starts next semester. You can't take the first-year courses again! Most professors should be easy to talk to, but Potions...

..." She was worried, "Neville passed the twelve potion configuration tests, but Snape said he would definitely give you zero points..."

"Neville passed the potion test? Yes, it's worthy of the energy I spent on him." Erwin said.

As for repeating a grade? He wasn't worried at all. Dumbledore would definitely arrange it, and it didn't matter even if he really repeated a grade. If possible, staying in Hogwarts for the rest of his life wouldn't be a bad thing.

Hermione found his attitude very unreasonable and could only shake her head helplessly.

Sometimes she really didn't understand what was going on in this guy's mind.

At night, after Hermione and her mother had gone to bed, Erwin had another chance to talk to Professor Stewart.

Apart from being able to transform into an ancestral baby dragon, he told all about his experience in Romania.

"I think the world is really getting more and more interesting," Professor Stewart said.

Erwin didn't reply. He was thinking about the arrangements for the laboratory at Clayton University.

Magic can easily do things that science cannot. Many problems that have made countless doctors bald can be solved by wizards with just one spell, but this does not mean that science is useless compared to magic.

It's very simple. How many wizards in this world have a microscopic perspective at the atomic level?

If a wizard knew the principles of nuclear reactions, could he try to use mills to develop controllable nuclear fission and nuclear fusion? If someone who knew magic could control the hadron collider in Geneva, Switzerland, would it be possible to obtain a

Stable micro black holes?

Science has an irreplaceable role, which is to improve knowledge.

This means that Clayton University's laboratories can turn to theoretical scientific research.

But there was a more important task before that. Erwin handed a small package to Stuart.

It was the Fountain of Power that he brought from the safe at the Romanian Fire Dragon Breeding Farm. It was truly ill-gotten wealth, so Erwin's expression was rather sneaky.

Even when he was kidnapped by Melanie, entered into the Wyrmsleep Sanctuary, and returned to Hogwarts, he did not throw away this small bag.

He took out a few test tubes from it. "These are for your research. After all, in a sense, the fountain of power is pure magic. It would be great if there is anything discovered."

He would never have dared to think of such a bold move a year ago.

In fact, he originally wanted Professor Stewart and others to help make these fountains of power into gold galleons. After all, the fountain of power is no longer so precious to him. And the gold coins cast by goblins are not in the same style.

It is difficult to imitate. As long as you add the Fountain of Power according to the proportion, the cast can be said to be a real galleung.

But considering that it was counterfeit money after all, and the first victim was the individual wizard, Erwin finally gave up on this unethical idea.

Of course, the fundamental reason was that he discovered that the goblins numbered each galleon, and there were no pure fools in this world.

Anyway, if you sell it directly to the drugstore, you will get half of the profit, he comforted himself.

Time passed quickly, and two days passed in the blink of an eye. An old man with white hair appeared in the courtyard of Stewart's house.

It's Dumbledore, he's here as promised.

"Good morning, Miss Granger." He smiled and said to the stunned Hermione.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Erwin opened the door and said, "Can we set off?"

"No rush, I suggest you bring your luggage. We will spend a lot of time there."

Erwin immediately went back to the house to pack some clothes, pulled his suitcase and came out.

He didn't ask Dumbledore where he was taking him. He would find out soon anyway, so he might as well keep it a surprise.

After saying hello to Professor Stewart and Mrs. Granger, Erwin walked towards Dumbledore, who began to use Apparition.

Dumbledore's mastery of this teleportation spell was almost incomparable. He didn't need to touch Erwin. After a few seconds, the boy noticed that the surrounding environment had changed drastically.

In front of him is an ordinary hut, behind him is the endless wilderness, and next to him is a man in a wheelchair.

He was very thin, too old to tell his age, and his skin was as white as his hair. Just looking at him, Erwin couldn't help but think of a word:

Dry bones in the grave.

"Good morning, Master Flamel," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Flame?" Erwin suddenly felt that the name was a bit familiar, but before he could think about it carefully, Dumbledore said again: "You have destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone?"

The man in the wheelchair nodded very laboriously, as if this action would use up all his strength.

"I'm afraid you will regret it now." Dumbledore sighed.