The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

If you want to thoroughly master a certain knowledge, you must study systematically and comprehensively. Erwin did take advantage of it before, and his knowledge of magic text was still at a very superficial stage.

But after he really started learning from the most basic content, he discovered that the magic text was much more complicated than he thought. Even if he just wanted to completely master the theoretical basis, it was very difficult and time-consuming.

It's like learning a little bit of the basic Taylor formula of calculus and being able to solve certain problems, and you were even a little complacent, but suddenly found that you couldn't even prove that one plus one equals two.

The ocean of knowledge is so vast, Erwin is like a little turtle that has just hatched, still flopping on the beach.

Fortunately, Erwin found that his memory and understanding abilities seemed to have improved, and he even only needed three or four hours of sleep a day to maintain strong energy.

So he took some time to study the changes in his body. Since blood grafting was only a transformation of the hematopoietic system, there was no change in strength and resistance to blows, but the improvement in endurance and self-recovery ability was astonishing.

This made his learning efficiency ridiculous, but it also brought more pain - studying intensively for more than ten hours a day is really not a human life.

And these days lasted for more than a month.

Erwin has reached the point where he can see a lot of letters with his eyes closed, and he is really going crazy.

But the learning progress is still not very satisfactory, because the total amount is too large, and just reading and memorizing the content is still far from complete mastery.

Erwin could only lower his own psychological expectations. It didn't matter if he couldn't meet Master Flamel's requirements. It was really not easy to have the opportunity to learn such detailed and complete basic knowledge of magic literature.

In September, the new semester at Hogwarts began, but Erwin couldn't go back to school yet. He was struggling with an ancient magic dictionary that was thousands of pages thick.

But he didn't know that the way he was studying hard was being displayed by a crystal ball and being watched by two old men.

"This kid has a pretty good character," Nico Flamel said.

"Be cautious but decisive, curious but not greedy. If he can stay like this, I won't be surprised at how high his magical attainments are." Dumbledore nodded slightly.

He turned to look at Nico Flamel, "Will this child's blood help you?"

"No." Flamel shook his head, without any special emotion in his tone, "Neither the young dragon nor his own blood will have any effect on my old body. Maybe hundreds of years ago I might still have some

I think about it, but now my body is no different from a corpse...and you also know that this is not just a physical problem."

"It's a pity. Your departure will be a huge loss to the entire magical world."

"Ha," Flamel sneered, "My departure will be a loss to the magic world? Most of my achievements were made in the past two hundred years. What is the difference between me now and the name on the tombstone? Since then,

The moment I destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, I was ready to say goodbye to this world. This will will never waver. I've had enough."

He paused and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly again, "I once had an unparalleled desire for eternal life, but in the end, I found that eternal life is actually a curse. There is no vitality, no new wisdom or new thinking, and the memory gradually fades.

The body is just in a state of old age, and living like this is worse than a ghost, at least they will not be trapped in a wheelchair."

Dumbledore just sighed.

However, at this moment, Flamel suddenly changed the subject, "What about you, Albus? Do you also feel that your end is approaching? The elixir of life has no effect on you, does it?"

His dim eyes suddenly became very sharp.

"Since I borrowed the Philosopher's Stone from you, I have never thought of hiding this from you." Dumbledore said easily and calmly: "There have been many great wizards in this world, and they could not refuse the invitation of death. In essence,

I have nothing against such an ending, no one can survive, but before that I still have two things to deal with, to make up for my mistakes back then, and to pass on the responsibilities I bear."

Flamel looked at the crystal ball, "So this little guy is the one you plan to pass on the responsibility to? With the strength of his soul and the original dragon bloodline, the specific lifespan may no longer be measured in hundreds of years, so you can

Aren't you afraid that he will become a bigger 'fault'?"

"Some mistakes are never made twice," Dumbledore said calmly.

Erwin knew nothing about this conversation. He was struggling desperately on the edge of the sea of ​​magic text knowledge. Another week passed, and his little turtle finally succeeded in entering the water.

Closing the ancient magic dictionary, Erwin took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He felt like he needed to sort it out.

He once thought that the magic text was an accessory to the magic spell, but in fact it was not. Making a certain spell have a constant effect on an item was just one of the functions of the magic text.

In fact, the magic text itself can form a very complete system.

Not only does the spell have a corresponding magic text, but every substance has a corresponding magic text code. It took Erwin half a day to successfully create a gram of gold using a set of magic text codes.

It is not a transformation of matter, but a gram of gold created out of thin air.

The generation of matter at the atomic level.

This forced Erwin to re-stabilize his worldview.

Does it mean that every substance, and every rule of change of substance and energy, has a corresponding magic text code?

Do the substances and rules correspond to the magic text code, or... is it a specific code that expresses the substances and rules?

Is it possible that this world... is essentially made up of a bunch of magic texts?

Erwin rubbed his temples, why do he always have such terrible thoughts? Is it because of that memory that he always doubts the authenticity of the world?

For the next week, Erwin no longer read the books in detail, but searched wherever possible, hoping to find evidence that could refute his conjecture in Flamel's collection of books.

But it didn't.

Erwin felt a little uneasy. At his insistence, Nico Flamel accepted his question impatiently, but after hearing his question, he was a little stunned.

He did not reprimand Erwin for trying to speculate on the truth of the world with only a little knowledge.

"You mean, it's a series of magic script codes that form matter, determine order, and build this world?"

"I was just guessing." Erwin said honestly.

"Then who used these words as codes to create this world?"

"There is no way to know, but compared to the simple conclusion that most people support that the magic text is the text used by the original dragon, my argument should be closer to the lowest level of truth."

"Are you challenging the magic writing masters of thousands of years, including me?" Flamel narrowed his eyes slightly.

"How is it possible?" Erwin shook his head, "But only by forming new understandings and overturning wrong old conclusions can the research on magic texts progress."

"Do you have any direct evidence to support your point of view?" Flamel pondered.

"No, but I can't find any evidence to the contrary, so I'm just guessing."

The master alchemist fell into deep thought, and Erwin's hypothesis seemed to have a great impact on him. He was silent for a long time, and then drove the wheelchair away without saying a word.

When night came, Esmeralda told Erwin that her master wanted him to go to the alchemy room.

"The master's condition is a little abnormal," she said.

This extra sentence made Erwin a little surprised. This artificial intelligence girl seemed to have awakened the emotional module? Or was it originally there but never showed it?

He walked to the door of the alchemy room. This place was previously a forbidden area for him and Flamel never allowed him to enter.

The door opened automatically.

A strong smell of blood hit his face, and Erwin was surprised to see two rows of instruments that looked like crystal coffins, but they were all damaged, and there was a bleeding corpse in each instrument.

What's even more strange is that these corpses are all young men with identical faces and bodies.

Flamel was at the other end of the alchemy room. The wheelchair turned around, and the master alchemist looked a little blank.

"Have you ever wondered what I have been doing these past hundreds of years?" he asked.

Erwin nodded.

"I am studying life, not the existing life, but the creation of life." Flamel said softly: "The research is divided into two parts. The first part is the study of souls and ways of thinking, tools that can act autonomously, and Ace.

Meralda is a subsidiary product of the research, and the second part is to create life forms, which are what you see, they are all copies of me when I was young."

"Muggles call this technology cloning. You are hundreds of years ahead of the curve. It's really amazing." Erwin said sincerely.

Flamel continued as if he hadn't heard what he said, "The elixir of life can only keep my soul from leaving this old body, and let my soul and body decay together. Such eternal life is tantamount to torture, so I think

Creating a new container to hold my soul was my original idea."

Erwin looked at the bodies on both sides.

"That's right, I didn't succeed in the end. No matter how exquisite the containers are, even if they are equivalent to me when I was young, I can't implant my soul into them. This will produce an unreasonable and powerful rejection phenomenon. On the contrary,

It would cause extremely serious damage to my soul."

Erwin listened with bated breath.

"I have made many attempts unwillingly. Until a year ago, I could no longer bear the cost of failed implantation. Now it seems that if I follow your hypothesis, what I am missing may be a core magic text code for the soul.

Adaptation to the body. But it doesn’t matter. I am completely tired of this world. Death is no longer a terrible thing for me, but is the best destination.

So I destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, and now I've destroyed all the containers, just waiting for the last moment."

Erwin didn't know what to say for a moment. Should he comfort the alchemist master? From what position should he comfort him?

"But when I think about it carefully, I feel a little reluctant after all." Flamel murmured: "If I were not obsessed with eternal life and focused my research on other aspects, would I have obtained more meaningful results? Instead of like this

Hundreds of years were wasted. But there is no point thinking about it now, Erwin Frost, I called you here to tell you that I recognize you as my last apprentice."

He did not ask for the boy's opinion, but directly announced it. Erwin could not object, and he even couldn't hold back his excitement.

"Originally, I didn't plan to accept any more students, but you are indeed special. Compared to your intellectual talent and bloodline, what surprises me most is your unique perspective on seeing things."

Flamel looked directly at the boy, while Erwin took a deep breath. He finally gained the approval of the master alchemist.

"In the rest of my time, I will teach you as much as possible, which can be regarded as an investment. If the foundation of this world is the magic text code, it means that the status of magic text is far above magic spells and potions.

It can even be said to cover both. If you can prove your conjecture, it will be an epoch-making research result. As long as wizards still exist in the future, your name will not be forgotten.

At that time, perhaps my greatest contribution to magic research was to become your mentor."