The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

The time soon came to the end of July, everything was calm, and Erwin's life was really like that of an eleven-year-old kid on summer vacation.

Since he had moved into the house, a gas bill, nine advertisements and an invitation to Professor Stewart to attend a physics seminar in Bern had been stuffed into the mailbox at the door. As for the parchment envelope sealed with fire paint,

Not even a shadow.

With Erwin's strong mentality, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. During this period of time, he could neither exercise his kinetic energy granting ability nor try the spells Dipper said. Every moment was a waste of time.

Maybe we should find a way to attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic? According to Dipper, wizard children occasionally have trouble controlling their magic before entering school, and if there are serious consequences, the Ministry of Magic will take care of the consequences.

This is a good idea. Although it is risky, since the Ministry of Magic is a regular government, they should not do anything to Erwin. At most, they will erase his memory.

So the next step is to write a script so that you can reasonably demonstrate your magical talent, causing consequences that cannot be concealed but not so serious. At the same time, it is best to have a certain number of witnesses but not too many.

After careful consideration and denying the possibility of traffic accidents, self-defense, and acts of righteousness, Erwin finally focused his attention on a nearby indoor basketball court.

Every day here, a group of high school-age teenagers divide into two teams to fight against each other. It can be seen that they belong to the same group, and friction and fighting are naturally inevitable among the hot-blooded teenagers.

Erwin watched for two days and roughly figured out their names and relationships by eavesdropping on the conversation. Then he started to take action. When the basketball was about to be caught by a big red-haired man, Erwin exerted a little pressure on it.

Mechanical effects make it fly towards itself.

It's up to you, pushy Carol.

"Hey, throw the ball over here, you little weakling." The red-haired physique admirer shouted immediately when Erwin caught the ball.

Erwin snorted disdainfully. His disdain was genuine. He raised his hand at the opponent and shot the ball lightly. The basketball flew over half the distance of the court and entered the basket.

Everyone was shocked. Most of the young players subconsciously said exclamations with vulgar meanings, but no one noticed that the parabola of the basketball just violated the laws of physics.

Erwin raised his chin at Carol. His purpose was to make the other person bully him, so naturally he would do it no matter how hard he wanted to be beaten.

Carol's anger was immediately aroused, and it looked like she was going to crack her knuckles and give Erwin a hard blow at the next moment.

Erwin is fearless, and as long as he takes a punch, he can counterattack reasonably, which is exactly what he expects.

But another tall boy stepped in between the two of them and said, "Carol, bullying a child is not a honorable thing."

Carol snorted coldly.

"Can I play ball with you?" Erwin said inappropriately.

The tall boy was a little surprised. "Shooting a long-range three-pointer by luck doesn't mean you have the ability to play with us." He shrugged.

Erwin didn't say much, motioning to give him the ball, and then, in full view of everyone, he once again threw the ball into the basket across most of the court. At that moment, the stadium was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the ball grazing the net.

The tall boy took a deep breath. It was obvious that twice in a row could no longer be called luck. "You can join." He said realistically.

"Then I'll join your team." Erwin pointed at Carroll, "He is my opponent."

"No problem." The tall boy said happily, "I'm Jim, this is the Swordfish team, and Carroll leads the Megalodon team."

In the next half hour, Irvine's performance was shocking. No matter where he was, as long as the ball came into his hands, there would be an 80% probability of entering the basket within five seconds at most. The reason why it wasn't

One hundred percent because Erwin felt that he needed to be more modest and not be too high-profile.

Soon the basketball confrontation changed its form. The Swordfish tried their best to pass the ball to Erwin, while the Megalodon tried to form a wall to block him, but this did not have much effect.

As a result, the Swordfish led by a full forty points at the end of the game.

"Please be sure to apply for our Walding Middle School!" Jim said excitedly and incoherently, "You will definitely be admitted directly, and the principal will apply for the highest level sports scholarship for you!"

On the other side, Carol's face was gloomy. Erwin had provoked him at least twenty times in the past thirty minutes.

Sure enough, when others were leaving one after another, Carol approached Erwin, who was deliberately dilly-dallying, and said, "You cheated."

"Do you think we are playing pool?" Erwin fully demonstrated his high IQ sense of superiority, looking at the other party as if he were looking at some low-IQ creature.

"You must have cheated." Carroll was stubborn, "Basketball shouldn't fly like that."

"Aha, how do you think you should fly? Mr. Red Baboon? I bet you a pound that you can't even explain what the acceleration of gravity is."

Carol's fists were clenched, and his face gradually turned red. This was due to the surge of blood caused by anger.

Come on, let go of your anger, Erwin thought to himself.

However, at this time, a blond girl patted Carol on the shoulder, "It's time to go, sweetheart, there is no need to worry about a child."

The constipated look on Erwin's face flashed, "Is this your girlfriend? She doesn't look very smart," he looked at the girl critically, "It would be so stupid if you gave birth to a child.

The genes will be passed down. Although the modern social system guarantees that you have such rights, it is really not a good thing for the entire human race..."

With Erwin's unremitting efforts, Carol's anger threshold was completely exceeded, and a fist as big as a casserole came directly towards Erwin's face.

"Shut up, San'ofubichi!"

Erwin tilted his head. Of course, he did not completely avoid it, but let his forehead receive the punch that should have hit the eye socket. However, it was still uncomfortable. He only felt a buzzing in his head and staggered back several times.

He stepped forward and barely managed to keep from falling by supporting the ground with his hands. There was a large bruise on his forehead.

No matter how amazing his will and intelligence are, they cannot change the fact that his body is just that of a delicate twelve-year-old boy.

Erwin naturally heard what Carol was saying, and the keyword search was successful. He stood up unsteadily, cried with sincerity, and shouted loudly enough that most people around him could hear it.

road:

"I won't allow you to insult my mother!"

The next moment, Carroll flew up like a basketball under the influence of a huge force. When he came to his senses, he found that his back was against the backboard and his fat buttocks were stuck in the basket.

He started screaming because his butt really hurt, and only then did his little blond girlfriend react. A high-pitched scream echoed in the arena, causing everyone to look around and see the girl stuck in the basket.

Carol.

It was chaos.

What would a kid who got into a big trouble do at this time? Of course he wouldn't stay here to observe his masterpiece. Erwin took advantage of the opportunity before many people noticed him and ran away, trotting back home.

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The wait lasted for more than six hours. It was so long that Erwin began to wonder if the Ministry of Magic had once again overestimated its efficiency. They might not even be able to find him as the culprit.

Fortunately, the doorbell rang at this time.

Erwin opened the door a crack and looked outside. Outside was a group of people wearing formal clothes, but the style and material of their clothes seemed to be from fifty years ago.

"Hello, kid." The leader, a somewhat stout red-haired middle-aged man, tried his best to put on a friendly expression with his facial features, "Did you go to an indoor basketball stadium this morning?"

"No." Erwin denied immediately, with obvious fear and nervousness in his voice.

The nervousness was not fake, Erwin's mind was rapidly reviewing his previous plans, what would he do if the people from the Ministry of Magic wanted to deport him or erase his memory.

But none of these fears have come true.

"Dishonest kid," the man smiled, "We know it's you, but don't be afraid, we won't do anything to you."

Erwin still looked at them warily.

"We'd better wait for his parents to come back, Arthur." Someone behind him said.

They seemed to have come at a good time, because it happened to be when Professor Stewart was off work, and he was basically in charge of the labs at Clayton University. The old man didn't drive himself and commuted to get off work by subway.

When Professor Stewart walked into the courtyard, he was quite surprised by the sudden appearance of such a group of people at his door, but then he noticed that Erwin had opened the door and winked at him.

Ordinary people's overall impression of scientists is that they are upright and inflexible. Professor Stewart was indeed like this in the past, but he has learned a lot from Erwin in the past few years.

The old man put on a confused expression, "Excuse me, are you..."

"I am Arthur Weasley, Director of the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts. This matter is not my responsibility originally, but the task list of the Department of Misuse of Magic is at least twenty feet long, so it is our responsibility to deal with this.

emergency... long story short, this kid put a seventeen-year-old boy into the basket this morning..."

Professor Stewart was rightfully shocked, "What? Then I have to apologize for Erwin, but did I hear wrongly? You just said he stuffed another boy into the basket?"

"Yes, I think you should be aware of your child's magical talent."

"I really may not know." Stewart said very seriously: "This child has lived in Ethiopia for twelve years, and I became his guardian less than a month ago. The Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts sounds strange.

Is there such a department in the British government?”

This acting was already up to par, as if he really didn't know the existence of magic at all. Erwin almost gave him a thumbs up.

Arthur Weasley sighed, "Offended." He took out his wand and pointed it at Professor Stewart. After a few seconds, the professor floated uncontrollably, "That's how he stuffed that poor fat boy's ass.

It's magic, and he has the talent."

Professor Stewart said nothing, he seemed stunned.

Mr. Weasley waved his wand and put Professor Stewart down. "The memories of the fat boy and all witnesses have been modified. No one will remember what happened. Hogwarts will send the child an admission letter soon."

, that is the only magic school in the UK, where he will learn how to control and effectively use his talents, but before that, I hope you will not let him have any big mood swings, and it is best not to interact with ordinary Muggles again.

touch."

Erwin suppressed the excitement in his heart. He went through all this trouble just to hear this sentence. However, it was only less than six hours. These people from the Ministry of Magic were able to contact the people in Ethiopia while erasing the memories of more than a hundred people.

Confirm the situation, collect Erwin's information, contact Hogwarts and get a response from the other party?

Or maybe there is no such complicated process at all. According to Mr. Arthur Weasley, the Ministry of Magic is really short of manpower. In this case, there is absolutely no reason to pay too much attention to the admission qualifications of an immigrant child.

Fortunately, I had made so many preparations and even learned some Amharic. Erwin wanted to laugh for a moment. But no matter what, he finally pushed the iron door open a crack.

As for what Arthur Weasley and Professor Stewart said later, Erwin didn't care. After sending away these Ministry of Magic officials, Professor Stewart shook his head at Erwin, "Your plan is actually not that clever.

, you should discuss it with me."

"At least it was successful, wasn't it?" Erwin lay down on the sofa.

"Having said that, since they have the ability to add you to the admission list, it proves that our conjecture is correct. The Ministry of Magic is indeed preventing the higher classes in secular society from accessing magic."

"The idea is wonderful, but the loopholes in their system are also easy to exploit. This may also show that the Ministry of Magic is not an efficient government." Erwin shrugged.

This seems to be a good thing for him, at least for now.