The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Please come in." A male voice with a raised tone came from inside.

Erwin opened the door and saw a huge portrait on the wall. The person in the painting was sitting behind a desk nearby. The two faces with the same standard sunshine were like two walls.

Blocked in front of his eyes, his smile was simply dazzling.

Erwin felt dizzy for a moment.

"What's the matter, young man?"

Erwin briefly explained the reason for his visit.

"Ah, I know you are a talented and ambitious little guy. Your Muggle background makes you unwilling to be inferior to others and want to gain fame as soon as possible?" The man with blond hair stood up naturally and held his hand cordially.

Putting his hand on Erwin's shoulders.

"Children of your age are eager to prove themselves," he continued: "Just come to me. I can teach you some feasible methods... You should know who I am, right?"

"……Feel sorry."

"It's okay," the professor of defense class sighed, "you can ask other students later."

It seems that he is very famous.

"Well, Professor, I'm just here to make up for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course last school year." Erwin said.

The first impression this man gave him was not good. Compared to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, he obviously lacked self-cultivation and magnanimity, and he did not seem to be very intelligent.

However, people should not be judged by their appearance, so Erwin had reservations for now.

"The results of last semester?" The man was obviously stunned.

Erwin briefly talked about how he missed the final exam because of a special study.

"Well, although I didn't teach you in the last school year, it is indeed within the scope of my responsibilities. Then..." The man walked back to his desk in a very chic manner and took out a book from the drawer.

A piece of parchment paper.

"Buy all these books, then read them all, choose one and write an essay on its contents. This will be your final exam of the previous school year." The man waved his hand, regardless of Erwin's opinion.

"Breaking with the Female Ghost", "Traveling with the Ghoul", "Traveling with the Vampire"... Erwin looked at the titles listed on the parchment and tilted his head slightly, feeling a little confused.

It looks like a popular fantasy novel rather than a rigorous academic work.

And these books are all written by the same author, Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Lockhart," Neville told Erwin in a daze before going to bed at night, "is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It is said that he is a wizard with legendary experiences and has written many, many, many, many, many books.

Popular book…”

Erwin finally remembered where he had seen that blond man. When he first entered Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in Diagon Alley, he saw a row of this signature charming smile on the bookshelf.

"Are all the students going to buy his whole set of books?" Erwin asked.

"Yes, my grandma is very unhappy. She thinks it is a waste of money."

The second-year curriculum at Hogwarts basically uses the textbooks from the first-year class, but suddenly you have to buy so many books for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which is indeed a considerable additional expense for ordinary families.

There are a total of seven Lockhart books on the list. The average price of each book is three galleons, and the author gets half of the royalties. If every student at Hogwarts buys a set, then Lockhart himself can directly have five books.

Six thousand galleons of income.

Didn't this person come to Hogwarts as a professor just to sell books?

As soon as he woke up, Erwin went to the Forbidden Forest before dawn, unfolded Flamel's hut, and worked in the alchemy room all morning.

At noon, he went to the owl loft and found his eagle owl Sabi. He didn't take it back during the summer vacation. This beast had lived a happy life here for almost half a year, and was served by Hagrid with delicious food and drinks every day.

Erwin used a thin metal wire to tie a rune stone around Sabi's neck. "If this stone gets hot from now on, I will take the initiative to come to Gryffindor Tower to take over the work. Do you understand?" he said as he went.

I picked up Sabi's wings and wanted to see how fat the fat chicken had become.

The eagle owl screamed in protest.

This rune stone is what Erwin spent a whole morning on. It is a simple long-distance sensor, and all the rune codes were carved by him himself. In the future, he will not have to come to the owl shed when he wants Sabi to send something.

After tying the list of required books to Sabi's leg, Erwin patted her head gently, "Let's get to work, go to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in Diagon Alley."

He went back to Hogwarts for lunch, but after entering the Great Hall, Erwin realized that he had not managed his time well. The dinner time was already over, and now there was dessert on the table.

That's okay, Erwin plans to just eat something to deal with it.

"This way, this way!" A white hand was raised, Melanie greeted Erwin, gesturing for him to sit in the empty seat next to her, where the plate was filled with steaks, French fries and pies.

The Hogwarts dining table has a two-way spatial relationship with the kitchen, and I don’t know what method Melanie used to prevent the food from being sent back to the kitchen as leftovers.

"I saw that you missed your meal, so I gave you some fluid." Melanie said with a smile, the girl's eyebrows were picturesque.

Are you starting to please me now? Erwin tilted his head slightly.

He was not polite and just sat down and started eating as quickly as possible. Melanie supported her head with her hands and just looked at him. From time to time, she helped with small things like pouring pumpkin juice or passing pepper shakers.

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Ron, who happened to be sitting on the other side and watching all this, was so stunned that he even forgot to eat his pudding, "Didn't you just confess yesterday? Why is it like this today? Did you make progress so fast?"

"You misunderstood." Erwin didn't even look up.

Melanie said nothing and smiled sweetly.

Ron didn't know for a moment whether he was feeling sour or cooperative, he could only eat his own pudding.

After filling his stomach, Erwin suddenly looked at Melanie, "What do you think of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Lockhart?"

Melanie was stunned, "He, he should be said to be a pretty good comedian." There was a hint of disdain in the cold voice.

"How do you say that?" Erwin became interested.

"He is deliberately using acting skills and lies to create an image of himself as an omnipotent legendary wizard."

"How did you determine that the image he created was false?"

"He brought some Cornish elves to his first class, and it turned out that he couldn't even deal with these little things that basically caused no actual harm. Since then, Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in all grades have become 'Lockhart'

Complete Reading Seminar'."

Erwin nodded, this is indeed outrageous.

Melanie suddenly lowered her voice and moved closer to Erwin, "Did you know that he has a book called "Traveling with a Vampire"?"

"I'm a little impressed." Erwin began to eat the dessert.

"That book is about his encounter with a vampire who calls himself Lord Leininger. There is indeed such a person in the Vampire Clan. His appearance and title are all correct. The description of the Vampire Clan in the book is generally correct." Mei.

Rani paused, "But the problem is, Lord Lightning died sixty years ago."

"Interesting." Erwin nodded slightly.

Gilderoy Lockhart was only forty years old at most, and Erwin already had a rough idea of ​​what this man was.

When poor Lockhart accepted the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, he probably had no idea that there was a real vampire in the school.

Erwin suddenly glanced at Melanie again. Did this woman reveal her age unintentionally? "Are you familiar with that Lord Lightningz?" he asked casually.

"I've only met a few times. There are not many high-level vampires. Almost all of them know each other."

Erwin had already finished everything on the plate and stood up to leave, "Where are you going this afternoon?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Erwin said politely, yet distantly.

This level of flattery is useless. Erwin will not be affected in any way, but he is quite curious about how long-term this female vampire has perseverance and what price she is willing to pay.

Melanie looked a little aggrieved.

After walking out of the auditorium, Erwin planned to go to the Forbidden Forest. He had no choice but to have enough space to spread out Flamel's cabin unobtrusively.

Halfway through, he saw the administrator Filch holding a mop and a leveler, struggling to clean the stains on the door.

There was laughter not far away, and several more large dung eggs were thrown over, coating the ground with a smelly yellow layer.

Filch was so angry that he roared angrily, but the students had already run away and couldn't even see their faces clearly.

After a few years at Hogwarts, most students will discover that Filch, the administrator, doesn't actually have any magical abilities.

He's a squib.

Children with magical talents may be born among ordinary people, and people without magical abilities may appear in wizard families due to the gradual thinning of blood. Losing magical abilities is the biggest fear for wizards, so the entire wizarding society is full of people who are afraid of squibs.

Even the Hogwarts admission brochure will proudly state: The recognition rate of Squibs is 100%.

This is actually not a fairy tale world. Talent and bloodline have already determined many things. If you are born with good magic talent, everything you come into contact with since childhood will naturally be bright and warm.

If Erwin had not had that encounter in Wyrmrest Sanctuary, he would not have been so valued by Dumbledore, let alone meet Nico Flamel before his death and receive his last teachings. This is the reality.

How could a person without magical abilities control the little wizards at Hogwarts? No wonder Filch never looked down upon the students. He couldn't even handle Peeves. The only thing he could rely on was his

He has nothing but the intimidation power brought by his position.

Naturally, Filch cannot be responsible for the cleaning of this school alone. After dark, the house elves will come out to work, but Filch still has to personally clean up the stains left by the students' play. This is actually

A declaration of his authority.

It's actually quite sad. Filch, who is hated by many students, is essentially just a poor person.

Erwin watched silently for a while, remembering the desolate figure of the man struggling to clean alone.