The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

A small car with a very vintage look rushed out of the jungle and sped straight in the direction Erwin expected.

After all, there is essentially only one road here, which leads directly to the pit.

The top of the pit was camouflaged, and a car probably wouldn't have the intelligence to recognize the trap, so with a loud noise, it fell directly into the pit, raising a large cloud of dust.

Prey caught.

However, a more violent engine roar came from the pit, which seemed to make people feel the anger that was building up and about to explode. In Erwin's rather surprised eyes, the tattered classic car suddenly jumped from five to five kilometers away.

It jumped out of the meter-deep pit, and neither the gravity runes nor the quicksand at the bottom of the pit could restrain it.

This car actually has the ability to jump? Or it may still retain part of its flying function, but in any case it is now out of trouble.

Erwin didn't have much time to think about what to do. He used his kinetic energy to throw a few rocks at the car. It didn't cause any substantial damage to it, but it successfully attracted its attention.

The Weasley family's classic car immediately understood that it was someone setting a trap. Its engine roared and rushed towards Erwin. It was difficult for its chassis to maintain a high speed on the bumpy ground.

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"Quasimodo!" Erwin shouted.

The tall bell-ringer showed an astonishing speed that was inconsistent with his size, and blocked Erwin almost instantly. He undoubtedly had advanced combat intelligence. When facing a rampaging car,

, he put down the hammer and bronze bell in his hand, and took off the cross from behind.

Erwin has observed this cross and knows that it is a solid iron lump, which means that the overall weight is calculated in tons. Quasimodo uses it as a mallet. Even if the complex magic words engraved on it are not considered, even an adult male

Even if an African elephant is touched, half of its body will be turned into pulp.

"Don't use..." Erwin only had time to say two words.

The top of the sharp-edged cross touched the front of the classic car, and a huge force exploded. The area immediately sunk in. The force continued to be transmitted, and the entire front of the car underwent an astonishing deformation. The forward momentum of the classic car stopped abruptly, and after a while

With a heart-wrenching sound of metal twisting, it flew backwards at a faster speed than when it came in, spun in the air for a circle and a half, and then fell back into the pit with a thud.

Erwin scratched his head, obviously he didn't have enough understanding of the bell ringer's combat capabilities. The overall weight of this classic car may not be as heavy as Quasimodo's cross club, and it was more than just killing a chicken with a sledgehammer.

Alas, what a mistake.

He looked at the bellringer puppet. This unattractive metal lump then put the cross back on his back and silently returned behind Erwin again.

Just the force of the blow just now was almost close to the hand-to-hand combat ability of an adult fire dragon.

After all, he is Master Flamel's guard puppet.

Erwin approached the pit and looked inside. The four wheels of the classic car were spinning toward the sky, like a turtle that had been turned upside down. It couldn't turn over no matter how hard it struggled. It looked like it was about to fall apart, and the front part of the car was being damaged.

Quasimodo was compressed to half of his original size after a cross.

Isn't this already scrapped?

Hagrid walked over panting with his hound. It was obvious that the hunt just now took a lot of effort on his part. The gamekeeper looked at the car in the pit, and then said for a moment, "Are you going to dismantle it?"

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He saw Quasimodo again and looked wary, "What is that?"

"The battle puppet arranged by Professor Dumbledore." Erwin brought out the almighty principal.

Hagrid believed it.

He took out his wand and turned the quicksand at the bottom of the pit back into soil. Erwin jumped into the pit with a slight jump. The invisible blade of the cutting spell extended on the wand. He planned to cut through the area that had been severely deformed and impossible to use in the normal way.

Open the hood and see if there are any parts inside that have not been completely destroyed.

However, when the invisible blade inserted into the gap next to the hood, Erwin noticed that the car trembled slightly.

"Still 'alive'?" Erwin was quite surprised. "If you want to be rescued, then show more signs." He tried to communicate with him.

The only taillight of the classic car that was still intact flashed a few times.

Erwin naturally saw it, "Interesting." He whispered to himself.

From a human perspective, this car is almost equivalent to a state where its head has been smashed into the chest, but even so it can still respond, which means that its self-awareness may not be related to the state of the car body.

Very strong correlation.

Then maybe it should be rescued.

The hood is not open for the time being, because it can be imagined that there is already a pile of scrap metal inside, and because the car is turned over, once the hood is opened, the scrap metal will inevitably spill to the floor.

Mr. Weasley's modifications to this classic car should be relatively limited. It is still basically a car. As long as the item itself does not involve magic or runes, the repair spell will have a very good effect, but only if it is cast.

The spell caster needs to have a very clear idea of ​​the item's intact condition.

Erwin must write to Professor Stewart and ask Uncle Felwood to check the model of this classic car and then send over its design drawings. This way, he can fully understand its structure and then successfully use the repair spell to repair it.

Until then, we can only let this dilapidated old car lie in this pit.

"In general, our goal has been achieved." Erwin raised his head and said to Hagrid: "This car will no longer disturb the peace of the Forbidden Forest, and the centaurs can rest assured."

The gamekeeper shrugged.

The matter about the car in the forbidden forest has come to an end for the time being.

One day later, Melanie also gave her bloodline diffusion plan, which seemed to be not difficult for her.

Inside Flamel's cabin, Erwin began to read the large text she had written on the parchment.

After reading it, he frowned slightly.

Looking up at Melanie, I found that this woman was drinking tea, looking very elegant and peaceful.

"Where did you get the tea set?" Erwin was a little surprised.

"Esmeralda gave it to me," Melanie said.

The corner of Erwin's mouth twitched. This woman did not regard herself as an outsider. She quickly learned how to control the artificial intelligence girl to satisfy her personal life enjoyment. The root of this was also in him. It was he who gave Melanie the gift of love in the Lemay cabin.

some of the permissions there.

Although it is jokingly called a "pet" level of authority, it can require Esmeralda to meet her daily needs.

"Speaking of which, these are antiques from hundreds of years ago." Melanie showed Erwin the exquisite porcelain tea cup lid.

Of course they are old antiques. Master Flamel did not need to eat or drink for the rest of his life and relied entirely on elixirs to survive. God knows when these tea sets were last used.

"Then where do your tea come from?" Erwin asked calmly.

Of course tea is provided at Hogwarts' student meals, but the whole pot of brewed tea is delivered directly to the dining table. Generally speaking, students do not have the opportunity to get dry tea leaves directly.

"Lockhart gave it to me. It is said that only the highest level wizard in India, the Tempura, is eligible to enjoy it. Do you want some?"

Melanie handed over the cup of tea she had drank from, looking completely nonchalant.

"No need." Erwin refused lightly. "Are you still dealing with that guy Lockhart? Is it interesting?"

"Interesting, he is really an interesting person." Melanie smiled.

Erwin shook his head slightly and returned his gaze to the parchment, "You listed more than a dozen highly toxic medicinal materials for me. Why did you add these things to the Red Dragon's Blood Potion?"

"What you want... is to allow your blood to penetrate into the roots of ordinary wizards' lives and improve their magical talents, right?" Melanie licked her moist lips.

"Yes, and this is my only request." Erwin nodded.

Based on the red dragon's blood potion, a brand new bloodline enhancing potion is created.

"You have to know that every living being has a 'barrier' inside its body. Only by breaking through this barrier can it affect the source of its life. And these poisons, in very small doses, can be combined with each other to temporarily paralyze them.

That barrier so your blood can work." Melanie continued.

Of course Erwin can understand, she should be talking about the immune system.

"But these highly toxic medicinal materials are restricted items." He frowned without relaxing, "It's almost impossible to buy them directly, and Hogwarts probably won't stock them."

"This is not a problem for me to consider." Melanie said lightly in a tooth-itching tone.

Erwin was silent.

After a while, Melanie spoke again, with a slight curve in the corner of her mouth, "If you beg me, I can tell you some special channels..."

"Our current means of contact with the outside world is basically owls. Do you think we can safely access those channels?" Erwin said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

This time Melanie was silent.

A lot of thoughts were racing through Erwin's mind. He was only a second-year student after all, and he was still a Muggle. He always had a lot of inconveniences in doing things. Not only was it impossible to buy these banned poisons, he even sold the red dragon he made.

It will also be difficult to earn galleons for the blood potion, and the Diagon Alley pharmacy will be very surprised where he got so many high-end potions.

So he needs a name, an identity, a holster, a reputation, is considered to be powerful, and preferably a professor at Hogwarts.

And they just happened to be talking about that one.

"I think that since you have been playing with Lockhart for so long, you should have a lot of information about him." Erwin looked at Melanie, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.