The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

"It seems that you are very dissatisfied with our deal?"

Erwin sat unceremoniously on Lockhart's luxurious office chair and put his legs up on his desk.

Lockhart forced out a stiff smile and scolded this little brat for not following the rules. You must know that the current magical society is still very stable and harmonious. Except for the vicious dark wizards, ordinary wizards should have good relations with each other.

People who have basic goodwill toward each other should try to avoid applying magic to each other without consent. This is basic social etiquette.

It is precisely because of this that Lockhart can attack other wizards with a single Oblivion Charm, and then use their stories to frighten others.

But this boy is a barbarian! He was born as a Muggle, so he doesn't follow the rules agreed upon by wizards at all. As a student, he dared to directly take advantage of the professor, and even shrewdly cast an armor charm on himself before entering the office!

How could he be so cunning! Why didn't he just get an oblivion spell? Then he only needed to modify the memory of another girl, Melanie, and everything would be fine!

Gilderoy Lockhart could not have guessed that Erwin's armor was permanently protected.

"Well," he forced a smile, "I think we may have some misunderstanding."

"You mean that I misunderstood you as a rule-abiding person?" The paper knife on the table opened automatically, and the blade with a cold light flew up and pressed tightly against Lockhart's neck.

"No, no, no." Lockhart was a little panicked and spoke quickly, "I've prepared everything you want, and it's all there."

He motioned to the cabinet next to him with his eyes. There was a metal box there.

Erwin opened it, and yes, there was the poisonous medicinal material he wanted.

"It seems that you have made two preparations. But this cannot cover up the fact that you are trying to break the rules." He walked closer slowly, "Originally, it would not be difficult for you after the transaction is completed, but now... breaking the rules

People must pay the price."

"No, it's really a misunderstanding." Lockhart grimaced. "Okay, okay, it's my fault. I can give you Galleons. Enough Galleons. How many Galleons do you want?"

Erwin ignored him, "I have all those notes of yours. Maybe I should choose one of them and send it to a certain writer of the Daily Prophet..."

"Don't!" If he hadn't been unable to move, Lockhart would have knelt down to Erwin, "Classmate Frost, oh no, Mr. Frost, I will give you a thousand Galleons as compensation!"

This man values ​​reputation more than anything else.

He has written so many best-selling books, so he has naturally made a lot of money. Furthermore, he can use the forgetting spell to sneak attack some wizards and modify their memories, so it is easy to take their property as his own.

.

In short, this guy is a fat sheep.

But Erwin didn't intend to squeeze out just this little oil. "I'm not interested in Galleons," he said coldly.

"Then what do you want?" Lockhart asked desperately.

Erwin looked at this embarrassed man. What is the most valuable asset for a wizard? It is knowledge. And does Lockhart possess such wealth?

Of course there is.

"Tell me about the forgetting spell you used."

"What?" Lockhart was a little confused.

Erwin released his control over him and looked at him condescendingly, "You are now a professor at Hogwarts, so you have the obligation to impart my knowledge. Now, please tell me how you modify others.

Memories without letting them notice."

Conventional forgetting spells can only erase part of the memory, and the person being casted will have an obvious feeling of memory gap. Lockhart can not only sneak attack wizards who are much stronger than him with just one hand of the forgetting spell, but can even modify them.

memories without them noticing.

This can already be said to be a unique skill.

Lockhart's eyes were a little evasive. He vaguely talked about some insignificant key points of the incantation, and then Erwin blurred it into his portrait again.

"You can't fool me. I know what the spell looks like."

Lockhart was about to cry. Where did this monster come from? Is it really a second-year student?

"Okay, let me tell the truth." Lockhart counted weakly: "The real situation is that when I use the Oblivion Curse, I will use some means of the Soul-Impering Curse. No, no, no, this does not mean that I know the Soul-Imperius Curse.

, just using some similar means, just means..."

The Imperius Curse? Erwin's expression moved slightly.

Thanks to the collection of books in Flamel's cabin, Erwin is not ignorant of black magic now. The three unforgivable curses, the Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Avada Kedavra Curse, are essentially related to

soul.

What exactly is the soul? Is it thinking? Is this right or wrong? Based on Erwin's observations of the ghosts in Hogwarts in the past two years, he can roughly draw an inference that the main body of the soul may be memory, or

It is said that memory is the basis for the existence of the soul and an important part of the soul.

Ghosts are like the crystallization of the memory of the deceased. All they can save are the memories of their lifetime. A typical example is the nearly headless Nick who clearly remembers how many servants he had during his lifetime, but he cannot name any Gryffindor from a hundred years ago.

The name of the student. And when you talk to ghosts, the intelligence you feel is more like they are reenacting certain scenes in their lives.

Therefore, it is effective to use the Oblivion Curse in a similar way to the Imperius Curse.

"Tell me more about it." He put Lockhart down again.

Sure enough, no wizard should be underestimated.

Although it was just a spell, it was not easy to explain it clearly. Time passed quickly, and Lockhart's mouth was so dry that he couldn't even eat lunch.

During this period, Erwin had been occupying his luxurious office chair, while Lockhart, as the lecturer, stood like a poor student, but he dared not speak out.

"Well, I'm going to teach the fourth grade students soon..."

Erwin looked like he was concentrating on thinking. At this time, Lockhart had almost finished what he should say, so Erwin waved his hand casually.

Lockhart was relieved. He now had a very obvious fear of this young man.

He had dropped his wand to the side before, and had never had the chance to pick it up. At this time, he realized that Erwin's attention was not on him. After hesitating for a while, he carefully took the wand back into his hand.

Erwin seemed to still be thinking.

It was another opportunity, and Lockhart was filled with fear for a moment. "Everything is forgotten!" he shouted, and at the same time he cast the spell with all his strength.

However, under the light produced by the armor curse, his face turned pale again.

Erwin turned his head, as if there was a storm hidden under his calm eyes.

"You are breaking the rules again, Mr. Lockhart."

Gilderoy Lockhart felt breathless. The boy in front of him seemed completely invincible, putting great pressure on him. "I will compensate... I will compensate..." he repeated mechanically.

Five minutes later, Erwin left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with a bulging money bag.

Lockhart actually carried nearly two thousand galleons with him. Is it possible to make money by writing books?

After all, he was still a professor at Hogwarts, and it was impossible for Erwin to really hurt him. Since this guy valued fame and wealth so much, he would rob him of his wealth, fine him, and justfully rip him off.

Even the most basic magic research consumes a lot of resources, and Galleons are never too many.

Of course, he deliberately made Lockhart think he had a chance to fight back, and every failure would weaken the guy's will, making him easier to control.

I'm really not a good person, Erwin shook his head and sighed, then unfolded part of the cube formed by the folding of Flamel's hut in a deserted place, and threw the money bag in.

get out of class was over at this time, and the first-year Gryffindors were crowded in the corridor. Erwin walked through the crowd and found the little red-haired girl.

"Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?" he asked in a low voice.

Ginny shook her head slightly.

It seemed that she had no sequelae after being possessed by the soul in the diary. This should be because the contact time was relatively short.

"Don't tell anyone what happened last night. This is to protect you." Erwin continued to warn.

Just as Ginny was about to say something, a voice came from behind her, "What are you whispering about?"

Erwin turned around and saw Ron with a rather unkind expression.

"It's nothing important." Erwin smiled slightly and walked away.

Far away from the Weasley brothers and sisters, Erwin saw Melanie leaning against a wall pillar at the corner of the corridor. Although she was still in the form of a girl, the boys passing by couldn't help but take a second look at her.

"Let's go." Erwin said.

After obtaining the medicine from Lockhart, the bloodline spreading plan can be officially launched, and last night's loot, the diary and the basilisk head also need to be processed and studied.

There are a lot of things to do, and we can't do it without the help of this female vampire.

Following the already very familiar route, the two walked out of Hogwarts Castle and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

There is no other way, only there can the Flamel cabin be unfolded inconspicuously.

"You're just going to let those 'tails' follow you?" Melanie suddenly said to Erwin midway.

"There's no rush." ​​Erwin said calmly.

Someone was following them, hiding their appearance, using a trick that was much lower level than the Disguise Spell, and the technique was so clumsy that they didn't even need to pay attention to discover their presence.

A stalker of this level can basically be said to pose no threat.

After passing Hagrid's hut, they entered the Forbidden Forest, and then went further into the Forbidden Forest. The people who followed them finally couldn't bear it any longer.

"You guys, stop for me!"

Erwin stopped and turned around. Unsurprisingly, he saw Brother Malfoy, his two followers, and a senior Slytherin student. The invisibility trick should have been performed by him.

.

"How dare you ignore the school rules and enter the Forbidden Forest so brazenly. The lowly Mudbloods never obey the rules!" He turned to look at the senior student, "Prefect Eisner, what do you think?"

Erwin was quite surprised that this second generation ancestor turned out to be smart and knew how to borrow the school's rules and regulations.

"Five points from Gryffindor," said the gloomy Slytherin prefect.

Although he is a prefect, he seems to have become the weakling of the Malfoy family.

"Only five points?" Brother La's classmate was quite dissatisfied, "I want to tell my dad that as a school director, he will never allow a low-level Muggle student to be so presumptuous. Just wait to be expelled, El.

Vin Frost." He looked over with contempt.

Erwin looked calm, "You seem to admire your father very much?"

"Of course."

"Then did your father teach you not to meddle in other people's business?"