The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

In the real world, of course, there will be no line of text to indicate the purpose of the item, and a rarity color.

Therefore, the degree of utilization of an item mainly depends on the breadth of thinking.

With the size of this diary, even if it is unfolded, it cannot defend a large area, but this is not a problem. For example, it can be used as the core to make an automatic defense target drone, and a magic text program for detection and active interception can be written.

As long as you have an idea, you will always find the technology to implement it.

The only problem is the technical difficulty.

Erwin is also helpless. The new magic weapon and ring of rebuke conceived more than a month ago have only completed one-third of the work. The bloodline spreading plan has only just begun, and there is really no extra time.

After all, he is only one person.

Maybe we should consider setting up a laboratory? But where can we find a group of wizards who have enough thinking and understanding skills and who can be completely trusted?

Neville may be considered one, but the problem is that he can only be said to be an excellent second-year student at best. The intellectual development of a normal teenager always has a process. Even if Erwin gives him special training now, he cannot be short-term.

There is too much knowledge within.

Sure enough, the wizard himself is the most valuable thing.

Erwin felt that he didn't need to spend all his free time in Flamel's cabin. He should take some time to think about how to make more friends in the wizarding world.

Erwin couldn't imagine what the daily life of Britain's most powerful wizard was like, so he couldn't predict when Professor Dumbledore would return to school. This diary must be kept by him at least until Christmas.

It is impossible to say that he is not interested in the soul in the diary. There is a high possibility that it belongs to the Dark Lord from more than ten years ago. Erwin is very interested in chatting with him.

Of course, under the premise of absolute safety.

This diary can actually be said to be a relatively low-level Horcrux. It does not have much magic power, and the soul inside is not strong. Unless you completely open yourself to it, the soul inside can only communicate through words.

comminicate.

Ginny is just an eleven-year-old girl. Both her own magic power and the strength of her soul are very average. She certainly cannot draw much power from her. In other words, the soul in the diary still does not have much power at this time.

Many dangers.

So how should we communicate with them?

"Hello, Tom, I'm sorry that I accidentally killed your pet..."

It's impossible to get anything useful out of his mouth with such an opening statement.

Erwin began to think, if this Tom was indeed that Tom, who would he be most interested in?

A certain Boy Who Lived, of course.

He opened the diary and controlled the quill pen to write on the blank page from a distance.

"Start writing a diary today! There are not many classes today, but there are two classes with Slytherin students. Malfoy is still so annoying. I got a B in the Transfiguration test, which is not bad, a little better than Ron.

, Hermione is still A, she is really amazing. There will be a Quidditch match in a few days, I am a bit nervous, it would be too embarrassing to lose to Slytherin..."

That's right, just pretend that the person writing the diary now is Harry Potter who accidentally picked up this blank diary. Anyway, the soul inside has no ability to perceive and cannot recognize who is who.

After writing a paragraph, I stopped writing. After a few seconds, the words disappeared. The ink rolled on the page and finally condensed into a line of words.

"I can see that you have a lot of worries."

Erwin paused deliberately, "Who are you?" he wrote.

"Out of courtesy, you should give your name before asking others."

"My name is Harry Potter."

"I'm Tom Riddle."

"I seem to have seen your name in the Academy Cup."

"Yes, I also attended Hogwarts."

"Then you were transformed into a diary? I can ask Professor McGonagall to find a way to transform you back." Erwin acted very innocent and enthusiastic.

"Of course not," the words on the diary appeared quickly, and the soul inside seemed worried that it would fall into the hands of a certain professor, "I just copied part of my memory and left it in this diary."

Useful news, Erwin already knew before, memory and soul are inseparable.

"Then why are you doing this?"

"Just think of it as a kind of commemoration," the soul in the diary said lightly. "Where did you find this diary?" He asked instead.

"On the corridor outside the women's bathroom." Erwin said a place casually.

There are no more words on the diary. It's obvious that Riddle is thinking. After all, he doesn't know anything about what happened after he left Ginny. Let him make up his own mind about what happened.

"Can you tell me, anything strange happened recently, Harry?" A line of words appeared in the diary.

"Strange things? There are rumors that the Chamber of Secrets was opened and Filch's cat was attacked and turned to stone." Erwin pretended to be dumbfounded.

After a few more minutes, he said, "The words you wrote before indicate that you have a lot of troubles. If you are willing to listen to my suggestions, I would be happy to provide you with some help."

Riddle planned to show his charm and provide enthusiastic help to make the boy drop his guard against him.

Just like Ginny.

…

In the past two days, Malfoy has always had the urge to escape from Hogwarts.

Now, from the first grade to the seventh grade, all the students in the four major colleges know him. Although the surname Malfoy makes him naturally pursue fame, the fame he gained because of the underpants party...

Studying and life are relatively boring, and teenagers and girls are at a youthful and active age. This is a natural contradiction, so any new news spreads in school faster than imagined.

Now almost everyone knows that Master Malfoy has some special hobbies.

Although Eisner, who was in seventh grade, took most of the blame, because four people, including himself, remembered that it was him who provided the hallucinogen, and it was he who suggested going to "have fun". So the poor guy took the blame for Snape's

The professor was so angry that not only did he lose his title of prefect, but now even graduation seemed to be a problem.

But this didn't make Malfoy feel any better.

Slytherin students still maintain awe of his family, but students from other houses all have very strange looks in their eyes when they see Malfoy, which drives him crazy, and when he gets angry, those

The students' eyes looked even more strange.

It can't be cleaned at all.

At the end of herbal medicine class that day, Malfoy overheard two Hufflepuff girls whispering, "Brother Malfoy was against Harry Potter before, was it because he liked him..."

Malfoy was stunned. He doubted himself for the first time.

Then he got furious, how is this possible!

How could there be a problem with my sexual orientation!

In a few days, there will be the first Quidditch match of this semester, Slytherin versus Gryffindor. Malfoy is now the seeker of the Slytherin team. For the hero position, there is no doubt that the target is Harry Potter.

special.

His father Lucius Malfoy bought the latest broomstick Nimbus 2001 for the entire Slytherin team. The purpose of this was not only to show his goodwill to Snape, the dean of Slytherin, but also to drag Malfoy.

Build momentum.

But unfortunately, the effect of the Seven Broomsticks has been completely offset.

On the way back to the castle, classmate La Ge suddenly heard a soft call, "Master."

Malfoy looked over and saw a little gray guy standing in the shadow under the tree. It had a big nose and big eyes like glass beads.

That's his little elf.

"Dobby?" Brother Yan was stunned, "Why are you here?"

He looked around warily, then turned back and glared at Crabbe and Goyle, "What are you doing standing there? Stay here and don't let anyone else get close."

The two followers nodded hurriedly.

Malfoy walked over and said, "Dobby, how did you come to Hogwarts?"

"Dobby came here by apparating."

Apparition? Didn't it mean that this magic is not allowed within Hogwarts? Malfoy was a little confused. Could it be that the magic of house elves is different from that of wizards, so it will not be restricted?

He remembered that his father had shown off to others before that their elf Dobby's magical ability was among the best among his kind.

"What does my father want you to do?" Malfoy asked.

"The master asked Dobby to bring a message to the young master, saying that he doesn't care what you like to do, young master, but it would be too stupid to make the matter known to everyone."

Brother La's classmate's face turned blue and white, and this matter had spread to his family.

"You should not just bring me a message," he tried not to think about it, "there must be something else."

"The master didn't let me tell the young master, saying that the young master just needs to go to school well." Dobby was very stubborn.

Malfoy took a deep breath again. It had always been like this. His father seemed to think that he was not capable enough and did not tell him many things.

He gave up questioning Dobby, because Dobby would definitely follow his father's orders first. But now that the little guy is here, he can let him do something.

After all, this little guy's magic power is second to none.

"Dobby, listen carefully, there will be a Quidditch match in two days. You hide in the dark and try to give that boy named Harry Potter a taste of pain."

Thinking of Harry's embarrassing appearance after falling off the broom, and that he would be holding the Golden Snitch at that time, Brother Lao couldn't help but reveal a twisted smile.

In this way, the resentment he had accumulated over the past few days could be relieved.

However, Dobby shook his head, "No, Master, house elves cannot use magic on wizards!" he screamed.

"Can house elves disobey their master's orders?" Malfoy asked coldly,

Dobby looked very painful. It was obvious that the house elf's logic had conflicted. "You just said you wanted to make Harry Potter suffer?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes."

"Do you want to kill him?"

"How is it possible," Malfoy said impatiently, "Although I really don't mind, how could it be in school!"

Dobby seemed to be relieved, "Then I will obey your order."