The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

"Wake up, Erwin, wake up!"

Erwin opened his eyes drowsily, first seeing Neville's kind round face, and then looking at the clock on the wall.

"It's only seven o'clock? Didn't it say that the game starts at eleven o'clock?"

Since he decided to participate in group activities and watch the Quidditch match, Erwin decided to use this whole day as a rest day, so he felt very unhappy that he had to be disturbed after rarely sleeping in.

"But breakfast is only served before nine o'clock! If you don't eat more, you'll be hungry by the time you watch the game!"

Neville was right, so Erwin got up.

"Since Neville likes Quidditch so much, why don't you consider applying to join the team?" Erwin asked as he put on his school uniform robe and a gold-red scarf.

Today is a confrontation between two academies, so you must wear something that is recognizable by your camp.

"Me?" Neville smiled, "I was born with no athletic ability. This has nothing to do with self-confidence, but a purely ability issue. People like me are better off staying on the ground."

The two went to have breakfast together. The lounge was empty, but the auditorium was full. This showed that Erwin had indeed gotten up late.

Each long table has the unique color of each college, and there are lights and shadows of representative animals of each college hanging in the sky. This is a simple visual illusion, but it can directly fill the students' sense of belonging.

"This way!" Ron waved to them, indicating that there was room for him and Hermione.

"Where's Harry?" Erwin asked after sitting down.

"The players have gathered in advance for pre-match training. Wood really wants to win, or we all want to win." Ron said vaguely while chewing waffles.

His fat gray mouse, Spot, was holding a walnut covered in syrup and gnawing happily. Compared with last year, it had gained a lot of weight and its hair was more shiny. It should be rubbed in school.

More food than the Weasleys.

At this time, the flapping sound of wings echoed in the sky above the auditorium, and the owls came collectively to deliver the packages. Among them was an extremely strong figure, Erwin's eagle owl.

It threw a package into Erwin's arms, then stood on his shoulder and openly ate the bacon from his bowl. Erwin was busy opening the package and ignored it for the time being.

The package was sent by Professor Stewart. Inside was a stack of drawings, which were a complete set of design drawings for the Ford Andrea.

In this era where information technology has just begun, even with the almighty pound, it will take some time to find the detailed design drawings of a car from decades ago.

The Weasley family's self-aware car was still lying in the pit of the Forbidden Forest at this time. After receiving a cross from Quasimodo, it completely collapsed. Now that we have the blueprints, it should be possible to use the repair spell.

It can be fixed.

Sabi's head moved very fast, and soon he swallowed all the bacon. Then he became jealous and stared at the fat gray mouse not far away.

It is natural for an owl to eat a mouse.

The nature of the predator made it temporarily forget the owner's repeatedly emphasized prohibition against harming other pets, and suddenly pecked at the fat mouse.

The distance was too close, and ordinary rodents would have no chance of survival, but this fat mouse suddenly showed amazing agility. While avoiding Sabi's beak, he even ran directly to Ron and dived in.

into his sleeve, so fast that it left an afterimage.

Sabi's peck missed, leaving an obvious hole in the tablecloth.

"Oh, Scabbers, don't get in there, don't!" Ron screamed, and at the same time his body began to twist weirdly.

Erwin immediately grabbed both of Sabi's wings and turned his head 180 degrees with his other hand. Looking at the stupid bird's big innocent eyes, he raised his eyebrows.

"Disobedient again." He said and hit Sabi hard on the head as punishment.

The owl hooted aggrievedly and remained motionless, not even daring to turn its head away. It behaved like a quail. It had no regrets about doing anything wrong, but was simply afraid of Erwin.

"I'm sorry, your pet is not injured, right?" Erwin said.

Ron should have calmed down Scabbers at this time. Although he was still a little angry, since Erwin was so friendly, he couldn't show a bad attitude, "You should really take good care of your owl.

"He said with some complaint.

Erwin apologized again, and then changed the subject, "Your Scabbers is pretty good, very fast, and much more powerful than ordinary mice."

Ron's expression was as if Erwin was praising him himself, "Of course, Scabbers is different."

"If I remember correctly, your mouse may be older than you?" Erwin said casually: "Generally speaking, this kind of special thing that is much better than the same kind is born because of some kind of magic.

Individual, it might even be an animagus or a druid or something..."

The squirrel hiding in the middle of Ron's clothes couldn't help but tremble when he heard these words.

Ron didn't pay attention at all and just thought it was a joke, "I think your owl is more like an Animagus."

After breakfast, the students headed to the Quidditch pitch. A few drops of rain fell, and Erwin looked at the gray sky. It wouldn't be long before the rain would start to fall.

This doesn't seem to be a suitable weather for playing golf.

The Quidditch pitch is a rather grand building. Each house has a stand, and the professor is on the commentary stand. Erwin looked over and saw that most of the faculty and staff, including Hagrid, were present.

But the only thing I couldn't see was the principal.

This is a bit strange, isn't it? Although Professor Dumbledore has many titles, such as President of the International Association of Wizards and Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, his essential job is the Headmaster of Hogwarts. There is no reason to say that most of the time

Not in school.

The Gryffindor students around Erwin were chatting eagerly about Quidditch, and inside the stadium, the Gryffindor team and the Slytherin team were having a "friendly" pre-match communication, even though they were separated by

From this distance, it was still possible to see that both players had the urge to poke the broom handle directly into the other's nostrils.

The sky is getting gloomier and raindrops are falling. It seems that the players have to play in the rain, and what's worse is that not many spectators seem to have brought rain gear.

This certainly won't be a problem.

On the commentary stage, Snape raised his wand, and after briefly chanting a few syllables, three consecutive beams of light shot into the sky, exploded in mid-air, and turned into streamers of light. The dark clouds then dissipated, and brilliant sunshine fell.

The weather immediately became sunny.

Using weather spells to change the weather is a basic operation for high-level wizards.

Snape showed such a trick, and the Slytherin side was so angry that even the Gryffindor side could hear their flattery.

With Mrs. Hooch's whistle, the game officially started. After taking off, other players immediately began a fierce confrontation, while the two seekers began to wander - first they had to find the Golden Snitch, and this was largely due to

Depends on luck.

Every goal scored will trigger cheers, because scoring a goal is a real college point. Extremely excellent classroom performance in daily study can only earn five points at most, which is equivalent to one-half of a goal, Erwin

She felt very unworthy for Hermione, but the little girl didn't seem to have such thoughts herself, and was cheering for Harry with a red face.

Erwin also noticed that Neville was holding Seamus' telescope and looking intently, while Colin Creevey kept clicking the shutter of his camera, as if he wanted to record every movement of Harry Potter.

Same.

On the girls' side, Melanie was handing out the little cream pastries she had brought, and everyone had a share, including Ginny, which further won her over to everyone's favor.

Looking at the desserts in the hands of those girls, Erwin suddenly thought that Hogwarts seemed to lack the facilities that a school should have, yes, a canteen, or an on-campus store.

Although the school provides free meals, children still have a need for snacks. Students can pay for necessary learning items and novel toys.

There are various shops in Hogsmeade, but only students in third grade and above can go there regularly, which is really inconvenient.

Erwin felt that he could make some suggestions when he saw Dumbledore next time. Even if it was outsourced, the school itself would make good profits, which could alleviate some of the financial pressure.

He didn't have much interest in the game itself, and his thoughts naturally turned elsewhere.

"What's going on?! Why is that Bludger always chasing Harry?" Neville suddenly shouted.

Erwin was alert and looked towards the stadium. With his enhanced eyesight, he could see the general situation without a telescope. Indeed, as Neville said, Harry was in trouble.

Although the function of the Bludger is to interfere with the players, the offensive and purposeful nature of this Bludger is too obvious, and it is very likely that someone is using some kind of magic to control it.

The distance was too far, far beyond the range of Erwin's kinetic energy. He was unable to help Harry immediately. And on the rostrum, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape got into some kind of quarrel, which seemed to be because of McGonagall.

Professor Gerard saw something unusual, but Snape did not agree to suspend the game.

Although his intention to sit back and watch Porter suffer was very obvious, it at least meant that he was not the one secretly controlling the Bludger.

Harry was trying his best to dodge. He was small in stature and had pretty good flying skills. He could hold on for the time being and not be hit by the Bludger. The two brothers, George and Fred, who were batters, were trying their best to help him.

Erwin began to observe the Bludger.

The casting range of any wizard or magical creature must be limited, not to mention that it is a mind-controlled object that requires precise control. It can be understood that the farther the Bludger is from the caster, the greater its influence on it.

weak.

Therefore, you only need to observe for a period of time to roughly determine the location of the caster.

In the Hufflepuff audience, it was not Slytherin, which was really surprising.

However, the Hufflepuff auditorium was also crowded with students, and no one was using wands, or performing spell-casting actions such as gazing or chanting spells.

Perhaps the caster may not be directly visible and may not be among the students.

After exchanging a few words with Neville, Erwin left the auditorium and went to the highest point of the Gryffindor stand. He took out his wand and drew a smooth arc towards the Hufflepuff stand.

Hurricane spell!

Strictly speaking, this is actually a type of weather spell.