The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Lockhart looked at the young man in front of him blankly.

Although he is uneducated, he is not really stupid.

Arranging safety facilities for the stadium is not as easy as saying a few words. It requires sufficient magical ability, professional knowledge of magic text, and more importantly, enough galleons.

None of these conditions are likely to be met by a second-year student at Hogwarts.

However, he didn't think there was anything unreasonable about it.

It's so outrageous.

"I don't think you can refuse?"

Lockhart took a deep breath. Joining Hogwarts was the stupidest decision he had made in recent years. Why did he agree in a daze when Dumbledore said he could guide Harry Potter to gain fame?

It's like being under the Imperius Curse. Yes, he is indeed in a bad situation now. He can hardly hide it even before half of the school year is over.

A lie repeated a thousand times seems to be the truth. In the past bragging and deception, Lockhart gradually truly believed that he was the handsome and talented archmage who traveled around the world as he described. After building up enough momentum,

No one questioned him anymore.

But at Hogwarts, his every move was observed under a microscope, and the essence of the embroidered pillow was really difficult to conceal. After all, being a teacher requires real talent, no matter how you fool him.

"Why are you doing this? Helping me for no reason?" Lockhart swallowed.

"Because I suddenly feel that I should make more friends." Erwin leaned slightly relaxed on Lockhart's luxurious desk, still speaking in a casual tone, "Of course it's not just about making you a friend, but also your behind-the-scenes

team."

"The team behind the scenes?" Lockhart's eyes were a little dodgey.

"At this time, do you still want to pretend to be stupid?" Erwin shrugged, "You can only forget the curse. Do you think I am stupid enough to think that you can maintain a lie on your own? Are everyone idiots?

, can’t you see your poor performance? So someone must be helping you.”

Lockhart felt a chill running down his spine.

"You are just a sign that was pushed out, and there is a team behind it. Let me think about it..." Erwin thought for a while, "The owner of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore should be one? At least he should have some idea of ​​your true magic level.

As I understand it, you should have an interest relationship with an official from the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic and let him serve as your protective umbrella."

Lockhart forced a smile, his face a little distorted.

"There must be a truly powerful wizard who can help you deal with questions related to your magical power. After all, you only need a bottle of polyjuice potion to look like you..." Erwin thought of the magic that Hermione was preparing.

Yao, "He should also help you obtain 'materials'. After all, most of the wizards whose memories you have modified are of extraordinary strength. It is too unrealistic for you to do a sneak attack on your own and have a 100% success rate."

Cold sweat began to break out on Lockhart's forehead.

"As for you," Erwin looked directly into his eyes, "you provide your face and your writing skills. You are also happy to be pushed to the front and enjoy the fame. Being a puppet is not bad, right?

Even if you are like a clown, coming to Hogwarts to teach should be the stupidest decision you have ever made, because irrelevant people cannot enter here, and without the help of the team, you can only gradually reveal the true nature of the clown."

He folded his hands and said, "Are my guesses accurate? Corrections are welcome."

Lockhart struggled for a moment, and then showed a resigned look. He was as if he was swimming in the shallows without wearing swimming trunks and was suddenly picked up directly. He was very at a loss for a moment, "You...how did you know?"

"It's a very simple cause and effect inference. Similar routines are actually quite common among Muggles... Although wizards control magic, they don't necessarily have more wisdom than ordinary people... Okay, don't be so nervous, I won't

Exposing you won't do me any good, will it?"

It means that when I find out what benefits there are from exposing you, you must give me more benefits.

Lockhart swallowed more frequently.

"What do you want?" he asked the question again.

"I said, make a friend. You see, I almost know your details, and I am willing to keep it a secret. Shouldn't you show something? For example, introduce to me the gentlemen behind you? Since

We are about to collaborate, so we should be honest, right?"

Erwin's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop of his desk.

…

Ten minutes later, Erwin left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with a piece of parchment.

On the parchment are several names, as well as their corresponding identities and professions.

The situation was not much different from what Erwin guessed, but he knew that Lockhart still had something to hide, because he was certainly not capable of forming this team by himself.

The real core of existence, organizing these people to form a star-making team, is the real mastermind behind the scenes, and also the biggest beneficiary, and holding up a brand like Lockhart will definitely not just let people

He writes books to earn some royalties.

Lockhart is still unwilling to explain who or which force is really behind the scenes. It doesn't matter, there is a long way to go.

It’s getting more and more interesting. When it comes to interest relationships, there seems to be no difference between magical society and regular society.

Although the unlucky Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch, he was unable to attend the celebration. He was lying in the infirmary at this time.

Erwin found Hermione and learned about the situation. It would take a whole night for the missing bones to grow back.

Although the bones were destroyed by Lockhart, they can still be regarded as non-magical injuries in nature. They are low-level injuries like the wounds caused by the basic cutting spell and heal quickly.

After dinner, Erwin planned to go to the infirmary to tell Harry about his attack. What? Professor McGonagall seemed to have told him not to tell Harry the truth? Sorry, I forgot about it because of my poor memory.

As a victim, of course you have the right to know the truth, right? Maybe Harry himself may have discovered something abnormal.

"Five minutes." Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, spoke concisely.

"Did Harry have a brain injury or some kind of mental illness?" Erwin asked.

"No."

"Why would saying a few more words affect the growth of the hand bones?" Erwin said he couldn't understand.

"This is a hospital, not a place for tea parties. I can completely prevent you from seeing him."

"You are right, ma'am." Erwin immediately gave up the argument.

The boy who survived the catastrophe was currently lying on the hospital bed, gasping in pain. It seemed that growing bones was not a wonderful experience.

Erwin told him directly that his attacker was a house elf, which immediately cheered up Harry.

"Did you save me?"

"You can't say that. You should have caught the Golden Snitch when I interrupted the elf's spellcasting." Erwin shrugged.

Harry suddenly remembered something, "I also met an elf during the summer vacation, and it wanted to prevent me from coming to Hogwarts..."

Erwin raised his eyebrows, "Interesting, this may be somewhat related."

But the clues were still very limited. Erwin casually asked Harry which magical family he thought he might have offended, and the child immediately blurted out, "Malfoy."

At this time, Madam Pomfrey came in and chased Erwin away. Considering that he might be injured and came to see the professional school doctor, Erwin certainly would not offend her.

"Let's talk tomorrow," he said to Harry.

After winning against Slytherin, the Gryffindor students celebrated late in the common room, obviously this was a moment to increase the cohesion of the house.

In fact, Erwin was not very good at blending in, but Melanie got along well with them, and her social scope was no longer limited to lower-grade girls.

She is really good at playing with simple people's hearts.

It was a very ordinary night. He only had one rest day planned for himself, so Erwin got up very early. When he was having breakfast in the auditorium, he saw classmate Porter who was out of breath.

He should have run directly from the infirmary, and his arm is completely normal.

Many people looked at him in surprise. Is it necessary to work so hard to have breakfast?

Harry ignored other people's gazes and went directly to Erwin, "That elf, it came to see me last night."

"What elf?" Ron was confused.

"Let Harry tell you the whole story later." Erwin said, throwing down the half-eaten toast, "Let's go somewhere else to talk in detail." He said to Harry.

The two walked out of the auditorium, walked through the corridor, and entered an empty classroom.

Harry took a deep breath, raised his glasses, and angrily told Erwin that the house elf was called Dobby, and that all it did was to drive Harry out of Hogwarts.

Go to platform nine and three-quarters and thank it for its blessings.

Erwin listened carefully and said, "So, what this little guy named Dobby means is that there will be great danger inside Hogwarts? But what specific danger is it refusing to say? Who could it be?

Put a gag order on it?"

"Its owner." Harry blurted out with little need for further guidance from Erwin.

"So the dangers lurking in Hogwarts now..."

"The secret room!"

"Then the magical family harbors ill will toward you..."

"Malfoy..." Harry murmured, as if he understood everything.

He subjectively thought it was the Malfoy family, but Erwin actually had solid evidence. According to Ginny's accusation, it was Lucius Malfoy who stuffed Riddle's diary into her textbook.

"Very good," Erwin clapped his hands. "It seems that the clues are complete and can form a chain. Although the elf named Dobby claimed to keep secrets, he actually revealed a lot of information. Maybe he did it on purpose.

?After all, judging from his behavior, it seems that he doesn't obey his master's orders very much."

"He said he secretly came to help me and would punish himself severely when he got back." Harry thought thoughtfully.

"In other words, he can punish himself by not telling his master what he has done. Is this considered to have found a loophole in the program? So now we only need to determine one thing, and that is whether Dobby is an elf of the Malfoy family.

Erwin waved his hand and said, "Just in time, aren't you preparing the polyjuice potion?"