The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

At least for now, large-scale assembly lines do not exist in magical society.

Therefore, the trade among wizards is not as developed as Erwin imagined. As the largest seller of medicinal materials and potions in the UK, although Diagon Alley Pharmacy is rich in goods, it should be difficult to purchase truly valuable things.

channel.

For example, the bottle of light blue magic awakening potion in Erwin's hand now.

If he had known that this kind of potion was provided for free at Hogwarts, he would not have taken the risk and thought about turning into a dragon.

After all, you suffer the consequences of being young.

Looking around, the little Muggle-born wizard was still a little hesitant, but the others had already drank the potion with normal expressions on their faces. They should have known in advance that something like this would happen.

"How do you feel?" Erwin asked Neville next to him.

"Hmm...a little sour." Neville said and burped.

By this time, all the little wizards had drank the potion, including Hermione who looked suspicious. Erwin looked at it and found that no one had any abnormal reactions.

This shows that the medicine is very mild and very suitable for little wizards of this age.

With Erwin's current bloodline, this potion could only be regarded as a strange-tasting drink for him. Of course, he didn't need to drink it, so when Snape wasn't paying attention, he stuffed the potion into the pocket of his robe and took it easily.

He bought an empty medicine bottle of the same size and pretended to drink it himself.

The best way to handle it is to take it back and use the equipment in Lemay's cabin to analyze the ingredients.

Seeing that Snape was doing nothing on the podium, Erwin raised his hand again, "Professor, can you tell me who the master of this potion is?"

However, Snape just gave him a cold look and said, "Nicanor Hood, you are not allowed to ask any more questions that are not related to the content of the class."

Someone in Slytherin House chuckled.

Sometimes I really can’t understand the laughter of children, especially those who are not very smart.

"That's a pretty good attitude. At least I answered your question." Neville comforted him from the side.

A new round of imprisonment for Gryffindor students in Potions class has begun. It is hard to imagine that Snape has such a persistent attitude and uses various classroom methods to embarrass the Lion House, and has maintained it for at least ten years, which can be said to be quite

Never forget your original intention.

Perhaps this serves as an example of his strong will?

The two consecutive Potions classes were finally over, and when everyone poured out of the classroom after class, Brother Malfoy finally couldn't hold back his desire to show off.

"I've been drinking this potion since I was a child." He told the short-haired Slytherin girl next to him, but his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, "One bottle every three months. This doesn't mean that my father can't make it."

There will be no additional effects if you drink too much."

But this had a very limited impact on the Gryffindor students. Even Harry could find the loopholes in his words and attack them, "But you haven't shown much talent beyond everyone else. Could it be that you are drinking so much?"

Is this the only level that can be achieved after using multiple magic awakening potions?"

Brother Lao's classmate immediately became silent. He was stunned for a long time. He couldn't think of anything to say in reply. He could only glare bitterly and said, "Shut up, Potter."

The aftermath of the underpants party is still there, and Master Malfoy's arrogance has been severely affected. During this period, he basically behaved with his tail between his legs, without the dandy attitude he made just because he was the son of the school governor.

After leaving the Potions classroom located underground, Erwin went upstairs, ignored the noisy portraits, turned around and knocked on the door of the Transfiguration office.

Snape was unwilling to answer too many of Erwin's questions, but Professor McGonagall was not like that. After ten minutes, Erwin understood the general information.

The magic awakening potion was ordered by Hogwarts from Nicanor Hood and his team. The formula of the potion has not been disclosed, and Hood has its patent rights.

Therefore, it is impossible to buy it through public channels.

The function of the potion is that taking it in a certain period can significantly increase the magic power growth rate of the little wizard, but the effect is not very strong, and taking a large amount in a short period of time will not have any additional effect.

Erwin was not surprised. Magical bloodlines are getting thinner and thinner due to inheritance. The overall trend of magical society must be that one generation is inferior to the next, and wizards must take countermeasures against this phenomenon.

That's why this potion appeared.

Erwin himself was able to discover the effect of dragon blood purification, which can replenish magic power and slightly improve magic talents. This is obviously not a secret. It is even common sense to senior wizards, otherwise it would not be used for gold galleons.

Smelted to ensure the value of wizard currency.

There must be someone doing research in this area.

"Can I buy the formula for the magic awakening potion from that Hood pharmacist?" Erwin asked, but he actually had no hope.

If he had such a secret recipe, he would definitely not sell it or make it public.

"I'm afraid not." Professor McGonagall replied: "Because Master Hood has made outstanding contributions to potions, the Ministry of Magic allows him to specialize in this potion to obtain research and development funds, and the magic awakening potion is also a controlled item. Generally speaking, it is

You are not allowed to buy it at will, let alone the formula."

At this time, Professor McGonagall suddenly changed the subject, "But Hogwarts purchases more every year for emergencies. If you need it, I can approve you to receive two more bottles."

"Really?" Erwin's eyes lit up.

Professor McGonagall opened the back door? Is today her wedding anniversary?

"Hogwarts will never bury the talent of any student. Your magic level is far beyond that of your peers. I think you need more potions to stimulate your further potential. Why, as the Head of Gryffindor?

Can't I take care of my students?" Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows.

"I agree with both hands. The more care, the better." Erwin said immediately.

Professor McGonagall doesn't know his current bloodline, but a few more bottles of potion will be very useful to Erwin. The more samples, the more accurately they can analyze their ingredients, which will be more useful for him to develop his own bloodline potion.

Helpful.

Erwin had a hunch that his stuck bloodline potion research would finally make a breakthrough.

With the secret room as a venue, Riddle made rapid progress in Erwin's teaching of black magic. He kept asking Erwin to speed up his practice, and in mid-December, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and made his final request.

"This kind of teaching has limited efficiency after all. If you can inject some magic power into me, I can condense it into a realistic image, thus teaching you magic more conveniently."

He finally couldn't hold it any longer, Erwin thought to himself, but on the surface he still pretended to be a little boy who was new to the world and had been deceived by Riddle and gained all his trust.

"What should I do?" he wrote.

"Just put your hands on the page and let your mind go."

"Is this really appropriate?" Erwin showed just the right amount of hesitation.

"We have been together for so long, don't you still trust me?" Riddle began to play the emotional card, "It's just that a simple dedication from one party to the other cannot maintain a friendship, you should give me something in return.

"

"Okay." Erwin seemed to be convinced.

In the secret room, the luminous stone in the mouth of the huge snake-shaped statue emits a faint white light.

Of course, Erwin was not really stupid enough to put his hand on it. He rummaged around and found a few small magic stones. The only function of this stone is to store some magic power. It is used to make other magic stones.

Basic technology of tools.

Erwin placed the magic stone on the page of the diary. The magic text on the stone quickly dimmed, indicating that the magic power contained in it was rapidly passing away.

Erwin calmly took out his wand and began to add magic power to the magic stone.

With such a medium as a transfer station, Erwin doesn't have to worry about what impact Riddle will have on him when transmitting magic power. As for the consumption of magic power, it is nothing to him.

After all, he is the original wizard.

The diary absorbs magic like a black hole. In a few seconds, the amount it absorbs has far exceeded the maximum amount that a little wizard can store, and there is no sign of stopping. If it is an ordinary little wizard, at this time

The magic power has been exhausted so much that his soul is completely controlled by Riddle.

But Erwin didn't feel anything special.

A faint shadow appeared behind the diary, and gradually became clear and solid.

He was a handsome young man with a handsome appearance that could distort the outlook of some immature people. He was wearing the same black robe as Erwin. This shows that the style of Hogwarts' school uniforms has not changed in decades.

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After the virtual image became clear, Erwin immediately cut off the transmission. Of course, he could not provide unlimited magic power. He looked directly at Riddle, and Riddle also looked directly at him.

"You are not Harry Potter." Riddle said softly after a while.

"You didn't realize it until now?" Erwin said in a playful tone.

"Of course not, but I wasn't sure who you were when you were in the diary." Riddle looked around and looked at the bare walls of the secret room, "I can't feel the breath of my pet, so it has been...

Did you kill it?"

"I deeply regret this, but I will not compensate you." Erwin shrugged.

"Interesting," Riddle was not angry. "So, you are really the only person qualified to talk to me in these years. We can be considered the same kind."

"I don't think we have any similarities." Erwin didn't give any face.

"Really?" Riddle smiled, "Don't you really enjoy the power that black magic brings to you? And you haven't handed this diary to your professor yet, don't you also think that this school

Is it essentially a shackles that will only restrict you from using your talents?"

"I'm really flattered that you have such a high opinion of me. I'm a Muggle, so it doesn't matter if I'm pure blood."

However, Riddle looked a little confused, "Why do you think I agree with that stupid pure-blood theory?"