The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

There was a relatively soft bed under him, and he could feel the bright and dazzling lights through his eyelids, and a pungent smell lingered at the tip of his nose.Dip Keita sniffled slightly, thinking it would be better to continue pretending to be unconscious.

"He's awake." Someone unceremoniously exposed his disguise. ?

Dipper could only helplessly open his eyes. He was now in a pure white room, and some harsh light made him squint his eyes.He wanted to get up, and found that his arms were wrapped in thick plaster, and his feet were fixed on the bed by iron rings, so he could only look at the opposite side helplessly. There was an old man and a young man sitting there. The old man who spoke just now Or, with a mess of gray and white hair.

The three of them fell into silence, and the other party stared directly at them, which made Di Pu feel a little nervous.

"Anyway, I should thank you two for bandaging my wound," Dipper cleared his throat, determined to break the deadlock. At the same time, he observed the expressions of the two people opposite him. He paid attention to the boy, and his memory gradually went back to the night when he was in a coma, "It's you..." His pupils shrank suddenly, "You are still alive, so Marduk..."

"He's dead." The boy said lightly, as if he was talking about such an insignificant matter as a cake being baked.

"Dead?" Dipper was even more astonished, but soon relieved, "There is really no need to go through the procedure of trial and conviction for this kind of villain." He looked at the old man, "Then this is the Lord of the Ministry of Magic, right? When will you be sent to the Wizengamot?" He had a resigned calm.

However, the old man with white beard and hair smiled inexplicably, "Ministry of Magic? The Wizengamot? So there are still these institutions in the United Kingdom? Let me introduce myself, I am Farex Stewart from Clarion University Professor, and this is Mr. Erwin Frost, who is also your savior."

"Aren't you from the Ministry of Magic?" Dipper was taken aback, "Then how did Marduk die?"

"I killed him." Erwin tilted his head. This was the first time he took a person's life with his own hands, but he didn't seem to have any special feelings.

"That's not funny, kid." Dipper denied without thinking, shaking his head and laughing. "You're only a Hogwarts second year at best, and a dark wizard as powerful as Marduk wouldn't even need a complete spell to kill you."

The pocket silver revolver appeared in Erwin's hands at some point.

"It's impossible for a Muggle weapon to hurt an adult wizard, all it takes is a range banning spell..."

With a sharp whistling, the silver bullets flew past Dipper's cheeks, sinking into the wall behind him, and the air waves brought up made his skin ache.

"Marduk should have the same idea." Professor Stewart concluded, "Also, do Muggles mean people like me who don't have supernatural abilities?"

Dipper abruptly swallowed back what he originally wanted to say, "Muggles are people without magical abilities." He answered the professor's question first, then looked at Erwin with a complicated expression, and only spoke again after a while , "This turned out to be a magic weapon?"

"Of course...not." Alvin turned out of the magazine and ejected the bullets inside. There were five shiny and seamless metal gadgets, "This can only be called a toy—if it's not in my hands .”

A firearm without a firing pin, coupled with a bullet with only a warhead, no reasonable person would think that this weapon has any other lethality besides grabbing the barrel and hitting people.

"Then what spell did you use?"

"Spell? Interesting." Erwin raised his eyebrows. "I use a supernatural ability that I was born with. I endow objects with kinetic energy. The smaller the mass, the greater the speed. The most basic rules of physics, and there are gun barrels and The rifling provides direction and stability, not unlike the flintlock of the eighteenth century."

Dipper's expression became more and more strange, "Little wizards do occasionally display special magical powers before they get their wands, but no one has ever been able to actively trigger this talent." There was surprise in his tone, and a hint of admiration .

"I guess it's because I've been practicing a lot."

Use the assets of the Frost family to secretly control a third-rate university, set up a laboratory dedicated to researching his own abilities, and hire a group of scientific researchers who have signed the highest confidentiality agreement to study how to efficiently train and use his abilities , This process has been going on for nearly ten years, and the result is that Erwin has the combat effectiveness of the [-]mm caliber.

Dipper wanted to say something more, but Erwin made a pause gesture, "I've said enough, it's your turn, wizards, spells, magic, can you explain?"

"Explain what?" Dipper didn't react for a moment, and then realized that the calm and rational person who was talking to him was just an 11-year-old kid, a kid whose talent might shock the entire wizarding world. He is still ignorant and ignorant, but When he enters that school, it will inevitably cause a sensation, "Should you have received a letter from Hogwarts not long ago?"

For this question, Erwin seemed to acquiesce.

"Anyway, you will know in a month at most. I can tell you something in advance. In short, there are a group of special people in this world. They call themselves wizards..."

Within a quarter of an hour, the worldview of Professor Erwin and Professor Stuart received a new baptism. It turns out that there is still a magical world hidden on this planet. There is a group of people with supernatural abilities who call themselves wizards. A small society including hospitals, banks, schools and other infrastructure, and even formed a government department called the Ministry of Magic.

And this small magic society, in the past hundreds of years, no news has flowed out.

"Jesus," after Dipper finished speaking, Professor Stewart sighed, he was not very shocked, because his firm materialism bottom line had been torn apart by Erwin, "you won't want me Tell me that God actually existed?"

"At least those miracles are basically done by wizards, and most of them are for fun."

Professor Stewart laughed, "You should be glad I'm an atheist." He winked his eyes.

Dipper also laughed, he had a good impression of this old Muggle man.

"It's a pity that I can't move now." He gestured to his arms, which were immobilized in plaster, "otherwise I could give you some demonstrations."

"So wizards have to use wands and chant spells to release magic?" Erwin rested his hand on his chin, thoughtful.

"Theoretically, if you have enough understanding of the spell itself and have enough powerful mana, you can cast spells silently without a staff, but there are relatively few wizards who can do it."

As soon as Erwin stretched out his hand, a transparent plastic bag on the shelf behind him immediately flew towards him. Dipper saw that there were two magic wands inside. It belongs to Marduk.

It looked like the guy was indeed dead, at the hands of an 11-year-old kid.

"I can make objects within [-] meters move according to my wishes. Does this count as casting spells without a stick or spell?"

Mind control is the most basic form of kinetic energy endowment.

"Yes, the wandless and silent control spell or flying spell, you do have an amazing talent here, kid."

"I thought it would be called the Mage's Hand." Erwin shrugged, he took out the black wand, and flicked it like a pen, "Marduk killed Joel with What spell is it? I remember the syllable being Avada or something."

"Avada Kedavra, the Killing Curse." Dipper swallowed. "One of the three unforgivable curses. It requires powerful mana and pure malice to release it. If you hit it, you will die immediately."

"Finger of death, I understand, then you don't mind telling me a simple magic so I can try it out?"

"Lumos, fluorescent flashes, simple lighting magic, but I need to remind you that it is very difficult to cast magic with someone else's wand, after all, it is the choice of the wand..."

He shut up because the tip of Erwin's wand glowed brightly, but the boy didn't look pleased.

He turned around and handed over his wand, "Try it, Professor."

Professor Stewart took the wand, chanted the spell decently, and then made a helpless gesture.

"It seems that I really don't have any supernatural talent." Professor Stuart said: "Our previous conjectures were all wrong, Erwin, kinetic energy is only the first part of your ability to reveal, just like the tip of an iceberg floating on the sea. Our research in the past was in the wrong direction, and the conclusions we got were very limited. But this is perfectly normal. Two-thirds of my research in my life has been fruitless and wrong attempts. This is science.”

Erwin took the wand back and let its tip shine again. "Can this be explained by science?" He asked narrowly.

Professor Stewart laughed, "But science will tell you that the essence of light is electromagnetic waves. As long as you have a way to strengthen the frequency and ensure that the light is concentrated, then this simple lighting spell can make your magic wand have amazing energy."

Di Pu finds it very interesting that there is actually a friendship between the old and the young that spans ages.

"Okay, Mr. Dipper, one more question." Erwin extinguished the light on his wand, "Why are you being hunted down by another wizard?"

Dipper was silent for a while.

"Is it convenient to tell?" Erwin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"There is nothing necessary to hide, not to mention that I may refuse your request now." Di Pu smiled wryly, "The situation is more complicated. About ten years ago, a powerful dark wizard attempted to make his reign of terror Covering the entire British wizarding community, he calls himself Voldemort, but other wizards prefer to call him the Dark Lord or the Mysterious Man. The Dark Lord is a pure bloodist. He and his men wantonly slaughtered Muggles and persecuted Muggles. Wizards, they don't mind killing anyone who tries to stop them. The situation forced me to join the Dark Lord and become a Death Eater to protect myself."

"Marduk said you are a traitor." Erwin said with interest, he was really impressed by what happened last night.

"Yes, I don't agree with the Dark Lord's proposition, so I took the initiative to contact an official of the Ministry of Magic to provide him with information." Dipper laughed at himself, "But it didn't take long for that official to be killed by Death Eaters , They searched his memory and found out about my betrayal, but they didn't have time to liquidate me immediately because the Dark Lord died suddenly."

"Sudden death without any warning?" Professor Stuart asked, and he seemed quite interested. "For such a normal story, this will definitely not be the end."

"At least the Ministry of Magic announced that he was dead. The Dark Lord wanted to kill a boy who was prophesied to be victorious, but was backlashed by his own death curse. It is said that only charred remains were left behind."

"This just fits the prophecy he was interested in, so what is this? An Oedipus-style tragedy?" Professor Stewart commented. "What's the name of the child of destiny?"

"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, when he was only one year old."

Dipper didn't notice that Erwin's eyes twitched when he mentioned the name.

Dipper felt a little parched, and Professor Stewart put a glass of lemonade with a straw on the board in front of him, motioning for him to moisten his throat.Dipper took a sip and continued to tell:

"Because I got the news in advance, I took advantage of the chaos and fled. Most of the Death Eaters were captured in Azkaban, the wizard prison, but some people are still at large, including Marduk, a powerful Dark Lord loyalist." , he knew of my betrayal, and thought it was one of the main reasons for the failure of the Dark Lord, so he pursued me endlessly."

"Why don't you seek asylum from the Ministry of Magic? It stands to reason that you are also a meritorious minister."

"That's the problem," Dipper lamented, "the Ministry of Magic official I gave information to didn't tell anyone about my existence out of confidentiality, but he died, so in the eyes of other Ministry of Magic I am also one of the Death Eaters on the run, and if captured, I will be sent to Azkaban unconditionally. Now I am a poor creature caught between two hot iron plates."

Professor Stuart stopped talking. He looked at Di Pu with a sympathetic look. It is not easy to be so unlucky.

"I'm a little surprised by your frankness, Mr. Dipper." Erwin finally spoke. He had been just listening before, "Now Marduk has been solved by me, and this is the territory of the Frost family. If the Ministry of Magic According to what you said, there is cooperation with the British government. Presumably, my manor will not be searched for no reason, which means that you are safe, and I will provide you with treatment. Although modern medicine is not as magical as magic, it is enough to cure you. injury."

"Thank you very much." Di Pu's body relaxed, and he felt sincere gratitude to the boy in front of him, after all, he saved his life.

But are all Muggle-borns so precocious?

Erwin got up, obviously intending to leave, and when he was about to walk out the door, he suddenly turned his head and asked casually: "The last question, do you think I should have received a letter, what kind of letter would it be?"

"A letter from Hogwarts." Dipper was a little puzzled. "Every year at the beginning of July, they will send an admission letter to every 11-year-old who shows magical talent."

"I haven't received this kind of letter." Erwin shrugged. "It is also necessary to explain that I am already twelve years old."