The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Thirty-seven hours later, Erwin frowned and looked at the three paper materials in front of him.

The first is from the security company that Joel belongs to. According to the contract, as long as Joel dies in a security mission, Erwin does not need to pay anything extra, but he still decides to pay a high pension to his family ,

The other two were reports from Clayton University labs, who had tried everything they could to figure out the wand's internals without destroying it.In addition, the results of Marduk's corpse sent to the medical department for autopsy also came out, and there was nothing special. At least biologically speaking, there seemed to be no difference between wizards and ordinary people.

The dominant force at the highest level in this world is magic, and the exploration of it encounters problems at the first step.

Entering Dipper's ward again, the guy's complexion looked much better, and he was looking at Professor Stewart with a wry smile, "Don't embarrass me anymore, I'm really not an outstanding wizard, the ultimate wizard level test I only got a good grade in the middle school, so I really can't answer your questions."

"But what I'm asking is probably the most basic and common question." Professor Stewart looked puzzled, "Haven't you really considered why owls can accurately find every wizard, or why it's not comfortable to broom as the primary means of transportation?"

"I think this is normal," Erwin leaned against the door. "If you asked Uncle Felwood the difference between an internal combustion engine and a steam engine, he probably wouldn't be able to answer it."

"Hey! I heard it." Felwood appeared at the right time, looking very unhappy, "It's not a good boy who speaks ill of people behind his back."

"So I said it to my face."

Felwood was stunned for a moment, "That's a great sentence, I will choke others like this in the future."

Erwin didn't answer, but walked towards Dipper, "In the past two days, I have confirmed that there is no letter addressed to me a year ago, and there has never been a dead owl on the power grid around the manor," he paused. , "In other words, that magic school Hogwarts did not send me an admission notice."

"How is this possible?" Di Pu was inconceivable, "Your talent is absolutely impossible to be ignored."

"So we should try to figure out the reason. First, let's reconfirm that Hogwarts is the only wizarding school in the UK?"

"Yes."

"How many children from non-primitive magical families do they recruit each year?"

"Ten...maybe twenty?" Dipper hesitated.

"Is this number because there are only so many or...they only recruit so many?"

"Hogwarts should not miss any student with magical talent."

"In other words, only a dozen or so children out of hundreds of thousands are gifted," Professor Stewart couldn't help but stroked his beard. "It's an astonishing ratio."

"Going to a magic school is definitely more difficult than going to a university." Felwood sat lazily on the sofa beside him, saying nonsense.

Erwin was not disturbed by them, "So how does Hogwarts select these children from non-magical families?" he continued.

"I only know that it is the pen of acceptance and the book of admission. It is said that Hogwarts existed at the beginning of its establishment. Every child in Britain and Ireland who shows magical talent will be recorded in the book of admission by the pen of acceptance. Of course I have heard all this, because there are only a handful of people who have seen these two magic items with their own eyes."

"If those two magic items have the ability to monitor the whole of Britain, it would be a waste of money just to use them to record gifted children." Professor Stewart was still stroking his beard.

"Or maybe they're not that magical, otherwise I wouldn't have been recorded." Erwin looked at the professor, "There must be something wrong."

"Maybe it's the Ministry of Magic?" Professor Stewart put forward a conjecture, "A qualified government should have an education department, and it is reasonable to participate in Hogwarts' recruitment work. Mr. Dipper, as far as you know Hogg Did Watts take any Muggle students of high birth, such as members of the royal family?"

Dipper shook his head.

"Look," Professor Stewart waved his hand at Erwin, "Since the main job of the Ministry of Magic is to hide the existence of the wizarding society, it is very reasonable and necessary to prevent the high-end classes in the secular society from mastering magic."

Indeed, if the Führer of the Third Reich were a powerful wizard, it would be much harder to stop him from ruling the world.

"It makes sense." Erwin nodded, "But it's just speculation, without any actual basis."

"But now we can only guess, since you plan to enter that magic school, you must make some plans."

"That," Felwood raised his hand, which was his signature action to intervene in the conversation, "Erwin, why do you have to enter that Hogwart? Isn't this Mr. Dipper a magician? If he learns magic, he can do it."

"My dear uncle," Erwin rubbed his forehead, "A black man hired a bachelor in the Philippines as a teacher. Can he get a doctorate from Oxford University?"

"Uh," Felwood said dumbly, "probably not."

"It's great that you understand." Erwin used a complimenting tone, which was kind of teasing, but Felwood was used to it. "In addition, there must be a natural class gap between wizards and non-wizards. This huge class gap is almost impossible to erase, and entering a magic school is the most important way to bridge this gap. Acquiring the natural rights that a wizard has, such as buying wands, books, medicines, or using various wizarding social infrastructures."

Dipper on the side opened his mouth wide. He has been hiding among Muggles for the past few years, and he has also read a few Muggle books, so he can understand the awkward words Erwin said.He couldn't believe the words of an 11-year-old kid.

Maybe his greatest gift wasn't magic, the horrifying thought flashed through Dipper's mind.

Erwin turned his gaze, and Dipper subconsciously lowered his body, "You said that Hogwarts is the only magic school in the UK, which means that other countries also have their own magic schools?" Erwin asked.

"There are two others in Europe, Babston in France, and Durmstrang in Eastern Europe."

"Studying across districts? Good idea." Professor Stewart's eyes lit up. "Mr. Dipper, will the magic school admit immigrant children?"

"It should be. When I was studying at Hogwarts, there were students of Indian descent."

"Very good." Professor Stewart looked a little happy, "This also proves that the Ministry of Magic is indeed very likely to interfere with the admissions process. There are only a dozen new students each year, which shows that every student is very valuable. If you miss a pair It’s dereliction of duty for them.”

"So you want to study abroad?" Felwood, who was able to interrupt again, looked very energetic, "Eastern Europe is too far away, and I heard that there has been a lot of trouble there recently, so I should choose that Babston, although the Frenchman It's also quite annoying..."

"But French girls are cute, aren't they?" Erwin helped Felwood finish his sentence unceremoniously, and he knew the nature of this uncle well.

"You laugh at me now, don't ask me to introduce girls to you in a few years." Felwood countered angrily.

"Absolutely not." There seemed to be a few black lines on Erwin's forehead.

"Then you are going to enter Babston?" Professor Stewart asked.

Alvin didn't answer immediately, but thought for a while, "No."

"Is that going to Eastern Europe? I'm afraid it's not a good choice."

"Who said you have to go to a foreign school to study across districts?" Erwin showed a meaningful expression.

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A week later, Ethiopia, the capital Addis Ababa, the British Consulate.

Second Secretary Hammadi Berner received a black woman who claimed to be Mrs. Henrietta. The other party was a lawyer, well-dressed, and a half-grown white boy.

Mrs. Henrietta told a sad story to Hammadi, Dr. Werner Frost, a famous British archaeologist, has been devoted to the study of the ancient Nubian kingdom, and has done a lot of research on the archaeology of Ethiopia. Made an outstanding contribution.He lived in Africa for nearly 15 years. His son and daughter-in-law were killed in a conflict with the local tribe five years ago. He himself died of severe lung disease not long ago, leaving a grandson alone.

According to the will of Dr. Weiner, all his estates will be donated to his good friend Professor Farex Stewart, and at the same time, he hopes that Professor Stewart will become the guardian of his grandson.

"Poor child." Secretary Hammadi said sympathetically.

The boy's eyes turned red immediately.

The materials brought by the other party were very detailed, and Hammadi asked a few questions about the situation casually, all of which were answered accurately.The child, named Erwin Frost, was born in Ethiopia, which means he is not considered a British citizen, but that is not a big deal. "We will contact that Professor Stewart as soon as possible." Hammadi promised.

Three days later, the boy came again, and this time not only Mrs. Henrietta was with him, but also a fat old man, who was naturally Professor Stuart.

All materials and certificates are correct. The child's birth certificate, school enrollment certificate, and Dr. Weiner's will are all true and valid. Although Professor Stewart is widowed, he has a daughter and son-in-law who are also qualified as guardians.Although he felt that the process seemed a bit too fast, Hammadi did not get in the way. "The immigration department will pass your application very quickly. Welcome home, kid." He said to the boy named Erwin.

After being adopted, the child born in Ethiopia will directly obtain British citizenship.

The boy smiled reluctantly, and Hammadi understood very well that the child should still be immersed in sadness.

But after walking out of the embassy, ​​the sadness on the boy's face disappeared. "All remaining charges will be settled within a week," he said to Mrs. Henrietta.

A day later, all the necessary formalities had been completed, and Erwin boarded the flight to London. "So you have immigration status now?" asked Professor Stewart, who was sitting next to him.

For more than a week, he once again felt the madness of the world. Ethiopia is one of the least developed countries, where the pound has absolute power. "Yeah, it's not difficult to change your identity." Erwin shrugged.

In fact, changing a new name at the same time would make this plan more comprehensive, but Dipper said that wizards have many ways to detect a person's real name, so Erwin still kept his original name, and Frost is not a rare surname anyway. , there must be a lot of people named Erwin.

From getting off the plane to leaving the airport, Erwin has been concentrating, but did not find anything unusual.He was not tested by any strange instrument, nor was he stopped and asked to do anything, nor was he pointed at him with some strange short stick,

In other words, the Ministry of Magic may not have noticed the entry of a child with magical talent like him.

This is not good news. He originally thought that at least in large international airports, there should be a department dedicated to detecting the magical talents of immigrants, but this seems to have overestimated the administrative capabilities of the Ministry of Magic.

I can only leave first.

Professor Stewart has a single-family house in the Red Bridge area of ​​London, which will be Erwin's nominal home for a long time to come.Shortly after arriving at the house, the phone rang suddenly.

Erwin picked up the phone, and Felwood's voice came from inside, "Is the plan going well, kid from Ethiopia?"

"It's normal. Besides, if you have any brains, don't call this number for at least a month." Erwin responded unceremoniously.

He hangs up.The afternoon sun shone through the glass and shone on the floor. Today's London has a rare fine weather.