The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

It's very interesting to apparate, you can feel all kinds of distorted phantoms flashing around you, but you can't see the specific scene at all.

Professor McGonagall held Erwin's hand tightly.

After the teleportation ended, they were in a simply furnished guest room. Walking down the wooden stairs, they could see drinkers in twos and threes.

This is the Leaky Cauldron.

Professor McGonagall and the boss Tom nodded slightly as a greeting, but Erwin suddenly raised his hand, "A glass of Coke... No? Only butter beer? Are you taking the initiative to sell alcoholic beverages to minors? Now, let's have a glass of iced milk."

"I'm very thirsty, and I haven't drunk water for almost a day." Erwin said to Professor McGonagall after putting a silver Sickle on the bar.

After drinking the iced milk in one gulp, Erwin followed Professor McGonagall out of the bar, looked up, it was a common cloudy day, and it looked like it was going to rain. "I'll go get a taxi," said Professor McGonagall.

It is necessary to guide Muggle students to Diagon Alley every year, and Professor McGonagall is obviously quite familiar with the way of life in normal society.

"No," Erwin said.

Finding a secluded place, he opened the suitcase and took out the big satellite phone, which had been useless for a year, and now it was finally functional.

Half an hour later, Professor Stewart's classic car appeared at the intersection.

"Muggles' means of communication are much more convenient than owls at some times." Erwin said to Professor McGonagall before getting into the car.

"That's true." Professor McGonagall agreed, but she didn't express any more opinions, but looked at Professor Stewart apologetically, "Something special happened these days, I'm sorry we didn't do our best The teacher's stewardship responsibilities..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Professor Stewart said with a smile.

Regarding Erwin's adventures, he had naturally learned from Felwood.

After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall, Erwin got into the classic car and returned to his residence with Professor Stewart. On the way, Erwin knew that Dipper had become one of Uncle Felwood's drinking and meat friends .

"That guy seems to be frightened. He doesn't even touch his wand anymore. He is willing to be an ordinary person and follow Felwood to eat, drink and have fun around the world."

"That's fine." Erwin didn't care, Dipper now had no special value to him.

But I still have to warn Felwood, lest he instigate Dipper to use magic to do some messy things on a whim, such as going to Las Vegas to cheat and gamble or something.

To be fair, Irwin had a lot of credit for Felwood not becoming a complete playboy even though he was in charge of a huge family property.

Back home, Erwin accepted Mrs. Granger's hug with a stiff face, and found that Hermione was there.

They have not yet returned to Manchester.

It's been half a month, and Miss Nutria's front teeth seem to have gotten bigger again.

It was almost dinner time, and Mrs. Granger entered the kitchen and started to get busy. Her arrival meant that the restaurant opposite would lose several days of business for the Stewart family.

Erwin motioned for Hermione to follow him upstairs.

After entering the room, Hermione spoke first, "I have something to ask you."

"What a coincidence, me too, let me go first." Erwin said bluntly, "What is the school's explanation for my sudden departure from Hogwarts these days?"

"Professor McGonagall said you went to a special study tour."

It's okay, the professors controlled the situation and didn't cause much impact.

"So did anything special happen during this time?"

"Yes." Hermione suddenly puffed out her flat chest proudly, "Together with Harry and Ron, I stopped Professor Quirrell and protected the Sorcerer's Stone!"

"Oh?" Erwin looked very interested, "Tell me carefully."

So in the next 10 minutes, he knew how the three children broke through several levels that were very difficult but just corresponded to the specialties of one of them. The courage, friendship and sacrifice they showed during the period were simply amazing. moving".

Hermione was particularly pleased with her performance on one deduction level.

"Nice," Erwin said.

According to the standard of a fairy tale, he added in his mind.

How could the defense mechanism set up for something as important as the Sorcerer's Stone be so childish? Erwin knew with his toes that it must have been deliberately arranged by Dumbledore.Harry is the son of prophecy, and it is necessary to cultivate his courage and belief in facing Voldemort from an early age.

"How did Quirrell end up?"

"In the end, Harry faced him alone, and it was said that Quirrell would burn if he touched him, so he used this to get the guy... out."

Erwin fell into deep thought, what kind of blood did Harry Potter inherit?

It couldn't be that Trelawney's divination made him have such a terrible ability to restrain Voldemort.

"What about you?" Hermione said suddenly, "You didn't take all the final exams, what about your subject grades? Did the professors say they would give you make-up exams?"

"No." Erwin was thinking, and replied casually.

"No?" Hermione was shocked, "Isn't that a repeating grade? You have to hurry to ask the professors when the next semester starts, you can't take the first-year class again! Most professors should be easy to talk to, but Potions... ..." She was worried, "Neville passed the test of twelve potion configurations, but Snape said he would definitely give you zero points..."

"Neville passed the potion test? Not bad, it's worth the effort I put into him," said Erwin.

As for repeating a grade?He wasn't worried at all, Dumbledore would definitely make arrangements for it, and it didn't matter if he did repeat the grade, it wouldn't be a bad thing to stay at Hogwarts for the rest of his life if he could.

Hermione felt that his attitude was unreasonable, so she shook her head helplessly.

Sometimes she really doesn't understand what's going on in this guy's mind.

At night, after Hermione and her mother had gone to bed, Erwin had another chance to talk to Professor Stewart.

He told all about his experience in Romania this time, except that he could become the Proto-Drake.

"I think the world is getting more and more interesting," said Professor Stewart.

Erwin didn't answer, he was thinking about the arrangements for the laboratory at Clayton University.

Magic can easily do things that science can't. Many problems that make countless doctors bald can be solved by wizards with just one spell, but this by no means means that science is useless compared to magic.

It's very simple, how many wizards in this world have a microscopic perspective at the atomic level?

If a wizard knows the principle of nuclear reaction, can he try to use grinding and development to achieve controllable nuclear fission and nuclear fusion?If someone who knows magic controls the hadron collider in Geneva, Switzerland, is it possible to obtain a stable miniature black hole?

Science has an irreplaceable role, which is to improve cognition.

This means that Clayton University's laboratory can turn to theoretical science research.

But before that, there was a more important task, Erwin handed a small package to Stuart.

It was the Fountain of Power that he brought in from the safe of the Romanian Fire Dragon Farm, and it was indeed ill-gotten wealth, so Erwin's expression was rather sneaky.

Even after being held hostage by Melanie, entering Wyrmrest Sanctuary, and returning to Hogwarts, he did not discard this small bag.

He took out several test tubes from it. "These are for you to study. After all, the Fountain of Power is pure magic in a sense. It would be great if you can find something."

He would never have imagined such an arrogant move a year ago.

In fact, he originally wanted Professor Stewart and the others to help them make these Fountains of Power into Galleons. After all, things like Fountains of Power are no longer that valuable to him.And the style of the gold coins minted by the goblins is not difficult to imitate, as long as the fountain of power is added in proportion, the minted ones can be said to be real Galleons.

But considering that after all, it is counterfeit currency, the first victim is the individual wizard, Erwin finally gave up this immoral idea.

Of course, the root cause was that he discovered that the goblin had numbered each Gallon, and there were no pure fools in this world.

Anyway, selling directly to pharmacies will also get half of the profit, he comforted himself.

Time passed quickly, and two days had passed in a blink of an eye, and an old man with white hair appeared in the courtyard of Stuart's house.

It was Dumbledore, who arrived as promised.

"Good morning, Miss Granger," he said, smiling to a stunned Hermione.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Erwin pushed open the door and said, "Can we go?"

"No hurry, I suggest you bring your luggage, we will spend a lot of time there."

Erwin immediately went back to the house to pack his clothes, pulled the suitcase and came out.

He didn't ask where Dumbledore was taking him, since he would soon find out anyway, it might as well keep a surprise.

After greeting Professor Stewart and Mrs. Gran and Mrs. Erwin, he walked to Dumbledore, who began to apparate.

Dumbledore's mastery of this teleportation spell can be said to be extremely proficient. He didn't need to touch Erwin. After a few seconds, the boy found that the surrounding environment changed drastically.

In front of him is an ordinary hut, behind him is an endless wilderness, and next to him is a person in a wheelchair.

He is very thin, old and can't tell his age, his skin is as white as his hair, just looking at him, Erwin can't help but think of a word:

Dead bones in the tomb.

"Good morning, Master Flamel." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Flame?" Erwin suddenly felt that the name was a little familiar, but before he could think about it, Dumbledore said again: "Have you destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone?"

The man in the wheelchair nodded with great difficulty, as if this movement would use up all his strength.

"I'm afraid you will regret it now." Dumbledore sighed.