The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

The time soon came to the end of July, everything was calm, and Erwin's life was really like that of an 11-year-old kid on summer vacation.

Since he moved into the house, a gas bill, nine advertisements, and an invitation to Professor Stewart to attend a physics seminar in Berne have been stuffed into the mailbox by the door, and as for the sealed parchment envelope, Not even a shadow.

With Erwin's strong mentality, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. During this period of time, he could neither exercise his kinetic energy granting ability, nor try the spells that Dipper said. Every moment was wasting time.

Maybe it's time to find a way to get the attention of the Ministry of Magic?According to Dipper, wizard children occasionally lose control of their magic power before entering school, and if there are serious consequences, the Ministry of Magic will deal with the aftermath.

This is a good idea, although there are risks, but the Ministry of Magic is actually a formal government, they should not do anything to Erwin, at most erase his memory.

Then the next step is to write a script so that I can reasonably display my magical talent, causing consequences that cannot be concealed but not so serious. At the same time, it is best to have a certain number of witnesses but not too many.

After careful consideration, and negating the possibility of traffic accidents, self-defense, and acts of righteousness, Erwin finally focused his attention on a nearby indoor basketball court.

Every day here, a group of high school-age teenagers are divided into two teams to fight against each other. It can be seen that they belong to the same group, and friction and fights are naturally inevitable among hot-blooded teenagers.

Erwin watched for two days, roughly figured out their names and relationships by eavesdropping on the conversation, and then started to act. When the basketball was about to be caught by a big red-haired man, Erwin put a little pressure on him. The mechanical effect makes it fly towards itself.

It's up to you, pushy Carol.

"Hey, throw the ball over here, you weakling," the redheaded physique admirer yelled as Erwin caught the ball.

Erwin snorted contemptuously. His disdain was sincere. He raised his hand at the opponent and made a light shot. The basketball flew over half the distance of the court and entered the basket.

Everyone was shocked. Most of the teenagers subconsciously said interjections with vulgar meanings, but no one noticed that the basketball's parabola violated the laws of physics.

Erwin raised his chin at Carol. His purpose was to let the other party bully him, so naturally he did whatever he deserved.

Carol's anger is immediately provoked, and it seems that the next moment is to pull the phalanges and give Erwin a hard blow.

Erwin is fearless, and when he takes a punch he can reasonably fight back, which is exactly what he expects.

But another tall boy intervened between the two, "Carol, bullying children is not something to be honored."

Carol snorted coldly.

"Can I play with you guys?" Erwin said inappropriately.

The tall boy was a little surprised. "Just because you're lucky to make a long-range three-pointer doesn't mean you're capable of playing with us." He shrugged.

Irwin didn't say much, motioned to give him the ball, and then, under the eyes of everyone, threw the ball into the basket again across most of the court. At that moment, the court was so quiet that the sound of the ball passing the net could be heard.

The tall boy took a deep breath, and it was obvious that two times in a row could no longer be called luck, "You can join." He said realistically.

"Then I will join your team." Erwin pointed at Carol, "He is my opponent."

"No problem." The tall boy was very refreshing, "I'm Jim, this is the Swordfish team, and Carol is leading the Megalodon team."

In the next half an hour, Irvine's performance was shocking. No matter where he was, as long as the ball was in his hands, there would be an 80.00% probability of entering the basket after at least five seconds. The reason why it was not [-]% was because Erwin felt that he should be more modest and not too high-profile.

Soon the basketball confrontation changed its form. The Swordfish tried their best to pass the ball to Erwin, while the Megalodon tried to form a wall to block him, but it didn't help much. As a result, the Swordfish team led by a full forty points at the end of the game.

"Please be sure to apply for our Walding Middle School!" Jim was incoherent with excitement, "You will definitely be admitted directly, and the principal will apply for the highest level of sports scholarship for you!"

On the other side, Carol's face was gloomy. Erwin has provoked him quite a lot in these 10 minutes, at least twenty times.

Sure enough, when the others left one after another, Carol approached Erwin who was deliberately dawdling, "You cheated."

"Do you think we're playing billiards?" Erwin fully expressed his sense of superiority with a high IQ, looking at the other person as if he was looking at a creature with a low IQ.

"You must have cheated." Carol was stubborn, "Basketball shouldn't fly like that."

"Aha, so how do you think you're supposed to fly, Mr. Red-haired Baboon? I bet a pound you can't even tell what the acceleration of gravity is."

Carol's fists were already clenched, and his face gradually turned red, which was the surge of blood caused by anger.

Come on, unleash your anger, Erwin thought.

However, at this moment a blonde girl patted Carol on the shoulder, "It's time to go, sweetheart, there's no need to haggle over a child."

The constipated look on Erwin's face flashed, "Is this your girlfriend? She doesn't look very smart either," he looked critically at the girl, "If you guys give birth to a child, it's so stupid Genes will be passed on, although the modern social system guarantees you such rights, but it is really not a good thing for the entire human race..."

With Erwin's persistent efforts, Carol's anger threshold was completely broken, and the casserole-sized fist came directly to Erwin's face.

"Shut up, Sanouf Bichi!"

Erwin tilted his head, of course he didn't avoid it completely, but let his forehead receive the punch that should have hit the eye socket, but it was still uncomfortable, he only felt a buzzing in his head, and he staggered back a few times He took a step and supported the ground with his hands so that he barely fell down, and a large bruise was swollen on his forehead.

No matter how amazing the will and intelligence are, it can't change the fact that his body is just a delicate 12-year-old boy.

Erwin naturally heard what Carol was saying. The keyword search was successful. He stood up staggeringly, and shouted in a voice that was crying with sincerity and loud enough for most people around him to hear. road:

"I won't allow you to insult my mother!"

The next moment, Carol flew up like a basketball under the action of a huge force, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself leaning on the backboard, with his fat buttocks firmly stuck in the basket.

He started screaming because his ass was really hurting, and it was only then that his blond girlfriend realized that a high-pitched scream echoed through the arena, making everyone look around and see the guy who was stuck in the hoop. carol.

a mess.

What would a kid who got into trouble do at this time?Of course it wouldn't be staying here to observe his masterpiece, Erwin took advantage of the opportunity that not many people noticed his side, and trotted back home.

This waited for more than six hours, so long that Erwin began to wonder if he had once again overestimated the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic, and they might not even find him as the perpetrator.

Fortunately, the doorbell rang.

Erwin opened the door a crack and looked out. Outside was a group of people in formal suits, but the styles and materials of their clothes seemed to be from 50 years ago.

"Hello, kid." The headed middle-aged man with red hair, who was a bit fat, tried to use his facial features to put on a kind expression, "Did you go to an indoor basketball stadium this morning?"

"No." Erwin immediately denied, with obvious fear and tension in his voice.

The nervousness is not fake, Erwin's brain is reviewing his previous plan rapidly, what should he do if the Ministry of Magic wants to deport him or erase his memory.

But none of these fears have materialized.

"Dishonest kid," the man smiled, "we know it's you, but don't be afraid, we won't do anything to you."

Erwin still watched them warily.

"Let's wait for his parents to come back, Arthur." Someone behind him said.

They seemed to pick a good time to come, because it happened to be when Professor Stewart was off work, and he was basically in charge of the laboratories at Clayton University. The old man didn't drive himself, and took the subway to and from get off work.

When Professor Stewart walked into the courtyard, he was quite surprised by the sudden appearance of such a group of people at the door, but then he noticed that Erwin had opened the door and winked at him.

Ordinary people's overall impression of scientists is that they are upright and inflexible, and the former Professor Stewart was indeed like this, but he has learned a lot from Erwin in the past few years.

The old man put on a confused expression, "Excuse me, are you..."

"I'm Arthur Weasley, Director of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. This matter is not my business, but the Misuse of Magic task list is at least twenty feet long, so we will take care of it this time." emergency... Long story short, this kid shoved a 17-year-old boy in the hoop this morning..."

Professor Stewart was rightfully taken aback, "What? Then I have to apologize for Erwin, but did I get it wrong? You just said that he stuffed another boy into the basket?"

"Yes, I think you should be aware of your child's magical talent."

"I may not be clear." Stewart said very seriously: "This kid has lived in Ethiopia for 12 years, and I became his guardian less than a month ago. Also, the Misuse of Muggle Substances Division sounds strange. Is there such a department in the government?"

This acting is already qualified, as if he really didn't know the existence of magic at all, Erwin almost gave him a thumbs up.

Arthur Weasley sighed, "Offended." He took out his wand and pointed it at Professor Stuart, who levitated uncontrollably a few seconds later, "That's how he stuffed that poor fat boy's ass in Getting to the rim, it's magic, and he's got that talent."

Professor Stewart didn't speak, he seemed stunned.

Mr. Weasley waved his wand and put Professor Stewart down, "The memories of that fat boy and all witnesses have been altered, and no one will remember what happened. Hogwarts will send the admission letter to this boy soon , that is the only wizarding school in England, where he will learn how to control and effectively use his talents, but before that, I hope you don't let him have any big mood swings, and it is best not to talk to ordinary Muggles touch."

Erwin suppressed the excitement in his heart. This torment was just to hear this sentence, but it was only less than six hours. These people from the Ministry of Magic were able to contact Ethiopia while erasing the memories of more than 100 people Confirm the situation, collect Erwin's information, communicate with Hogwarts and get the other party's response?

Or maybe there is no such complicated process at all. According to Mr. Arthur Weasley, the Ministry of Magic is really short of manpower. In this case, there is no reason to pay too much attention to the admission qualifications of an immigrant child.

Thanks to all the preparation I've done, even learning some Amharic, Erwin wanted to laugh for a moment.But no matter what, the iron gate was finally pushed out a crack.

As for what Arthur Weasley and Professor Stewart said later, Irwin didn't care, and after dismissing these Ministry of Magic officials, Professor Stewart shook his head at Irwin, "Your plan is actually not very clever. , you should discuss it with me."

"At least it succeeded, didn't it?" Erwin lay down on the sofa.

"Having said that, since they have the ability to add you to the school list, it proves that our conjecture is correct. The Ministry of Magic is indeed preventing the upper class in secular society from touching magic."

"The idea is very good, but their system is too easy to take advantage of. This may also show that the Ministry of Magic is not an efficient government." Erwin shrugged.

That seems like a good thing for him, at least for now.