The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Knocked on the door of the office of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Please come in." A male voice with a rising tone came from inside.

Erwin pushed open the door, and saw a huge portrait on the wall, and the person in the painting was sitting behind a desk beside him, and the two faces with the same standard sunshine were like two walls Blocked in front of his eyes, his smile was dazzling.

Erwin felt dizzy for a moment.

"What's the matter, young man?"

Erwin briefly explained his purpose for coming.

"Ah, I know you, talented and ambitious little guy, Muggle origin makes you unwilling to be inferior to others, and want to gain fame as soon as possible?" The man with blond hair stood up naturally and held his hand draped over Erwin's shoulders.

"Kids your age are eager to prove themselves," he continued, "just come to me, I can teach you some feasible methods... You should know who I am, right?"

"……Feel sorry."

"It's okay," the defense professor sighed, "You can ask other students later."

Seems like he's famous.

"Well, Professor, I'm just here to make up the grades of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the previous school year." Erwin said.

The first impression this man gave him was not good. Compared with Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, he obviously lacked self-cultivation and tolerance, and he did not seem to be very intelligent.

But people should not be judged by their appearance, so Erwin first had reservations.

"Last semester's grades?" The man was obviously taken aback.

Erwin briefly described the situation when he missed the final exam because of a special course.

"Well, even though I didn't teach you last school year, it is indeed within the scope of my duties, so..." The man walked back to his desk in a very chic manner, and took out a bag from the drawer. A piece of parchment.

"Buy all these books, read them all, and choose one to write a thesis on its content. This will be your final exam for the previous school year." The man waved his hand, ignoring Erwin's opinion.

"Break with a Female Ghost", "Traveling with Ghouls", "Traveling with Vampires"... Erwin looked at the titles of the books listed on the parchment, tilted his head slightly, and was a little puzzled.

It looks like a popular fantasy novel, not a serious academic work.

And these books are all written by the same author, Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Lockhart," Neville told Erwin in a daze before going to sleep at night, "is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It is said that he is a wizard with a legendary experience and has written many Popular book…”

Erwin finally remembered where he had seen the blond man before. When he entered the Lihen Bookstore in Diagon Alley for the first time, he saw a whole row of charming smiles like this on the bookshelves.

"All the students are going to buy his entire set?" Erwin asked.

"Yes, my grandma is very upset and thinks it's a waste of money."

The second-year courses at Hogwarts basically use the textbooks from the first-year, but the Defense Against the Dark Arts class suddenly needs to buy so many books, which is indeed a considerable extra expense for ordinary families.

There are a total of seven Lockhart books on the list. The average price of each book is calculated at three galleons, and the author gets half of the royalties. The income of [-] Galleons.

This man came to Hogwarts as a professor just to sell books, right?

After waking up, Erwin went to the Forbidden Forest before dawn, unfolded the Flamel hut, and worked in the alchemy room all morning.

At noon he went to the owl shed, and found his horned owl, Saby, who he hadn't brought back during the summer vacation. The beast had been living happily here for almost half a year, and was served by Hagrid every day with good food and drink.Erwin tied a rune stone to Saby's neck with a thin wire, "If this stone gets hot in the future, I will take the initiative to pick up work in Gryffindor Tower, understand?" Picking up Sabi's wings, I want to see how much fat this fat chicken has eaten.

The horned owl howled in protest.

This rune stone is to the extent that Erwin spent a whole morning, a simple long-distance sensor, and all the rune codes were carved by him himself.In the future, if he wanted Saby to send something, he wouldn't come to the owl shed.

Tying the list of required books to Saby's lap, Erwin patted its head lightly, "Get to work, go to the Lihen Bookstore in Diagon Alley."

Back to Hogwarts for lunch, but after entering the Great Hall, Erwin realized that he hadn't done a good job in time control, the dinner time was over, and now there was dessert on the table.

It's okay, Erwin intends to eat something to deal with it.

“This way, this way!” Melanie beckoned to Erwin with a white hand held up, beckoning him to take the empty seat next to her, where the plate was covered with steaks, chips and pies.

The dining table in Hogwarts has a two-way relationship with the kitchen in space, and I don’t know what method Melanie used to prevent the food from being sent back to the kitchen as leftovers.

"I saw that you missed your meal, so I drank some for you." Melanie said with a smile, the girl's eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

This is starting to please me?Erwin tilted his head slightly.

He was not polite, just sat down and started eating as quickly as possible. Melanie supported her head with her hands, just watching him from the side, and helping with small things like pouring pumpkin juice or passing pepper shakers from time to time. .

Ron, who happened to be sitting on the other side and watched all this, was so stunned that he even forgot to eat his pudding, "Didn't you just confess yesterday? Why did it happen today? Are you making progress so fast?"

"You misunderstood." Erwin didn't look up.

Melanie didn't speak, but smiled sweetly.

Ron didn't know whether his mood was sour or cooperative, so he could only eat his pudding.

After filling his stomach, Erwin suddenly looked at Melanie, "What do you think of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Lockhart?"

Melanie was taken aback, "He, he should be a fairly good comedian." There was a hint of disdain in the cold voice.

"How to say?" Erwin became interested.

"He is deliberately using acting skills and lies to create an image of an omnipotent legendary wizard."

"How did you determine that the image he created was false?"

"He brought some Cornish elves to class the first time, and he couldn't even deal with little things that could do little real harm, and Defense Against the Dark Arts has been 'Lockhart' in every year since. Complete Reading Seminar'."

Erwin nodded, this is really outrageous.

Melanie lowered her voice suddenly, and moved closer to Erwin, "Did you know that he has a book called "Traveling with Vampires"?"

"I have a little impression." Erwin started to eat dessert.

"That book was about him meeting a vampire who claimed to be Lord Lightninger. There was a real person in the vampire, and his appearance and title were all correct. The description of the vampire in the book was generally correct." May Lani paused, "But the problem is, Lord Lightnings died 60 years ago."

"Interesting." Erwin nodded slightly.

Gilderoy Lockhart was no more than 40 years old, and Erwin already had a rough idea of ​​what he was.

Poor Lockhart probably had no idea that there were real vampires at Hogwarts when he accepted the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

Erwin suddenly looked at Melanie again, did this woman reveal her age unintentionally? "Are you familiar with that Lord Lightnings?" he asked casually.

"I've only met a few times. The number of high-level blood races is not many, and almost everyone knows each other."

Erwin had completely eaten everything on the plate at this time, and got up to leave, "Where are you going this afternoon?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Erwin said politely, but refused to be thousands of miles away.

This level of flattery is useless, and Erwin will not be affected in any way, but he is curious about how long the female vampire has perseverance and how much she is willing to pay.

Melanie looked a little aggrieved.

Walking out of the auditorium, Erwin planned to go to the Forbidden Forest, but there was no way, only there would be enough space to unobtrusively unfold the Flamel Cabin.

Halfway, he saw the administrator Filch was carrying a mop and a level, struggling to clean the stains on the gate.

Laughter came from not far away, and a few more large dung eggs were thrown over, covering the ground with a layer of stinky yellow.

Filch was so angry that he roared, but those students had already run away, and they couldn't even see their faces clearly.

After a few years at Hogwarts, most students will discover that Filch the Administrator doesn't actually have any magical abilities.

He's a squib.

Children with magical talents may be born among ordinary people, and people without magical abilities may appear in wizard families due to the gradual thinning of blood.Losing magical abilities is the greatest fear for wizards, so the whole wizarding society is full of malice towards Squibs, and even the Hogwarts admissions brochure will proudly mark: the recognition rate of Squibs is [-]%.

In fact, this is not a fairy tale world. Talented blood has already determined many things. If one is born with a good magical talent, everything that one has come into contact with since childhood will naturally be bright and warm.

If Erwin hadn't had the encounter in Wyrmrest Sanctuary, he would not have been valued so much by Dumbledore, let alone see Nicole Flamel before he died and accept his last teaching. This is reality.

How could a person with no magical ability manage the little wizards of Hogwarts? No wonder Filch never gave the students a good face. He couldn't even handle Peeves. The only thing he could rely on was his He has nothing but the deterrent effect of his position.

Naturally, it is impossible for Filch to be responsible for the school's sanitation and cleaning. The house elves will come out to work after nightfall, but Filch still has to clean up the stains left by the students after their playfulness. A declaration of his authority.

In fact, it is quite sad. Filch, who is hated by many students, is just a poor man in essence.

Erwin watched silently for a while, remembering the bleak figure who was struggling to clean alone.