The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

"How about it, are you confident to dispense this potion?" Erwin looked at Hermione with encouraging eyes.

After all, this is his "niece" in name, and as an elder, of course, he can't dampen the confidence of the younger generation.

"I think it should be fine..." Hermione, who had always been strong, actually lacked confidence.

"Don't be too psychologically stressed, you have many chances, it doesn't matter if you fail." Erwin looked to the other side, "Did Malfoy trouble you these few days?"

Hearing Malfoy's classmate's name, Ron looked at Harry with a funny look.

"Stop making those nasty jokes," said Harry grimly.

"What's disgusting? What a beautiful thing love is!" Ron quacked.

"So, everyone now thinks that Malfoy makes things difficult for Harry because he likes him?" Melanie said, with a very interested tone.

As the writer of The Underpants Party, she was of course curious about its ramifications.

"Nope," said Ron, always a bit uncomfortable when talking to pretty girls, "actually everyone knows it's just a joke, but it's really funny, isn't it?"

"Yes, very interesting." Melanie smiled.

"Enough is enough," Harry lamented.

"Having said that, if Malfoy really has some kind of affection for you, maybe it's really a good thing." Hermione said objectively and fairly: "It means that there is no need to worry about the Quidditch match tomorrow."

"Is it the Quidditch match tomorrow? How time flies." Erwin said casually.

"You didn't know that?" Ron looked at him in shock.

"Should I know?" Erwin was puzzled.

"If you want to unite with other students, you'd better pay attention to such group activities." Melanie whispered to Erwin.

She knew that he had such an intention, otherwise he wouldn't have distributed simple alarm rings to little Muggle-born wizards last time.

"I'm sorry that there have been a lot of things recently, so I forgot." Erwin reacted quickly, "Tomorrow is Gryffindor vs. Slytherin?"

Armed conflict between students is prohibited in Hogwarts, so the outcome of the Quidditch match is very meaningful.

"Yes, everyone in the Slytherin team now has a Nimbus 2001, and their advantage is too great." Hermione said.

"I don't think it's a big problem." Erwin shrugged, "After all, it depends on the Seeker."

A group of half-grown children have very limited time to train. Even if the broom is no match, it is basically impossible to have a difference of 150 points in a game. That is [-] goals.

If it weren't for the fact that the goals scored would also be included in the total score of the academy, Erwin felt that the other players might as well have a barbecue party on the court, and everyone had a good time watching the two Seekers fly in the sky while they were eating skewers.

Of course, he will not say such an idea, because in essence he does not plan to participate in Quidditch, no matter how outrageous the rules of this sport are, it will not affect him, and there is no need to express his opinions to prove that he is better than others. clever.

"Yes, Harry is under a lot of pressure." Hermione gave him a pitying look.

After chatting for a while, Hermione began urging Harry and Ron to write a History of Magic paper.

"Homework is due on Monday! You have to watch the game tomorrow! You only have one day left on Sunday! I don't understand how you have the confidence to do nothing here!"

"Can you stop saying such cruel things before the Quidditch match," Ron lamented, "at least until tomorrow."

"Could it be that after tomorrow you will go home directly after graduation without doing homework?" Hermione glared at him, thinking that this guy is really unreasonable.

For their..."flirting"?Erwin has little interest in getting involved.Bickering with each other, discussing emotional gossip, and looking forward to group activities, this is how normal 12-year-old boys and girls find some fun in their boring study life.

These three people still have some sense of crisis at least, and the other students, their panic caused by the rumors of the chamber of secrets has almost dissipated by this time, they don't need to know that there was a deadly creature in Hogwarts.

Like ordinary people in conventional society, most wizards actually don't have much ability to deal with danger. They need a stable and safe overall environment, and this requires someone to move forward secretly.

The typical one is Dumbledore, and Erwin feels that he also has a tendency to develop in this direction.

He left the lounge, walked up the steps to the door of the fourth grade boys' dormitory, and knocked lightly on the door.

The door opened, and a red-haired head poked out, "Erwin? What's the matter?" George Weasley, who had already put on his pajamas, asked.

There is a Quidditch match tomorrow, and Professor Dumbledore may be present. There is a very simple way to know in advance whether he will come back.

"Borrow the Marauder's Map, man," Erwin said.

Of course, Dumbledore could easily block the detection of the Marauder's Map, but as the headmaster, he would not say that he needed to cast an anti-detection spell on himself in his own school.

George looked around first, "Come in and talk."

Erwin followed him in, and I have to say that the men's dormitory gave people the same feeling, Fred and Lee Jordan were playing cards, and there were a lot of messy things on the bed of the two brothers, all kinds of snacks, herbs , glassware, a very strange combination.

George noticed Erwin's gaze, "Fred and I are trying to make some funny toys by ourselves. We're getting a little tired of those things in Zuko's Joke Shop...Here, the Marauder's Map."

They already regarded Erwin as one of their own.

Erwin took the map, "Funny toy? Any results?"

"So far just made some Gummy Farts and changed the color of the Phillipar fireworks."

"Okay." Erwin praised.

It is a rare thing to be able to transform magical knowledge into actual products, even if it is just a funny toy.These two are still quite talented.

Erwin opened the Marauder's Map and glanced at the principal's office, but he didn't see any names.

It seems that we can only see the headmaster until Christmas.

……

In the office of the Head of Slytherin, Severus Snape looked at Eisner Mantovani in front of him, with a stern light in his black pupils.

Although it was said that the instigator of the underwear party had already been punished and his prefect position was deprived, but as a high-ranking wizard, Snape certainly could not fail to see the abnormality in this.

Drago Malfoy and his two followers came from a magical family. Considering their background, an explanation must be given as soon as possible. Therefore, Eisner, who was not well-born, was directly identified as being mainly responsible, but this matter may That's not the way to end it.

Eisner confessed to buying medicinal materials and refining hallucinogens himself, but Snape only found something unusual after a little cross-examination, that is, when asked about some details, the student couldn't answer at all .

But he wasn't lying, even after taking some Veritaserum, he still said the same thing, which means he was telling the truth.

But the problem is, the truth does not mean the truth, which is why Veritaserum is often not very effective.Users will only state what they believe to be the truth, which may itself be false or false.

Then the only way to do it is to...

"Don't resist, Eisner." Snape's voice was emotionless.

Eisner was pale, but he didn't dare to avoid the wand pointed at his head, so he could only close his eyes.

"Insomnia."

Neither this spell nor Veritaserum could be used on Malfoy, but it was completely fine on Eisner. A student with no background could not resist his professor.

All the student's memories unfolded to Snape like a tome, and abnormalities were soon revealed. Certain pages of the tome were forcibly torn out, and then forcibly filled with new content.

"Sure enough." Snape sneered.

The method of the person who modified his memory was very rough and direct, without much skill, but what is strange is that the method was very crisp and neat, leaving no traces that could be used to infer his identity.

The only thing he could know was that the other party had done some research on potions and knew the detailed preparation process of hallucinogens, so he might be a senior student.

The memories of Malfoy and his two followers should be in the same situation, being forcibly modified, and these silly children still can't detect it.

Snape finished his insanity, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Although he didn't have much affection for these students, Slytherin was his house, and he couldn't accept damage to the house's reputation.

"Which students do you usually have conflicts with?" he asked.

The pale-faced Eisner was taken aback for a moment, and then said a few names in a daze.

Snape noted that these students who were about to graduate were naturally the most suspicious, especially Gryffindor.

"You can go." He said to Eisner again: "Although you can no longer be given the position of prefect, there will be no other punishments."

Eisner was stunned, and his eye sockets suddenly became wet.

The dean is indeed sympathetic to me.

"Hurry up?" Snape waved impatiently.

In his opinion, the current Slytherin house is almost all idiots, but the degree of stupidity is different, and this Eisner is still acceptable, otherwise it is impossible to make him a prefect, since this poor The worm is also a victim, so there is no need for him to bear too much guilt.

But he still has to be punished for his stupidity and incompetence, and having his memory modified means that he was completely controlled by a student, which is really embarrassing.

As Head of Slytherin, Snape naturally wanted to maintain justice, at least what he thought was fair.

Of course, he thought that most of the Slytherin students were idiots, and most of the students in the other three houses were almost pigs in his eyes. Snape hadn't seen him among the students since he took the teaching position. A truly outstanding person.

Not to mention the level of Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, there is not even a single one who can compare with him and his deadly enemy back then.

Even the self-important Hermione Granger was only as good as the books at an age when the luminaries of their day were already questioning the books and inventing their own spells.His rivals even taught themselves Animagus in third grade.

Is it because the magical bloodline is inevitably thinning?Snape was thoughtful.