The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

"Wake up, Erwin, wake up!"

Erwin opened his eyes in a daze, first he saw Neville's kind round face, and then he looked at the clock on the wall.

"It's only seven o'clock? Doesn't it mean that the game starts at eleven o'clock?"

Now that he decided to participate in group activities to watch the Quidditch match, Erwin simply took the whole day as a rest day, so he felt very uncomfortable that he rarely slept in and was disturbed.

"But breakfast is only served before nine o'clock! If you don't eat more, you will be hungry when you watch the game!"

Neville was right, so Erwin got up.

"Since you like Quidditch so much, Neville, why don't you consider applying to join the team?" Erwin asked as he put on his school uniform robe and a golden-red scarf.

Today is a confrontation between two colleges, so you must dress enough to be recognizable as a camp.

"Me?" Neville smiled, "I'm not born with a lot of athletic cells. This has nothing to do with self-confidence, but purely a matter of ability. It's better for a person like me to stay on the ground."

The two went to have breakfast together, the lounge was empty, and the auditorium was full, which showed that Erwin was indeed getting up late.

Each long table has the unique color of each college, and there are lights and shadows of the representative animals of each college hanging in the sky. This is a simple visual illusion, but it can directly fill the students with a sense of belonging.

"This way!" Ron waved to them, indicating that there was space on his and Hermione's side.

"Where's Harry?" Erwin asked after sitting down.

"The players have assembled in advance for pre-match training. Wood really wants to win, or we all want to win." Ron chewed a muffin and said vaguely.

His fat gray mouse, Spotted, is gnawing happily on a walnut wrapped in syrup. Compared with last year, it has grown fatter and its hair is more shiny. It should be able to catch it in school. More food than the Weasleys' sake.

At this time, the sound of flapping wings echoed in the sky above the auditorium, and the owls came to deliver the packages together, and one of them was a very strong figure, which was Erwin's horned owl.

It threw a package into Erwin's arms, and then stood on his shoulder and ate the bacon in his bowl majestically. Erwin was busy unpacking the package and ignored it for the time being.

The package was sent by Professor Stewart. Inside was a stack of drawings, a complete set of design drawings for the Ford Andrea.

In this age of information technology in its infancy, even with the almighty pound, it takes some time to find the detailed blueprints of a decades-old car.

The Weasley family's sentient car was still lying in the sinkhole in the Forbidden Forest at this time, completely lying on the ground after being crossed by Quasimodo.Now that I have the blueprint, I should be able to fix it with the Restoration Charm.

Sabi's head moved quickly, and soon the bacon was swallowed up by it, and then it became vicious and stared at the fat gray mouse not far away.

Owls eat mice, it's a matter of course.

The predator's nature made it temporarily forget the owner's repeated prohibition against harming other pets, and suddenly pecked at the fat mouse.

The distance was too close, and ordinary rodents must have no chance of surviving, but this fat mouse suddenly showed amazing agility. While avoiding Saby's beak, it even ran directly to Ron's side, and burrowed into it. into his sleeve, the speed was so fast that it left afterimages.

Saby's peck missed, leaving a glaring hole in the tablecloth.

"Oh, Scabbers, don't get in there, don't!" screamed Ron, as he began to writhe weirdly.

Erwin immediately grabbed Saby's two wings, turned its head 180 degrees with the other hand, looked at the big innocent eyes of this stupid bird, and raised his eyebrows.

"You're disobedient again." As he spoke, he gave Sabi a heavy blow on the head as punishment.

The owl let out an aggrieved cry and remained motionless, not even daring to turn its head away. It behaved like a quail. It didn't have any remorse for what it did wrong, but was simply afraid of Erwin.

"Sorry, your pet isn't hurt, is it?" Erwin said.

Ron should have appeased Banban at this time, although he was still a little angry, but since Erwin was so friendly, he couldn't show a bad attitude, "You should really take care of your owl. "He said with some complaints.

Erwin apologized again, and then changed the subject, "Your Banban is pretty good, it's very fast, and it looks much better than ordinary mice."

Ron's expression was as if Erwin was praising himself, "Of course, Scabbers is different."

"If I remember correctly, your mouse may be older than you?" Erwin said casually: "Generally speaking, this kind of mouse that is much better than the same kind is born because of some kind of magic. Individual, it might even be an Animagvath or druid or something..."

The squirrel hiding in the interlayer of Ron's clothes couldn't help but tremble when he heard this sentence.

Ron didn't care at all, he just took it as a joke, "I think your owl is more like an Animagus."

After breakfast, the students went to the Quidditch pitch collectively.A few drops of rain fell, Erwin looked at the gray sky, and it would not be long before the rain fell.

This does not seem to be a suitable weather for playing.

The Quidditch pitch is a rather magnificent building. Each college has a stand, and the professor is on the commentary stand. Erwin looked over and saw that most of the faculty and staff, including Hagrid, were present.

But only the principal could not be seen.

It's kind of weird, isn't it?Although Professor Dumbledore has many titles, such as the President of the International Association of Wizards and the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, the headmaster of Hogwarts is his essential job, and it makes no sense to say that he is not at school most of the time.

The Gryffindor students around Irwin were eagerly chatting about Quidditch, while inside the stadium, the Gryffindor team and the Slytherin team were having a "friendly" pre-match exchange, even though they were separated by From such a distance, it can still be seen that the players on both sides have the urge to poke broomsticks directly into each other's nostrils.

The sky was getting darker and raindrops were falling, and it seemed that the players had to play in the rain, and what was worse was that not many spectators seemed to bring rain gear.

Of course this won't be a problem.

On the commentary stand, Snape raised his wand, and after briefly reciting a few syllables, three beams of light shot up into the sky, exploded in mid-air, and turned into streamers of light. The dark clouds dissipated, and brilliant sunlight fell.

The weather immediately cleared up.

Using weather spells to change the weather, the basic operation of high-level wizards.

Snape showed such a trick, and the Slytherin side became very imposing, even on the Gryffindor side, their flattery could be heard.

With Mrs. Hooch's whistle, the game officially began. Immediately after taking off, other players began to fight fiercely, while the two Seekers began to wander - first they had to find the Golden Snitch, which was largely See luck.

Every goal will lead to cheers, because the goal score is the real academy points.The extremely excellent classroom performance in daily study can only win five points at most, which is equivalent to one-half of a goal. Erwin feels that it is not worth it for Hermione, but the little girl doesn't seem to have such an idea , cheering for Harry with a flushed face.

Erwin also noticed that Neville was watching intently through Seamus's telescope, while Colin Creevey kept clicking the shutter of his camera, as if to record every movement of Harry Potter Same.

On the girls' side, Melanie was handing out the brioche she had brought, and everyone got a share, including Ginny, which further made her win everyone's favor.

Looking at the desserts in the hands of those girls, Erwin suddenly thought that Hogwarts seemed to lack the equipment that a school should have. That's right, the commissary, or the on-campus store.

Although the school provides free meals, children still have a need for snacks. Necessary learning items and novelty toys can be paid for by students.

There are various shops in Hogsmeade, but only students from the third year and above can go there regularly, which is really inconvenient.

Erwin felt that when he saw Dumbledore next time, he could make a suggestion. Even if the operation was outsourced, the school itself would have good benefits, which could reduce some of the financial pressure.

He didn't have much interest in the game itself, and his thinking naturally turned elsewhere.

"What's going on?! Why does that Bludger keep chasing Harry?" Neville shouted suddenly.

Erwin was alert and looked towards the field. With his enhanced eyesight, he could see the general situation without a telescope. Indeed, as Neville said, Harry was in trouble.

Although the function of the Bludger is to interfere with the players, the aggressiveness and purpose of this Bludger is too obvious, and it is very likely that someone is using some kind of magic to manipulate it.

The distance is too far, far beyond the scope of Erwin's kinetic energy, he has no way to help Harry immediately, and on the rostrum, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape got into some kind of quarrel, it seems that because McGonagall Professor Ge saw the abnormality, and Snape did not agree to suspend the game.

Although his intention to sit back and watch Potter suffer is very obvious, at least it shows that he is not the one who secretly controls the Bludger.

Harry was doing his best to dodge, he was small and good at flying, and he could hold on for the time being without getting hit by the Bludgers, and the batter brothers George and Fred were doing their best to help him.

Erwin started watching the Bludger.

For any wizard or magical creature, his spellcasting range must be limited, not to mention the need for precise control of mind control. It can be understood that the farther the Bludger is from the caster, the more influence he will have on it. weak.

Therefore, it only needs to observe for a period of time to roughly determine the location of the caster.

It was a bit of a surprise that it wasn't Slytherin in the Hufflepuff audience.

But the Hufflepuff auditorium was also full of students, and no one was using a wand, or performing spell-casting actions such as gazing or chanting.

Perhaps the caster may not be visually observable and not among the students.

After briefly explaining to Neville, Erwin left the auditorium, came to the highest point of the Gryffindor stand, took out his wand, and drew a smooth arc towards the Hufflepuff stand.

Hurricane Curse!

Strictly speaking, this is actually a kind of weather spell.