The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Lockhart stared blankly at the boy in front of him.

Although he is ignorant, he is not really stupid.

Arranging safety facilities for the stadium is not as easy as saying a few words. It requires sufficient magic ability and professional rune knowledge, and more importantly, enough Galleons.

None of these conditions seemed to be achievable by a Hogwarts second-year student.

However, he didn't think there was anything unreasonable about it.

It's outrageous.

"I don't think you will refuse?"

Lockhart took a deep breath. Joining Hogwarts was the stupidest decision he had made in recent years. Why did he agree in a daze when he heard Dumbledore say that he could guide Harry Potter to gain fame? up?It's like being hit by the Imperius Curse, yes, he is really in a bad situation now, and he can't hide it after half of the school year has passed.

The lie repeated a thousand times seemed to be the truth. In the past bragging and deception, Lockhart gradually believed that he was the handsome and talented archmage who traveled around the world as he described. After building enough momentum, No one questioned him anymore.

But at Hogwarts, his every move was observed under a microscope, and the essence of the embroidered pillow was really difficult to conceal. After all, no matter how fooled you are as a teacher, you need to learn it.

"Why are you doing this? Helping me for no reason?" Lockhart swallowed.

"Because I suddenly feel that I should make more friends." Erwin leaned slightly relaxed on Lockhart's luxurious desk, still in a casual tone, "Of course not just making you a friend, but also your behind-the-scenes team."

"The behind-the-scenes team?" Lockhart's eyes dodged a little.

"At this moment, do you still want to pretend to be stupid?" Erwin shrugged, "You can only forget the curse, do you think I will be stupid enough to think that you can maintain a lie by yourself? Is everyone an idiot? , can’t see your clumsy performance? So someone must be helping you.”

Lockhart felt a chill down his spine.

"You are just a signboard that was pushed out, and there is a team behind it, let me think..." Erwin thought for a while, "Should the owner of Lihen Bookstore be counted as one? At least he should have some knowledge of your true magic level." I understand. You should also have an interest relationship with an official of the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, let it serve as your umbrella."

Lockhart forced a smile, his face contorted.

"There must be a wizard with real magic power to deal with doubts related to magic power for you. After all, you only need a bottle of compound soup to look like you..." Erwin remembered the magic that Hermione was preparing. Medicine, "He should also help you obtain 'materials'. After all, most of the wizards whose memories you have modified are of extraordinary strength. It is too unrealistic to rely on you to sneak attack and have a [-]% success rate."

A cold sweat began to break out on Lockhart's brow.

"As for you," Erwin looked him straight in the eye, "you offer your face, your writing skills, and you're happy to be pushed to the fore, to enjoy the fame, and being a puppet isn't bad, isn't it? Even like a clown. Coming to Hogwarts to teach should be the most stupid decision you make, because irrelevant people cannot enter here, and without the help of the team, you can only gradually expose the essence of the clown."

He put his hands together, "Are my guesses still accurate? Welcome to correct me."

Lockhart struggled for a while, and then showed a look of resignation. He seemed to be swimming in the shallows without swimming trunks, and then he was suddenly picked up. He was very at a loss for a while, "You...how did you know?"

"It's a simple causal inference. Similar routines are actually quite common among Muggles...Although wizards control magic, they don't necessarily have more wisdom than ordinary people...Well, don't be so nervous, I won't It wouldn't do me any good to expose you, would it?"

It means that when I find out that debunking you has any benefits, you have to give me more benefits.

Lockhart swallowed more frequently.

"What do you want?" he asked the question again.

"As I said, make a friend. You see, I already know your details and am willing to keep it a secret. Shouldn't you show something? For example, introduce me to the gentlemen behind you? Since We're about to collaborate, and we should always be honest, shouldn't we?"

Erwin's fingers tapped lightly on the desk surface.

……

Ten minutes later, Erwin left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with a piece of parchment.

On the parchment are several names, as well as their corresponding identities and occupations.

The situation is not much different from Erwin's guess, but he knows that Lockhart still has something to hide, because this team is definitely not capable of forming by himself.

The real core of existence, organizing these people to form a star-making team, is the real behind-the-scenes mastermind and the biggest beneficiary, and holding such a signboard as Lockhart will certainly not just let He writes books for royalties.

Lockhart is still unwilling to explain who or what force is behind the scenes, it doesn't matter, there will be a long time to come.

It's getting more and more interesting. When it comes to interests, magical society seems to be no different from normal society.

Although the unlucky Harry Potter caught the golden snitch, he couldn't participate in the celebration party. He was lying in the infirmary at this time.

Erwin found Hermione and learned about the situation. It would take a whole night for the missing bones to grow back.

Although the bones were disappeared by Lockhart, they can still be regarded as non-magic damage in essence, and they are low-level injuries like the wounds caused by the basic cutting curse, and they heal quickly.

After dinner, Erwin was going to the infirmary to talk to Harry about his attack, what?Professor McGonagall seems to have told him not to tell Harry the truth?Sorry, I forgot for a while with a bad memory.

Surely a victim has a right to know the truth, doesn't he?Perhaps Harry himself might have noticed something unusual.

"Five minutes." The school doctor Madam Pomfrey said concisely.

"Did Harry have a brain injury or some kind of mental illness?" Erwin asked.

"No."

"Then why would a few more words affect the growth of the hand bones?" Erwin said he couldn't understand.

"This is a hospital, not a place for a tea party. I can completely prevent you from seeing him."

"You're right, ma'am." Erwin dropped the argument immediately.

The boy who survived the catastrophe was lying on the hospital bed, gasping for air in pain. It seems that growing bones is not a wonderful experience.

Erwin told him bluntly that he was being attacked by a house-elf, which immediately perked up Harry.

"You saved me?"

"You can't say that, you should have caught the golden snitch when I interrupted that elf's spellcasting." Erwin shrugged.

Harry suddenly remembered something, "I also met an elf during the summer vacation, it wanted to prevent me from coming to Hogwarts..."

Erwin raised his eyebrows, "Interesting, this may be related."

But the clues were still very limited. Erwin casually asked which wizarding families Harry thought he might offend, and the kid immediately blurted out, "Malfoy."

At this time Madam Pomfrey came in and drove Irwin away. Considering that he might be injured and came to the professional school doctor, Irwin would certainly not offend her.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," he said to Harry.

Winning Slytherin, the Gryffindors celebrated until late in the common room, clearly a time for increased House cohesion.

In fact, Erwin was not very able to get involved, but Melanie got along well with them, and her scope of communication was not limited to girls in the lower grades.

She is really good at playing with simple hearts.

It was a very ordinary night, and the rest day planned for himself was only one day, so Erwin got up very early. When he was eating breakfast in the auditorium, he saw Potter, who was out of breath.

He should have come running directly from the infirmary, and his arm is completely normal.

Many people looked at him in amazement, is it necessary to work so hard for breakfast?

Regardless of other people's gazes, Harry went straight to Erwin, "That elf, it came to me last night."

"What elf?" Ron was confused.

"Let Harry explain the ins and outs to you later." Erwin said, throwing down the half-eaten toast, "Let's go to another place and talk about it in detail," he said to Harry.

The two walked out of the auditorium, walked through the corridor, and entered an empty classroom.

Harry caught his breath, raised his glasses, and told Erwin rather annoyed that the house elf was called Dobby, and all he did was to drive Harry out of Hogwarts, and he couldn't get into Hogwarts when school started. Go to platform nine and three-quarters thanks to it too.

Erwin listened very carefully, "So, this little guy named Dobby means that there will be a great danger inside Hogwarts? But will he refuse to say what the specific danger is? Who could it be?" Put a password on it?"

"Its master." Harry blurted out, barely needing further guidance from Erwin.

"Then the danger lurking in Hogwarts now..."

"The secret room!"

"Then the magical family that is hostile to you..."

"Malfoy..." Harry murmured, as if fully understanding.

Subjectively, he thought it was the Malfoy family, but Erwin had actually obtained definite evidence. According to Ginny's accusation, it was Lucius Malfoy who stuffed Riddle's diary into her textbook.

"Very good," Erwin clapped his hands, "It seems that the clues are complete and can form a chain. Although the elf named Dobby claimed to keep a secret, he actually revealed a lot of information. Maybe he did it on purpose. ? After all, judging from his performance, he seems to have been somewhat disobedient to his master's orders."

"He said he came to help me secretly, and he will punish himself severely when he returns." Harry thought.

"In other words, he can not tell his master what he did because he punished himself. This is considered to have found a loophole in the program? So now we only need to confirm one thing, and that is whether Dobby is the elf of the Malfoy family. "Erwin waved his hand, "It's just right, aren't you preparing compound soup?"