The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

At least for now, large-scale assembly lines do not exist in magical society.

Therefore, the trade among wizards is not as developed as Erwin imagined. As the largest seller of medicinal materials and potions in the UK, although the Diagon Alley Pharmacy is rich in goods, it should be difficult to buy really valuable things. channel.

For example, the bottle of light blue magic awakening potion in Erwin's hand now.

If he had known that this potion was provided free of charge by Hogwarts, he would not have taken the risk and thought of becoming a dragon.

After all, I suffered from my youth.

Looking around, the little Muggle-born wizard was still a little hesitant, but the others had already drank the potion with normal faces. They should have known in advance that there would be such a release.

"How does it feel?" Erwin asked Neville next to him.

"Hmm... a little sour," Neville said, hiccupping.

At this time, all the little wizards had already drank the potion, including Hermione who looked suspicious. Erwin observed and found that no one had any abnormal reactions.

This shows that the medicinal effect is very mild, very suitable for young wizards of this age to take.

With Erwin's current bloodline, this potion can only be regarded as a drink with a strange taste to him. Of course, he didn't need to drink it, so when Snape wasn't paying attention, he directly stuffed the potion into the pocket of his robe, and took it I bought an empty medicine bottle of the same size and pretended that I had already drunk it.

The best way to deal with it is to take it back and analyze the ingredients with the equipment in LeMay's cabin.

Seeing that Snape didn't seem to be doing anything on the podium, Erwin raised his hand again, "Professor, can you tell me who is the master who made this potion?"

However, Snape just gave him a cold look, "Nicanor Hood, don't ask any more questions that have nothing to do with the content of the class."

Someone in Slytherin house giggled.

Sometimes I really can't understand the jokes of children, especially the less intelligent ones.

"The attitude is pretty good, at least it answered your question." Neville comforted beside him.

The Gryffindor students have started a new round of imprisonment for potions class. It is hard to imagine that Snape has such a persistent attitude and used various classroom methods to embarrass the Lion House, and it has been maintained for at least ten years. It can be said that it is quite Don't forget the original intention.

Perhaps this serves as an illustration of his strong will?

The two consecutive Potions classes were finally over, and when everyone rushed out of the classroom after class, Drago Malfoy finally couldn't hold back his show off.

"I've been drinking this potion since I was a kid," he said to the short-haired Slytherin girl next to him, loud enough for everyone to hear, "a bottle every three months, it's not that my dad can't make it to more, but there will be no additional effect if you drink too much."

But this had very limited impact on the Gryffindor students, and even Harry could find the loopholes in his words and attack them, "But you haven't shown much talent beyond everyone else, don't you think you're drinking so much?" Is it only at this level after the Magic Awakening Potion?"

Brother Yan immediately lost his temper. He was stunned for a while, but he couldn't think of any words to retaliate for a while, so he could only stare bitterly, "Shut up, Potter."

The aftermath of the underwear party was still there, and Master Malfoy's arrogance was severely hit. During this period of time, he basically behaved with his tail between his legs, and he didn't have the kind of dandy posture he made because he was the son of the school director.

Leaving the underground Potions classroom, Erwin went upstairs, ignored the noisy portraits, turned around and knocked on the door of the Transfiguration office.

Snape was unwilling to answer too many of Erwin's questions, but Professor McGonagall was not like that, and Erwin got the general information after ten minutes.

The Magic Awakening Potion was uniformly ordered by Hogwarts from Nicanor Hood and his team. The formula of the potion has not been made public, and Hood owns its patent.

Therefore, it is impossible to buy through open channels.

The effect of the potion is that taking it according to a certain period can significantly increase the magic power growth rate of the little wizard, but the effect is not very strong, and taking a large amount of it in a short period of time will not have any additional effects.

Erwin was not surprised. The magical bloodline became thinner with inheritance. The overall trend of the magical society must be worse than that of the next generation. Wizards must also take countermeasures against this phenomenon. m.biqmgè

That's why this kind of potion appeared.

Erwin himself was able to discover the effect of the dragon's blood extract, which can replenish magic power and slightly improve magic talent, and this is obviously not a secret, it is even common sense for senior wizards, otherwise it would not be used for Jin Gallon Smelting to secure the value of wizard currency.

Someone must be doing research on this.

"Can I buy the formula for the Magic Awakening Potion from that Hood pharmacist?" Erwin asked, but he didn't really hold out hope.

If he had this kind of secret recipe in hand, he would definitely not sell it or make it public.

"I'm afraid not." Professor McGonagall replied: "Master Hood has made outstanding contributions to potion science, so the Ministry of Magic allowed him to specialize in this kind of potion to obtain research and development funds, and the magic power awakening potion is also a controlled item. Random purchases are not allowed, let alone recipes."

At this time, Professor McGonagall suddenly changed the subject, "However, Hogwarts purchases more every year for emergencies. If you need it, I can approve you to receive two more bottles."

"Really?" Erwin's eyes lit up.

Professor McGonagall opened the back door?Could it be her wedding anniversary today?

"Hogwarts will never bury the talent of any student. Your level of magic power far exceeds that of your peers. I think you should need more potions to stimulate your further potential. What, as the head of Gryffindor Can't I take care of my students?" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows.

"I agree with both hands, the more this kind of care, the better." Erwin said immediately.

Professor McGonagall doesn't know his current bloodline, but a few more bottles of potion are still very useful for Erwin. The larger the sample size, the more accurate the composition can be analyzed, which is even more beneficial for him to develop his own bloodline potion. helpful.

Erwin had a hunch that his stuck blood potion research could finally make a breakthrough.

With the Chamber of Secrets as a venue, Riddle's black art teaching progress to Erwin was advancing rapidly. He kept asking Erwin to speed up his practice, and in mid-December he finally couldn't bear it and made his final request.

"This kind of teaching is ultimately limited in efficiency. If you can inject some magic power into me, I can condense it into a realistic image, so as to teach you magic more conveniently."

He finally couldn't hold it back, Erwin thought, but on the surface he still pretended to be a young boy who had been tricked by Riddle into all his trust.

"What should I do?" he wrote.

"Put your hand on the page and let go of your heart."

"Is this really appropriate?" Erwin showed just right hesitation.

"We've been together for so long, don't you still trust me?" Riddle began to play the emotional card, "It's just that the simple dedication of one party to the other cannot maintain friendship, and you should give me something in return. "

"Okay." Erwin seemed convinced.

In the secret room, the luminous stone in the mouth of the huge serpentine statue emits a faint white light.

Of course, Erwin wasn't really stupid enough to put his hand on it. He rummaged around and found a few small rune stones. The only function of this kind of stone is to store some magic power. The underlying technology of the tool.

Erwin put the rune stone on the page of the diary, and the rune on the stone quickly dimmed, indicating that the magic power contained in it was passing away rapidly.

Erwin took out his wand calmly and began to add magic power to the Rune Stone.

With such a medium as a transfer station, Erwin doesn't have to worry about Riddle's impact on him when transferring magic power. As for the consumption of this magic power, it is nothing to him at all.

After all, he is the primordial wizard.

The diary absorbs magic power like a black hole, and the amount it absorbs in a few seconds has far exceeded the maximum amount that a little wizard can store, and there is no sign of stopping. If it is an ordinary little wizard, at this time The soul has been completely controlled by Riddle because of the exhaustion of magic power.

But Erwin didn't feel anything special.

A faint phantom emerged behind the diary, and gradually became clear and solid.

It was a handsome young man with a handsome appearance that could distort the three views of some immature people. He was wearing the same black robe as Erwin, which showed that the style of Hogwarts school uniform had not changed for decades. .

After the virtual image became clear, Erwin immediately cut off the transmission. Of course, he could not provide unlimited magic power. He looked directly at Riddle, and Riddle was also looking directly at him.

"You're not Harry Potter," Riddle said softly after a while.

"Did you only find out now?" Erwin's tone was playful.

"Of course not, but I couldn't be sure who you were in the diary." Riddle looked around, looking at the bare walls of the secret room, "I can't feel my pet's breath, so it has been Did you kill it?"

"I deeply regret this, but I will not compensate you." Erwin shrugged.

"Interesting," Riddle didn't get angry, "So, you are really the only person who is qualified to talk to me these years, and we can be regarded as the same kind."

"I don't think we have any similarities." Erwin didn't give any face.

"Really?" Riddle smiled, "Don't you really enjoy the power that black magic brings to you? And you haven't handed over this diary to your professor yet, don't you also think that this school Is it essentially a shackle that only restricts you from displaying your talents?"

"I'm really flattered that you have such a high opinion of me. I'm Muggle-born, and it doesn't matter if I'm more pure-blooded."

However, Riddle was a little confused, "Why do you think I agree with that stupid pure-blood theory?"