The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Erwin and Qi exchanged a glance, and the woman seemed to realize that she had been rude, and lowered her head guiltily.

But this also reminded Erwin that if he wants to move freely in the wizarding world, it is best not to use his true identity, and in essence he is just a student at school.

Although his height was close to that of an adult, his face was a little too tender.

Although there is a simple magic trick to make the shadow of the hat completely cover the face, this trick is not immune to the detection spell.It's really embarrassing for someone to reveal his true face with a single spell.

Maybe consider getting yourself a mask?According to the standard of normal combat rune items, it has a certain degree of spell resistance so that it will not be easily affected by most magic.There must be no place to sell this kind of mask, so he has to make it himself.

Covering the face while wearing a wide, shapeless cloak, with a new name, makes it easy to construct another identity.

"Erwin!" Suddenly someone called him.

It was Mr. Granger, sitting with Mr. Weasley on a chair outside the ice cream shop.

It seems that they should have become friends, chatting among middle-aged men.

As for the content of the chat, apart from the difference in life between Muggles and wizards, there is a high probability that it is some trivial matters, and at the same time complaining about the strong wife.

"Do you want ice cream?" Mr. Granger said very kindly: "Mr. Weasley just told me that the ice cream made by wizards can make people feel happy and joyful, but it is not the addition of psychotropic drugs. , but with a simple magic."

"Happy spell?" Erwin knew it.

It is also a kind of magic that makes the target feel certain emotions. The happiness spell is a permitted and widely used white magic, but if it is to create negative emotions such as fear, it is classified as black magic.

"Yes," said Mr. Weasley, looking at Erwin approvingly.

His attitude was to treat Erwin as an ordinary child of the younger generation, obviously not knowing whose hands his classic Ford Anglia car had fallen into now.

After Percy took the five hundred Galleons, he didn't report the matter to the family in detail. Percy, a good student with good character and academics, is not a good baby at home, he has his own ideas.

"If you're looking for Hermione, she's in the owl shop with Harry and Ron," said Mr Granger.

Erwin nodded, he had nothing to do in Diagon Alley.

"By the way, would they like ice cream," said Mr. Weasley.

After winning the Galleon Award, Mr. Weasley seemed to spend a lot of money, and he no longer had to break a Nat in half like before.

I just don't know how many of the seven hundred Galleons are left after the trip to Egypt.

It says it is an owl shop, but in fact this shop sells all kinds of pets.As soon as Erwin reached the door, a gray mouse rushed out like an arrow.

"Scabbets!" The door curtain was pushed open, and Ron and Harry, who exclaimed, chased out.

Erwin had quick eyes and quick hands, took out his wand and pointed it, and the gray-haired mouse was suspended, its limbs fluttered, and at the same time its inertia was offset by a reverse force.

Ron hugged it tightly.

"I remember that Professor Flitwick repeatedly emphasized in the Charms class that wizards should learn to use wands to deal with problems." Erwin said.

"Why do you talk like Hermione?" Ron was a little helpless.

They go back to the owl shop, and the female shopkeeper even remembers Erwin, a unique teenager who wants to buy the biggest owl.

Lying on the counter was a massive ginger cat with a face that was as low as a normal cat's, with the flattened features of a rare breed.

Hermione was scratching its chin, and the big cat purred comfortably.

"Why don't you put the cat in a cage?" Ron said angrily to the shopkeeper.

"Crookshanks is not usually like this. It never took the initiative to attack other pets before..." The female shopkeeper was very helpless and could only apologize.

"It was just frightened and not injured." After checking Banban's condition, the female shopkeeper said: "But it is really not in a good condition, it should be because of its age, I will give you some rat medicine... ..."

She poured a dark red liquid into the small cup, and put it in front of Banban.

The gray mouse didn't even look at it.

The shopkeeper was very surprised, "I added something that the mouse likes very much. Doesn't this attract it?"

"Scabbets is really different from other mice..." said Ron.

It wasn't the first time he brought Banban here, so the shopkeeper knew that this mouse had lived for at least ten years.

"Son, you have to know that there is a gap in the lifespan of most animals and humans, pets cannot always be with us..." She said with some hesitation: "Parting is inevitable, I think you can consider a new pet... …or leave your beloved pets with offspring."

"Descendants?" Ron was taken aback, he vaguely remembered that Erwin had mentioned it to him in a joking tone.

"After all, the most important thing for an animal is to reproduce, isn't it?" If you can raise it, you can sell it to me..."

Erwin understood.As expected of a businessman, this is what he wanted to breed a new breed of long-lived mouse.

But isn't it because of her genes that she isn't afraid of Scabbers?

Hearing that it could be sold for money, Ron was very moved, but when he thought that he would take Banban to school, and then let Banban and his wives make dolls in his dormitory...it was unimaginable.

He had to decline, and Harry, who shared Ron's bedroom, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"How much is the cat?" Hermione asked suddenly.

She's not interested in rodents, so she was totally looking this way just now, and she was playing with the big ginger cat.

"Are you going to be its owner?" The female shopkeeper was very happy, "One Galleon, only one Galleon is enough."

The price is very low, which shows that the cat is a slow-moving item.

Hermione paid the money readily, after all, according to the exchange rate, it was only five pounds.

"Hermione!" Ron was very angry, "How could you do this!"

"What?" Hermione looked puzzled.

"Ban Ban is so afraid of it, you still want to buy this cat!"

"I just want to buy a pet that I like. Cats are the most suitable. They are not easily noticed by ordinary people like other pets, and my parents are also easy to accept."

"But cats eat mice!"

"But owls also eat mice," Hermione was puzzled. "Could it be that I can only buy toads? I don't like that kind of slimy animal."

Ron was speechless.

To express her apology, the female shopkeeper presented Ron with a bottle of rat medicine before leaving. "You can mix it in your daily food and feed it to your rats." She kindly suggested.

After eating the ice cream Mr. Weasley invited, several children broke up because of the pet issue.Harry would stay at the Leaky Cauldron while Erwin and Hermione headed home.

"I bought a Garfield cat for five pounds? It's a good deal." Mr. Granger was quite satisfied.

Hermione sat in the back seat, scratching the back of the ear of the cat named Crookshanks.

There's a new addition to Professor Stewart's house.

Not all wizard pets have magical abilities, but they generally show a much higher IQ than their kind.

Just like owls, basically all owls domesticated by wizards have basic language comprehension skills.

Crookshanks has also shown a high IQ. The most notable one is that it does not need a litter box at all, and even flushes the toilet by itself after the convenience is over.

Erwin simply let it levitate for a few seconds to make Crookshanks realize that he was irresistible, and then fed some small dried fish from time to time, and the cat could obey its commands.

This is much easier than when taming Saby back then.

Basic handshakes and lying down instructions are trivial to Crookshanks. In a few days, it can act as a mouthpiece between family members, and it can also be completely handed over to it when picking up newspapers in the mailbox.

Mr. Granger especially likes to let him hold razors and other small items for him, and he never tires of it. Unfortunately, it is 1993, and he cannot post on social networking sites. He can only share with his neighbors that they have a smart cat in their house.

"I'm going back to Romania." Melanie said suddenly when there were still five days before September [-]st.

Erwin looked at her.

"Don't worry." Melanie chuckled, "How can I leave you now? I just go back and get some things."

"Is your safety guaranteed?" Erwin asked.

"Are you concerned about me?" Melanie looked at him blissfully.

"Probably." Erwin didn't deny it either.The recovered female vampire was indeed his help.

"The sleeping old guy will be sleeping all the time, I can't be stupid enough to disturb them." Melanie brushed her hair, "I'm going to do something, at least try to erase the memory of me over there." Traces. After all, I'm essentially a 'betrayer' Dracula now."

Erwin nodded slightly. The vampire family has close ties, and after Melanie became his subordinate, it was actually tantamount to ending her blood contract with the Dracula clan, and she was no longer restricted by it.

This is indeed a betrayal.

"Be careful here," he said.

Melanie smiled. She suddenly wanted to sneak a kiss to Erwin when she was leaving, but she dismissed the idea.

Don't worry, this is not a little boy who is easily teased.

She retreated into the shadows, her figure slowly disappearing.

There is also the ability to teleport in blood magic, but it is very limited. Basically, it can only be teleported at a fixed point, which is far less convenient than Apparition.

Of course, now that she has become Erwin's subordinate, Melanie already has the ability to learn apparation, and she is no longer bound by blood magic.

Two days later, when Mrs. Granger had nearly packed Hermione and Erwin's luggage, Melanie returned.

"You turned into a bat and flew back? No wonder it took two days. It's hard work for you." Erwin was a little surprised.

Not only to fly a long distance, but also to avoid the detection of British wizards.

"Because there is no blood ceremony altar in the UK," Melanie said, "The current sphere of influence of the blood clan is only limited to Romania."

She suddenly became a little excited, and took out a silver-gray dress, "Try it on!"

"What is this?" Erwin looked at the garment that looked like a robe.

"The king's cloak, this is only eligible to be worn by the blood family above the duke. It is an absolute status symbol! Look!"

A black and red dagger appeared in Melanie's fair hand. This was a creation of her coagulated blood. The dagger was stabbed vigorously into the fabric of the robe without leaving any marks on it. When it was cut horizontally, the dagger was actually cut open up.

Very strong defense and toughness, not visible from the fabric at all.

"It has very good protection against magic and physical blows," Melanie said. "Of course, more importantly, it can completely isolate other people's perception of your body."

"How to say?" Erwin's pupils shrank slightly.

"It can be understood that no one can directly trigger a magical effect in your body." Melanie's red lips carried a hint of a smile.

When the magic power gap is too large, there will be an instant killing effect similar to being directly drained of body water or making the blood boil, and the main function of this cloak seems to be to prevent this situation.

"Anyone?" Erwin asked.

"Probably." Melanie was a little uncertain, "At least put on this princely cloak, you can at least be immune to a huge part of the blood magic."

Erwin took a deep breath, if it was as Melanie said, this princely cloak was of great value.

Immunity to most blood magic aside, just keeping him from being instantly killed when facing a super wizard makes a lot of sense.

"But since it's called the prince's cloak, and it's a status symbol of the Duke and above, where did you get it?" Erwin was still puzzled.

"I am the contemporary 'awakened' of the Dracula family." Melanie smiled slightly.

Erwin recalled that in order to prolong their lifespan, most vampires sleep for a long time and wake up in turn to deal with family and daily chores.

The strongest of Dracula's generation of awakened seems to be Countess Melanie.

"Those old guys won't be able to wake up for a while, so I opened Dracula's treasury to see what good things are in it. Anyway, I have already rebelled, and if those old guys find out, I will definitely die. One, so don’t take it for nothing.” Melanie looked very indifferent, “I didn’t expect it to be a prince’s cloak! It’s a big profit.”

This female vampire obviously has no high moral values.

"Why don't you keep it for yourself?" Erwin narrowed his eyes.

"Because I'm worried about you. You are my king. After arriving in the United States, I can't protect you." Melanie blinked playfully.

Erwin remained silent. If it was the past, he would definitely have responded with a cold attitude to Melanie's overtures to prevent her from making further progress.

But this time, the benefits are really big, and it seems impossible to refuse.