The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

"Should I go back to school and close the laboratory, and then send those graduate students home?" After walking out of the intensive care unit, Professor Stewart asked Erwin.He looked a little strange, although he was smiling, but his expression was rather stiff. "Today is a beautiful day. I can finally confirm that physics is nothing but a bubble. Sir Isaac Newton is the only one who knows the truth among physicists. Only he realizes the absurd nature of this world. The invisible hand exists. It just doesn't belong to God."

His current performance is already very good. You must know that after seeing Erwin's supernatural ability for the first time, he locked himself in the office, and it took him three weeks to regain his understanding of the world. Know.

"Not for the time being." Erwin replied somewhat absent-mindedly. The physics laboratory at Clayton University actually didn't have any research results. Its main job was to find feasible solutions to exercise Erwin's supernatural abilities. They also tried Knowing where the kinetic energy that Erwin imparted to the object came from, and ultimately found nothing.

Five years ago, Clayton University was just a low-end suburban university in London, and it wasn't originally called that.Irwin took substantial control of the private university with substantial sums of pounds in the name of the fictional "Mr. Clayton", who then logically assumed the same name.

Professor Stewart has a high status in the academic circles of the entire UK, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be hired by a low-level university like Clayton, but when he met Irwin by chance in a bookstore in London, Amazed by the child's intelligence, he became friends with him, and was shocked by Erwin's supernatural ability, and willingly accepted his employment.For a true scientist, a new and uncharted territory is an irresistible allure.

"Doctor Kuhlman." Erwin said to the private doctor who had been waiting outside the door before: "Contact London Bridge Hospital and ask them to send two better surgeons. I'm not questioning your ability, just We hope Mr Dipper receives the most effective treatment possible."

The current Dipper is a key to Erwin, leading to the mysterious magical world.

"Don't worry." Dr. Kullman nodded.

Erwin and Professor Stuart left together. When they walked around a corner, the professor suddenly lowered his voice, "Is there anything about magic in your memory?"

Because he couldn't be sure if it was his imagination, Erwin didn't hide that he had a strange memory, and told several close people, including Stuart.

"Yes." Erwin answered in the affirmative.

"Then that seems like good news."

"No," Erwin shook his head. "In my memory, these are more like the content of a literary work, and what's worse is that it's still a children's literature. I almost only remember the name of the protagonist."

"What is it?" Professor Stuart subconsciously held his breath.

"Harry Potter."

There was a long silence. Of course, Professor Stuart remembered the boy who survived the catastrophe mentioned by Dipper not long ago, and the two walked slowly, "It may be just a coincidence," the professor looked at Erwin, "Since we Make sure that part of your memory is about another parallel universe, then it's obviously normal to have something in common between two similar universes. Also I need to make sure you don't have anything other than that boy's name Accurate memory?"

"Unfortunately, no." Erwin shook his head, he was a little irritable, "It's just the memory of an ordinary person, with a huge amount of information and most of it is trivial in life, meaningless. The subject of this memory has not read that Department of Children's Literature."

"That is to say, there is no other direct evidence to prove that you have some kind of prophecy or that we are in the world of a literary work." Professor Stewart's tone was a little relaxed.

"But maybe there are really countless indifferent and mocking eyes above the dimension we live in, watching every move of us puppets, even if we try our best to break through the dimension, we will only be erased like ants. Erwin sneered, "What can we do? Perhaps the only thing we can do is to paralyze ourselves, and be mentally prepared to face the truth of this world one day."

Professor Stewart was silent.

The dreary conversation was interrupted by an exaggerated cry, "Erwin!"

A disheveled man stumbled over, exuding a strange smell all over his body, he bent down and grabbed the boy's shoulder tightly, "Are you alright?"

"I think since I'm standing here, there's no need to answer this kind of question, Uncle Felwood." Erwin looked helplessly at the lipstick mark on the neckline of the other party, "Besides, I think you should take a shower now, and then change your clothes." clothes."

From a worldly point of view, Felwood is a pure playboy, lustful, ignorant, and extravagant. This is indeed the case, but he is not without merits. Felwood is still smart and values ​​family. And the most important thing is to have enough self-knowledge.

The Frost family has a history of more than 200 years. Almost every generation of family members has a deep understanding of material wealth, and many of them have served as senior officials in the colony.Thanks to the efforts of the ancestors, the amount of family property passed down is astonishing even after time has passed.

The Frost population of these generations is not prosperous, and the air crash accident ten years ago left the entire family with only two uncles and nephews. It was indeed an accident, at least the investigators hired by the police and Felwood That's all it said.After that, the Frost family gradually realized the real estate they had mastered, retaining only two hotels and a few properties in central London, trying to downplay their own sense of existence.

It was Felwood who came forward to carry out these operations, and it was Irwin who made the decisions. Of course, Felwood didn't object, because he knew that he couldn't take care of so many assets.As for the reason why Erwin made the decision, it is naturally that there is a more dominant force in this world than money.

Erwin didn't even hide his memory from Felwood, because there was no need to hide it, the blood relationship between them was an unchangeable objective fact, and the uncle and nephew could be said to be dependent on each other.And compared to this memory with little practical effect, Erwin's intelligence level and supernatural ability far beyond his age are much more amazing, and even more incomprehensible.

After confirming that Erwin was safe and sound, Felwood showed a fierce look in his eyes, "Who attacked you? Can you confirm the identity of the other party?"

"Things are more complicated, but I can be sure that the other party is not coming for me,"

"That's it." Felwood heaved a sigh of relief, his ferocious look disappeared, and he turned into that lazy and dazed look again, "Then I have to go to sleep again..."

After all, he also experienced a "big battle" last night last night. Although the uncle was doing inexplicable things when his nephew was threatened with life, it makes people feel guilty, but since Erwin is fine, then Everything will be fine.

Five hours later, Felwood woke up again in his bed, the hangover finally over.He used a handful of banknotes to drive away the female creatures lying on his bed, and then learned from the manservant that his nephew was in the backyard at this time.

He went over and saw that Erwin and Professor Stewart seemed to be having some kind of shooting training at this time. The target was a white feather chicken, which seemed to have just been brought over from the kitchen.

"Passed out!"

Erwin yelled, honestly he thought it was stupid, it kind of felt like a fight in a children's play.The black magic wand in his hand emitted a crimson ray, but it only hit the grass on the side, causing a tiny explosion. The frightened white-feathered chicken fled to the bushes not far away, but was suddenly caught by a An invisible hand strangled the neck and lifted it up.

Erwin holds his left hand in the air and holds his wand in his right. It is not difficult for him to activate two abilities at the same time. "Drowsy!" Another red beam of light just flew by, only making the terrified poultry thump more violently.

With such a hit rate when hitting fixed targets, Erwin's face immediately darkened a little.The third red light beam finally hit, and the struggle of the white feather chicken stopped suddenly.

Professor Stewart examined the poultry, "yes, it just fainted, no other injuries."

"Chanting and casting spells are relatively simple, all you need is the correct spell and swing posture, but aiming and hitting is a little more troublesome." Erwin shook his hand, "The light emitted by this wand will have an unstable shift , the hit rate from ten yards would be very touching."

"You should be able to avoid this kind of ray attack. After all, you didn't levitate this chicken by emitting a beam of light." Stewart grabbed the white chicken's feet and waved his hand at Alvin.

"The primitive people who mastered how to make fire by drilling wood would only regard flint as an ordinary stone when they saw it for the first time. This metaphor may not be very appropriate, but Dipper really only knows the extent of 'flint collision will produce sparks' , and it is too difficult for me as a primitive person to deduce the oxidation reaction within a few hours from the most basic combustion phenomenon, or it is impossible at all." Erwin shrugged.

"It makes sense." Professor Stuart nodded approvingly, "If Mr. Dipper Keita was a brilliant wizard, he wouldn't have fallen into such a mess."

"If he hadn't fallen into such a dilemma, he wouldn't need our help." Erwin said as he re-sealed the black wand into a transparent plastic bag. This should be considered a dangerous item and must be kept properly.

Now it can be proved that he does not only have the supernatural ability endowed by kinetic energy, but has a complete magical talent, but because of the long-term specialized training, he is extremely outstanding in controlling objects with his mind, so outstanding that he can skip it directly. Flying spells, expulsion spells and other learning.

"What are you guys talking about?" Felwood walked over and sat down on the deck chair under the parasol, "Can you say something I can understand?"

He didn't care about the red light that Erwin had emitted before, he was used to the magic of his nephew.

"To make a long story short," Erwin sat on another recliner, "Most of the rumors about wizard magic in this world are true..."

After listening to Erwin's story, Felwood rarely put on a thoughtful look, "I don't know anything about such a group of magical people, and I haven't seen any supernatural phenomena in my impression." , except to do with Erwin."

"Maybe you have seen it, but you have forgotten it." Professor Stuart interjected, "They can modify other people's memories, which is really a terrifying ability..."

He suddenly looked at Erwin, his expression became serious, "Is it possible that your memory was also modified?"

"Maybe." Erwin was noncommittal, he only remembered the name Harry Potter, so there is indeed a possibility of being implanted in memory.But the problem is that the other contents in that memory are very detailed and logical, which means that the person who writes the memory for Erwin must be a wizard who knows the conventional world very well and has excellent logical thinking and narrative skills.

If such a wizard really exists, what is his purpose in writing memories for Erwin?

Erwin understood what Professor Stewart meant. If the truth is that such a wizard exists, then don't worry that they are just a group of marionettes trapped in the world of children's literature, which is obviously much better.

"Let me interject." Felwood raised his hand, "Is there no need for me to hire someone to inquire about S.H.I.E.L.D., Gotham City, or the School for Gifted Youth?"

"Yes." Erwin replied.

I'll shoot myself in the temple if that's true too, he muttered to himself.