The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Once Erwin entered Filch's office, he sniffed his nose.

Fred and George said that Filch had a morbid relationship with his cat. The two brothers were frequent visitors to the administrator's office, and every time they came here, they would smell like fried fish.

But now, with poor Mrs. Norris as hard as a rock, Filch naturally didn't need to prepare cat food thoughtfully.

It is definitely difficult to negotiate directly with Filch as a student, because students are equivalent to faculty members in a weak position. With Filch's personality, he may not even be willing to listen to Erwin's words.

That's why Erwin asked Lockhart to come forward. In his name as a professor, at least he could communicate with Filch normally.

Unexpectedly, Lockhart actually talked to Filch directly. Elvin thought he would have to waste some time, but now there is no need for it.

Although it is said that it is in the name of Dumbledore, it has to be said that within the scope of Hogwarts, the banner of the headmaster is really easy to use.

However, instigating the house-elf in the kitchen to arrest Dobby and letting the administrator Filch drink the blood-diffusion potion are essentially things that can benefit Hogwarts itself, and strictly speaking, they are not out of bounds.

Filch was a little restless. In fact, he didn't quite believe how capable the half-grown boy in front of him was. This boy named Erwin was only in the second grade, so how much time would he have to research a reliable one? Potion?

"Is this really done under the guidance of Professor Dumbledore?" He looked at the bottle of dark red liquid in Erwin's hand.

"Don't worry." Lockhart replied directly.

"Then I...drink it directly?" Filch's two eyebrows almost twitched together.

"It's best not to." Erwin said: "After drinking, you will feel severe pain, so you will first inhale the anesthetic mandala powder, and then use the stun spell on you, so that you can survive."

It is said that only by enduring severe pain can one successfully transform, but this is a very unfounded statement. Pain is pain, it does not make a person stronger, and severe pain may cause serious physical and psychological problems, so It should be avoided if possible.

When Nicole Flamel performed the blood grafting operation on Erwin, he also temporarily separated his soul to avoid pain.

The corner of Filch's mouth twitched, "As long as I drink this potion, can I use magic?"

It was Lockhart who replied, and he looked impatient, "Listen, this is Professor Dumbledore's special care for you. If you don't want to, forget it. There is so much nonsense."

Filch's complexion changed, and at this moment, he recalled all the ridicule and blank stares he had suffered since he was a child.

"Okay, I'll drink."

He's had enough.

He had already experienced the despair of being at the bottom of this wizarding society.

"Then, go to sleep first."

Erwin took out the bottle of datura powder.

Filch drank the potion first, and for a moment he seemed to feel a flame rushing from the esophagus to the stomach.

Then he opened the cap of the mandala powder, took a deep breath, and lost consciousness.

He had a dream. The dream was that during the summer vacation when he was 11 years old, Hogwarts owls traveled back and forth across the whole of England, but none of them stayed at their family's manor.

After that summer, his wonderful childhood was over.

When he woke up again, Filch felt his body was very stiff.

He found himself lying on his desk with his back against the hard wood uncomfortable, and he tried to sit up.

"I'll help you." Lockhart helped Filch up enthusiastically.

Filch looked at the two people in front of him, everything seemed to be the same as before he lost consciousness, as if nothing happened.

"How long have I slept?"

"Two hours," said Lockhart.

Filch moved his limbs and felt nothing unusual. He didn't seem to have changed in any way.

"The result should be very successful. Do you want to try if you can use magic?" Lockhart suggested: "Just use the most basic spell on this quill pen, Wingardim Leviosa, You should know the spell, right?"

Filch nodded. He had taken Narushizi's correspondence course on quick spelling, and although it had no effect, he was still familiar with the basic spells.

"Do you need me to lend you your wand?"

"No... I have my own."

He had bought himself a wand early on, and Ollivander had sold it to him in the hope of one day being able to use magic, though that wand had never been more effective than a short stick so far.

Filch opened a drawer in his office and took out a beautifully wrapped box, from which he took out a wand with a slightly bent tip.

Like a child new to magic, he waved his wand clumsily, chanting spells, and then expected the quill to change.

However he was disappointed.

It's okay, he's been disappointed many times over the years.

"Okay, there's no need to play anymore." Filch lost interest.

"I suggest you try a few more times," Erwin said.

"How many more times?" Filch shook his head, as if he was dealing with this ignorant boy, and at the same time he still had some expectations in his heart, he tried again.

again, again.

Suddenly, Filch felt a change in his body that had been silent all this time, and a feeling like electricity was born suddenly, passing through his bones and muscles, and then transmitted to the wand in his hand.

Without any external force, the quill was temporarily suspended at a height of ten centimeters.

Filch's body froze.

"Successful? I didn't see it?" Lockhart made an exaggerated expression.

He wasn't surprised at all, Erwin had done too many incredible things before, and Lockhart was even lucky to befriend him at such a young age.

Otherwise, when the young eagle grows up, he can only look up on the ground.

He doesn't have any complaints about being threatened before, not at all.

"Congratulations on becoming a wizard, Mr. Argus Filch." He held out his hand enthusiastically.

Filch shook him dumbly.

"The newly obtained bloodline needs to be stabilized. It is recommended that you do not try to use magic within a month." Erwin said, and at the same time opened the experiment log to record quickly.

"Number 0001, implanted into Red Dragon Type I, micro-dose, the specific level of magic power will be determined later."

"You shouldn't feel any discomfort now?" Erwin asked.

Filch shook his head.

"If there is anything uncomfortable, tell me right away, and I need to monitor your physical condition every week after that, do you agree?" Erwin asked again.

Filch nodded.

"As we have said before, Professor Dumbledore hopes that you will keep the use of the potion a secret."

Filch nodded blankly again.

"Then we won't bother you." Erwin put away the experiment log and left directly, and Lockhart also said goodbye happily.

After waiting for the two of them to disappear, Filch was still a little dazed.

Years of long-cherished wishes have been fulfilled, and even he himself is a little unclear about his mentality.

He has a lot to talk to, but he can't find anyone.

If only Mrs. Norris was here.