The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

At the end of March, Easter is just around the corner, and with it comes two weeks of spring break.

Crisis-conscious students are already feeling the pressure of final exams approaching, while those with big enough hearts, like lovely Ron, see this as their last chance to relax.

"Relax? You don't actually get nervous until the night before the exam, right?" Hermione snapped at him unceremoniously.

Ron was not convinced and wanted to argue for himself, but finally gave up.

Hermione's performance during this period was exceptionally good, and her mastery of spells was astonishingly fast. The normal teaching schedule at Hogwarts was no longer able to satisfy her.

This is obviously the effect of the bottle of Chiron I that Erwin gave her to drink.

Of course Hermione was not stupid, she went directly to Erwin, "Did you also drink this potion yourself?"

"Yeah." Erwin nodded repeatedly.

"No wonder you've been acting so outrageously since the first grade." Hermione had a "sure enough" expression, and at the same time seemed relieved.

Although not very competitive, Hermione still often compares herself to Erwin, and then feels a lot of pressure.

And if the other party is better than oneself only because of borrowing external force, that is still acceptable.

This kind of potion, which is much more effective than the magic power awakening potion, must be very expensive, but he actually let himself drink it.

An indescribable emotion spread in Hermione's heart. The little girl was thin-skinned and couldn't express any too warm emotions. "Thank you." She whispered.

"You really should say thank you to me." Erwin was not polite at all.

Hermione's delicate emotions disappeared in an instant.

"Oh, by the way, I want to create a club, are you interested in joining?" Erwin said suddenly.

"Society? What club?" Hermione was a little puzzled.

It's almost the final exam, why do you suddenly think of a club? "The Muggle Student Mutual Aid Club aims to build a platform for Muggle-born students to help each other, including solving academic problems, purchasing school supplies together, and communicating with each other. You should have noticed that those of us who are very Students from wizarding families are not very well received."

Hermione was silent. Although she didn't want to say it, she had indeed received too many stares since she entered school.

Should a Muggle-born student be mediocre?She has only very few friends so far, Harry, Ron, and Erwin barely count.

"I did a survey, Hermione, do you know the percentage of Muggle-born officials among the Ministry of Magic officials above the director level? Zero." Erwin's mouth curved meaningfully, "That is That said, the centers of power in the wizarding world are hardly open to Muggle-born students."

The surprise in Hermione's eyes was almost overflowing. She was still thinking about the final exam and the course selection for the next year, but had this guy already started thinking about it?

"This brings up the question, are we absorbed into the wizarding world, study hard for seven years, only to get a low-level position? And if we don't live in the wilderness completely away from ordinary people, we can't use it at will. To use magic to improve one's life, one still has to worry about violating the secrecy law... So what are the advantages of going to a magic school over a regular university?"ъ

Hermione didn't speak, she felt a big stone was pressing on her heart.

"Seven years, we will stay in Hogwarts for seven years, and almost none of what we have learned in these seven years can be used in normal society, which means that we have sacrificed a lot. And these seven years It would be disappointing to invest time in being just an ordinary person in a magical society worrying about salary and livelihood."

Erwin paused, giving Hermione time to think for himself, and then continued, "So, the most fundamental purpose of them absorbing us into the magical world is actually our awakened magical blood? For example, Hermione, you married Luo Well, the bloodline of your descendants will be optimized, which means that the bloodline of the Weasley family has been optimized. This is actually based on biology, if a population does not have foreign genetic genes, sooner or later there will be problems."

Hermione's face darkened immediately, "I won't marry that idiot... No, why should I think about marrying someone now!"

"Just to give you an example." Erwin shrugged, "But you are indeed a good match."

Miss Nutria's cheeks puffed up, which meant she was really angry.

"I think the reason why Muggle-born wizards feel inferior everywhere is not the main problem with those who practice pure blood." Erwin brought the topic back to normal, which made Hermione's anger go away for a while. Released, "It's that we are not united enough. A single wizard is very powerless in the face of the overall magical social order, and it is almost impossible to resist the unfair treatment he has suffered."

"So you think we... should join forces?" Hermione asked cautiously, putting aside Erwin's joke with her just now.

Without knowing it, she has identified with Erwin's concept of "we".

"That's right, all Muggle-born wizards should unite so that we can fight for the rights we should have." Erwin's eyes were burning.

Hermione felt something was wrong. Although she only received general education at the elementary school level, she still knew something about history. This kind of concept is really... a bit special.

"In fact, Muggle-born wizards have always had problems with self-awareness. They lack a sense of self-identity, and even feel ashamed of their Muggle-born... Have you noticed that, except for the 'Mudblood' with huge An insulting slur that there isn't a proper term for us Muggle-borns?"

"So?" Hermione asked back.

At this time, she has basically accepted Erwin's thinking.

"We should find a proper noun, a good noun, to refer to our Muggle origin. The name is very important, just like if Voldemort is not called Voldemort, but Tom the Devil, doesn't it look majestic? Lost even funny?"

Riddle coughed loudly at this moment, only Erwin could hear it, of course.

"Then what shall we call ourselves?"

"The Burner." Erwin had clearly thought about it.

"Embers?" Hermione repeated unconsciously.

"Magic comes from blood, and the once glorious fireworks will only gradually die out as time goes by, leaving only a few embers that slowly spread. And you and I, and all those Muggle-born wizards, are those who are born in the ashes." A little spark that can rekindle the fire of magic.

That is, the Burner. "