The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

August [-]th, nine o'clock in the morning.

Logan International Airport, Boston, Massachusetts, USA.

Erwin was sitting on a bench by the side of the hall, covering the upper half of his face with a pair of wide sunglasses, and was looking at a detailed map of Massachusetts.

British citizens are visa-free when they come to the United States, so the entry procedures are very simple, and there is a little trouble in terms of age, because the actual age on Erwin's certificate is only 13 years old.

But Erwin used a simple trick of psychological suggestion to let the customs officer go, which didn't even require a wand.

For the vast majority of ordinary wizards, the wand is an essential element for casting spells, and it can be regarded as a second life.But to Erwin, the wand is, at best, a useful tool.

It can assist the locking and aiming of the spell, and can obviously increase the power of the magic, but it is not necessary.

If a spell can achieve the desired effect without a wand, there is no need to use a wand.

Nothing impressive happened on the flight, no hijacking, no sudden illness on any of the guests, and Erwin's neighbor was not a beautiful young lady, but a bald middle-aged businessman, the plane took off After half an hour he started snoring and slept all the way from London to Boston.

In terms of probability, there will not be too many extraordinary things happening in life, and there will be no adventures in a plane.

Unless it is affected by prophecy or other causal magic.

Erwin's height is about the same as that of an adult, and his voice is no longer a child's voice. Wearing formal clothes and covering his childish face with sunglasses, basically no one can tell his real age from his appearance .

Doing so can save a lot of hassle.

I just said goodbye to my family, left my hometown, and was alone in a strange city in a strange country. It seems that it is the time to feel sad, express my loneliness, and lament the helplessness of life.

But Erwin didn't feel that way.

Lonely wool, with the subspace of "Norwen" as a transit point, he can return to London in a few seconds, but it will be more troublesome to come to the United States again.

And even if other wizards who master apparation do not have a subspace transfer station, they only need to teleport a few more times to travel intercontinental. The Ministry of Magic of all countries will set up public apparation transfer points within their territory, as long as they have a license, they can use it.

At the London airport, Professor Stewart reassured his daughter that Ilvermorny would definitely send someone to pick up Erwin at the airport, but in fact it didn't, at least Erwin didn't see anyone holding a sign with his name on it.

He wasn't very surprised either. It is estimated that Ilvermorny would not have expected that there would be international exchange students using Muggle transportation.

Then he had to think about how to get to Mount Greylock. The journey was actually quite long. Mount Greylock was in the northwest of Massachusetts, and Boston was on the east coast.

Erwin closed the map. It was time to go, and he should have reached the gates of Ilvermorny by at least the night of August 31st.

He had two large suitcases full of burdens, but he was surrounded by people and it was not convenient to store them in the Flamel Cabin.

Walking out of the airport, Erwin looked around. It is also a mega city, but Boston feels younger and more noisy than London.

He held out his hand and stopped a taxi.

The driver enthusiastically helped him put the suitcase into the trunk. He has dark skin and thick lips, which is another significant difference between Boston and London.

"Boston South Station," said Erwin after he got into the back seat.

The car smelled of tobacco, and a rap song was playing on the radio. "No problem, sir." The driver replied with a slightly tongue-rolling accent.

The driver was an enthusiastic person, and it didn't take long for him to start chatting with Erwin, and after a few words, he firmly judged from his accent that he was British.

Erwin smiled. He was already a little bored, so he casually chatted with him and learned that the black driver's name was Red.

The southern part of Boston looks older than the northern part. When driving into a street with residential areas on both sides, Erwin suddenly felt a secret magical atmosphere.

After grafting the bloodline, Erwin's perception of magic power became extremely sensitive, which was the same benefit brought by the "Nowen" bloodline as the almost endless recovery speed of magic power, but it didn't feel as obvious as the latter.

It is precisely because of this keen perception that Erwin's level of runes and potions has improved by leaps and bounds, and he can easily complete tasks with a high degree of difficulty.

As for whether these two enhancement effects are common to all the original giant dragons, or whether they are unique manifestations of the "Nowen" bloodline, it is currently impossible to determine due to lack of sufficient information.

"Please stop the car." Erwin said to the driver Red.

"Stop? Here?" Reid hesitated, but as a taxi driver, it was obviously irrational to refuse a request from a customer.

"I advise you not to..." he tried to persuade.

"Why?"

"This is the territory of Winter Mountain. As a foreigner, you will be targeted by them."

"Winter Mountain?"

The driver swallowed, "Haven't you heard of it? It's the scariest gang organization in the area..."

Erwin smiled, "You don't have to worry about that."

The driver had no choice but to pull over and stop the car.

The faint magical breath came from a parking lot not far away, and Erwin walked directly there.

He didn't have the idea of ​​causing trouble, it was just out of curiosity.

The parking lot was empty, with only a few lights. Erwin's footsteps echoed in it, and finally he stopped in front of the innermost wall.

The breath of magic power came from it, and some hidden tricks should have been used, but they were not clever, indicating that it was not arranged by a powerful wizard.

So don't worry about provoking any terrible existence.

What is it covering up? A passage?Or some kind of item?With Erwin's wand in his hand, he only needed to point it to get rid of that little trick.

Then a line of words appeared on the wall, "At midnight tonight, the ravens are dispatched."

Just a message?Erwin was a little disappointed.

It is not surprising that wizards use messages as communication. There are many magics that can allow the two parties to communicate directly, but the problem is that such magics will also expose their location to each other.

In a well-established social system like the UK, there is a situation where everyone does not actively hide their location, and most people can be found with an owl.

And if you can't trust the other party, then this obviously won't work.

From this message, conclusions could be drawn about what might be happening tonight, but Erwin didn't have time to satisfy his curiosity.

He turned around slowly and looked at the dozen strong men who had quietly surrounded him at some point, "Are you ordered to wait here? Do you know who will come?" Erwin asked with interest .

The leading bald man did not speak, but gestured.

So these dozen or so people immediately rushed towards Erwin, apparently intending to directly control him.

Erwin sighed.

He didn't even bother to raise his magic wand, and directly activated the strong repelling ring, and it didn't supply too much magic power. A ring spread out from him, and the dozen or so people flew out at a faster speed than when they came. , collapsed to the ground, and some unlucky ones hit the wall pillar directly and passed out.

The leading bald man froze for a moment, and immediately pulled out a Glock pistol from his waist, which was a professional-level speed.

He pulled the trigger on Erwin without hesitation.

There was only a crisp mechanical sound, and he continued to pull unbelievingly, but the pistol was like a piece of scrap iron.

Erwin shook his head. The Incineration Curse, which disables all gunpowder weapons, is just one of the lowest-level spells.

Muggle combat prowess is not enough when it comes to professional combat wizards.

However, it is not very easy to block the spell of cold weapons, so ordinary people are still very threatening to ordinary wizards, and many ordinary wizards did die in witch hunting wars.

After discovering that the bullets could not be fired, the bald man was not completely shocked and confused, but more of a helpless expression, which Erwin noticed.

The Glock pistol suddenly escaped from the bald man's control, and then a huge force hit the man's abdomen through the air, causing him to fall to the ground.

Erwin walked up to him, "You seem to know who I am?" He asked with some interest.

The bald man clenched his teeth and remained silent.

But this is already the default.

"Interesting, it seems that there is no need to use the Oblivion Curse on you." Erwin said to himself.

"Next question, are you a member of Winter Hill?"

The man remained silent.

The Glock pistol suspended in the air suddenly flew into Erwin's hand, and the black muzzle directly hit the bald man's forehead.

He nodded reluctantly.

Interesting, Erwin raised his eyebrows, the magical society in the United States is really not as peaceful as the United Kingdom.

He threw the pistol beside the bald man, "I'm not hostile, and I'm not interested in your plan, I'm just passing by."

These words were not addressed to the bald man, but to the people above him.

It means that at this point, the other party should understand.

After speaking, Erwin walked towards the entrance of the parking lot.

The bald man got up, picked up the pistol, aiming at Erwin's back without giving up, and frantically pulled the trigger.

But it was all in vain.

Back in the taxi, the anxious driver Red breathed a sigh of relief, "It's great that you're back."

"Go to South Station." Erwin said.

Red stepped on the gas pedal and left the block as fast as he could.

After arriving at the destination, Erwin gave twice the fare, "The extra is considered a tip." He said.

Red was surprised. "Thank you, sir," he said gratefully.

"Everyone who works hard deserves respect," Erwin said.

After Red drove away, Erwin glanced in the other direction.

He did something in that parking lot, which naturally caused a "tail".

After all, Winter Hill is also the largest gang in Boston, and they must have seen Reid's license plate number, so the extra fare is Erwin's compensation for him.

They might even track it down to the airport, but that's it, they don't know Erwin's name or see his true face.

There was no need to find out this tail, Erwin directly bought a long-distance bus ticket to North Adams Town in front of the other party.

The town of North Adams is at the foot of Mount Greylock.

The next thing is to queue up to get on the bus like ordinary people, sit in the small car seat, and endure the long drive.

After experiencing the convenience of Apparition, the fatigue of ordinary people's travel is really unbearable.

Late at night on August [-], Erwin reached North Adams.

The town was named after the first governor of Massachusetts. It was indeed prosperous for a while in the early years, but now it has been depressed.

Miraculously, Erwin did not find any trace of magic in this town. He thought that since North Adams was the closest town to Ilvermorny, there should be a commercial street similar to Diagon Alley.

However, it does not.

Then find a hotel to live in first, and then think about going up the mountain tomorrow.

Erwin didn't say anything about the obviously high room rate that the hotel owner asked for. Of course, he was not short of dollars, so he didn't bother to waste any more words.

The night passed.

While Erwin is enjoying his own breakfast and reading the day's paper in the dining room like a normal gentleman, he notices the news on the dining room TV:

"The Boston Museum of Paleontology was stolen last night. The police have been involved in the investigation. There is no clue at present..."

Museum of Paleontology?Erwin nodded slightly, which was not too surprising.

The dispatch of the raven in that message should be related to this incident.

After breakfast, Erwin paid the room fee and left.

Turning into a secluded alley, and casting a range of concealment spell and anti-detection spell, Erwin unfolded LeMay's cabin into a cube with a side length of one meter, and then put two cumbersome large suitcases in it .

Another taxi was hired and he was driven to the foot of Greylock.

Looking up, the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist.

This is unscientific, because the altitude of Greylock Mountain is only more than 1000 meters, how could there be so many clouds and fog, it is obviously the effect of magic.

It was obvious that it was impossible to reach the top of the mountain covered in clouds and mist by using ordinary means of transportation. Erwin's figure faded away, and he used four stealth spells.

Raising his wand again, his figure dissipated into smoke and appeared on a rock tens of meters away a second later.

Apparation requires the wizard to be familiar enough with the target location to complete the teleportation, which means that as long as it is within sight, it can be teleported there.

Erwin decided to teleport all the way to the top of the mountain, which should be the most convenient and quickest way.

As a wizard, after being exposed to magic for two years, he finally no longer needs to use his legs to travel.

This is actually not easy, and most wizards can't do it.

Ten minutes later, Erwin entered the thick fog, and an invisible force swept over his body, but it did not cause any effect.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed.

A majestic castle stands on the top of the mountain, which looks much bigger than Hogwarts Castle.

It's finally here.

It's okay, at least it's not as troublesome as my first trip to Hogwarts.