The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

No matter how detailed the consideration is and how perfect the plan is, it is impossible to be omniscient.

So unexpected situations will always inevitably appear.

Maybe this is...fate.

Erwin went to the United States at the beginning of school, so he didn't know that the Ministry of Magic had deployed such a powerful inspection force in Hogsmeade and Hogwarts generation, which was almost one-third of the overall standing combat force.

What was even more irritating was that the dementor would suddenly attack him on his own initiative.

"I need you to buy me some time," Erwin said.

"With my current state, how can I fight for you?" Riddle's tone was somewhat self-deprecating.

"Don't think I don't know, you have been secretly absorbing my magic power." Erwin said coldly.

Riddle was silent.

When Erwin's magic power acts on the diary, whether it is to close Riddle's perception or produce other effects, a small part of it will inevitably be intercepted by Riddle.

But he has no entity after all, and the magic power he can absorb is very limited, which is almost negligible to Erwin—he is not an ignorant little girl like Ginny, who is completely defenseless against Riddle.

So I acquiesced, and this gradually became a tacit understanding between the two parties.

And now Erwin directly pointed it out.

"You should understand that if I give up resistance, I won't be in danger of life, but you are different." Erwin said coldly, while communicating with Riddle, he avoided three stun spells and reflected a Obstacle spell.

The little magic power left has bottomed out again, and he is now in a very dangerous state.

"Even if I save some mana, it's impossible to cover your use of long-distance apparition." Riddle said.

"I'm just saying, let you help buy some time."

"I can only help you block one round at a time."

"enough."

I used the material of the diary to resist a few spells before, but after all, it is just a diary and cannot be used as a shield, but now Riddle needs to protect Erwin with all his strength.

"Put down your wand and stop resisting." The dark-skinned wizard shouted again.

They are the fighting department of the government and must follow the formal procedures,

Erwin stood up suddenly, fully exposing his body to the opponent's view, he slowly raised his hands, and showed the opponent his wand.

This action clearly represented that he obeyed the advice and gave up resistance.

The battle wizards stopped using magic, and Erwin didn't use any magic to fight back just now, which made them all realize that the other party was probably not their target.

This is not a fight to the death.

The dark-skinned wizard was a little surprised, "Sensible decision, sir, please keep facing us now, slowly put the wand on the ground, and then back away. As long as you cooperate, we will give you enough respect and will not treat you any more. You use any spell."

Erwin did so, and when he put down his wand, the others subconsciously relaxed a little.

It is common sense that a wizard will lose at least [-]% to [-]% of his strength without a wand.

But some people don't fit this common sense impression.

The black dog curled up in the shadow of the corner suddenly seemed to come alive. He glanced at Erwin with a slight look of contempt in his eyes, and then planned to run away quietly.

This unlucky guy should be able to help distract some of the Ministry of Magic's attention, but unfortunately he can only do so much.

The dark-skinned wizard approached with several other Ministry of Magic personnel, while Erwin watched them, his magic power recovering rapidly.

Although it was only ten seconds, it was enough for him to carry out the plan.

At this time, there are still seven or eight wands pointing at him, so there is no possibility for him to take out the spare wand. As long as he does not keep raising his hands, the opponent's spell will come in an instant.

But some demons don't need a wand, or even any movements and gestures.

For example, some kind of unique transfiguration that has an effect on itself.

A layer of faint silvery-white metallic light spread throughout Erwin's body, as if his body suddenly transcended the laws of physics and began to twist, collapse, and change.

The dark-skinned wizard immediately saw what he was doing, "Please stop the Animagus transformation immediately!" he snapped.

The short truce ended in an instant, and the lights of the spells that had been prepared were lit up again.

"Riddle!"

Following a strange fluctuation, a phantom of a young man in a Hogwarts uniform appeared in front of Erwin.The phantom's face is illusory, and of course Riddle would not dare to show his true face.

And with the appearance of this soul entity, there was a little commotion on the side of the dementors who were strictly forbidden to approach.

Riddle's phantom raised his hand, and the magic wand that Erwin had placed on the ground flew into his hand immediately, and he drew an arc very chicly, forming an invisible barrier.

The incoming light beams stagnated after touching the barrier, but did not dissipate. After stalemate with the barrier's power for half a second, they actually reflected back, and the target was the original emitter.

Reflect magic!And the number of one-time reflections is so high!

The combat wizards of the Ministry of Magic didn't care about being surprised. The reflected spell beam made them flustered for a while. One of them didn't know whether he was inexperienced or slow to react, but he was hit by his stun spell and passed out directly.

Riddle is quite satisfied with the effect he has created, but the phantom formed has no other ability to do other things after showing such a trick, "I can't do it." He said to Erwin.

And Erwin has already completed the transformation at this time.

At the moment when the transformation was not completely completed, the silver-white light covering his body suddenly flourished, and the brightness reached an astonishing level. Everyone present was deprived of vision for an instant, and all they could see was A vast expanse of whiteness.

Naturally, Erwin's dragon body could not be seen.

Compared with the nearly dry magic power in human form, the magic power of the original young dragon body is as abundant as a river.Amidst the strong light created by his whole body's magic power, a shock spell suddenly flew and hit Erwin's body precisely.

A little pain, that's all.

It was the dark-skinned wizard who shot magic at Erwin based on the location in his memory, and hit it accurately.

The combat literacy is quite good, but unfortunately, even a primitive dragon in its infancy has a magic resistance far beyond human imagination.

Although transformed, the smoldering flame in Erwin's heart has not weakened by half, and a certain instinct from the depths of his blood makes him directly choose to release it.

In the strong light, the silver-white young dragon opened its mouth wide, letting the magic power in its body flow according to the instinctive rhythm in its blood, and finally erupted in the form of sound waves.

roar!

It was hard to imagine that such a small body could make such a deafening roar, and the surrounding air formed ripples visible to the naked eye.

Deterring the mind, shaking the soul.

It is a soul-shaking soul in the true sense.

The one who bears the brunt is none other than Riddle. His illusory spirit body is like thin glass, which shatters into tiny fragments with a brisk shattering sound, and then dissipates completely.

The diary and Erwin's wand slapped to the ground.

The combat wizards of the Ministry of Magic hunched over. The sonic attack was something they hadn't expected, coupled with the interference of the strong light, they were almost defenseless.

First of all, the hearing was temporarily disabled, and then the vision was also affected, and the brain seemed to go blank as if it was down. In this situation, it completely lost the ability to cast spells.

Except for the dark-skinned wizard who was obviously stronger, everyone else had to half-kneel on the ground, almost fainting.

But the physical fitness of high-level wizards is not empty, and Erwin's roar will not have a fatal effect on them.

Those gathered dementors were also affected by the sound waves, and howled. If you observe carefully, you will find that their bodies have become more illusory, and the ulcers on the exposed skin have become more serious.

The only one that was less affected was the black dog that was about to escape.

The physiological structure and tenacious will of canines make it barely able to withstand the impact of roaring. It squinted its eyes to see clearly what was in the strong light, but it could only vaguely see an outline, which could not be distinguished at all. .

A dog at close range couldn't see well, and certainly not the Ministry wizards at a distance and half-swollen.

As the maker of strong light and sound waves, Erwin himself was able to maintain his perception of the outside world. He immediately understood the effect of the roar, and the wizards of the Ministry of Magic who surrounded him temporarily lost their fighting power.

The effect is far better than expected.

can go.

He immediately grabbed the wand and the diary on the ground. The breath on the diary was very faint. Poor Riddle might be the one who was injured the most.

But Erwin couldn't feel any sympathy.

Being forced to change into the original dragon form, he was quite embarrassed.

The magic power level of the young dragon's body is several times that of the human form, and it is naturally faster to release long-distance apparition. With just one breath, Erwin's figure disappeared from Hogsmeade.

The glare also disappeared.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, the dark-skinned wizard who was obviously stronger, pointed his wand at his head, and used several concentrating spells in a row to barely eliminate the dizziness that made him sick.

Careless, as a veteran Auror who once fought against the Dark Lord, he shouldn't have talked so much nonsense with the other party just now, he should have directly used the strongest means to control him,

But what method did the other party use?He was last seen transforming into an Animagus, but it wasn't clear what kind of animal he was transforming into.

So after fighting for so long, I only know a few abilities of the opponent, and I don't know anything about his identity information.

Kingsley couldn't help laughing, was it because he hadn't experienced a brutal battle for a long time?

After all, there were only a few dark wizards at large, and he was not responsible for hunting them down.

But this time their group lost all face.

His colleagues still need his help, if not, those poor guys should lie down for a long time to recover.

He could only use the concentration spell on them one by one like a nanny. This spell had a significant effect on alleviating mental damage, and finally made his colleagues regain consciousness.

"Quick, Shaker! Call for help!" Someone yelled in a panic after waking up.

"Calm down, Williamson, people have already left." Kingsley sighed helplessly.

"This damned Sirius Black! Is he so tricky?" The young Williamson couldn't help cursing.

"The only good news is that that person should not be Sirius," said a female Auror.

Kingsley nodded slightly, and he also agreed with this point of view. The other party might not even be British, because the transformed animals have magical powers... He only heard that wizards in Africa can generally do it.

But this does not add any glory to their failures, and some headaches when writing debriefing reports.

"After you go back, you'd better go to the medical officer in the Ministry to see if there are any sequelae, and you may even go to St. Mungo's..." Kingsley told his colleagues with some anxiety.

Before he finished speaking, the door of a hut not far away suddenly opened, and a middle-aged witch staggered out, vomiting in the exquisite garden of her home.

Kingsley was a little dazed. He turned his head and found that as far as he could see, many Hogsmeade residents came out of their homes in a very uncomfortable manner.

Although they habitually hid at home, separated by the walls of the house, they were still affected by the roar.

There are only so many people who come out, which means that most people may be fainted at home.

Big trouble, Kingsley put his hand on his forehead.

Out of his sight, a big black dog walked leisurely, no one cared about it.

The wizard in the mask had made the Ministry of Magic suffer, and had helped him indirectly.The black dog remembered that he had met the opponent a few times before. Although he couldn't see the face, he still remembered the smell of the opponent.

You should recognize it next time you meet.

It seems that I have become more and more used to being a dog, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the face of the canine.

At the same time, among the dementors.

An existence that is almost indistinguishable from a dementor in appearance, but it can be determined to be a living person because his feet are standing on the ground.

But such a living person was safe and sound among the dementors. He was neither attacked by the dementors nor affected by the halo of despair.

Really weird.

These dementors stayed together honestly and did not try to attack the villagers of Hogsmeade, which seemed to be because of him.

There was a dementor floating beside him. Although all dementors looked similar to outsiders, he could easily distinguish each one.

This is the one that attacked Erwin and caused this series of troubles.

These monsters in the eyes of others looked like children to the man in black.

"So, Marduk, that's the one who killed your body?"

The dementor didn't give a clear response, he repeated in a hoarse and low voice that seemed to come from hell: "Revenge..."

"interesting."

Under the black hood, there was a twisted smile on his dry lips.