The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

If you were to choose the spell with the most accidents, Disapparation would definitely be on the list.

This spell can make the wizard appear where he wants to reach in just a few seconds after casting the spell. It is very convenient and fast, but it is also very difficult, and even a slight mistake in casting the spell will have serious consequences.

For example, if you miss a part of your body when teleporting, or let your body embed into a tree or wall because you are not familiar with the target location, the mistakes that unskilled wizards can make can exceed most people's imagination .

It is not difficult to understand why the ministries of magic of various countries set up qualification examinations specifically for this kind of magic.

The so-called apparition and apparition actually refer to the same kind of magic, the difference is equivalent to "come" and "go".

Generally speaking, the more important venues will have a constant effect that prohibits apparition or apparition, but there are also areas that will be opened up separately to allow wizards to use this fast mode of transportation.

This is the case at the Romanian Fire Dragon Breeding Base. There is a special room here for the use of teleportation magic, which can almost be understood as a teleportation point.A few days ago, more than a dozen wizards apparated here, and left after dealing with the escape of the young dragon.And now suddenly appearing here is an old man with white beard and hair.

Albus Dumbledore looked around and found that no one received him. When he walked out of the building, he saw the adult dragon that was out of control.

Even with the experience of the headmaster of Hogwarts, he couldn't help being slightly surprised.

More than a dozen weak beams of light flew towards the dragon without any movement.This is a trivial effort by the wizards stationed here.

As a defender of order, Dumbledore certainly would not ignore this sight, so he aimed his wand at the dragon.

"Get down." He said in a very calm tone.

It was clearly not a proper spell, but it worked.

The mighty dragon suddenly seemed to be suppressed by a huge mountain, and its limbs could not support its body. This huge monster with a length of more than [-] meters crashed to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

It couldn't get up anymore, and it could even be said that it was difficult to even move a little bit. No matter how much it roared or tried to spray flames again, it didn't help.

That's how it was subdued.

Suppressing flying creatures to the ground is a good control method. Erwin once used this trick on his owl Saby, but Dumbledore obviously would not use the low-level ability of mind control like Erwin did.

He directly increased the gravity of the dragon dozens of times.

This is the strongest wizard in Britain.

Those wizards who were burnt by the dragon's breath quickly noticed this side, "Thank you very much, Your Excellency." They said in awe, even a little panic.

Romanian wizards don't go to Hogwarts to go to school. These people may not know Dumbledore, but it doesn't prevent them from realizing that the one in front of them is at the top of the world.

The difficulty of subduing an adult fire dragon is at least several times that of killing it, not to mention that it can be done with a spell, what a powerful strength it is.

Dumbledore didn't have any airs, he smiled kindly, "Where is Mr. Gelb? I have something to ask him."

Gelb is a goblin, the person in charge of the dragon breeding base. When he saw Dumbledore, he looked like he was about to hug his leg and cry.

"It's not easy, Mr. Dumbledore, two big troubles happened in a row, and the directors will kill me..."

After patiently waiting for him to finish crying, Dumbledore spoke again, "You should remember that I contacted you nine days ago."

"Yes, yes, I remember." Gelb wiped away tears, "You asked me to send someone to pick up a young Norwegian Ridgeback."

"Where is that baby dragon now?" Dumbledore suddenly became very solemn.

"It should have been taken back to the breeding area." Gelb looked a little uncertain.

……

Meanwhile, the small town of Novin.

Although it is already the 90s of the twentieth century, this small town in the outskirts of Romania still has a very rustic flavor, and most of the buildings are even very old-fashioned bungalows.

The only tavern is in the only place in the town that can barely be called a commercial street. The lights are dim, and there are black stains on the bar that are difficult to wipe off. After noon, there are only three or four customers here.

The bell rang, and a black lambskin high-heeled boot stepped on the slightly greasy floor tiles.

"Welcome, we offer a special package," the bartender greeted feebly, "Smoked grilled pork chops, side dishes, French fries, and a glass of rum are all you need..."

His eyes suddenly straightened.

For the first half of his life, bartender Rickel thought the most beautiful woman in the world was the action star on the poster above his bed, but now he saw that woman as no different from a cow.

A girl came in, a beautiful girl who looked as delicate as a newly bloomed rose.

For the first time, Riker felt that the word beautiful was so pale.

Her skin is like the most delicate jade, and it even makes people feel like it is shining brightly. Her pure black curly hair at the end represents her noble blood. Her face is beautiful. A trace of arc that seems like nothing is even more intoxicating.

The elegant black dress wrapped her petite but plump figure, and the section under the skirt and above the boots was white and touching.

Rakel felt that he was going to suffocate, and the tip of his nose was filled with a secret but rich fragrance.

"What's the matter?" The tavern owner behind the bar yelled, and then his voice suddenly became extremely soft, "Oh, beautiful lady, may I help you?"

"I'm looking for someone." The girl said with a smile, she was used to the reactions of these men.

She went straight to an inner table and sat across from a man in a cloak.

The man was instantly watched by all the other men present.

Riker remembered, this is the customer who ordered a bottle of Coke and sat there since noon.

The 40-year-old tavern owner pushed away the bartender and acted as a waiter himself, "What do you want to drink? We have most types of drinks."

"Then let's have a Bloody Mary." The girl said after a little thought.

The boss was stunned, it was the first time he knew that there was a drink with this name.

"I will do this!" Rickel almost jumped up. Although he was just an ordinary bartender, he had a dream of becoming a bartender, and he often practiced secretly.

Because of the girl's words, the boss and the bartender willingly went to make cocktails.Only then did the man look up at the girl, "You're late, Melanie."

200 years ago, he, Kutrus, a rookie of LS Mbo was also fascinated by this beautiful and outrageous woman. Although he still covets her beauty and blood, he has been able to hide it very well. A greedy emotion.

Because the two sides are at the same level of strength, even Melanie is stronger.

After all, her surname was Dracula, and she was of excellent blood.

"It took some time to prepare what you wanted." The girl said casually, "Speaking of which, why do you want to meet in this kind of place?"

"There's no other suitable place," said Coutrus. "Is something brought?"

The girl put a small sheathed dagger on the table, with very complicated patterns on it.

Cutrus pulled the dagger out and stared at the curved point for a moment, "No problem, my northern Apsene castle and its servants are yours."

His heart is bleeding, this transaction can be said to be a huge loss, because the castle and the territory represent the right to speak within the ethnic group at the same time.

But if that wasn't the case, he wouldn't even be able to ask Melanie out, let alone make a deal.

"Speaking of which, do you care so much about that Meiwa? Do you want to hunt for her blood?" The girl asked casually, as if she was admiring her delicate nails.

Kutrus tightened his heart, "Yes, that one's pedigree is very special, and it is very helpful to me." He said as lightly as possible: "I don't want you to intervene in my hunting, which is included in our trading conditions." .”

Melanie seemed to believe it, and didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, the bartender Rachel brought a glass of blood-red liquid, and watched the girl take a sip expectantly. It was hard to say which one was more rosy, the wine or the girl's lips.

"Not bad." Melanie nodded slightly.

Rakel could only feel extreme joy swelling in his chest.

The so-called Bloody Mary actually uses a lot of tomato juice to turn the liquor red, then adds salt and pepper to simulate the taste similar to blood.

But it's not real blood after all.

"I should go," said Cutrus, and Melanie didn't comment, so the man hurried out of the tavern, and when he walked into the shadows of the street corner, his body suddenly turned into a mist and disappeared.

The pedestrians around seem to have not seen it at all.

Melanie drank less than half of the Bloody Mary, then got up and walked out of the tavern. Neither the bartender nor the owner had the nerve to stop her and ask for the bill.

Beauty will always be privileged.

She was planning to leave this remote town directly, and only needed a spell to return her to her residence, but she suddenly felt that she was being watched by something.

The opponent's stealth level is not bad, but it can't escape Melanie's perception, which comes from the blood perception of the blood talent.

What makes Melanie even more amusing is the other party's weakness.

How arrogant is it to follow a blood clan named Dracula in Romania?

A sneer sneered at the corner of Melanie's mouth, she had encountered quite a few idiots of this level.

She pretended not to notice, and then deliberately turned into an empty alley.

Sure enough, the opponent couldn't help but shot.

A force acted on Melanie's body, preventing her from moving forward. The force was so soft and unbelievable, as if she was afraid of hurting her.

The girl who was ready to fight back was a little dumbfounded for a while, and guessed a possibility when she turned her mind. Could it be that the other party didn't see her true identity at all, but just regarded her as an ordinary person?

interesting.

The girl suddenly felt playful, and she felt that this would be the most interesting experience she had in the past 100 years.

She behaved like an ordinary human girl, she was puzzled at first, and then gradually turned into panic.

In front of her, a ballpoint pen floated in mid-air, and wrote a line of words on a notebook that was also suspended in mid-air:

"Can you speak English?"