The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

In today's Potions class, the feeling of going to jail was particularly obvious.

Unlike Harry, who was worried, Ron behaved as usual, but it didn't mean that he had a strong psychological quality, it was just a big heart.

He has always been like this. If he didn't have this mentality, he wouldn't be Harry's best friend. After all, for a child of this age, dealing with the Boy Who Lived still has a certain amount of psychological pressure. Get along with him normally.

Because of absent-mindedness, Harry made a lot of mistakes in this Potions class, so he was ridiculed by Snape, deducted points, and then laughed at by the Slytherin students.

But nothing more.

Harry didn't put his heart back in his stomach until get out of class was over and he walked out of the Potions classroom.

Seems to be okay?Maybe Crabbe and Goyle were too stupid to think of telling Snape that they were suddenly unconscious and locked in a locker?Or maybe Malfoy felt ashamed and kept silent?

Anyway, it seemed safe, and Harry's nervousness had calmed down a bit, and he would forget about it completely in a few days.

Meanwhile, in the underground chambers of Hogwarts.

Erwin stared at the bubbling cauldron in front of him, held his breath, and sensed the subtle changes and reactions between the various ingredients in the pot.

This is an indescribable, mysterious and mysterious feeling. He must maintain the balance in it, and every time he adds a material, he must also add a certain amount of magic power to continue to maintain this balance. Any loss of balance will waste all previous efforts. Get a pot of scrap.

This process must be completed by a wizard, and no sophisticated rune tool can replace it. If there is no corresponding talent, only a lot of practice and enough experience can maintain this balance.

Erwin is lucky, he has talent in this area, of course, this is mainly due to his cognition and thinking ability far surpassing his peers... Although it is not as good as a true potion genius, it is still enough. used.

"Now, join the Moonlight Scale Powder!" Riddle said.

In fact, there is no need for him to remind, Erwin's speed is faster, and as the powder is added, a light blue mist immediately appears on the crucible.

This color basically represents success.

There is one final step.At this time, the advantage of innate ability is reflected, no wand is needed, Erwin uses kinetic energy to levitate the crucible, and puts it on a prepared metal plate next to it.

There was a rune engraved on the metal plate, and when it was activated at this time, a thin layer of frost immediately appeared on the edge of the metal plate.

These runes are the effect of forced cold.

The temperature of the crucible dropped rapidly, and after the blue mist dissipated, the clear liquid inside could be seen.

It succeeded, the magic power awakening potion, even if it is not the best quality, it can be said to be an absolutely qualified product.

"Very good, you have now been able to stably and successfully prepare the Magic Awakening Potion." Riddle praised, as if he was just a teacher who sincerely taught skills.

"This potion can play a greater role than you can imagine, because every wizard has a fundamental desire to become stronger. Although this potion is only effective for underage wizards, it's okay, you You can rely on it to have enough supporters, such as the red-haired family, such as the Muggle girl who has a good relationship with you, and they will all establish a more solid and reliable relationship with you..."

Riddle was genuinely playing the role of advisor.

Erwin didn't answer, but poured out the potion from the cauldron and filled several empty bottles.

At this time, the door of the secret room opened, and a black-haired girl walked in. It was Melanie.

"What is this female vampire doing here?" Riddle was quite surprised.

Erwin nodded to Melanie. "Have you brought the tears of Abel?"

Melanie hands Erwin a vial.

"Abel's tears? What is this?" Riddle showed confusion, which seemed to be beyond his cognition.

After all, Abel's Tears is a special drug for vampires.

"A poison that temporarily paralyzes the immune system of the person taking it," Erwin said.

"What's the use of this?"

"I'm going to mix it with the Mana Awakening Potion," Erwin said.

Riddle was silent for a while, "Are you trying to poison someone?"

"No, I'll add my own blood, because what I really hope to get is...the potion for spreading blood." Erwin said unhurriedly.

There's nothing to hide.

"Blood spread?" This was completely beyond Riddle's expectations.

Ordinary wizards, shouldn't all cherish bloodlines incomparably?After all, this is about the foundation of magic, so how could it be possible to spread it?

From Riddle's point of view, of course he has seen that Erwin has some kind of excellent bloodline, otherwise he would not have such strength at this age, "Could it be that your bloodline is very strong? Is it Godric? Bloodline of Ryffindor?" Riddle was a descendant of Slytherin himself, so that was the first thing he thought of.

Erwin didn't respond.

The sullenness hidden in Riddle's heart flashed, although he tried his best to pretend to be that kind of caring little magic follower, but Erwin never weakened his guard against him.Riddle's understanding of him is still very limited up to now. Erwin spends a lot of time in a day cutting off the supply of magic power to him, making it impossible for him to perceive the outside world in the diary.

Riddle has no way of knowing anything Erwin does during this time.

But he can bear it, as long as we get along long enough, his constant kindness will eventually have an effect, and Erwin will gradually lose his guard, thinking that there will be a friendship between them-at that time, he will naturally reveal all his secrets out.

As a remnant soul imprisoned alone in the diary, Riddle has plenty of time and patience.

"Listen, you should understand that blood is the foundation of magic power to some extent. If you want to spread out your blood, one or two is okay, but if there are too many, it will definitely affect you. The blood of magic is not human. Naturally born, missing is missing, and it is impossible to recover naturally." Riddle reminded.

"Of course I won't do stupid things that harm myself and benefit others." Erwin said leisurely.

"Then you still?"

"That's why I let her come over." Erwin looked at Melanie.

"Vampire? Wait a minute, blood magic...I get it."

"You can understand?" Erwin was also a little surprised, Riddle's knowledge is really broad enough.

"It is definitely unacceptable for me to pay a lot of blood, but a simple blood magic can solve this problem, and that is blood replication."

Riddle was silent for a while, "This is really something I never thought about." He admitted.

Erwin nodded to Melanie, "We can get started."