After returning from Diagon Alley, the Granger family were quite excited and discussed enthusiastically what they had seen that day.
Erwin did not participate in their conversation, but closed his eyes and meditated in the back seat of the car.
The group enjoyed a sumptuous dinner at the Italian restaurant opposite Stewart's house. The Grangers treated Erwin as if they were a family member. It was obvious that they tried their best to treat Erwin, who had a "poor life experience".
The children feel the warmth.
"You are very similar to my Hermione." Mr. Granger, who made an exception and drank a glass of whiskey, flushed and patted Erwin's shoulder hard.
Mr. Granger drove back to Manchester the next day. Their family's clinic needed to be taken care of. But Hermione and her mother stayed behind. "After all, school starts in half a month. There is no need to go back and forth again,"
Mrs. Granger said to the two children, "You are like brothers and sisters, and now you are classmates. You can communicate more with each other, and you can also take care of each other when you get to school."
Erwin had different opinions on the so-called "brother and sister" relationship. "Your grandfather is my guardian, so in terms of seniority, I should be considered your uncle." He said this to Hermione in private.
Miss Nutria thought there must be something wrong with his mind.
The pet Erwin bought, the eagle owl, showed an outstanding and unique temperament. It had a loud voice and smelly poop. It dozed during the day and started flapping and howling at night. When he was fed, he behaved like a child.
The quail, immediately turned its back on the quail after eating, and immediately disappeared after being let out of the cage. It had to go wild outside before coming back. On the first day, it even caught the neighbor’s miniature poodle behind and ate it as a snack.
Erwin was so angry that he directly named him Sabi and suppressed it on the ground for two full hours, finally letting the raptor know who was the boss.
But it would only give in to Erwin, and it would still have that extremely bad attitude when facing other people, and even made a very mocking squawk when Hermione tried to feed it toast pieces.
Hermione couldn't do anything about it either.
Every outstanding student will do one thing after getting the textbooks, and that is to read them all. Apparently both Erwin and Hermione have this habit.
First of all, we should solve the question of "what it is", so Erwin opened "History of Magic" first, but soon he frowned, because the first chapter of this formal history book was about the legendary first
A wizard who has no idea where magic comes from.
There is no answer to what Erwin cares about most.
There are forty-seven potion recipes in the Potions textbook "Magic Potions and Potions", nearly half of which have ingredients that Erwin has never heard of, so there is naturally no reading value at the moment. "Standard Spells, Elementary" provides a large number of simple low-level spells.
It would be more intuitive to sort them out, but this is a very troublesome task and will take at least a few hours.
"Hermione!" Erwin shouted, holding the book.
Isn’t this a ready-made tool man?
The diligent Miss Nutria didn't realize that she was being taken advantage of. The two spent more than an hour listing all the spells on a piece of paper so that they could be easily classified and compared.
"Ignition Charm, Cutting Charm, Illuminating Charm," Erwin muttered the names of these basic spells. The wand rolled up and down in his hand like a butterfly. There was not much difference in the technical skills of turning the wand and turning the pen. Suddenly, he
He held it tightly and flicked his wrist dexterously, and a small flame immediately appeared on the top of the wand.
"Very good, it seems I don't need to use a lighter anymore." Erwin was quite satisfied.
He extinguished the flame, then drew the tip of the wand on the paper, and a smooth cut immediately appeared. Naturally, the primary cutting spell would not have much power, and could basically only function as a paper knife.
"You actually learned it directly?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"Because it's very simple," Erwin spread his hands, "As long as the gestures and spells are correct, and then you can imagine it in your mind."
Hermione couldn't believe it, but she tried it for a few minutes and succeeded.
"I think these basic spells are actually equivalent to the difficulty of addition and subtraction within ten." Erwin announced.
He continued to flip through "Standard Spells, Elementary", "To be honest, this textbook makes me feel that wizards' research on magic is still at the primary stage of cognition, that is, there is only summary of experience. To achieve a certain effect, it must be used
Specific spells and gestures, this actually makes no sense..."
"This is a first-year textbook, so there's no need to be too harsh on it." Hermione was helpless, "And since we are about to enter Hogwarts, don't you think it's ridiculous to think about magic issues with conventional thinking?
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"No," Erwin denied without hesitation, "Magic should not conflict with rational thinking. Haven't you discovered that the methods for releasing these spells actually have something in common?"
"They all require...imagination?" Hermione frowned slightly.
"That's right, imagine." Erwin raised his laurel wand again, held his breath and concentrated, and then he stood still.
"Hey." Hermione waved her hand in front of his eyes, but Erwin had no response.
After a few minutes like this, a few sparks suddenly appeared at the tip of the laurel wand, and then a fireball the size of a basketball appeared. In less than a second, it exploded into small flames and then quickly extinguished.
"It's done." Erwin looked happy.
Hermione and Sabi, the eagle owl in the cage, screamed together. The latter was because his feathers were almost set on fire, while the former was because of a very excited emotion, "Aren't you afraid of causing a fire?"
Min screamed.
"I have good control." Erwin shrugged.
Because the fireball disappeared quickly, nothing was actually ignited.
Hermione calmed down, "Did I just copy this spell that can release fireballs?" She was a little confused.
"This is still a ignition spell." Erwin flicked his wand.
Hermione was speechless and could only shake her head slightly to express that she could not understand.
"My feeling is indeed correct," Erwin's eyes exuded a certain light. "Gestures and spells are actually not important. What is important is imagination - that is to say, the essence of magic is actually the wizard using his own power."
Think and will to change the world.”
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Erwin spent the whole afternoon lighting a fire in the fireplace, feeling like a fully automatic open flame oven. Over the past seven or eight years, he thought he was exercising his supernatural ability, kinetic energy, but in fact he was exercising his overall spellcasting ability. Although he
I still don’t know the specific level of magic power, but it must be far higher than that of his peers.
The essence of magic is that wizards use their thinking and will to change the world, but this must have magic as the basis.
But a new question comes again, so what is magic? Which organ of the human body is it produced? And where is it stored?
Erwin couldn't dissect himself or Miss Nutria, and nothing unusual was found when Marduk's body was dissected.
So he planned to conduct an experiment to continuously release this enhanced version of the ignition spell until he could no longer release it.
Maybe running out of magic power would make him feel differently.
Hermione had already run to the neighbor's house, and now this house was no different from an oven.
Finally, only sparks emerged from the tip of Erwin's staff, and no more flames could be produced. He sat on the sofa, his mind was very clear, and he felt the strange feeling of weakness in his body from the inside out.
It's strange. Although I don't feel any muscle soreness, I don't even have the strength to move my fingers. Maybe the magic power has nothing to do with the body?
But in any case, Erwin has a clear understanding of how much magic power he has, which is very important. After all, there is no number that shows him how much magic power he has. He can only rely on feeling.
"Are you finally done?" Hermione came back, holding her potions textbook. Although the prescriptions in it could not be practiced at all now, it did not prevent the little girl from reading it completely and almost memorizing it.
She was in a bad mood because she suddenly thought that she was not sure whether the freak in front of her was an exception. If all the little wizards were on the same level as Erwin, then she might be the worst student in Hogwarts.
Ranked last in the school, Hermione couldn't help but shudder when she thought of this. It was so scary.
Erwin used his eyes to signal her not to disturb him.
In the blink of an eye, it was night, and Erwin was full of energy again. He did not forget to record the time it took for him to fully recover his magic power, which was about five hours.
Late at night, after Hermione and her mother had fallen asleep, Professor Stewart returned home. The old man looked quite tired.
Erwin was still waiting, "What's the result?"
But he is not the only one doing research, Professor Stewart is the head of an entire laboratory.
"We cut open the wand, but found nothing except that the core of the wand should be dragon nerve. Although there seemed to be some adhesive residue, the amount was too small to test it at all.
Element."
That's right, since Erwin now has four new wands, the value of Marduk's one has naturally dropped sharply, so he might as well send it directly to the laboratory for dismantling and research.
Once again, nothing came of it, but Erwin was used to it, "What about those galleons?"
He asked Professor Stewart to bring fifty gold coins to the laboratory. The wizard's coins were also valuable for research.
"When we cut the first Galleons, it caused spontaneous combustion, so we had to choose the dissolution method and obtained this after separating the gold solution."
Professor Stewart took out a small, thick glass bottle.
Erwin took the bottle and looked at it closely. It was a viscous, transparent liquid that seemed to have tiny crystals inside.
Sure enough, it is impossible for goblins to create currency only from precious metals, because pure gold is too difficult for wizards to obtain. In theory, only a wizard who can modify memory can loot the Federal Reserve's vault.
Therefore, it is very naive to think that you can make arbitrage from Gringotts by using the price difference between gold and silver.
Erwin estimated that the true value of Galleons was found in this strange liquid. Of course, this might just be a simple anti-counterfeiting measure used by the goblins to ensure Gringotts' coinage rights. "That's all?" Erwin asked.
, the liquid in this small bottle is less than five milliliters.
"Yes." Professor Stewart nodded, "You can only extract so much from fifty gold coins. In addition, except that it is extremely flammable and the heat energy released by combustion is very exaggerated, we have not yet discovered other properties of this liquid."
"Go find Dipper." Erwin put down the bottle, "Maybe he knows something."