Aglaia's conjecture was correct. In just one afternoon, Tom Riddle defeated all the challengers with just one curse. He didn't even need any help.
There was no one who could defend against his curse.
And the price he paid was a row of dead plants on the balcony.
There was no doubt that he had become Professor Mellors' teaching assistant. He had become the first teaching assistant in the entire Hogwarts at a rocket speed.
This big news not only shocked all the Gryffindor students, but it also made all the students talk about it. A Slytherin became the teaching assistant of Gryffindor's dean, and a not too famous second-year student.
For a moment, all the Gryffindor students were blaming each other.
The second-year students blamed the third-year students, the third-year students blamed the fourth-year students, and so on until the seventh-year students.
But no one could break the curse.
To be honest, Hoffa didn't know how to break the curse. He could use Ghost Walk to dodge it, but that and breaking the curse were two different things.
But now was not the time for him to worry about Tom Riddle's strange curse. Two days passed like lightning.
On Wednesday, Hoffa had his first Transfiguration class as a second-year student.
Without a doubt, he didn't want to go.
He even wanted to be like Miranda, who didn't even attend a single magic class last year, and skip all the Transfiguration classes. But obviously, he couldn't do that. His grandfather wasn't the vice-principal, and he wasn't an 11-year-old kid.
Thoughts were just thoughts.
After breakfast, he silently followed his two friends and walked into the Transfiguration classroom on the third floor.
In the classroom, Tom Riddle became the hero in the eyes of all the Slytherin students. Even the arrogant Malfoy was full of admiration for him.
He put his arm around Tom's shoulder and sat at the table talking loudly.
It was as if he was the king of the world.
Tom, on the other hand, was very low-key. He only smiled and talked to his admirers.
Hoffa didn't know what this guy did in the two months he stayed at the school, but it was obvious that he didn't waste any time.
They did not have to wait too long in the classroom before a firm and negative mental force field approached them from afar.
Bang!
When the door to the Transfiguration class opened, Hoffa lowered his head and said nothing amidst the laughter of the crowd.
Ossivia walked in slowly. She was wearing a purple robe and high-top leather boots. She was carrying an ordinary satchel. She still looked meticulous and cold.
The others didn't have the same experience as Hoffa, so they didn't understand the tall girl in front of them at all. They all chatted excitedly.
Ablaxus Malfoy even slammed his hands on the table in an attempt to attract the attention of the beautiful teacher.
Tom Riddle was the only guy at Slytherin's table who remained calm.
Ossivia stood on the podium and looked around without saying a word. He did not stop the crowd from getting excited, nor did he reprimand them.
It wasn't until the people below felt that something was wrong that they slowly calmed down and became completely silent.
She slowly picked up the name list on the table and started to call out names.
"Ablaxus Malfoy."
Malfoy excitedly raised his hand.
"Here."
"Fengerokna."
"Here."
"Charlie Black."
"Here."
"Falcoeclone."
"Here."
After calling out a dozen students, she put down the name list and said calmly, "The people I called out just now will have 10 marks deducted. The next time you make a ruckus, 20 marks will be deducted. If you do it a third time, you won't be able to take the final exam."
The enthusiasm in the classroom was like a bonfire that met the cold wind of Siberia. It was completely extinguished in the blink of an eye.
The Slytherin students were all stunned. They looked at each other with their mouths wide open.
She had already memorized everyone's names before the class even started.
Aglaia's lips curled into a smile. She elbowed Hoffa and mouthed, "I like this teacher."
Hoffa just looked at her and continued to lower his head. He did not respond.
Ossivia did not intend to waste her energy on punishing the students. She was like the most efficient conservationist. She stood on the podium and took out her textbook without moving.
"Transfiguration is the most rigorous and exquisite of all the subjects. It is also the subject that requires the most creativity. It is different from magic spells that are passed down orally. It is also different from black magic that is highly effective. It is very flexible. Only the most imaginative people can use it well. "
Ossivia's tone was the same as when she was on the Moroccan ship. There was no fluctuation and no vitality to speak of.
"What is Transfiguration and how to use it well? Every mature wizard has their own answer. My answer is more inclined to use as many cards as you have.
Last year, Professor Dumbledore must have helped you lay the foundation, but I have seen your results. Your Transfiguration is too early for practical use. "
Aglaia elbowed Hoffa again and said in a low voice, "This newly graduated teacher is a little arrogant. How about you show her what you can do and intimidate her?"
Hoffa did not say a word. He sat a little further away to prevent Aglaia from elbowing him.
To be honest, he did not want to listen to Ossivia's class at all. He did not want to learn her understanding of Transfiguration, and he did not want to be like some Slytherin who indulged in the beauty of a foreign teacher.
Every second of sitting in the class made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Ossivia continued to lecture on the podium.
"There is no fixed pattern to Transfiguration. Even everyone's Animagus is different.
Following a pattern is not the path a master Transfiguration should take.
This year, I will teach you Human Transfiguration. This is the teaching task assigned to me by the school.
I don't expect all of you to become Animagus. That is not realistic, but I hope that this year, each of you can have your own unique way of Transfiguration and have the ability to deal with unexpected situations. You can not just transform into bottles and cans to deal with the exam. "
After a pause, Ossivia continued.
"However, in the first class, I hope to understand each of your current Transfiguration level. So that I can focus on my teaching. "
As soon as she said this, the bonfire that was blown by the cold Siberian wind showed signs of rekindling.
Many of the boys below began to restlessly shake their butts. Who did not want to prove their uniqueness in front of a beautiful teacher?
Ossivia: "If any of you can satisfy me with your Transfiguration, I will promote one of you to become an assistant."
The youthful bonfire burned to a height of three meters.
Whoosh!!
At this moment, more than twenty arms pointed straight to the sky.
"Hoffa, Hoffa."
Aglaia excitedly began to poke Hoffa.
Hoffa sat further away from her, but she did not let it go and sat closer to him.
"What!?"
Hoffa whispered irritably.
"Go ahead, isn't this what you're best at?"
Aglaia was as anxious as a eunuch.
"I don't know anything, don't call me."
Hoffa said coldly.
Aglaia widened her eyes and whispered, "What's wrong with you, weren't you very active in Dumbledore's class?"
"Maybe I'm shy when I see a beautiful teacher."
Miranda whispered teasingly.
"You, shut up, shut up."
Hoffa glared at her.
Miranda was slightly stunned. "I'm just kidding."
Ossivia tapped on the table with her finger. "Quiet."
Hoffa's two friends shut up. The students who raised their hands blushed and pursed their lips, like a group of concubines waiting for the emperor to flip the cards.
Malfoy almost stood on the chair.
Ossivia glanced around. "Malfoy."
"Liquid!!"
Malfoy clenched his fists and jumped to the podium.
"How, what?" he asked anxiously.
Ossivia held a piece of cardboard and a quill and said without looking up, "Show me the transformation you're best at.
Malfoy's fingers trembled as he picked up a piece of chalk and turned it into a rose as if presenting a treasure. He smiled flirtatiously, took a step forward, pressed one hand on his lower abdomen, and made an impeccable aristocratic bow.
This action caused a sudden commotion among the girls and boos from the boys.
Ossivia, who was recording, looked up. "Meaningless and worthless transformation, at the level of an ordinary first-year graduate."
Malfoy's red face quickly turned to shock, and the snickers from the people below made his face gloomy.
"How is it meaningless, Miss Romanov?"
He deliberately emphasized the word 'miss' in English.
"Deduct ten points from Slytherin," she said lightly. "Call me Professor."
"You!" Malfoy, who was on the podium, was completely unhappy.
Ossivia put down the quill. "The essence of transformation is to understand. If you can't really understand the essence of something, the transformation will be useless. Mr. Malfoy, your rose is missing a thorn. "
Malfoy straightened his back, his face cold. He threw the rose to the ground, glanced at it, and snorted coldly. He flung his robe and strode down the podium.
Ossivia looked around and said, "This year, my class will focus on human transformation. I don't need to show you the simple transformation of objects."
After a pause, she asked, "Human transformation, does anyone know how to do it?"
Everyone retracted their hands, and the fire of youth was completely extinguished.
Ossivia saw that no one raised their hand, so she calmly turned to a page.
"Then I'll start the roll call according to last semester's results. Aglaia Dracath."
Aglaia stood up.
"Do you know how to do human transformation?" Ossivia asked directly.
Aglaia shook her head with a face full of unwillingness.
Hoffa tapped his finger on the table and didn't say a word. He was right behind Aglaia on the Transformation class report, and he didn't want to interact with this' new teacher 'at all.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Then, Ossivia called out Tom in third place, skipping him. Hoffa was slightly relieved.
Finally, an hour later, the depressing and strange transformation class ended. The crowd stood up with mixed emotions, and Zizi left.
Slytherin Malfoy kicked the door open.
Hoffa quickly walked out with his head down in the crowd.
But just as he reached the door, he heard a cold voice behind him.
"Hoffa Bach, please wait."
Following the teacher's call, all the students turned their heads to look at Hoffa. For them, Hoffa, who had the best grades in the transformation class, didn't make a sound during the whole class, which was very strange.
Miranda and Aglaia were stunned, curiously looking between Hoffa and the new transformation teacher.
Hoffa stood still, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and then unclenched them. Then, he gently said to his two friends, "You guys go out for a while, I'll be back in a while."
Aglaia: "Okay."
Miranda looked at the transformation teacher, and then at the smiling Hoffa. "Interesting."
Then, she dragged Aglaia, who was puzzled, out of the classroom.
When the classroom was empty, Hoffa exhaled, turned around, and asked with a cold expression, "What?"
Ossivia waved her magic wand, and the classroom closed with a bang.
"During the summer vacation, you left without telling me."
"Can we not talk about the summer vacation?" Hoffa said calmly. "Now you're the teacher, and I'm the student. What can I do for you?"
After a moment of silence.
Ossivia walked down the podium. "I need your help with something."
"Stay in the dormitory? I can do that. "
Hoffa nodded.
"No."
Ossivia ignored the sharp tone in Hoffa's voice and said, "I heard about you from Dumbledore, and I also saw your grades last year. Your grades were very good."
"Just say it."
"I hope you can be my teaching assistant for the transformation class."
Hoffa raised his eyebrows. "Me?"
"Yes."
"May I ask why?"
"Every teacher has their own extra task this year. My task is to help the Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic find the Library of Forbidden Arts. I hope you can help me in this matter. "
Library, the library again.
Hoffa smiled helplessly, shook his head, and said softly, "Find someone else."
After that, he bowed and strode back.
Ossivia put a hand on Hoffa's shoulder and pulled him back.
Hoffa jerked his hand away and pulled out his magic wand, whispering in a low voice, "What do you want?"
"I need your help. If you have any opinions, you can say them," said Ossivia sincerely.
"Opinions?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll ask you again. What are you looking for?"
"The Library of Forbidden Arts."
"Humph." Hoffa sneered and spread out his hands sadly. "Professor Romanov, I think you're lying."
"No."
"No, then what is it?"
Hoffa pointed.
Ossivia turned her head, and the corner of her eyes twitched.
Hoffa stepped forward, took out an old newspaper from her satchel, and placed it in front of her.
"You're crazy. How long has this newspaper been? Four months! "
Ossivia finally shut up.
Hoffa sighed.
"You haven't changed at all, professor. Using a cold appearance and attitude to hide your anger and hatred.
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