The next day, Hoffa woke up very early. Ever since he started his internship at Saint-Mango Hospital, he almost never woke up after six o 'clock.
When he woke up, the class list was already placed on the bedside table.
Hoffa picked it up and looked at it. There was already a transformation class on the first day. And on Friday afternoon, there was a new class for the third year, Magical Biology.
In this era, this class was still called Magical Biology. If Hoffa remembered correctly, it should be called Magical Biology Protection in the future. Rupert Hagrid was the teacher.
But now, Hagrid himself was nowhere to be seen, and this class was actually taught by Aglaia's father, who he had never met before. This made him very curious about this class.
He laid on the bed and flipped through the class list, wanting to see which day Dumbledore's class was. He still had the thought of asking Dumbledore. But after flipping through the list, he realized that the Magic Spells class on the class list was gone. The entire class list was mostly filled with Potionology and Herbology.
There were so many classes in these two classes. They had almost squeezed out many of the less popular classes. Arithmetic, Divination, Astronomy, Ancient Magic, and even Magic Spells, these classes were all gone.
Hoffa could understand the school's arrangement. After all, the most important thing during the war was medicine. One more batch of medicine could mean one more life. But to take away all the time from the Magic Spells class, it was a bit too much … After all, Magic Spells was also a very important subject!
Helplessly putting down the class list, Hoffa got out of bed and washed up.
No matter how the environment changed, he had to adapt.
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During breakfast, Hoffa bumped into Miranda and Aglaia. Of course, there was also that strange blonde head teacher, Sherlock Bohan.
That senior was always by Miranda and Aglaia's side. As long as Hoffa appeared in her sight, Head Teacher Bohan would definitely show an impeccable smile and do this and that for the two girls.
However, Miranda was very polite and perfunctory to her. Aglaia was silent most of the time when she was with her.
This made Hoffa both puzzled and amused. She seemed to want to take her place and become Miranda and Aglaia's new friend.
Hoffa didn't mind who his two friends were dating. Ravenclaw wasn't a school that paid much attention to interpersonal relationships.
However, the way that Captain Bohan looked at him was similar to how a miser would look at a thief made him a little unhappy. Did he look like a pervert? What exactly was she wary of?
Unfortunately, during the first transformation class, Captain Bohan was no longer able to stick to Miranda and Aglaia. Because she was in the fifth grade, she had her own classes to attend.
When Hoffa stepped into the Transfiguration class, he realized that this year's Transfiguration class had changed greatly.
He even thought that he had arrived at an empty room. The ceiling of the room was painted black and the bottom white. It looked quite strange.
All the books and props left behind by Dumbledore and Ossivia had been removed. Nothing was left. There were no desks, no chairs, no blackboard, no projection.
While Hoffa was in a daze, Miranda also entered the room. She frowned and looked at the classroom. "The color of this classroom is painted the wrong way."
She rubbed her chin and asked Hoffa, "Have you seen this Professor Jacob Bohan?"
"Yes." Hoffa paused. "But only twice."
"Oh …" Miranda thought for a moment and asked Aglaia, who was standing on the other side, "What's your relationship with him?"
Aglaia said briefly, "Mother's brother."
"Your family took care of all the teachers in the school this year?"
Miranda teased, "It's your uncle and your father. No wonder they want to install a safe for you."
"What safe?" Aglaia didn't understand.
"It's the class leader who walks around you every day, afraid that you will be abducted by others. Isn't her surname Bohan too? "
Aglaia turned her head and didn't want to continue the topic.
At this time, most of the students arrived.
Seeing the empty classroom, they all shouted.
"Wow, what's going on?"
"Where's the desk?"
"Is this for real …?"
"Did we come to the wrong place?"
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"You didn't come to the wrong place."
A loud but somewhat ethereal voice came from behind.
The crowd turned around and saw a middle-aged man walking slowly. He walked through the crowd and stood in the middle of the classroom. He opened his arms and smiled with an expression that made people feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze. "This is the teaching method I want. Please sit."
Sit?
Hoffa looked at the snow-white ground and thought that it was too strange. The ground was painted white, wouldn't it turn black in a while?
Transfiguration class was Hoffa's best course. Whether it was the first-year Dumbledore or the second-year Ossivia, he learned a lot from these teachers.
But the problem was that there were no transfiguration materials in this classroom, so how was he going to transform? What was he going to teach?
Professor Bohan took the lead and sat down, so the other students also sat down in the empty room. The scene was somewhat like an ancient Greek philosopher giving a lecture.
Miranda sat next to Hoffa, and Aglaia sat next to another girl, ignoring Miranda and Hoffa.
Miranda looked at Aglaia's cold side profile and asked, "How did you offend her?"
"I …" Before Hoffa could explain, he felt someone looking at him. It was Professor Bohan. He immediately stopped himself from whispering to her.
After the classroom quieted down, the Transfiguration teacher, who was sitting cross-legged, raised a finger.
"Transfiguration is the subject closest to the origin of all things in all subjects. Understand all things, understand all things, and finally control all things.
Those who know nothing about the world, those who think they are infallible, and those who don't know how to listen to the desires of all things, have already deviated from the path of transfiguration from the moment they were born. "
When he said this, the students were all stunned. The students with dissatisfaction on their faces sat up straight one after another.
'This guy is something …' Huo Fa thought to himself.
Bohan said, "In my opinion, the origin of a wizard is the combination of the spirit and magic. Any magic is the art of controlling magic with the spirit. And the master of this art is transfiguration, a kind of beauty that only a few people can taste. "
"Hiss …" Some of the students groaned in a low voice.
Jacob Bohan's emotional description seemed to make the students feel the temptation of * * *, and they couldn't wait to taste the beauty in the professor's mouth.
Professor Bohan seemed to be very satisfied with the effect. He propped up his knees and said, "But before the class officially starts, I want to ask about the real progress of your studies. Where did you go last year? "
A Ravenclaw immediately handed over a list of last year's homework.
Jacob looked at last year's class list, shook his head, and threw it aside.
"Human Transfiguration? This kind of external transformation is too low-level. "
"Hiss …"
A low hiss sounded in the classroom.
Hoffa frowned. Whether it was Ossivia, Dumbledore, or his own Transfiguration Secret Book, they all held Human Transfiguration and Animagus in high esteem.
But in the mouth of this professor, Human Transfiguration actually became low-level. Was he so arrogant?
Professor Bohan continued, "I have always disdained to make a fuss on the surface. In my opinion, only a wizard who can completely control the spirit and magic is worthy of being called a real wizard."
He raised another finger. "So, in this year's class, I will teach you the real — Magic Transfiguration."
With that, a transparent purple flower bloomed on his fingertip.
The flower slowly coiled and rose, gradually turning into a winding transparent stem. The scene was magnificent.
Hoffa's eyes widened. He immediately remembered.
This … He had actually seen this scene last year. When he and Ossivia were attacked by the ancient wizards in the ancient library, they had seen them use magic to create Mirage weapons to fight with themselves.
Magic Transfiguration … So that's how it is?
Jacob looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him attentively. He couldn't help but nod in satisfaction. He raised his hand and removed the magic power. He smiled and said, "This is why I didn't put anything in the classroom. A real transformation master doesn't need to use any external objects to prove himself."
Jacob Bohan said, "Take out your wands, feel your magic with your heart, and then release it smoothly."
The students sitting on the ground took out their wands, eager to try. With a wand, they quickly guided the magic to condense into a little bit of magic at the tip of the wand. This was not too difficult for a wizard.
Hoffa didn't move. He didn't have a wand. Although he could still use a small number of combat skills, he was a little stretched for ordinary learning and practice.
Jacob Bohan saw that Hoffa didn't move and was about to ask when a wand was stuffed into his hand. It turned out to be Miranda. She gave her wand to Hoffa.
Hoffa raised his wand and began to make up the numbers.
(Miranda's wand felt like a chopstick to him.)
Jacob Bohan's gaze turned to Miranda, who didn't have a wand. "Miss Ghoshak?"
Miranda raised a finger and freely released a ball of magic floating like a water droplet through her finger.
"Exquisite magic control. You really are the descendant of Adebe Ghoshak." He looked at Miranda with admiration.
"Thirty points for Ravenclaw!"
Thirty points, this was already very generous among the previous teachers of the Transfiguration class.
Hoffa looked at Miranda and quietly raised his finger, but he couldn't release magic without a wand like Miranda.
He was still lacking in the precision of magic control.
"How did you do it, casting without a wand?" Hoffa whispered to Miranda.
"Meditation," Miranda said with a smile, her expression very Buddhist.
Meditation? Hoffa composed himself and controlled the flow of magic in his body to his fingertips, but it felt very jerky. This was something he had never done before.
"Don't rush." Miranda whispered, "Casting without a wand is a very long learning process. It involves a complex understanding of the human body. Take it slow."
While Huo Fa was trying his best to cast spells without a staff, the other students were already transforming their magic power. It had to be said that children of this age had wild imaginations. They waved their wands. They waved their wands, and the magic bubbles in the air quickly began to transform.
Some transformed into ferocious beasts and animals, some into towering trees, some into airplanes and cannons, and some even into beautiful women.
Looking at the students around him practicing, Hoffa had a feeling that something was missing.
The Transfiguration education he had received in the past two years was to change the structure of things, not to destroy their essence.
He remembered that when he used to have a wand, he often changed the attribute of the wand, which was very powerful. And it was incomparably sharp, which was to change the structure of things. And changing the wand back was to not change its essence.
But the magic transfiguration in front of him didn't involve any structural or essential changes. If he had to say, this kind of transfiguration was more like a trick, purely a trick to change the appearance.
But it wasn't right to think this way, because just last year, those Ancient Wizards Mirage used their magic transfiguration to teach Hoffa a very memorable lesson. That was real damage.
He was so confused that he couldn't figure it out. In the end, he still chose to raise his hand to ask.
Professor Bohan nodded. "Please speak, Bach."
"Professor, you want to ask, does your magic transfiguration involve structural changes?"
"Of course it does," Jacob said lightly.
"But I observed it carefully just now. The original Magic Power is still Magic Power. It …"
Before Hoffa's voice trailed off, he saw Professor Bohan put his fingers together, and a thin invisible blade about half a meter long appeared at his fingertips, like thin ice that was about to melt.
Then, the invisible blade flashed by. Hoffa was shocked. He reacted quickly and raised his arm, and a transparent shield appeared in front of his arm. But the shield didn't block the damage.
The thin ice-like invisible blade made a strange turn, flashed past the shield, and cut off a few strands of hair on Hoffa's forehead before disappearing.
The empty classroom was completely silent.
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