After the Transfiguration teacher cut off Hoffa's hair, low laughter came from all around. Although the laughter was not malicious, he still shut up and sat down with a solemn expression.
The moment Professor Bohan made his move, he clearly felt the changes in the internal structure of the magic power, just like the skills of the ancient wizards. However, he did not know how Bohan did it.
After the class, all the students walked out of the classroom in high spirits.
"This teacher is so good."
His roommate William said with little stars in his eyes.
"Yeah."
Antonio agreed. "I turned my magic power into a horse. Did you see it? Ghost Horse! "
"Horse? Did you see me turn into a Muggle tank? "
"God, I never found transfiguration so interesting!"
"It seems that magic transfiguration is much easier than human transfiguration!"
"That's right. If this goes on, we will all become Hoffa."
"Hahahaha."
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The students were eagerly talking about the transfiguration class just now, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
Hoffa seemed a little uninterested. Without a wand, he could not even release the most basic magic power outside his body. Casting without a wand was several times more difficult than he thought.
He held his textbook and walked past his classmates absent-mindedly. When he walked to the third greenhouse of the hunting ground's herbalism class, Miranda caught up with him. "Hoffa, you haven't bought a wand yet."
"I can't use other wands." Hoffa was a little depressed. "By the way, can't you cast without a wand?"
"It's possible for the time being."
"What do you mean for the time being? Can you teach me?" Hoffa's expression brightened.
Miranda sighed. "You think too much, Hoffa. Casting without a wand is not a specialized skill. After you learn it, you can do without a wand. "
"Then how do I do it? I heard that the ancient wizards did not use wands."
"That's right, but do you know how strict the ancient wizards' selection was? The purpose of a wand is to give those wizards with mediocre talents a chance to shine. "
"Let's not talk about these useless things for now. Hurry up and tell me how to learn Magic Casting without a Staff."
"Things aren't as simple as you think. Casting without a staff is a time-consuming process. Every incantation and every magic manipulation can be performed without a staff. For example, the Fluorescent Spell. "
Miranda raised her finger. "Flicker."
Her fingertips suddenly lit up with a silver light.
Hoffa's eyes lit up. "How did you do it?"
"First of all, you have to be quiet and patient. Secondly, when you learn to cast a Fluorescent Spell without a wand, you've only learned the Fluorescent Spell. Do you understand what I mean? "
Hoffa was taken aback. "You're saying that I have to learn every single curse again?"
"You don't have to be so absolute. It's just that casting spells with a wand and casting spells without a wand are two different systems. A wand had wood and a core, but if you cast a spell without a wand, you would only have yourself. You need to be able to control your magic power to an unimaginable degree. This kind of ability requires a lot of practice. "
"But you …"
"I only have about ten spells that I can cast without a wand, and these are all spells that I know by heart." Miranda told the truth. "I spent three or four years just to learn a few spells without a wand."
Hoffa fell silent. Miranda's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.
Three or four years … He didn't even know where he would be after three or four years.
After entering the third greenhouse, the two ended their conversation. Today, they had to take care of the fighting grass, an unusually fierce and aggressive plant.
After the herbal class, he immediately had to go to the Magic Potions class. The Magic Potions class was held in an underground classroom. Between the wooden tables, there were more than forty crucibles and a table full of ingredients.
Slughorn, with a pipe in his mouth, patrolled back and forth in a cloud of smoke, shouting as he patrolled.
"Hurry up, take out all the intermediate potions! We have a lot to learn, a lot, a lot! This year, the Ministry of Magic has set up a review site in Hogsmeade.
If your performance is outstanding, I can recommend you a good position in the Ministry of Magic and give you a bright future. The premise is that you must complete the mission … Do you understand? You must complete the mission … "
He spoke tirelessly, and the students below were like moles digging holes, shuttling back and forth. They held the potion ingredients in their hands.
The Magic Potions class lasted for five hours, and it was terrifying.
This year, the school couldn't wait to stuff all the knowledge into the students' heads, and didn't give them the slightest chance to take a breather.
They were like a train full of coal, running forward with all their might, not stopping until they reached their goal.
After a few days of classes, Hoffa was almost exhausted. He didn't even have time to go to the library to look for extra books on magic without a wand, and it was the same for the other students.
Class ended at noon on Thursday, but Miranda complained in the corridor, "Five hours a day for potions, three hours for herbs. Is Hogwarts planning to become the headquarters of Europe's Magic Potions?"
"The school is doing this for your own good. If you don't learn more, you'll be blown up." Hoffa comforted his friend.
Miranda rolled her eyes, "Come on, this year's Magic Potions and Herbs are purely physical labor. Isn't this clearly treating us like slaves?"
Hoffa shut his mouth. In fact, he also had this resentment in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud. He felt that Hogwarts had recently changed from a magic school to a Foxconn …
This kind of magic school wasn't beautiful at all.
The two of them were walking towards the hall, planning to have lunch. At this time, there was a noise in front of them. They met a group of students around a notice board. They looked at the magic words flying on the wall, and all of them had excited expressions.
"What's that?" Miranda was curious.
The school put out a notice?
Huo Fa stood on his tiptoes and took a few glances outside, only to see an uncontrolled fluorescent chalk writing on a blackboard.
[The student selection for the Magical Biology class will begin on Friday afternoon. All third-year students must participate. Those selected will undergo special training in the Hesperian Islands for half a year. During the training period, all other classes will be exempted.]
Special training selection, all other classes will be exempted?
When Hoffa saw this, he was immediately moved. If he wanted to learn to cast spells without a staff, he would need a lot of time after class for himself to practice and cultivate. But he didn't have time now.
If he could be selected to participate in this Magical Biology class, he would probably be freed from the mechanical training arranged by the school.
At this time, Miranda also squeezed into the crowd and finished reading the notice.
After reading it, she suddenly poked Hoffa's shoulder.
"Hey, do you think that the Magical Biology class teacher is Aglaia's father?"
"Should … be."
"Then if we ask Aglaia, can we ask her father to open a back door for us?"
Miranda said excitedly, "Not going to class for half a year, it's quite tempting …"
Hoffa looked at her in disbelief. "Why are you so familiar with it?"
As they were talking, Aglaia floated past the two of them without looking sideways. Beside her was the blond captain, Sherlock, who was always by her side.
In the past few days, Aglaia didn't talk much with Hoffa. Her attitude became neither cold nor warm. She didn't deliberately ignore him, but she also didn't deliberately ignore him. She spent most of her time with her cousin.
He seemed to have been labeled as a passerby.
The two people under the notice board watched each other walk past and then looked at each other.
Miranda asked in a low voice, "Did you do something bad to her during the summer vacation?"
Hoffa rolled his eyes. "You think I'm that kind of person?"
"That's true." Miranda touched her chin. "You're really dumb."
"Go to hell."
"Do you want to go and apologize?"
"Apologize for what? I really didn't say anything. "Hoffa argued.
"Do you think she's annoying?"
"When did I?" Hoffa immediately denied.
"Then why do you look so arrogant and cold?"
"Me? Arrogant and cold? Are you really talking about me? "
Miranda spread her hands. "You haven't talked for a week."
"It takes two to clap," Hoffa said dryly.
"Who says it doesn't make a clap? Just slap her face."
Hoffa paused. "Go away."
Miranda: "Hmm … I found that you're quite good at verbal abuse … sometimes."
"Oh my god." Hoffa groaned. "What are you talking about?"
"Go." Miranda pushed Hoffa. "I still want to use her to get in through the back door."
Looking at the silvery figure with fluttering silver hair, Hoffa gritted his teeth and gave the book in his hand to Miranda. "Wait for me."
Then, he quickly went in front of Aglaia and Sherlock. He opened his arms.
The two were talking and laughing, but when they saw him coming, their expressions immediately changed.
Aglaia looked over Hoffa's shoulder, her eyes became absent-minded and indifferent. Sherlock flipped her long blonde hair and asked with interest, "Yo, big hero, what do you want from us?"
Huo Fa's brows furrowed at the harsh words. But he suppressed his displeasure and said to Aglaia, "We need to talk."
"Talk about what?" Aglaia's eyes moved from Hoffa's left shoulder to his right shoulder.
Hoffa's eyes turned to Sherlock. His meaning was obvious. He hoped that she could give him some space alone with Aglaia.
But Sherlock completely ignored Hoffa's request. She grabbed Aglaia's arm. "Okay, okay, don't you still have Quidditch training? Don't be late, Captain Fedderst is very strict … "
She pulled her cousin and brushed past Huo Fa as if they were avoiding a plague.
"Damn it!" Hoffa rubbed his temples and turned to follow. He whispered, "Are you leaving just like that?"
"What do you want?" Aglaia turned around, her eyes still looking at Hoffa's shoulder.
Hoffa took a deep breath and said with a serious face, "I was wrong."
Aglaia was stunned. She broke free from Sherlock's arm and looked from Hoffa's shoulder to his eyes. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.
But then, Sherlock's cold voice sounded behind her. "Aglaia, have you forgotten Madam Drasser's warning?"
She shivered and licked her lips. She looked at Hoffa and forced a smile. "What are you talking about? You didn't do anything wrong. Why are you apologizing to me? "
Then, she walked past Hoffa and hurriedly followed her cousin and disappeared into the crowd.
Hoffa stood there with his eyes wide open.
After a while, Miranda ran over. "Did it work? Did it work?"
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