Soon, it was Friday, the time for the first Magical Biology class.
This was Hoffa's first official Magical Biology class since he came to school. Of course, that was if it wasn't official. Actually, he had learned a lot about magical animals in his first year.
Poison Sac Leopard, Curled Winged Demon, Thunderbird, Centaur, etc.
However, after the death of the Centaur in the Forbidden Forest and the explosion in the school, Hoffa found it hard to imagine that there were any magical creatures in the Hogwarts.
He was curious about the content of this class. He was even more curious about what kind of person Aglaia's father was, to even miss the opening banquet.
The venue for the Magical Biology class was located at the intersection of the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake. It had rained that morning, so the sky was a refreshing light grey color. The grass beneath their feet was wet and bouncy when stepped on.
When Huo Fa arrived with his textbooks, there were already many students waiting for him. They wore red, blue, green, and yellow wizard robes as they stood on the grass. There were so many of them that Hoffa almost thought that he was in Quidditch.
It seemed that no matter if it was a senior or a junior, everyone wanted to be selected to participate in the special training for the Magical Biology class, so that they could be freed from the heavy workload of Hogwarts this year.
However, as it was the first Magical Biology class, Hoffa did not see any magical creatures here. He only saw a few tables that were placed haphazardly, and on the tables were some neatly folded Zizi gray clothes.
Upon closer inspection, these clothes were actually swimsuits.
What was this for? Hoffa did not understand. Why did the Magical Biology class prepare swimsuits and not magical creatures?
Just as the students were discussing,
A strong magic fluctuation came from the center of the crowd.
Everyone quickly dispersed.
A cloud of gray fog dispersed, and a young man with a cigarette in his mouth walked out of the fog.
He wore a black wizard's leather coat, with a few silver scimitars tied to his waist, and his silver hair was tied into a ponytail. He looked very capable. However, in contrast to his capable appearance, were his eyes. His eyelids were drooping and he looked like he had just woken up. Coupled with his slightly hunched body that was as thin as a bamboo pole, he looked extremely listless.
"Hiss." He blew out a smoke ring and asked, "Is everyone here?"
Seeing the young man with a cigarette in his mouth, Hoffa narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. He looked at the young man's silver hair. When he saw Aglaia standing beside Sherlock Bohan in the crowd, a sense of extreme absurdity appeared in his mind.
Could it be that this young man, who looked no older than him by two years, was … He was Aglaia's … father?
Was it really her father?
It must be fake.
One had to know that Aglaia's mother already had crow's feet at the corner of her eyes, but he still looked like he was about the same age as her.
Who could stand this?!
Could it be related to the elven bloodline in his body? The elves in the fairy tales all had long lives …
He turned his head mechanically and stared at Aglaia's face, hoping to find some clues. However, there was no expression on her face at all. She was almost numb, just clenching her fists.
Not only was Hoffa surprised. The other students were also surprised. However, Hoffa guessed that he was Aglaia's father, but the other students were surprised because of his attitude.
Fatir Dracath had just spoken.
A tall Gryffindor student stood out with his hands on his hips. "Hey, who are you?"
"My name is Fatir Saroyan Dracath. You can call me Fatir. "The tall, thin man hunched his back and said in a deadpan manner.
"Fatir?"
The students around him exclaimed in disbelief.
"You're the teacher of Magical Biology?"
"Hey, how old are you?" A girl exclaimed on the spot.
"This is my privacy, miss." He exhaled a puff of smoke and said.
"Thin and young …"
The tall Gryffindor crossed his arms and looked at Fatir from head to toe. "Are you kidding? You'll be cursed for lying!"
Fatir pointed at the silver teacher tag on his chest and did not explain further.
The tag could not be faked, and the students began to whisper among themselves.
"This guy is really a teacher …"
"Is the principal really crazy?"
"Or is he actually a relative of the principal?"
"Even if he's a relative, does he think that Hogwarts is his home?"
.....
As they spoke, a few Gryffindor in red robes surrounded him.
"Hey, teacher, do you want to prove yourself first?"
Hoffa narrowed his eyes and stood at the side without saying a word. He could understand the dissatisfaction of the Gryffindor. This Fatir looked like a fifth-year student, younger than most of the students present. How could the sixth-year and seventh-year students accept this?
He was also very curious as to how this seemingly young professor was going to subdue these rebellious Gryffindor students.
However, Fatir did not make any unnecessary movements. He just stood there and took a puff of his cigarette and said calmly, "If you want to, get lost."
As soon as he said this, a few Gryffindor gasped and raised their arms with widened eyes. Their fierce actions were ignored by Professor Drasser.
He exhaled a ring of smoke and looked around. He asked weakly, "What are you holding in your hands? Bricks?"
"Textbooks," someone replied.
"Oh, I thought you were going to use these to build a wall." Drasser's tone was slightly sarcastic.
The students looked at the textbooks in their hands and showed a confused expression. Hoffa immediately found similarities between this guy and Aglaia. Speaking harshly could be inherited … But this guy did not even look at his daughter from the beginning to the end.
Was Aglaia really her biological daughter?
He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it to extinguish it. He lit up another one, looking no different from a street thug.
"Before I came, Principal Dippet told me that this year, Hogwarts will cultivate elites at all costs. Do you want to become elites? "
"Yes …" the students answered without much confidence. They did not know what this young teacher was selling.
"Then throw away the textbooks in your hands," he said lazily.
"Why?" someone immediately objected.
"Because they are useless," Drasser said.
The corner of the crowd's mouth twitched. They were very unhappy with this young professor. "The textbooks teach us magic knowledge. Without knowledge, how can we become elites?"
"Oh, it's very simple." Fatir Drasser blew out a smoke ring. "Let's play."
The students could not hold it in anymore. The crowd began to snicker. Then, the snicker turned into laughter. The skinny young man stood in the crowd and smoked. He didn't seem to have any intention of stopping them.
Hoffa could not help but look at Aglaia. Her face was red and white. Her eyes were full of confusion and unfamiliarity.
At this time, the laughter ended. A Slytherin student stood up and said sarcastically, "Professor Drasser, we are not here to play in Hogwarts."
"Then what do you want to do?" Fatir looked at the boy with dead eyes.
"Learn magic knowledge, become strong, and survive in this chaotic world," the boy said confidently.
"That's what you think."
"That's right."
"What about you?" Drasser changed the topic.
"Of course, I'm not here to play," the boy said.
Drasser then asked Hoffa, "Do you think so too?"
Hoffa thought about it carefully. His mind was full of this idea when he was in first grade. Although after two years, this idea had faded a little, there was no doubt that he wanted to become stronger.
"I think so too," Hoffa said with certainty.
Drasser said, "So, you all think so? Learn well and become stronger, right? "
"That's right," the students said in unison.
Fatir Drasser nodded in satisfaction and said, "I was wrong. Everyone here is a motivated idiot."
The crowd was in an uproar.
"Hey, who are you talking about?"
"Even a professor can't talk like that!"
"Is there a professor like you?"
"What kind of crazy person is he? Where did he come from?"
.....
Some people even crossed their arms and spat on the ground in disdain. Hoffa felt that if it were not for the sign on his chest, some of the hot-tempered seniors would have beaten him up.
But Professor Drasser was still not angry, as if the angry shouts of the students were just air to him. He said calmly, "Learn and become stronger. That's what you all think, the Germans think so too, the Japanese think so too, the Italians think so too. Not only do they think so, but they have already put it into practice.
In this world, as long as there is a rational person, they will do so. Since everyone is doing so, everyone is working hard in this direction. Then why can you become an elite and others can't? "
As soon as he finished speaking, a boy immediately stood up and refuted.
"We can rely on hard work to defeat others. Life has always been a cruel competition. It's like thousands of soldiers and horses crossing a wooden bridge."
Fatir nodded. "That's right, but if you cross the bridge, you are still a soldier or a horse."
"But …"
"But …"
Fatir's gaze sharpened slightly. She interrupted the student. "When you squeeze across the single-log bridge, you will find that there is another single-log bridge in front of the single-log bridge. You will squeeze forward and there is another single-log bridge in front of the single-log bridge. The single-plank bridge was connected to the single-plank bridge. Bruised and battered, you squeezed through the single-plank bridge, and pushed forward again, and again, and again, and again. You will fall down one day. You will fall down one day.
If you are lucky enough to reach the end of the bridge, do you know what you will find? You will find that there is chaos in front of you. There will be no more bridges.
You will be afraid, because the ability you have learned is only to cross the bridge. It does not include facing chaos, facing the unknown. You will even doubt your own life, and why you were born in this world. "
The whole place was silent. After saying this, Professor Drasser seemed to have used up a lot of energy. He looked very tired. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and rubbed his temples.
"Follow the rules." Fatir took a drag on his cigarette and said dispiritedly, "You are doing this because someone told you to.
And you are willing to believe it because everyone wants to use rules to understand the world, to bind the world. That will give you a false sense of security.
But the world is changeable, and there are no rules in the world. The rules that apply today will not apply tomorrow. A single-plank bridge built today may decay, break, and collapse tomorrow. "
"But …"
"But …"
Some students wanted to refute, but they did not know where to start.
Drasser regained some of his energy and said, "The world has never lacked hardworking lives. But the moment the blood of the Sorcerer flows in your body, you are destined to be different from those ordinary people. This is the gift of fate, and also a heavy responsibility.
I will not teach you to cross the bridge numbly. I will teach you to build a bridge in the chaos for others to walk on. Now, those who accept my point of view, throw away your books. If you don't, I will not force you. Everyone can choose their own path. "
There was a moment of silence …
The Slytherin students were the first to move. They threw away the books in their hands like they were worn out shoes. This action triggered a chain reaction.
Hoffa felt that his worldview was a little loose, but out of curiosity, he also put his book on the ground.
Nearly half of the students quietly left amidst the crashing sounds of books being thrown to the ground. But Fatir did not look at anyone. He just looked at the sky and smoked.
When the rest of the students threw away their books, he lowered his head and said plainly, "I am glad that so many students stayed. In short, my course is to play. But to play to the end and not be influenced by worldly views requires courage and perseverance.
So, in order to filter out the students who are suitable for my course, I have prepared an elimination mechanism.
Fifty kilometers away from the Black Lake, in the mountains of Scotland, there is an abandoned hunting ground built by the ancient Sorcerers. I don't care what method you use, only those who can swim to the other side in the fastest speed are qualified to take my course. "
After that, he pointed to the other side of the Black Lake. The crowd followed his finger and looked at the lake. They could not see the end of it.
"How, how many kilometers …?" A student asked.
"Fifty kilometers?"
"What? Swim fifty kilometers? "
"Is this for real?"
.....
The crowd turned around again, wanting to confirm the truth of the matter with the professor. But when they turned back, the skinny professor had already disappeared into thin air. They did not know what kind of magic he used.
From the moment he appeared to the moment he left, Fatir used less than twenty minutes. But in these twenty minutes, his mouth had already convinced half of the students.
Seeing the professor leave so quickly, out of curiosity, the students gathered around Aglaia and asked, "Is that your brother?"
"Of course, aren't they both surnamed Dracath?"
"Wow, is that really your brother …?"
"Your brother has such a personality!"
"Wow, he looks quite handsome!"
"Just a little skinny!"
"Skinny is also attractive."
"How old is he?"
"Does he have a girlfriend?"
"Can you introduce her to …"
"Get lost!!" Aglaia roared, her face red.
She picked up a swimsuit from the table and went into the changing room without looking back, leaving a group of girls standing there looking at each other, completely clueless about what had happened.
Hoffa knew what happened. These girls were just short of saying "F * ck your father". With her personality, it would be strange if she did not go berserk.
But to be honest, Hoffa did not expect Aglaia's father to be the guy who helped him on the train. Hoffa felt that this person was strange the last time, and now it seemed that this guy was really strange. The word "fairness" did not seem to be in his world view.
But thinking about it, Hoffa could understand why the Hogwarts of this era hired him as a teacher. Peace required fairness, war did not care about fairness, war only required victory.
But …
Swimming …
Hoffa looked at the bundles of swimsuits on the table.
He sighed inwardly.
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