As Hoffa was still thinking about how to get the transfiguration book in the library, he did not pay much attention to Miranda's request. He replied casually, "Okay, I'll go."
Miranda continued in a low voice, "Palio was going to discuss with the dean to make her the ball seeker, but unfortunately, Ghoshak felt that first-year students could not participate in Quidditch, so she was only a substitute."
Hoffa was a little surprised. Wasn't this similar to Harry's treatment? If Ghoshak was a little more lenient, this guy would definitely be a first-year ball seeker.
He turned to look at the girl in the middle of the crowd, thinking that this girl was the model of a main character. A ball seeker was simply the king of the team. The famous people in his previous life were all outstanding in the Quidditch project.
James, Harry, Malfoy, Cedric, Cho, Zhang, Krum, Ginny.
And so on.
Hoffa had thought that she was a little like Hermione, but now it seemed that he was wrong. She was an all-rounder player.
If Hoffa thought that his compromise would be effective, he was gravely mistaken.
What happened next once again refreshed his worldview.
On Friday, Huo Fa had two classes to attend.
Defense Against Black Magic and Potions.
In this era, Defense Against Black Magic was not cursed and was just a normal class. The teacher was a retired Aura named Aratia Melles. He was also the dean of Gryffindor Academy.
He was very kind and humorous when teaching the younger students, and basically told them stories. Vampires, werewolves, black fairies … all kinds of monsters he had faced when he was young. If Hoffa remembered correctly, he should be the last normal teacher in the Defense Against Black Magic class. When he retired after seven years, Tom Riddle wanted to get this position after graduation.
But after being rejected by Dumbledore and the others, Tom Riddle cursed this position. From then on, no teacher could stay in this position for more than a year.
After the Defense Against Black Magic class in the morning, it was the Potions class in the afternoon.
The professor of Potions was Slaghoggen, the dean of Slytherin Academy. Hoffa suddenly had an idea when he was having lunch. It was about the signature in the library.
Compared to Snape in the future, Slughorn was an easy-going person. He would even tell the Lord Voldemort the secret of the Soul Vessel. He also gave his unbearable memories to Harry Potter.
But the precondition for all of this is that you can obtain his approval.
That's right, Slughorn only interacted with students that he thought were valuable, students that had a bright future in his eyes, and these students were the most precious collection in his life. After he retired, in order to become Harry's teacher, he was willing to return to the Jianghu.
To put it simply, this person not only judged people by their appearance, but was also somewhat snobbish.
However, he wasn't a bad person. If Hoffa could get his approval, he could get a signature from him to borrow a book from the library. It shouldn't be difficult.
After all, he could even teach the Lord Voldemort the secret of the Soul Vessel, what was a signature?
Usually, Hoffa was very casual in class, but today, after he finished eating, he went straight to the bathroom, tidied up his appearance, and then combed his black hair Zizi to the back of his head.
This made him look a lot more spirited. His appearance wasn't ugly to begin with. After carefully dressing up, he even looked a little handsome.
The first impression had to be good, and then be more positive. Hoffa felt that he should be able to get Slughorn's attention.
The Potions class classroom was in the basement of the Hogwarts. This place was colder than the main building of the castle above. Glass jars were placed along the wall, soaking in them were animal specimens and mutated body parts. Hoffa felt that this place was quite interesting. Slytherin's common room should be nearby.
After entering, the basement was filled with a faint fog, filled with all kinds of strange smells, and there were many bubbling crucibles.
Hoffa looked at them one by one, and he recognized all the Potions that were being made. Thanks to his superior mental strength, he had already memorized more than half of the Potions books. If Slughorn wanted to ask questions, he felt that he could stand out.
The tables in the basement were round, because crucibles were placed in the middle.
Slytherin's students sat at the same table, and so did Ravenclaw's students. This way, Hoffa could only sit at the same table as Aglaia.
And this time, unfortunately, Slytherin's table and Ravenclaw's table were very close. Tom Riddle, the future Great Demon King, sat opposite Hoffa.
The feeling of being attacked from both sides made Hoffa uncomfortable, but he didn't show it.
Not long after he sat down, the door to the basement classroom opened. Slughorn hadn't appeared yet, but his big belly had already protruded out. Then, a man with a sepiolite pipe inlaid with silver appeared.
He wore a tight jacket, and looked much younger than fifty years later. He wasn't bald, but he was also fatter.
He was all smiles, and his whole person was like a huge smoking walrus.
After entering the basement, Slughorn first swept his eyes over the students, and paused a little longer on Aglaia and Tom Riddle. Because these two had the most outstanding appearances.
Then, he took a look at the roster and began to call out names.
Hoffa thought that this guy's purpose in calling out names was probably to see if there were any descendants of a big family or famous Wizard among his students.
So, when he called out Tom Marvolo, he was slightly surprised. He then looked at Tom in the crowd. Marvolo of the Gunter family was also a famous person.
Hoffa felt that the pressure was on. Lord Voldemort was more handsome than him, and Lord Voldemort had the halo of Salazar and Slytherin. If he wanted to gain Lord Voldemort's favor, he had to be extremely outstanding, or else he would be like Ron, who couldn't even be remembered by Lord Voldemort. Not to mention getting the signature to enter the forbidden book area.
After calling out names, Slughorn blew out a smoke ring and said happily, "Okay, students, please take out the balance, the medicine bag, and the textbook 'Magic Potions and Potions'."
The classroom was filled with the sound of things being taken out.
Hoffa was a little disappointed. Was the class starting already?
"But …" Slughorn said, "Before this, I have prepared a few potions to open your eyes. First, I'll let you experience the magical power of Potioneering. "
Saying that, he pointed to a pot on Slytherin's table, which was sizzling and emitting white smoke, and asked, "Can anyone tell me what this potion is?"
It's here! Hoffa quivered and immediately raised his hand high.
Slughorn saw someone raise their hand and nodded happily.
"Very good, you tell me."
Hoffa stood up and said, "Cold Resistance Potion. The raw materials are daisy root and licorice juice, the ratio is one to nine, plus seal fat and rat spleen, mostly used in Northern Europe and Siberia."
"Very correct."
Slughorn said in a loud voice.
"What's your name?" (He really didn't remember Hoffa's name.)
"Hoffa Bach, sir."
"Bach, is it? Very good. Five points for Ravenclaw."
Slughorn nodded to Hoffa and let him sit down.
Hoffa was happy. It seemed that he had left a good first impression on Slughorn. After he finished the class, he might be able to stay and get an autograph.
Aglaia crossed her arms and snorted in disdain.
Tom Riddle, who was sitting at Slytherin's table, leaned back in his chair with interest.
Slughorn walked in front of another crucible that was emitting a gray solvent and asked, "Now, which student can tell me what this medicine is?"
Without a doubt, Hoffa's hand pointed to the sky again.
Slughorn showed a surprised expression. "Bach, very good. Tell me."
Hoffa stood up again and said, "Petrification Potion. It's made from the eggs of Stone Spiny Oriole, Fire Gray Snake, Rock Moss, and a Crypt Spider's eye. It's non-toxic, and its effect is to put people into a temporary petrification state for about 15 minutes. "
"Very accurate, very accurate! Hoffa. Five points for Ravenclaw. "
Slughorn exhaled a mouthful of smoke and showed an appreciative expression. He turned to the students and said, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and write it down."
There was the sound of people taking out parchment paper. Even Tom Riddle picked up a quill.
Only one person remained motionless.
It was Aglaia. She leaned back in her chair, rubbed her chin, and looked at Hoffa with suspicion.
She began to suspect Hoffa's purpose.
Hoffa noticed Aglaia's ghostly gaze, but he didn't care. All his attention was on Slughorn. As long as he could get a good impression and an autograph, he could get the transfiguration book from the Forbidden Books section.
After the student finished taking notes, Slughorn turned to a light purple crucible.
"Do you have it?"
Before he finished, a hand pointed to the sky.
But this time, it wasn't Hoffa.
It was Aglaia.
Hoffa didn't expect someone to come out of nowhere. Slughorn didn't expect it either.
He bit his pipe and was stunned.
"Miss Dracaia, do you have a problem?"
Aglaia stood up.
She pointed to the light purple crucible and said, "Fear Potion. Drinking it will cause hallucinations. If there is enough of it, it will cause mental trauma. It's an old technique that has been around for over a hundred years." (She shook her head in disdain.) "The ingredients are crow feathers, antlers, and a bit of dark elf blood. It's reasonable to say that this potion is scarlet red, but to make it look more deceptive, you added a Purple Mountain Flower. " (She smacked her lips.) — -Clumsy method, but it's enough to deceive some people.
She glanced at Hoffa. "I'm afraid that some people with shallow knowledge will think it's a recovery potion and drink it without hesitation."
Hoffa took a deep breath and bit his lower lip. He sat in his chair and didn't say anything.
Slughorn's eyes were full of surprise. But it wasn't over yet.
Aglaia pointed to another crucible that shone with a green light.
"Fluorescent Potion. It's made from the sap of Dryads, shimmering mushrooms, and the skin of ghosts. It can make your whole body shine in the night. Ancient wizards accidentally discovered it when some animals were courting. But in my opinion, if you add a bit of chameleon scales to the potion, the fluorescent effect will become richer and last longer … "
(A minute later, she was the only one left in the basement acting cool. Hoffa's face was ashen. Slughorn's eyes were full of amazement.)
Aglaia: "… This one is a Body Lightening Potion. It makes your body as light as a feather. The materials you used are eagle feathers, flying mushrooms, and the wings of Yue'e. But in my opinion, this method is too old-fashioned. You only need a drop of purified siren blood to achieve the same effect … "
(A minute later.)
Aglaia: "… Anti-Wolf Potion. When it's used against werewolves, if you add a bit of Wailing Knell, it can achieve the same effect against the dirty humans. It's a pity that you didn't do that."
(A minute later, Slughorn was sweating profusely.)
"… Of course, I'm not saying that all the potions in this basement are useless. For example, I think that the sleeping potion you made is very unique. Not only can it make a depressed wizard fall asleep, but it can also make the patient feel like they're falling asleep naturally."
Aglaia pointed to a pot of colorless and transparent liquid in front of her and praised it. These few words made Slughorn look relieved.
But then the girl said:
"But because the Sleeping Potion is irresistible, this potion is controlled by the Ministry of Magic. It shouldn't appear in the classroom of lower grade students. I think you probably want to use it as a bonus, but if there are people who lack self-control … "
Slughorn began to sweat again.
After an unknown number of minutes, the silver-haired girl in the middle of the classroom finally finished her long speech. She crossed her arms and looked around the classroom. When she saw Hoffa, she smiled sarcastically.
Finally, Slughorn took out a handkerchief with trembling hands and wiped the sweat on his forehead.
He said in a hoarse voice: "You … You and, you and the president of the European Potion Master Association, Igor Moises …"
Aglaia said sarcastically: "He's my useless great-grandfather."
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Huo Fa collapsed on the chair, raised his head and exhaled. His face was ashen.
"Sure enough," Slughorn clapped his hands, "Extraordinary talent, extraordinary talent, you're a natural potion genius! Add 50 points to Ravenclaw! "
At this moment, he looked at Aglaia as if he was looking at a peerless jade.
As for who Hoffa was, he had already forgotten.
The whole class followed behind Slughorn and applauded. Hoffa didn't, he even closed his eyes. He was afraid that he couldn't suppress the anger in his eyes.
After class, Slughorn cheerfully shouted to Aglaia.
"Oh right, Miss Dracaia, I have a small banquet with a few senior students on the third of next month. Do you have time to come?"
Aglaia frowned and hesitated for a second.
Then she saw the gloomy face of Hoffa and suddenly showed a look of understanding. She happily nodded to Slughorn and smiled sweetly.
"It's my pleasure, sir."
Hoffa strode out the door. At this moment, he was so angry that he wanted to die.
Everything was f * cked up!
Everything was f * cked up!
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