If he wanted to be chosen by the teacher of magical biology and be freed from the heavy mechanical homework, he had to cross the fifty-kilometer black lake, which was almost impossible for ordinary muggles.
Hoffa took a swimsuit and walked into the changing room, constantly thinking of a way to cross the lake.
The wooden changing room was very simple, and it was obvious that it had been built temporarily. However, dozens of house elves shuttled back and forth in the changing room, folding Zizi the clothes that the students had changed out of and putting them in different categories.
The swimming clothes prepared by the school seemed very ordinary and old-fashioned, and at first glance, they were shorts without a shirt. It felt like the skin of some kind of aquatic animal, and on the side of the pants, there was a rune in the shape of a river, but he didn't know what it meant.
When Hoffa finished changing into the swimsuit and the boys and girls came out of the changing rooms, the scene seemed to have turned into a large pool party.
The girls' clothes were very ordinary, and they were all in tight-fitting swimsuits. They weren't as exaggeratedly sexy as in the future. However, the joy of this first experience still made the students point excitedly.
The boys gathered together to discuss the girls' figures, and the girls gathered together to discuss the boys. Some were bold and unrestrained, and some pretended to be casual. But everyone's eyes were drifting everywhere.
At this point, Aglaia, who had an outstanding appearance, wasn't very popular. Because after putting on the swimsuit, the score for her figure began to rise sharply. Although she was a bud, she was still only a thirteen-year-old bud, and with the tightness of the swimsuit, there wasn't much that stood out at first glance.
Instead, the head of the class named Sherlock next to her became the topic of discussion among the boys. Her figure was indeed hot enough. Big breasts and a thin waist, even a fifteen-year-old's eyes would look a little exaggerated.
Hoffa looked at her a few more times, and she immediately glanced at Hoffa with her hands on her hips, her eyes pausing on his face for a tenth of a second.
Hoffa turned his head, thinking that although her figure wasn't bad, it was far from Ossivia's.
At this moment, he felt a chill on his waist. He turned his head and saw Miranda poking his waist with a grin.
"What are you doing?"
Hoffa jumped to the side and slapped away her mischievous hand.
"I can't tell usually, but your figure is quite good." Miranda said with a look of admiration.
Hoffa thought for a long time and said dryly, "Ha, you're really slow."
Miranda looked around and whispered into Hoffa's ear, "Let me tell you a secret. Those girls are betting that whoever touches your abs first will get money."
Hoffa was shocked. He looked past Miranda and saw a group of fourth and fifth grade girls chattering excitedly by the tree. He didn't know which school they were from. Sensing Hoffa's gaze, they even stomped their feet in excitement.
"What?"
He said unhappily, "Do you think I'm a statue in a park? Feel free to pay for it … "
"200 Garen," said Miranda.
Hoffa's body shook. 200 Garen. He had never seen so much money in his entire life. Were these girls that rich?
He swallowed his saliva and said hoarsely, "Give me half?"
"I thought you would be more reserved." Miranda couldn't help but laugh.
"Being touched won't cost me anything." Hoffa said seriously.
"You can even earn money. Tsk tsk, I'm so jealous. The feeling of being worshipped. "
Miranda joked as her slender hand slowly moved towards Hoffa's lower abdomen.
But at this moment, Hoffa suddenly felt a prickling sensation on his back. It was as if someone was poking his neck with a red hot poker. Miranda was also shocked and retracted her hand.
There was a murderous aura!
He turned his head and saw nothing. He saw Aglaia in the distance with her arms crossed and staring at the clouds in the sky.
The two of them looked at each other. Miranda stuck out her tongue, "Looks like we can't earn money."
At this moment, there was a splash not far away.
Someone jumped into the water.
There were a few tall Gryffindor who were unusually brave. They showed off their muscles exaggeratedly in front of the girls and then jumped into the lake like dumplings.
But after swimming for less than a kilometer, they were tired. This was not an ordinary swimming pool. After swimming for another kilometer, they turned around and tried to swim back.
After swimming for a while, their legs started to cramp. They struggled violently in the water and called for help. The students on the shore who were watching and pondering were stunned.
At this moment, a giant tentacle emerged from the water and wrapped around the drowning Gryffindor and threw them back to the grass.
The group of more rational students stood on the shore and looked at the few drenched Gryffindor seventh year students. They felt sorry for them. After the excitement, they realized the problem.
After all, this was not a real pool party. Reaching the other side of the lake and completing Dracath's class was the most important thing.
Standing on the shore, Hoffa looked at the surface of the lake and the Scottish mountains in the distance. He realized that his teacher had given him a difficult problem.
He didn't know how to swim. He was a landlubber.
He had to swim fifty kilometers.
Even a world champion swimmer would die of exhaustion in there, which meant that magic had to be used. However, there weren't many spells that could help one float on water, and Huo Fa didn't know any of them. When he fell into the water last year, he didn't have to swim on his own.
"Have you made up your mind?" asked Miranda.
"Almost."
Hoffa nodded. In fact, he had a few alternatives in mind.
The first was the Gill Grass, which Harry would eat in the Top Three. It could give him the ability to swim. The second option was to transform. Although his Animagus wasn't a fish, he could transform his body into a streamlined shape. It would increase his swimming speed.
Miranda said, "Since you have an idea, I'll be off. Speaking of which, I don't really like swimming. "
With that, she snapped her fingers with her back to Hoffa.
A large transparent spherical barrier covered her entire body. She controlled the barrier and jumped into the lake. Then, she sank straight down.
At the bottom of the lake, she walked casually to the other side of the lake. She was walking, but it was actually like walking in space. She was extremely fast, covering ten meters in one step.
The spectating students whispered, "Is that a Bubble Spell?"
"It should be."
"Why does the Bubble Spell sink?"
"Maybe he used some other spells."
"Should we try it too?"
The Bubble Spell wasn't a very difficult spell. A group of students began to imitate Miranda's method. However, after they jumped into the water wrapped in bubbles, they couldn't even control the direction. They could only wave their limbs and go with the flow, bumping into each other, not to mention walking casually.
Hoffa thought to himself that when it came to spells and magic control, he really wasn't as good as his friend. A simple spell could have completely different effects when cast by different people.
.....
.....
On the other side, Captain Sherlock, who had a rather hot body, attracted a lot of attention.
She casually took a step forward and naturally fell back into the lake. When she fell in midair, she turned into a puddle of clear liquid. The moment she hit the surface of the lake, she disappeared without a trace.
The surrounding people immediately exclaimed, "That's amazing. What spell was that?"
"I don't know. I didn't see her chanting."
"Element Assimilation Spell, quite advanced magic."
Some senior students saw it and clicked their tongues in admiration.
Seeing that they couldn't swim to the other side by brute force, the Hogwarts students began to use their magic. Some people stuck their hands into the lake and summoned schools of fish. With the help of the schools of fish, they swam to the other side. There were also senior students who walked directly to the black lake. The water under their feet was frozen blue.
After most of the students left, there were only a few people left on the grass. Aglaia hadn't left yet. Hoffa looked at her, wanting to talk to her.
But she didn't say a word and sat cross-legged on the lake shore. She directly separated an illusion from her body and rushed to the other side of the lake.
The illusion had no physical body and no weight. It was like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, it rushed a few kilometers on the lake surface.
Hoffa looked at her curiously. He wanted to know why she sent an illusion over.
Because the illusion was just an illusion. Her real body was still sitting on the lake shore.
But what happened next stunned Huo Fa. She stood up, took a step forward, and disappeared on the spot.
The illusion that ran a few kilometers appeared in the same place. Then, the illusion flopped and dissipated into smoke.
She and his illusion reversed positions.
What advanced spatial magic. Hoffa was secretly shocked. It was hard to imagine that this little girl had become so much stronger in just a month.
Seeing the students disappear one by one, Hoffa stopped watching. He walked in the opposite direction and headed to the school's castle.
He wanted to find Professor Slughorn of the Magic Potions class to borrow some Cheek Pouch Grass to make up for his weakness of not knowing how to swim. He didn't have any qualms about this. Slughorn took care of him for a month at the end of his second year. The two of them had a good relationship.
Because the Magical Biology class was full participation, Hoffa didn't meet any students when he walked in the castle in his swimming trunks. But when he walked to the corridor on the third floor, the oil paintings on the wall woke up. They saw a half-naked man walking by. Some of the people in the oil paintings shyly covered their eyes, while others began to criticize him.
"Hey!"
"What year are you?"
"So ugly!"
"Immoral!"
"Why don't you just take off your pants?"
"What kind of style is that? It's so tight!"
"Are the trends now so disgusting?"
Hoffa covered his ears and pretended not to hear anything. But at this moment, a few spirits floated over from the other end of the corridor. There were men and women. They wore long pleated dresses, like a group of young women going to a tea party in the Middle Ages. But the spirits' attitude was much more open than the oil paintings.
The silver-white spirits floated past Hoffa, covering their mouths and snickering.
"Hey! Where are your clothes? "
"Is it Halloween today?"
"It's good to be young."
"When I was alive, my body was about the same as yours …"
There were also female spirits that kept passing through Hoffa's body. They didn't disperse for a long time, as if they wanted to touch him. Their actions were somewhat erotic. Although they couldn't really touch Hoffa, it caused the heat in his body to quickly drain away.
In the end, Hoffa couldn't help but ask angrily:
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen Hogwarts in a swimsuit?"
"No, I haven't," a ghost said honestly. "I wish I could give it a try."
"F * ck!!"
.....
When he walked to the Magic Potions class office on the third floor, the surrounding spirits finally dispersed.
He knocked on the door.
When the door opened, a half-bald head popped out. The fat Slughorn was smoking a cigarette. When he saw the half-naked student standing in front of him, he almost swallowed the cigarette into his lungs. He shouted angrily:
"Hey! What's up with you? "
"Professor, it's me."
Hoffa waved his hand and swatted the cigarette away.
"You …!" When Slughorn saw who it was, his eyes widened and his expression softened. "Hoffa, why are you dressed like this? Did you offend a girl you shouldn't have? "
"What are you thinking, Professor?"
Hoffa was speechless. He opened his hands and said, "Can you lend me some Cheeks Sac Grass? I need it for my Magical Biology class."
"Why do you need Cheeks Sac Grass for your Magical Biology class?"
"To swim, Professor."
"Fatir Dracath's class?"
"That's right."
"He wants you to swim?"
"That's right."
"No wonder. I should've thought of that. That old lunatic."
Slughorn slapped his forehead. "What a lunatic … Who would invite him to class? Does he want to turn all the Hogwarts into devils?"
After complaining to himself, Slughorn came back to his senses and pressed on Hoffa's shoulder. "Quick, quick, come in. Don't catch a cold. Kid … I'll get it for you."
He enthusiastically dragged Hoffa into his office. Slughorn's office was as warm and luxurious as usual. There was a fire burning in the fireplace, and it did not have the cold style of the Snake Courtyard at all.
Slughorn said, "You're really something … You're really something. You actually thought of using Cheeks Sac Grass. Looks like you've put a lot of effort into your magic potions. You must've gotten the idea from one of my classes, right … Ah, that must be it … "
Slughorn opened the storage room and started rummaging through the cabinets. At this time, Hoffa saw a blurry figure lying on the sofa. When he got closer, he saw that it was Tom Riddle.
He was slumped on the sofa, unconscious and sound asleep.
With his back to Hoffa, Slughorn said in a loud voice, "I just picked him up from the school's infirmary. This poor kid's mental state has not been very stable recently, and he's very sleepy. He can't go to the Magical Biology class like you. "
"Ugh …" Hoffa replied absent-mindedly. His attention was still on Tom Riddle, who was half lying on the sofa.
However, Tom Riddle was currently in a coma after being treated. His eyes were tightly shut, and he did not make a sound.
Huo Fa walked to his side and stood still. He could hear some faint whispers, but they were not real at all. The voice came from Liddell's body, and it sounded like two people whispering. He wanted to squat down to confirm if it was his imagination.
Footsteps came from behind him.
Hoffa straightened up and turned to look at Slughorn. The chubby Potions teacher handed over a bottle. He took a look. It was not an algae-like plant like in the original work, but a small bottle of green medicine.
"This … doesn't look like Cheeks Grass." Hoffa asked.
"I'm the Potions teacher. If you want Cheeks Grass, you should ask the Herbal Medicine teacher!"
Slughorn stuck out his belly and pointed at Hoffa with his stubby finger. "This is the Mermaid Medicine, child. It's ten years old. It's very, very effective. Be careful with the dosage. It's much more effective than Cheeks Grass. "
Oh, Hoffa thought. No matter what it is, as long as it can make me swim, it's good stuff.
He thanked Slughorn and turned to walk out.
But when he reached the door, Slughorn could not help but call out to him.
"Child …"
"What's wrong, Professor?" Hoffa turned around curiously.
"Did Fatir tell you a lot of things?" He gestured with his stubby finger. "About life and education?"
Hoffa nodded. "That's right."
Slughorn hesitated for a moment and walked to Hoffa's side. Hoffa smelled a strong scent of snuff.
"Listen, Bach. Although it's not nice to say this, but … "
After a pause, the chubby professor lowered his voice with a serious expression.
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