After the first magical biology class, the selected students would continue with the remaining classes taught by Dracath, growing together with the fire dragon in the Scottish mountains.
Huo Fa, on the other hand, returned to school alone. The students who failed to make the cut were all shocked to see him return. From what they knew, Huo Fa had already crossed the black lake. How could he still be eliminated?
However, his appearance made the students who failed to make it feel more relaxed.
"He didn't make it. What's there to be sad about?"
The students always said this.
To be honest, not being selected this time caused Hoffa a certain degree of trouble, but it was only at the level of ordinary trouble. It was not as if he had never been in a situation much worse than this.
Since it was a fact that he did not make it, he could only accept it. He had to squeeze out time from other places to learn how to cast spells without a staff.
September ended in a storm, and October arrived. The weather during this period was always the worst in Hogwarts. The sky was gray, and the sun could not be seen. The weather was half cold, and the continuous rain and the slugs crawling in the shadows of the castle were always depressing.
As the days passed, the school's workload increased day by day. The two most arduous classes were still herbs and magic potions.
As dozens of students were taken away by Fatir, the remaining students were under even more pressure. Hufflepuff's herb greenhouse was filled with people every day. Slytherin's underground magic potion classroom was also filled with smoke all day long.
A month later, in the magic potion class.
Slughorn was confused. "Please be quiet, be quiet! Hurry up, there are a lot of things to do this afternoon! The Ministry of Magic gave us thirty orders, and we haven't even completed a tenth of them!
Slytherin team, you are in charge of the anti-magic potion.
Ravenclaw team, you are in charge of the white sauce.
Hufflepuff team, you are in charge of the rapid hemostasis potion. "
Gryffindor, stop talking. Gryffindor, you are in charge of the antidote potion. You must complete the potion before class ends. Good luck, and don't forget to wear protective gloves! "
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? The students of each house left their chairs and walked towards the podium.
Hoffa was no exception. He was not selected to tame the dragon, so he had to do this kind of work. There was no other way. After collecting the materials, he returned to his roommate, William.
William said, "Hey, brother, do we have to do the best today? What the heck?
"Oh."
William said, "Brother, let me tell you something. Hufflepuff's fourth-year student, Yuri, is very interested in you."
Hoffa said dryly, "Is that so? That's great."
William said, "Cheer up, Hoffa. She's an S-class beauty, a campus belle. "
Hoffa said, "Ryan, pass it to me."
William took out a plant root from the cabinet and said, "Two days ago, she asked me about you."
Hoffa absent-mindedly cut Ryan's roots.
William whispered, "Listen, brother. That girl's circle is full of beauties. If we can fight our way in …"
Hoffa: "Do you still want to refine pills?"
William hurriedly raised his head to look at Slughorn's position. Then, he lowered his head. "It's okay. He didn't see it."
Hoffa …
Since he didn't have a wand, he couldn't perform the transformations and incantations. He sat next to his roommate, William, and worked with others to refine pills.
This gave William a sense of accomplishment. He always told everyone that he and Hoffa were an inseparable team. He was Hoffa's most capable friend.
Hoffa didn't agree. Excluding this year, he hadn't spoken more than twenty sentences with this roommate in the past two years.
A busy Potion class ended.
William said excitedly, "Hoffa, let's go to the fourth-year and take a look."
Hoffa: "Okay …"
While he was nodding, he saw Slughorn, who was tidying up his textbooks. Suddenly, an idea popped into Hoffa's mind.
Now that Miranda was gone, he didn't have a teacher to teach him how to cast spells without a wand. However, Slughorn knew a lot. He even knew about Soul Tools. Perhaps he could help him solve his current predicament.
Thus, he purposely lagged behind and slowly packed his bag.
William couldn't wait. Hoffa found an excuse to let him go first. After saying goodbye to the surrounding students, only Hoffa and Slughorn were left in the Potion class room.
???? "Hurry up, Hoffa. It's almost time for dinner." Slughorn said affectionately as he fastened the golden buckle of his Fire Dragon leather briefcase.
???? "Sir, I want to ask you something." Hoffa said.
???? "Then ask quickly, my dear child. Ask quickly …"
???? "I want to ask, do you know … How to cast spells without a wand?"
"How to cast spells without a wand?" Slughorn scratched his ear. "That's really a question. Why don't you buy a new wand?"
"I went to Ollivander's shop, but there was no other wand suitable for me."
"I see." Slughorn pondered for a moment. "To be honest, I don't know much about How to cast spells without a wand. This skill is too ancient and very profound. However, I suggest that you ask your Transfiguration teacher, Jacob Bohan. "
"Oh? Professor Bohan, does he know how to do it? "
"Have you seen him use a wand? Since he joined the class, I have never seen him use a wand. I think he must have some attainments in this area. "
Hoffa thought carefully. Indeed, since he started Transformation class, he had never seen Professor Bohan use a wand. The last time he cut his hair, he only used two fingers.
This reminded Huo Fa of something. After thanking Slughorn, he quickly rushed to the Transfiguration class office. Whether Jacob Bohan knew how to cast spells without a wand or not, he had to give it a try.
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The Transformation class office was on the third floor. This office was used by Dumbledore when he was a freshman. Standing at the door of this office, Hoffa was in a trance back to the summer vacation when he stood in front of the dean's office that day after he beat up his boss.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.
After waiting for a while, the door did not open.
Not in the office … Did he go to eat?
Hoffa looked at the stone window. At this moment, it was almost evening and the sky was dark. It was not strange to say that he went to eat, but except for banquets, the professor usually ate in his office. If he was eating now, he should still be in the office.
With this in mind, Hoffa planned to knock on the door again.
But just as he raised his arm, the door in front of him opened automatically, revealing the office under the setting sun.
He slowly walked into the office.
Under the warm yellow sunset, the room was full of antique cabinets and furniture. On the desk, a few quills automatically signed documents. The signed documents automatically floated to the corner of the table and stacked up Zizi.
There was a soft creaking sound.
Hoffa turned around and saw the cabinet next to him open automatically. His heart suddenly jumped. What's going on?
But nothing scary came out of the cabinet. A towel the size of Zizi flew out of the cabinet and floated in front of Hoffa, as if letting Hoffa hold it.
Hoffa opened his hands and the wide towel immediately fell into his palms. Then, a few folded clothes flew out of the cabinet and landed on the towel Hoffa was holding. Zizi Zizi.
This … Hoffa looked at the entire room.
The quills were writing, stamping, folding clothes automatically, sweeping the floor … Everything in the room was operating in an orderly manner, so harmonious.
Looking at this scene, Hoffa was stunned for a moment.
This was practically an art form …
Then, the folded clothes floated up and pointed in a direction. Following the cuffs of the clothes, Hoffa saw a tall cabinet.
[Is the clothes asking me to go to the cabinet?]
He walked to the cabinet full of exquisite ceramics. The cabinet rotated, like a kaleidoscope, and smoothly split open, revealing a dim corridor hidden behind.
A gust of heat and moisture hit his face, and the clothes raised the sleeve again, indicating Hoffa to go forward.
Out of great curiosity, Hoffa followed the guidance of the sleeve and stepped into the corridor. Finally, he pushed open a door in the deepest part of the corridor.
The sound of water being isolated rushed to his face, and between the rising heat, Hoffa was so shocked that his jaw almost fell to the ground.
It turned out to be a large bathroom. The luxurious chandelier with candles cast a warm light on the room. The floor was paved with snow-white marble. There were about a hundred golden taps by the bathroom, and some colorful abstract patterns hung on the wall.
And in the rising steam, the middle-aged man was his transformation class teacher. Jacob Bohan was soaking comfortably in the bathtub, lazily leaning on the head of the water-spitting lion, and most of his body was exposed.
Hoffa finally knew why he was holding a bath towel. It turned out that his transformation class professor was taking a bath at the moment!
Although he was a man, he was caught off guard and broke into another man's bathroom. This man was his own teacher. This feeling was undoubtedly like ten thousand grass mud horses running through his heart.
Jacob Bohan was quite calm. He raised his arm as if he had met a student while shopping on the street.
"Yo, Hoffa."
Hoffa almost subconsciously wanted to go out, "Professor, I'm sorry, I … I didn't know …"
"If you knew, you wouldn't have come." The other party smiled and said, "I forgot to bring a towel and clothes. If you didn't come, I wouldn't have been able to get out of this bath. I can't go to the room to get a towel while wet. It would be awkward if I met a colleague. "
What kind of reason is this?
Hoffa's muscles tightened. He felt that this scene was too strange.
Looking at the youth at the door who looked like he had seen a ghost, the man in the bathtub waved his hand, "Ha, I'm just kidding. Why are you looking for me?"
"Nothing."
Hoffa hurriedly waved his hand and put the bath towel on the stone table, "I … I'll come down later."
But as soon as he turned around, the wooden door behind him slammed shut. This sound made his hair stand on end.
"Wizards don't run away." He stood up from the water as he said this. He walked to the cabinet on the side, opened it, took out a few glasses, and began to pour wine.
Although he was middle-aged, every muscle on his body was sharp and angular, like an ancient Greek sculpture.
This scene made Hoffa's eyes burn. At the same time, he was flustered. He looked at his Magic Watch. Damn … I've been too busy during this time. I only stored 0.3X of magic power …
Jacob Bohan poured a glass of wine, casually grabbed it and threw in two ice cubes.
"What, what did you come to me for? Don't you know how to do your homework? "
After a while, Hoffa remembered his purpose. He took a deep breath and said, "I want to learn how to cast spells without a staff. Professor Slughorn told me to come find you."
"Oh, casting spells without a staff. Your goal isn't small. "
He walked to Hoffa's side and put a glass of wine on the stone table beside him. Then he stepped back and sat down beside the bathtub, "What do you think about casting spells without a staff?"
The strange atmosphere made Hoffa uncomfortable. It was impossible for him to drink that glass of wine, so he dryly said, "I don't have any opinions.
"I don't have any opinions. I only know that this is a skill that requires hard work."
"That's right." Bohan raised his head and drank a glass of wine, "Then since you're here, I'll ask, why didn't Professor Dracus accept you?"
"Eh." Hoffa didn't expect him to suddenly bring this up. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Because I can't meet his requirements."
"I see," Bohan smiled, "Don't be discouraged. There are almost no people who can meet his requirements. I can't do it either."
"What?" Hoffa couldn't believe it.
"You …?"
"He used to be my teacher," Jacob joked. Jacob Bohan jokingly said, "Don't be fooled by his youthful appearance. He's already in his fifties."
Hoffa felt that he had become numb under the bombardment of information. "Why is he so young? Is it because he's a half-elf?"
"Even a purebred elf won't be like this. He won't age. There must be other reasons. "
After a pause, Bohan said, "You've found the right person. I know a little about casting spells without a staff. However, you asked the teacher to give you special treatment. You have to do something."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hoffa had goosebumps all over his body. He looked up. Fortunately, there was a cloud of white mist around Jacob's waist, so he couldn't see anything.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked cautiously.
Jacob Bohan: "Compared to the current teaching model, I prefer the teaching model of ancient Greece. Do you know the teaching model of ancient Greece?
"I don't know."
The other party changed the topic so quickly that Hoffa felt that he couldn't keep up with his thoughts.
"Choice," Jacob Bohan said, "The teachers of ancient Greece paid great attention to choice.
They didn't teach their knowledge to anyone blindly. Because they knew that some people could accept their ideas, and many people couldn't. "
He raised his head and drank the wine in his glass, saying, "Socrates chose Plato, and Plato chose Aristotle.
They could always find a student who was better than them, and then pass on their ideas. "
Hoffa licked his lips and almost understood what the other party wanted to say.
Jacob Bohan looked solemn. "You want to learn casting spells without a staff, yes. I can make you my real student and teach you the techniques of casting spells without a staff, but I also need you to prove yourself and prove that you can be my disciple. "
Hoffa was relieved. "How do I prove myself?"
"Oh, it's very simple."
He got out of the water and stood beside Hoffa. He picked up the towel he had brought over and wiped the water droplets off his arms.
"I remember in Ravenclaw's admonition that fairness is a very important part. At Halloween, the students who went out to tame the dragons will return to school, and I expect that there will be some undercurrents and conflicts among the students.
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