Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After the transformation class teacher cut Hoffa's hair, there was a low laugh. Although the laughter was not malicious, he shut up and sat down solemnly.

The moment Professor Bohan took the shot, he clearly felt the changes in the internal structure of magic power, just like the skills of those ancient wizards, but he didn't know how the other party did it.

After a class, all the students walked out of the classroom happily.

"This teacher is amazing."

Roommate William said with a little star in his eyes.

"Yes."

Antonio agreed: "I turned the magic into a horse, did you see it? Ghost horse!"

"Horse? Did you see a Muggle tank that I conjured?"

"My God, I never found Transformation so interesting!"

"It seems that magical deformation is much simpler than human deformation!"

"Yes, we will all become Hoffa if this continues."

"Hahahaha."

......

......

The classmates were eagerly talking about the transformation class just now, and the air was full of joyful atmosphere.

Hoffa seemed a little uninterested. Without the wand, he couldn't even release the most basic magical power from outside the body. Casting spells without a wand was several times more difficult than he thought.

He held the textbook and walked by his classmate absent-mindedly. When they reached the third conservatory of the herbal medicine class at the hunting ground, Miranda chased him up: "Hoffa, you haven't bought a magic wand yet."

"I can't use other wands." Hoffa was a little depressed. "By the way, can't you cast spells without a wand?"

"It is okay for the time being."

"What is it, can you teach me?" Hoffa's expression was lifted.

Miranda sighed: "You want more, Hoffa. Wandless spellcasting is not a special skill. After you finish learning, you can get out of the wand."

"Then how to do it, I heard that ancient wizards didn't use magic wands."

"Yes, but do you know how strict the selection of ancient wizards is? The role of the magic wand is to give those mediocre wizards the opportunity to shine."

"Don't say that some of these are not good, you can tell me how to learn without a wand."

"Things are not as simple as you think. Casting without a wand is a time to live. Every spell and every magic operation can be cast without the wand. For example, the fluorescent spell."

Miranda lifted her finger: "Fluorescence flickers."

Her fingertips suddenly lit up with silver light.

Hoffa's eyes lit up: "How did you do it?"

"First of all you have to be quiet and patient, and secondly, when you learn to cast the Fluorescent Charm without using a magic wand, you have only learned the Fluorescent Charm. Do you understand what I mean?"

Hoffa was taken aback for a moment: "You mean, I have to learn each spell separately?"

"It doesn't have to be so absolute, but there are two systems for casting with a wand and casting without a wand. A wand has wood and a core, and if you don’t have a wand to cast a spell, all you have is yourself. You have a high control over magic power. It's an incredible level. This kind of ability requires a lot of time to practice."

"But you..."

"I only have about ten spells that can be cast without a magic wand. These ten are all over-familiar spells that I use." Miranda told the truth: "It took me three or four years to learn only a few spells without relying on it. Magic wand."

Hoffa fell silent. Miranda's words are undoubtedly another pot of cold water poured on his head.

Three or four years... After three or four years, I don't know where I am.

Entering the third greenhouse, the two ended their conversation. Today they are going to take care of fighting grass, a very aggressive and aggressive plant.

After he finished the herbal medicine class, he immediately went to the potions class again, which was taught in a large underground classroom. There are more than forty crucibles standing between the wooden tables, and a table full of ingredients.

Slughorn was holding his pipe in his mouth, patrolling back and forth in a cloud of smoke, shouting loudly while patrolling.

"It's a little quicker, and I take out intermediate potions! We have a lot of things to learn, a lot, a lot! This year the Ministry of Magic set up an evaluation site in Hogsmeade.

If you perform well, I can recommend you a good position in the Ministry of Magic, and give you a bright future, provided that you must complete the task...understand? The task must be completed..."

He said tirelessly, and the students below were like a mole digging a hole, shuttled back and forth. Holding the potion material in his hand.

The potions class lasted for five hours, which was terrifying.

This year the school can't wait to stuff all the knowledge into the students' heads like forcibly initiating, without giving them the slightest chance to take a break.

They are like a train with enough coal, running desperately forward, vowing to never stop until the goal is reached.

After a few days of classes, Hoffa almost collapsed. He didn't even have time to go to the library to find some extracurricular books about stick-free spells, as did other students.

When get out of class ended at noon on Thursday, Miranda was spitting bitterness in the hallway: "There are five hours of potions and three hours of herbs a day. Is Hogwarts going to become the European Potions headquarters?"

"The school is also for your good. I was bombed to death without learning a lot." Hoffa comforted his friend.

Miranda rolled her eyes: "Come on, this year's potions and herbal medicine disciplines are purely physical labor. Does this mean that we are used as slaves?"

Hoffa shut up, in fact he also had this resentment in his heart, but he didn't say it. He felt that Hogwarts had recently changed from a magic school to Foxconn...

This kind of magic school is not good at all.

The two are walking toward the hall, planning to have lunch. At this time, there was a noisy sound in front of them, and they met a group of students around the sign. They looked at the magic writing on the wall, and their faces were full of excitement.

"What's that?" Miranda was curious.

The school has issued a notice?

Hoffa stood on tiptoe and glanced outside, only to see an uncontrolled fluorescent powder brush writing on a blackboard.

[The selection of students for the magical biology course will start on Friday afternoon. All third-grade students must participate. The selected students will undergo special training for six months in the Heshed Islands. Any other courses will be exempted during the training. 】

Special training selection, choose to exempt any other courses?

When Hoffa saw this news, he was immediately moved. If he wanted to learn how to cast spells without a stick, he needed a lot of time after class for his own practice and practice. But now there is no time.

If you can be selected to participate in this magical creature training, I must be free from the mechanical training arranged by the school.

At this time, Miranda also squeezed into the crowd and read the notice.

After reading, she suddenly stabbed Hoffa in the shoulder.

"Eh, you said that the teacher of the magical biology class is Aglaia's father?"

"should be."

"Then if we ask Aglaia, can his father open a back door for us."

Miranda happily said: "It's quite tempting not to go to class for half a year..."

Hoffa looked at her in disbelief: "Why are you so skilled?"

While talking, Aglaia floated past the two without squinting. Next to her stood the blond prefect Sherlock inseparably.

In the past few days, Aglaia didn't say much to Hoffa, his attitude became lukewarm, he didn't deliberately ignore it, and he didn't ignore it. She spends most of her time with her cousin.

He seems to be labeled as a passerby.

The two under the notice board watched each other pass by, and then glanced at each other.

Miranda asked in a low voice, "Did you do anything bad to her during the summer vacation?"

Hoffa rolled his eyes. "That kind of person do you think I am?"

"That's right." Miranda stroked her chin: "You are really fine."

"Go to hell."

"Do you want to apologize?"

"Apologize for what? I really didn't say anything." Hoffa defended.

"Are you annoying her?"

"How can I?" Hoffa denied immediately.

"Then why are you looking arrogant and indifferent."

"Me? Haughty and indifferent? Are you really talking about me?"

Miranda spread her hands. "You haven't spoken for a week."

"One slap won't make a sound." Hoffa said dryly.

"Whoever says it won't work, just slap in the face."

Huo Faqi stagnated: "You go away."

Miranda: "Um... I found you are good at cold violence... occasionally."

"My God." Hoffa groaned, "What are you talking about?"

"Go," Miranda pushed Hoffa a bit, "I want to rely on her to get to the back door."

"Okay........" Looking at that silver hair fluttering back, Hoffa gritted his teeth and gave Miranda the book in his hand. "Wait for me."

Afterwards, he quickly walked around in front of Aglaia and Sherlock. Open your arms.

The two of them were talking and laughing, but their expressions immediately changed when they saw him coming over.

Aglaia crossed Hoffa's shoulders, her eyes became dazed and indifferent, while Sherlock shook her long blond hair and asked with interest: "Yo, hero, what can I do with us?"

This sounded particularly harsh, and Hoffa frowned. But somehow he suppressed his displeasure and said to Aglaia: "We need to talk."

"What are you talking about?" Aglaia's eyes changed from Hoffa's left shoulder to his right shoulder.

Hoffa's gaze turned to Sherlock's body, which meant it was obvious, hoping she could give herself and Aglaia space alone.

But Sherlock completely ignored Hoffa’s demands, and she grabbed Agleia’s arm: "Okay, okay, don’t you still have Quidditch training? Don’t be late, Captain Federster is very strict. What about..."

She took her cousin and passed Hoffa, seeming to avoid some plague.

"Damn it!" Hoffa rubbed his temples, turned and followed up and asked in a low voice, "Did you just leave?"

"What do you want?" Aglaia turned, her eyes still looking at Hoffa's shoulder.

Hoffa took a deep breath, sternly, "I was wrong."

Aglaia was taken aback, she pulled Sherlock's arm away, her eyes drifting from Hoffa's shoulder to his. Her lips opened and closed, as if she wanted to say something.

But at this time, Sherlock's voice sounded coldly behind her: "Aglaia, have you forgotten Mrs. Delraces' warning?"

She was agitated, licked her lips, looked at Hoffa and grinned reluctantly: "What did you say. You did nothing wrong, why do you want to apologize to me?"

After speaking, she crossed Hoffa, hurriedly followed her cousin, and disappeared into the crowd.

Hoffa stood there, his eyes widened.

After a while, Miranda ran over, "Is it successful? Is it successful?"

Hoffa shook his head: "It looks like you can't get through the back door."