Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Soon, it was Friday, the time for the first magical creature class.

This is the first formal magical creature class at Hoffalai School, of course, if it is not formal. In fact, he learned a lot about magical animals in the first grade.

Poisonous Leopard, Curly Winged Demon, Thunderbird, Horseman, etc.

However, since the death of the forest-prohibited horses and the school explosion, Hoffa can hardly imagine any magical creatures in Hogwarts.

He was a little curious about the content of this class. It's even more curious what kind of person Agleia's father is, even the school banquet is a pigeon.

The venue for the magical biology class was placed at the junction of the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake. It had rained this morning, and the sky was a refreshing light gray, and the grass under my feet was wet, making it flexible to step on.

When Hoffa came here with textbooks, there were already many, many students waiting here. They were standing on the grass in red, blue, green, and yellow robes of the four courtyard wizards. There were so many that Hoffa almost thought that Quidditch was playing here.

It seems that whether it is a senior or a junior student, everyone hopes to be selected to participate in the special training of the magical biology class, so as to be free from the extremely heavy academic work at Hogwarts this year.

However, as the first magical creature class, Hoffa did not see any magical creatures here. I only saw a few tables arranged horizontally and vertically. On the tables were some neatly folded gray clothes.

On closer inspection, these clothes are actually swimsuits.

What is this, Hoffa does not quite understand. Why do you need to prepare swimsuits for the magical creature class instead of magical creatures?

As the students present were discussing,

There was a violent wave of magic power from the center of the crowd.

The crowd quickly dispersed.

A cloud of gray mist dissipated, and a young man with a cigarette in his mouth walked out of the mist.

He was wearing a black wizard leather coat, a few silver scimitars tied around his waist, and his silver hair tied into a ponytail. Looks very capable. It was his eyes that contrasted sharply with his capable appearance. He drooped his eyelids and looked like he had just woken up, and combined with his thin, slightly humped body like a bamboo pole, he looked utterly listless.

"Hiss." He spit out a smoke ring and asked, "Are everyone here?"

Seeing the young man walking out of nothingness with a cigarette in his mouth, Hoffa narrowed his eyes for a moment. He looked at his silver hair. Looking at Aglaia standing next to Sherlock Bohan among the crowd, a sense of extreme confusion and absurdity appeared in his mind.

Could it be that this boy who looks not two years older than himself? Actually, Aglaia's...father?

Is it really her father?

really.

You know, Aglaia's mother has crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but he still looks about the same size as himself.

Who can stand this!

Could this have something to do with the elven blood in his body? The elves in the fairy tale seem to live a long life...

He turned his head mechanically and stared at Aglaia's face, hoping to see some clues. But there was no expression on her face, almost numb, just clenched fists.

Not only Hoffa was surprised. The other students were equally surprised. But Hoffa guessed that he was Aglaia's father, but the other students were surprised because of his attitude.

Fatiel De La Cess just said what he said.

A tall Gryffindor student stood up with arms akimbo: "Hey, who are you?"

"My name is Fatiel Saloyan Derases. You call me Fatiel." The thin man hunched his back and said stubbornly.

"Fatier?"

The surrounding students exclaimed in disbelief.

"You are the teacher of the magical biology class?"

"Hey, how old are you?" a girl exclaimed on the spot.

"This is my privacy, miss." He breathed out a cigarette and said.

"Thin and young..."

The tall Gryffindor held his arms and looked up and down Fattier: "What a joke, it's a curse to deceive people!"

Fatir pointed to the silver staff sign on his chest, without explaining too much.

The signs could not be faked, and students began to whisper.

"This guy is really a teacher..."

"Is the principal really crazy?"

"Or is he actually a relative of the principal?"

"Nor can relatives, do he think Hogwarts is his home?"

......

While they were talking, several Gryffindors in red robes gathered around.

"Hey, teacher, do you want to prove yourself first?"

Hoffa squinted his eyes and stood beside him without a word. He could understand the grievances of those Gryffindors. This Fatir looked only about the fifth grade, younger than the average person present. This How can students in the sixth and seventh grades be convinced.

He was also very curious about how this seemingly young professor would shock these rebellious senior Gryffindor students.

But Fatir didn't make any extra moves. He just smoked a cigarette on the spot decadently, and calmly said: "Fall in love, don't get off."

As soon as these words came out, several Gryffindors took a breath and raised their arms with wide-eyed eyes. The fierce movement was directly ignored by Professor Drazes.

He exhaled a smoke ring, looked around, and asked weakly, "What are you holding in your hands, are you bricks?"

"Textbook." Someone answered.

"Oh, I thought you were going to build walls with this stuff." Drasses sneered slightly.

The students glanced at the textbooks in their hands, showing inexplicable expressions. Hoffa immediately found common ground between this guy and Aglaia. It turns out that it can be inherited to be mean to speak...but this guy didn't look at his daughter from beginning to end.

Is Aglaia really her own?

He threw the cigarette **** on the ground and trampled it out, and lit another one, which looked no different from a street gangster:

"Before I came, Principal Dippet told me that this year Hogwarts will cultivate elites at all costs. Do you want to become elites?"

"Think..." the student replied without confidence, not knowing what medicine the young teacher was selling.

"Then throw away the textbooks in your hands." He said lazily.

"Why?" Someone immediately began to object without irritation.

De La Cess: "Because it's useless."

The corners of the crowd's mouth twitched, and some people sneered. They were very upset with the young professor. "The textbook teaches us how to become an elite without knowledge of magic."

"Oh, it's very simple." Fattier De Laces spit out a smoke ring, "Let's play."

The students couldn't help it, and the crowd began to snicker, and then the snicker turned into a haha. The thin young man stood in the crowd and smoked himself, without any intention to stop them.

Hoffa couldn't help but glance at Aglaia, only to see her face turned red and white, her eyes full of incomprehension and strangeness.

At this time, the roar of laughter of the students ended, and a Slytherin student stood up and sarcastically said: "Professor Drasses, we are not here to play at Hogwarts."

"Then what are you going to do?" Fatir looked at the boy with blind eyes.

"Learn magic knowledge, become a strong one, and survive this troubled world." The boy said swearingly.

"That's what you think."

"Yes."

"What about you?" Delaware asked, changing from person to person.

"Of course, I'm not here to play." The boy said the same.

De La Cess asked about Hoffa again, "Do you think so too?"

Hoffa thought carefully. He was full of this idea when he was in the first grade. Although after two years of baptism, this idea has faded a little bit, but there is no doubt that he definitely hopes that he can be stronger.

"I have the same idea as them," Hoffa said affirmatively.

De La Cess: "So, what do you all think? Study hard and then become stronger, right?"

"Yes." The students answered in unison.

Fatir De Laces nodded in satisfaction, and said: "I really saw it wrong, everyone here is a motivated stupid talent."

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Hey, who are you scolding?"

"The professor can't talk like that!"

"Is there a professor like you?"

"What inexplicable madman, where did it come from?"

......

Some even raised their arms and spit on the ground disdainfully. Hoffa felt that if it were not for the sign on his chest, some violent senior students would really go up and beat him.

But Professor De Laces is still not angry. It seems that the anger of those students is just air to him. He lightly said: "Study and become stronger, you think so, the Germans think so, and the Japanese think so. , The Italians also think so, not only do they think so, but they have already implemented it.

In the world, as long as a reasonable person will do this, since everyone does this, everyone is working hard in this direction. So why can you be an elite, but others can't? "

As soon as he finished speaking, a boy immediately stood up and retorted:

"We can rely on our hard work to defeat others. Life is a cruel competition, that is, thousands of troops and horses cross the single-plank bridge."

Fatir nodded: "Yes, but you squeezed through the log bridge, you are still a soldier, or a horse."

"but......"

"but......"

Fatir's eyes raised slightly and interrupted the students: "When you squeeze across the log bridge, you will find another log bridge in front of the log bridge. You will squeeze forward, and there is another log bridge in front of the log bridge. The single log bridge is connected to the single log bridge, you Squeezed across the single-plank bridge with bruises, and squeezed forward again, again and again, again and again. You will fall down once and there will always be one.

If you are lucky enough to reach the end of the single-plank bridge, do you know what you will find? You will find a chaos in front of you. There is no more bridge.

You will be afraid, you will be afraid, because the only ability you have learned is to cross a single-plank bridge, and it does not include facing chaos and facing the unknown. You may even doubt your life, why you were born in this world. "

The audience was silent, and after speaking a string of words, this Professor De Laces seemed to have exhausted a lot of energy and looked very tired. He took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

"Follow the rules." Fatir took a cigarette and said decadently. "You did this only because someone told you to do it.

And you are willing to believe, because everyone wants to use rules to understand the world and restrain the world. That way you will have a false sense of security.

But the world is changeable, and there are no rules in the world. The rules that apply today will be invalidated tomorrow. The single-plank bridge built today may decay, break, and collapse tomorrow. "

"can......"

"but......"

The student wanted to refute, but didn't know where to start.

De La Cess regained a bit of spirit, he said: "The world has never lacked the life of hard work. But when the blood of the wizard flows in your body, you are destined to be different from those ordinary people. This is the gift of destiny, and it is also heavy. Responsibility.

I will not teach you to squeeze a single-plank bridge numbly, I will teach you to build a single-plank bridge in chaos for others to walk on. Now, those who accept my point of view, throw away your book. No, I don’t insist, everyone can choose their own path. "

There was a moment of silence...

The Slytherin students took the lead, and they abandoned the books in their hands. This action triggered a series of chain reactions.

Hoffa felt that the worldview was a little loose, but out of curiosity, he also put the book on the ground.

In the sound of threw books, nearly half of the students quietly retreated. But Fatir didn't look at anyone, he just looked at the sky and smoked.

It was not until the remaining students had thrown away the books that he lowered his head and said calmly: "I am glad that so many students remain. In short, my course is to play. But insist on playing to the end. It takes courage and perseverance to influence any secular vision.

Therefore, in order to screen out the students who are suitable for my course, I have prepared a set of elimination mechanism.

In the Scottish mountains more than fifty kilometers away from the Black Lake, there is an abandoned hunting ground built by an ancient wizard. I don't care what method you use, only those who can swim to the other side as quickly as possible are qualified to take my courses. "

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the opposite side of the Black Lake, and the crowd followed his fingers to look over. The rippling lake surface couldn't be seen at a glance.

"How many, how many kilometers...?" a student asked.

"50 kilometers?"

"What? Swim more than fifty kilometers?"

"real or fake?"

......

The crowd turned their heads again, trying to confirm the truth to the professor, but when they looked back, the thin bamboo-like professor had disappeared into the air. I don't know what spell was used.

From appearing to leaving, Fatir took less than twenty minutes in total. But in these twenty minutes, half of the students have been impressed by his mouth.

Seeing that the professor walked so simply, out of curiosity, the students gathered around Aglaia, babbling: "Is that your brother?"

"Surely, aren't all the surnames De La Cess?"

"Wow, is this really your brother...?"

"Your brother has so much personality!"

"Wow, looks handsome!"

"Just a little thin!"

"Thinness also smells."

"how old is he?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Can you introduce it to..."

"Fuck off!!" Aglea snarled, his face flushed.

She snapped up a swimsuit from the table, and walked into the locker room without looking back, leaving a group of girls on the ground looking at each other, completely unaware of what happened.

Hoffa knew what was going on, and these girls almost didn't say "I want Fuck your father", which is strange because her personality is not violent.

But to be honest, Hoffa didn't think that Aglea's father was the guy who helped him once on the train. Last time Hoffa thought this man was strange, but now it seems that this guy is really strange. There seems to be no word for fairness in his worldview.

But when you think about it, Hoffa can also understand why Hogwarts invited him to be a teacher in this era. Peaceful times need fairness, war times don’t care about fairness, war times only need victory.

just.

Swim......

Hoffa glanced at the bundles of standard swimsuits on the table.

He sighed secretly.

The worst thing I am good at is swimming.