Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After the first magical biology class is over, the selected students will continue to teach the rest of the course by Drasses, and grow up with the fire dragon in the mountains of Scotland.

Hoffa went back to school alone. The unsuccessful students were shocked when they saw him come back. In their perception, Hoffa had already crossed the Black Lake, so why was he still being brushed off?

However, his appearance also relaxes those students who are unsuccessful.

"He was not selected, what is so sad about us?"

The students always say that.

To be honest, this defeat caused Hoffa a certain degree of trouble, but it only stayed at the level of ordinary trouble. It's not that he has never experienced a situation much worse than this.

Since losing the election has become a fact, he can only accept it. He must squeeze time from elsewhere to learn how to cast spells without a stick.

September ended in violent storms, and October had arrived. The weather during this period is always the hardest at Hogwarts. The sky is gray, the sun is invisible, the climate is half cold and not cold, the continuous rain and the slugs crawling in the shadow of the castle always make people feel depressed.

As time goes by, the school's classwork deepens day by day, and the two most onerous subjects are still herbal medicine and potions.

As dozens of students were taken away by Fatir, the remaining students were under greater academic pressure. In the Hufflepuff Herbal Greenhouse, the crowd shuttled back and forth every day, and the underground potions classroom in Slytherin was also smoggy all day long.

In the potions class a month later.

Slughorn: ?? "Please be quiet, be quiet! Hurry up, there are many things to do this afternoon! We have not even completed one-tenth of the thirty orders placed by the Ministry of Magic!

Slytherin team, you are responsible for the forbidden potion.

Ravenclaw team, you are in charge of Baixian.

Hufflepuff group, you are responsible for fast hemostatic drugs. "

Gryffindor, don't talk, Gryffindor, you are responsible for the antidote. You must dispense the medicine before get out of class. Good luck and don’t forget to wear protective gloves! "

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?Students from various colleges left the stools and walked towards the podium one after another.

Hoffa is no exception. There is no way to do this kind of work without being selected to train the dragon. After obtaining the materials, he returned to his roommate William.

William: "Yo, brother, we must make the best potion today!"

"Well."

William: "Brother, let me tell you that Yuri, the fourth grader of Hufflepuff, is very interested in you."

Hoffa drily: "Is it, that's great."

William: "Cheer up, Hoffa. She is an S-class beauty, like a school flower."

Hoffa: "Lingen, pass it to me."

William took out a plant rhizome from the cabinet and said, "She asked me about you two days ago."

Hoffa was absent-minded, cutting Ryan's roots.

William whispered: "Listen, brother, that girl's circle is full of beauties, if we can get in..."

Hoffa: "Do you still want to concoct medicine?"

William hurriedly looked up at Slughorn's position, then lowered his head: "It's okay, he didn't see it."

Hoffa...

Because there is no magic wand, it is impossible to transform the potion ingredients and spells. He sat next to his roommate William, working with others to refine medicine.

This makes William quite a sense of accomplishment. He always said to everyone that he and Hoffa are inseparable teams, and he is Hoffa's most powerful friend.

Hoffa disagrees, because excluding this year, the sum of what he and this roommate said in the past two years does not exceed 20 sentences.

The end of a busy potions class.

William said with excitement: "Hoffa, let's go to the fourth grade."

Hoffa: "Hmm..."

While he was, he saw Slughorn who was packing up his textbooks in front of the podium. Suddenly, an idea came to Hoffa's mind.

Now Miranda is gone, and she has learned to use the wandless spell without a teacher, but Slughorn knows a lot of knowledge, even the concealed knowledge of Horcruxes, and maybe he can help solve the dilemma he is encountering now.

So he deliberately lags behind, slowly packing his schoolbag.

William was impatient, and Hoffa casually found an excuse to let him go first. After saying goodbye to the surrounding students, only Hoffa and Slughorn were left in the potions room.

???? "Hurry up, Hoffa, it's going to be dinner soon," Slughorn said cordially, closing the gold buckle of his fire dragon leather briefcase.

???? "Sir, I want to ask you something." Hoffa said.

???? "Just ask, dear boy, ask..."

???? "I want to ask, do you know...casting without a rod?"

"Spell without a wand?" Slughorn scratched his ear. "This is really upsetting to me. Why don't you buy a new wand?"

"I went to the Ollivander shop, but there is no other wand suitable for me."

"That's it." Slughorn pondered for a moment. "To be honest, I don't know how to cast a spell without a rod. This skill is too old and very advanced. However, I suggest you ask your transformation teacher. , Jacob Bohan."

"Huh? Professor Bohan, will he?"

"Have you seen him use a magic wand? I haven't seen him use a magic wand since he took office. I think he must have some accomplishments in this area."

Hoffa thought carefully. Indeed, since he took the transformation class, Professor Bohan has never seen Professor Bohan use a magic wand. The last time he cut his hair, he only used two fingers.

This reminded Hoffa that after thanking Slughorn, he hurried to the Transfiguration Office. Whether or not Jacob Bohan casts spells without a rod, he has to try.

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The Transfiguration Office is on the third floor. This office was used by Dumbledore in the first grade. Standing at the door of this office, Hoffa went back to the summer vacation in a daze. After beating his boss, he stood in front of the dean’s office the same day. .

Taking a deep breath, he knocked at the door.

After waiting for a while, the door did not open.

Not in the office...could it be that you went to dinner?

Hoffa looked at the stone window hole. It was now almost evening and it was dim. It is not surprising to say that I went to dinner, but except for banquets, professors usually eat in their own office. If they are eating at the moment, they should still be in the office.

Thinking about this, Hoffa planned to knock on the door again.

But as soon as he raised his arm, the door in front of him opened automatically, revealing the office illuminated by 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 quill pens automatically signed documents. The signed documents automatically float to the corner of the table and stack neatly.

There was a soft creak.

Hoffa turned around and saw the cabinet next to him open automatically. His heart suddenly raised up, what's the situation?

But nothing terrible came out of the cupboard. A neat towel flew out of the cupboard, floating in front of Hoffa, as if to let Hoffa hold himself.

Hoffa spread his hands flat, and the wide towel immediately fell on his palm. Then, a few more folded clothes flew out of the cabinet and landed on the towel that Hoffa was holding, neatly.

This... Hoffa looked at the whole room.

The pen is writing, stamping, the clothes are automatically folded, the broom is cleaning on the floor...Everything in the room is running in an orderly and fully automatic manner, so harmonious.

Watching this scene, Hoffa was stunned for a while.

This is simply art...

Then, the cuffs of the folded clothes floated up and pointed in a direction. Following the cuffs of the dress, Hoffa saw a tall closet.

Is this dress telling me to go to the closet?

He walked near the closet filled with exquisite ceramics, and the closet was rotating like a kaleidoscope, splitting and opening steadily, revealing a dim passage hidden behind it.

A rush of heat and humidity rushed toward his face, and the clothes raised their sleeves to signal Hoffa to move forward.

Out of great curiosity, Hoffa followed the guidance of his sleeves and stepped into the corridor, and finally he pushed open a door in the deepest part of the corridor.

The sound of the isolated water hit his face, and while the heat was rising, Hoffa was so horrified that his chin almost fell to the ground.

It turned out to be a large bathroom. Luxurious chandelier with candles cast a warm light on the room. The floor is made of snow-white marble. There are about a hundred golden faucets on the side of the bathroom and on the wall. Hanging some colorful abstract patterns.

While the steam was rising, the middle-aged man, his own transformation class teacher. Jacob Bohan was soaking comfortably in the bath, lazily leaning on the head of the spitting lion, most of his body exposed.

Hoffa finally knew why he was holding a bath towel, and the professor who was in his transformation class was taking a bath at the moment! !

Although he was a man, he broke into another man's bathroom by surprise. This man was still his own teacher. It felt like a thousand grass and mud horses rumbling past his heart.

Jacob Bohan looked quite calm. He raised his arm as if he had met a student while shopping for groceries on the street.

"Yeah, Hoffa."

Hoffa almost went out subconsciously: "Professor, sorry, I...I don't know..."

"I know you won't come." The other party smiled and said, "I forgot to bring towels and clothes. If you don't come, I can't get out of this bath. I can't go to the room to get a towel wet. Colleagues are embarrassed."

What are the reasons for this?

Hoffa's muscles were tight, and he thought the picture was too weird.

Looking at the young man at the door with a **** look, the man in the bath waved his hand: "Ha, kidding, what do you want me to do?"

"It's okay."

Hoffa hurriedly waved his hand and put the bath towel on the stone platform aside: "I...I will come later."

But as soon as he turned around, the wooden door behind him slammed shut, and the sound made his chills stand up.

Jacob Bohan: "There is a saying among the Eastern wizards, calling Taishan collapse in front of him, but he doesn't change his face, it is for a man. Do you understand this sentence?"

Hoffa was astonished. He said this sentence purely in Chinese, very fluent and standard, even with a hint of gentleness that was unique to the Southern National Government.

Seeing the student's astonishment, Jacob Bohan smiled slightly and changed the English: "I'm surprised again, where are there so many things to be surprised? Sit down."

Hoffa sat down, dumbfounded.

The tall man stood up from the water splashing, he walked to the side of the cabinet, opened the cabinet, took out a few glasses from inside, and started pouring wine unexpectedly.

Although he is middle-aged, every muscle on his body is sharp and angular, like an ancient Greek sculpture.

Hoffa turned his head, and this scene only made him feel irritated. At the same time panicking, he glanced at his magic watch. Damn...this time is too busy and only stored 0.3X of magic power...

Jacob Bohan poured a glass of wine, shook it casually, and threw two ice cubes in it.

"Why, what can you do for me? Can't you do your homework?"

It took a while before Hoffa remembered his purpose. He took a deep breath and said, "I want to learn how to cast spells without a rod. Professor Slughorn asked me to come to you."

"Well, cast without a rod. Your goal is not small."

He walked to Hoffa, put a glass of wine on the stone platform next to him, then stepped back and sat next to the bath: "I didn't ask during class, what do you think of using a stickless spell."

The weird atmosphere made Hoffa uncomfortable, and he was even less likely to drink that glass of wine, so he said dryly.

"I have no opinion, I only know that this is a skill that requires diligent study and practice."

"That's okay." Bohan looked up and drank a glass of wine: "Then since you are here, I would like to ask by the way, why did Professor De La Cess not accept you?"

"Um." Hoffa didn't expect him to mention it suddenly. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Because I can't meet his requirements."

"That's it," Bohan smiled, "I don't have to be discouraged. There are few people who can meet his requirements, and I can't."

"What?" Hoffa couldn't believe it.

"you......?"

"He was also my teacher." Jacob Bohan said jokingly:

"Don't think he will always look like a teenager, but he is already in his fifties."

Hoffa felt that he was numb under the bombardment of this series of information, "Why is he so young? Is it because he is a half-elf?"

"Even a purebred elves won't be like this. He won't age. I think there are other reasons."

After a pause, Bohan said: "You have found the right person. I know a little bit about casting without a stick, but you have to ask the teacher to make a small stove for you. You have to make something."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hoffa's goose bumps fell all over the floor, and he looked up, but fortunately, a cloud of white mist drifted past the opponent's waist and saw nothing.

"What to do?" He asked extremely cautiously.

Jacob Pohan: "Compared to the current teaching model, I prefer the ancient Greek teaching model. Do you know the ancient Greek teaching model?

"do not know."

The subject changed quickly, and Hoffa felt that he couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

"Choose." Jacob Bohan said: "The teachers in ancient Greece paid much attention to choice.

They will not teach their knowledge to anyone in an old-fashioned manner. Because they know that some people can accept their ideas, but many people don't. "

He raised his head and drank the wine in one cup, and said: "Socrates chose Plato, and Plato chose Aristotle.

They can always find the student who is better than themselves, and then pass on their ideas. "

Hoffa licked his lips, almost understanding what the other party wanted to say.

Jacob Bohan looked solemnly: "You want to learn how to cast without a stick, yes. I can make you a real student of mine and teach you the skills of cast without a stick, but I also need you to prove yourself and prove that you can be me. Disciple."

Hoffa was relieved: "How to prove yourself?"

"Oh, it's easy."

He got out of the water, stood beside Hoffa, took the towel he had brought, and wiped the drops of water on his arms.

"On Halloween, those students who go out to train dragons will go back to school. I estimate that by then there will be some undercurrents and conflicts among the students.

If a conflict occurs, stop the conflict, no matter what method you use. As long as you can prove that you can maintain the stability of the school, I will teach you the profound meaning of using a wandless spell. "