100 Chapter 33, the Truth Under the Lie

Aglaia's speculation was correct. In just one afternoon, Tom Riddle defeated all the opponents who came to challenge with just one curse, without even needing any help.

No one can defend against his curse.

The price is only a row of dead plants on the balcony.

Undoubtedly, he became the teaching assistant of Professor Mellors, and became the first teaching assistant in Hogwarts at a rocket-like speed.

This big news not only stunned all the Gryffindor students, but almost all the students were talking about it. A Slytherin was an assistant to the head of Gryffindor, and he was still a second-year student who was not very famous.

For a moment, all the Gryffindors were blaming each other.

The second grade blames the third grade, the third grade blames the fourth grade, and the fourth grade...and so on, until the seventh grade.

But nobody cracks is nobody cracks.

To be honest, Hoffa didn't know how to break the curse himself. It's true that he can escape with a ghost walk, but that's completely different from cracking.

But now was not the time for him to struggle with Tom Riddle's weird curse technique, two days passed like lightning.

On Wednesday, Hoffa had his first sophomore Transfiguration class without a doubt.

No doubt he didn't want to.

He even wanted to skip all Transfiguration classes like Miranda who didn't take a single Charm class last year. But obviously he couldn't do that, his grandpa wasn't the vice-principal, and he wasn't an 11-year-old.

Ideas are just ideas.

After breakfast, he followed his two friends silently and walked into the transformation classroom on the third floor.

In the classroom, Tom Riddle seemed to be the hero in the eyes of all Slytherins. Even that proud Malfoy admired him a lot.

He put his arms around Tom's shoulders, sat on the table and talked loudly.

There is a great gesture of pointing out the world and being arrogant.

But Tom is very low-key, he just smiles kindly and talks to the admirers around him.

Hoffa didn't know what this guy had been doing in school for more than two months, but obviously, he didn't waste any time.

After waiting too long in the classroom, a firm and negative spiritual force field spread from far to near.

Boom!

As soon as the door of the Transfiguration classroom opened, amidst the laughter of the crowd, Hoffa lowered his head and said nothing.

Osilvia walked in slowly. She was wearing a purple robe, high leather boots, and carrying an ordinary satchel. She still looked meticulous, cold and indifferent.

The others didn't have the same experience as Hoffa, they didn't know the tall girl in front of them at all, and talked excitedly one by one.

Abraxas Malfoy even tapped the table excitedly, trying to get the attention of the beautiful teacher.

In the entire Slytherin table, only one boy, Tom Riddle, had a calm expression.

Osilvia stood on the podium, glanced around, without saying a word. Neither stopped the crowd from getting excited, nor yelled at them.

It wasn't until the people below felt something was wrong that the voice gradually calmed down until it became completely silent.

She slowly picked up a roll call list on the table and started to roll the roll.

"Abraxas Malfoy."

Malfoy raised his hands excitedly.

"arrive."

"Finger Rockner."

"arrive."

"Charlie Black."

"arrive."

"Falco Ekron."

"arrive."

After counting more than a dozen students, she put down the roster and said calmly: "The people I counted just now, each will deduct 10 points. If you make a noise next time, you will be deducted 20 points. If you commit the third offense again, you won't have to take the final exam." .”

The enthusiasm in the classroom was like a bonfire meeting the cold Siberian wind, and it was blown out in a blink of an eye.

The Slytherins were all stunned, they looked at each other, mouths as if they could stuff eggs.

Before class even started, she had already written down everyone's names.

Aglaia grinned on her lips, bumped Hoffa with her elbow, and said with her mouth, "I like this teacher."

Hoffa just glanced at her and continued to bow his head. No talk.

Osilvia didn't intend to waste too much energy on punishing the students. She was like the most efficient energy conservationist, standing on the podium and taking out her textbooks without moving.

"Transfiguration, among all disciplines, is the most rigorous and sophisticated. It also requires the most creativity. It is different from the word of mouth of magic spells, and it is also different from the efficient targeting of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It is very flexible, and only the most Only those with imagination can make good use of it.”

Osilvia's tone of voice in the class was the same as when she was on the Moroccan boat, with no fluctuations and no life at all.

"What is Transfiguration, how to make good use of Transfiguration, every mature wizard has his own answer, and my answer is more inclined to use as many cards as there are.

Last year, Professor Dumbledore must have helped you lay the foundation, but I have seen your results, and your Transfiguration is too early to be used in practice.”

Aglaia elbowed Hoffa again, and said in a low voice: "This teacher who just graduated is a bit self-righteous, how about you show your hand and frighten her?"

Hoffa didn't say a word, and he sat a little farther away from Aglaia to elbow him.

To be honest, I don't want to listen to Osilvia's lessons at all. He didn't want to learn her understanding of transformation, nor did he want to indulge in the beauty of a foreign teacher like some piggod Slytherins.

Every second of sitting in the class made him feel like sitting on pins and needles.

Osilvia continues to lecture at the podium:

"There is no set formula for Transfiguration, and even everyone's Animagus is different.

Finding out according to the map is by no means the path that a transformation master should take.

This year, I will teach you human body deformation. This is a teaching task assigned to me by the school.

I don't expect each of you to become an Animagus, that's unrealistic, but I hope that this year, each of you can have your own unique transformation method, and have the ability to deal with emergencies, not just Just change some bottles and cans to meet the exam. "

After a pause, Osivia said:

"However, in the first class, I hope to know about the current transformation level of each of you. So that I can teach in a targeted manner."

As soon as this remark came out, the bonfire that was hit by the cold Siberian wind showed signs of resurgence.

Many boys below began to twitch their buttocks restlessly. Who doesn't want to prove their specialness in front of the beautiful teacher?

Osivia: "If any of you's transfiguration satisfies me, I will promote one of you to become a teaching assistant."

The bonfire of youth burned to a height of three meters.

Wow! !

At this moment, more than twenty arms pointed straight to the sky.

"Hoffa, Hoffa"

Aglea excitedly started poking Hoffa again.

Hoffa sat a little further away from her, but she reluctantly moved her buttocks to sit closer.

"what!?"

Hoffa whispered annoyed.

"Go on, isn't this what you are best at?"

Aglay was as anxious as a warden.

"I don't understand anything, don't call me."

Hoffa said dryly.

Aglaia's eyes widened, and she asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you, weren't you very active when Dumbledore was in class?"

"Maybe I'm shy when I see a beautiful teacher."

Miranda teased softly.

"you shut up."

Hoffa glared at her.

Miranda was slightly taken aback, "I'm just kidding."

Osilvia tapped her finger on the table: "Be quiet."

Hoffa's two friends shut up, and the students below who raised their hands flushed and pursed their lips, like a group of concubines waiting for the emperor's flop.

Malfoy almost stood up on the chair.

Osilvia glanced around: "Malfoy."

"liquid!!"

Malfoy clenched his fist and jumped onto the podium in two steps.

"How to change, what to change?" He asked urgently.

Osivia held a piece of cardboard and a quill, and said without raising her head: "Show the changes you are best at.

Malfoy picked up a piece of chalk with trembling fingers, and turned it into a rose as if offering a treasure. He smiled coquettishly, took a step forward, pressed his belly with one hand, and bowed an impeccable aristocratic salute.

The move drew pent-up boos from the boys and a sudden commotion from the girls.

Osilvia, who was recording, raised her eyelids: "A meaningless and worthless transformation, at the level of an ordinary first-year graduate."

Malfoy's red face quickly became stunned, and the snickers of other people in the audience made him look gloomy and unable to get off the stage.

"It's meaningless, Miss Romanov."

He specially emphasized the tone of Miss English.

"Ten points for Slytherin." She said flatly, "Call me a professor."

"You!" Malfoy on the stage was completely upset.

Osilvia put down the quill: "The essence of transformation is understanding. If you can't truly understand the essence of a thing, the appearance of the transformation is just futile. Mr. Malfoy, your rose has less thorns."

Malfoy straightened up, with a gloomy expression on his face, he threw the rose to the ground, squinted, snorted coldly, and strode off the podium, shaking his robe.

Osilvia looked up and looked around, and said: "This year, my course will focus on human body deformation, and those simple object transformations don't need to be shown."

After a pause, she asked: "The human body deforms, can anyone do it?"

Everyone retracted their hands, and the bonfire of youth was completely extinguished.

Seeing that no one raised their hands, Osilvia calmly turned a page.

"Then I'll start the roll call based on the grades of last semester, Aglaia Draces."

Aglea stood up.

"Can you deform the human body?" Osilvia asked directly.

Aglaia shook her head unwillingly.

Hoffa pointed his fingers at the table and said nothing, because he was behind Aglaia on the transfiguration class report card, and he didn't want to have any interaction with this "new teacher" at all.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Then, Osivia then called out Tom, who was in third place, and jumped over him, Hoffa was slightly relieved.

Finally, an hour later, a transfiguration class with a depressing and weird atmosphere ended. The crowd stood up with mixed emotions and left the stage together.

Malfoy the Slytherin kicked the door open.

Hoffa lowered his head and walked out quickly among the crowd.

However, just as he walked to the door, there was a cold call from behind.

"Hoffa Bach, please wait a moment."

Following the call of the Transformation teacher, all the students turned their heads to look at Hoffa. It seemed strange to them that Hoffa, the top performer in Transfiguration, was silent for the entire class.

Miranda and Aglaia were taken aback for a moment, looking curiously between Hoffa and the new Transfiguration teacher.

Hoffa stood still, took a deep breath, clenched his fists and then released them. Afterwards, he said gently to his two friends: "Go out for a while, I'll be over in a while."

Aglaia: "Okay."

Miranda glanced at Transformation Teacher, then at the smiling Hoffa: "Interesting."

Afterwards, she dragged Aglaia, who was puzzled with one step and three turns, and walked out of the classroom.

When the classroom was empty, Hoffa let out a breath, turned around, and asked with a cold expression, "What are you doing?"

Osilvia waved her wand, and the classroom slammed shut.

"Summer vacation, you leave without saying hello to me"

"Can we stop talking about the summer vacation?" Hoffa said calmly, "Now you are a teacher and I am a student. What are your orders?"

After a moment of silence.

Osilvia stepped off the podium: "I need your help with something."

"Stay in the dormitory? I can do it."

Hoffa nodded.

"no."

Osivia ignored the spikes in Hoffer's tone, she said: "I heard Dumbledore talk about you, and I have also seen your results last year, and your results are very good."

"Please speak up if you have something to say."

"I hope you can serve as my teaching assistant for the Transfiguration class."

Hoffa raised his eyebrows: "Me?"

"Um."

"May I venture to ask why?"

"Every teacher has their own extra task this year. My task is to help Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic find the library of forbidden arts. I hope you can help me on this matter."

Libraries, again libraries.

Hoffa smiled helplessly, shook his head, and said softly: "Please be smart."

After speaking, he bent over and strode back.

Osilvia put a hand on Hoffa's shoulder and pulled him back.

Hoffa jerked away, pulled out his wand, and whispered, "What do you want?"

"I need your help. If you have any opinions, you can speak up." Osilvia said sincerely.

"Opinion?"

"Um."

"Then let me ask you again, what are you looking for?"

"Forbidden Art Library."

"Hmph." Hoffa showed a sarcasm, and spread his hands sadly, "Professor Romanov, I think you are lying."

"No."

"No, what is that?"

Hoffa pointed.

When Osilvia turned her head, the corners of her eyes twitched.

Hoffa took a step forward, pulled out an old newspaper from her satchel little by little, and put it in front of her eyes.

"You're crazy, how old is this paper? 4 months!"

Osilvia finally shut up.

Hoffa sighed:

"You still haven't changed at all, Professor, you use a cold appearance and attitude to hide your heart full of anger and hatred.

What you want is revenge, not to find some so-called library, not some so-called mission, you just want to find the real culprit who killed your father through this mission, right? "