166 Chapter 33, Bird in a Cage

After a pleasant and happy transfiguration class, all the students walked out of the classroom happily.

"This teacher is amazing."

Roommate William said with little stars in his eyes: "His class is so easy."

"yes."

Roommate Antonio echoed: "If you want me to say, those who left, let them regret it."

"That's right."

The students were eagerly talking about the Transfiguration class just now, chatting with each other in twos and threes, and the air was full of joy.

Hoffa seemed a little uninterested.

Entering the third greenhouse, they will take care of the fighting grass today, an extremely fierce and aggressive plant.

Immediately after Herbology, he was off to Potions, which was held in a large underground classroom. There are more than forty crucibles standing between the wooden tables, and the table is full of ingredients.

Slughorn, pipe in mouth, walked up and down the smoke, shouting as he went.

"Be quick and bring out the intermediate potion making! We have a lot to learn, a lot, a lot! This year the Ministry of Magic set up an evaluation site in Hogsmeade.

If you perform outstandingly, I can recommend you a good position in the Ministry of Magic and give you a bright future, provided that you must complete the mission, do you understand? must complete the task”

He talked tirelessly, and the students below were like moles digging holes, shuttling back and forth. Holding potion ingredients in his hand.

Hoffa took the materials, but he encountered a problem.

When Miranda was operating the potion, he found that he couldn't keep up with the progress of the other students because he lost his wand.

His roommate William Antonio stood by the cauldron and waved his wand, and the color of the cauldron kept changing. Although the two of them are not very good, they are doing it anyway, but Hoffa's crucible is always just a pot of clear water.

Slughorn swayed over from a distance, just about to praise Hoffa intentionally, but when he looked around, he found that Hoffa hadn't started to do it.

This made him cough awkwardly, patted Hoffa on the shoulder, and said softly, "Don't dawdle, do it quickly."

Hoffa looked around in embarrassment, and saw Miranda casually adding ingredients to the boiling cauldron, so he leaned over and asked in a low voice:

"Can you help me fix it?"

Miranda looked at it and scratched her head.

"I'm not good at potions, why don't you ask Aglaia?"

As soon as the words fell, the potion in front of her smelled burnt, and an ominous brown liquid oozed out. Obviously, Miranda was indeed not a wizard who was good at potions.

Hoffa had no choice but to look at Aglaia.

Sensing Hoffa's gaze, she, who was skilled at dispensing medicine, immediately raised her head, flicked her hair, and turned her head away.

Hoffa made fun of himself, and touched his nose.

Miranda couldn't stand it anymore, so she handed the wand to Hoffa: "You use mine first."

Hoffa took Miranda's wand and fiddled with the cauldron for a long time, but there was no reaction at all, as dull as holding a chopstick.

He didn't believe in this evil, so he flicked his wand vigorously.

"boom!!"

With a bang, the crucible in front of him exploded directly. Clear water splashed, and potion raw materials flew randomly. The students around were stunned. They were silent for a moment, and then focused their eyes on Hoffa in the middle of the classroom.

I saw that he was wet all over at the moment, with herbal hair, octopus tentacles hanging around his neck, and a blood-sucking leech wriggling on his face.

The classroom roared with laughter, Slughorn covered his face and sighed, Miranda reluctantly took his wand away.

"Forget it, don't use it, do it with me."

The Potions class lasted a full five hours, and Hoffa was embarrassed for a full five hours, which was very scary.

After Potions class, he wanted to go to the library to find some knowledge about casting spells without a wand, but found that he didn't have time, and all the timetables were already full.

This year, the school wanted to force all the knowledge into the students' heads like a forcible empowerment, without giving them any chance to breathe.

They are like a train full of coal, running desperately forward, and will not give up until they reach their goals.

After a few days of classes, Hoffa nearly collapsed.

When get out of class was over at noon on Thursday, Miranda vomited bitterly in the corridor: "I take potions for five hours a day, and herbs for three hours. Is Hogwarts going to become the headquarters of potions in Europe?"

"The school is also for your own good. If you don't learn more, you will be killed when you go out." Hoffa comforted his friend.

Miranda rolled her eyes: "Come on, this year's Potions and Herbalism subjects are all purely physical labor, isn't that clearly treating us like slaves?"

Hoffa shut up. In fact, he also had this kind of resentment in his heart, but he didn't say it out. He feels like Hogwarts has recently gone from wizarding school to Foxconn

This kind of magic school is not beautiful at all.

The two were walking down the hall, planning to have lunch. At this time, there was a noisy sound ahead, and they met a group of students gathered around the notice board. They looked at the magic writing flying on the wall, all of them were excited.

"What's that?" Miranda asked curiously.

Did the school issue a notice?

Hoffa stood on tiptoe and took a look outside, only to see an uncontrolled fluorescent chalk writing on a blackboard.

[The selection of students for the Magical Creatures class will start on Friday afternoon. All third-year students must participate. The selected students will undergo special training for half a year in the Heshidia Islands. During the training period, they will be exempted from any other courses. 】

Special training selection, selected to exempt any other courses?

When Hoffa saw the news, he was immediately moved. If he could be selected to participate in this magical creature training, he must be freed from the mechanical training arranged by the school.

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

After reading, she suddenly poked Hoffa on the shoulder.

"Hey, tell me, the teacher of the magical creature class is Aglaia's father?"

"should be."

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

Miranda said enthusiastically, "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 drifted past the two of them without looking sideways. She was inseparable from the blond prefect Sherlock.

In the past few days, Aglaia didn't talk too much to Hoffa, and his attitude became lukewarm, and he didn't deliberately ignore it, nor did he specifically ignore it. She spends most of her time with her cousin.

He seemed to be labeled as a passerby.

The two people under the bulletin board watched each other pass by, and then looked at each other.

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

Hoffa rolled his eyes: "You think I'm that kind of person?"

"That's right." Miranda rubbed her chin, "You're really stupid."

"Go to hell."

"Do you want to apologize?"

"What's your apology? I really didn't say anything," Hoffa argued.

"Do you find her annoying?"

"How can I?" Hoffa immediately denied.

"Then why are you acting arrogant and indifferent?"

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

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

"You can't slap your hands," Hoffa said dryly.

"Who says you can't shoot well, just slap your face."

Hoffa stagnated: "Go away."

Miranda: "Well, I found that you are very good at cold violence. Occasionally."

"My God," Hoffa moaned, "what are you talking about?"

"Go ahead," Miranda pushed Hoffa, "I still want to rely on her relationship to get some back door."

Hoffa was still hesitating, but Miranda said again, "Don't you have a wand?"

"yes."

Miranda: "I can cast spells without a stick. Go and apologize to Aglaia, and I will teach you how to cast spells without a stick when I come back."

"Fine."

Looking at the silver-haired back, Hoffa gritted his teeth and handed the book in his hand to Miranda, "Wait for me a moment."

Then, he quickly walked around to Aglaia and Sherlock. Open your arms.

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

Aglaia crossed Hoffa's shoulder, his eyes became dazed and indifferent, while Sherlock shook his long blond hair and asked with great interest: "Hey, big hero, what can you do with us?"

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

"About what?" Aglea's eyes shifted from Hoffa's left shoulder to his right.

Hoffa's eyes turned to Sherlock's body, the meaning was obvious, and he hoped that she could give himself and Aglaia the space to be alone.

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

She pulled her cousin and passed Hoffa, as if she was avoiding some kind of plague.

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

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

Hoffa took a deep breath and said with a serious face, "I was wrong."

Aglaia froze, she broke away from Sherlock's arm, her eyes drifted from Hoffa's shoulder to his eyes. Her lips parted, as if to say something.

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

She shivered, licked her lips, looked at Hoffa and forced a smile: "What are you talking about. You didn't do anything wrong, why do you want to apologize to me?"

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

Hoffa stood where he was, eyes wide.

After a while, Miranda ran over, "Is it going to work, is it going to work?"

Hoffa shook his head: "It seems that you can't go through the back door."

After speaking, he straightened his expression.

"You said you would teach me to cast spells without a stick, teach me now."

But Miranda sighed: "You think too much, Hoffa."

Hoffa was stunned: "But you clearly said, as long as I am"

Miranda looked at him with sympathy: "Casting spells without a wand is not a special skill. After you learn it, you can get rid of the wand."

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

"That's right, but do you know how strict the selection of ancient wizards is? The role of the magic wand is to give those wizards with mediocre talents a chance to shine."

"Don't say that these things are useless, just tell me how to learn how to cast spells without a stick."

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

Miranda raised her finger: "Luminescence flickers."

Her fingertips suddenly lit up with a silver light.

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

"First you have to be quiet and patient, and second, when you learn to cast Luminescence without using a wand, you only learn Luminescence. Do you know what I mean?"

Hoffa was taken aback: "You mean, I have to learn every single spell again?"

"It doesn't need to be so absolute, it's just that casting spells with a wand and casting spells without a wand are two systems. A wand has wood and a core, and if you cast spells without a wand, all you have is yourself. Your control over magic power is as high as An unbelievable level, this kind of ability requires a lot of time to practice."

"but you"

"I only have about ten spells that I can cast without a wand, and these ten are all spells that I have used by heart." Miranda told the truth, "It took me three or four years to learn only a few spells without relying on them." wand."

Hoffa fell silent. Miranda's words undoubtedly poured cold water on his head again.

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