Chapter 167: Order 34

Soon, it will be Friday, the time for the first Magical Creatures class.

This was Hoffa's first official magical creature class at school, if not official, of course. In fact, he had learned a lot about magical animals in the first grade.

Toxic Leopard, Winged Demon, Thunderbird, Centaur, etc.

However, since the death of the horsemen in the Forbidden Forest and the explosion at the school, it is difficult for Hoffa to imagine that there are any magical creatures in Hogwarts.

He was a little curious about the content of this class. I am even more curious about what kind of person Aglaia's father is, and he even skipped the school banquet.

The venue for the Magical Creatures 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 color. The green grass under our feet was wet and very elastic.

When Hoffa came here with his textbooks, there were already many, many students waiting here. They stood on the grass in red, blue, green, and yellow wizard robes. There were so many of them that Hoffa almost thought they were playing a Quidditch game.

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

However, as the first magical creature class, Hoffa didn't see any magical creatures here. I only saw a few tables arranged in a haphazard manner, and some neatly folded gray clothes were placed on the tables.

Upon closer inspection, these clothes turned out to be swimsuits.

What this is for, Hoffa doesn't quite understand. Why does Magical Creatures class have swimsuits and not magical creatures?

While the students present were discussing,

There was a violent fluctuation of magic power in the middle of the crowd.

Everyone quickly dispersed.

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

He was wearing a black wizard leather coat, with several silver machetes tied around his waist, and his silver hair was tied into a ponytail. It looks very capable. Only in sharp contrast to his lean appearance are his eyes. With drooping eyelids, he looked like he had just woken up from sleep. Coupled with his thin, hunched body like a bamboo pole, he looked extremely listless.

"Hiss." He exhaled a smoke ring and asked, "Is everyone here?"

Seeing the young man walking out of nothingness with a cigarette in his mouth, Hoffa narrowed his eyes and thought about it for a while. He looked at the silver hair of the other party. Glancing again at Aglaia who was standing beside Sherlock Bohan in the crowd, an extremely deranged sense of absurdity appeared in his heart.

Could it be that this boy who looked no older than himself was two years old. Actually, Aglaia's father?

Really her father?

really.

You know, Aglaia's mother has crow's feet in the corners of her eyes, but he still looks about his own age.

Who can stand this!

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

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

Not only Hoffa was surprised. The other students were equally amazed.

The words of Fatil Drasses just came out of his mouth.

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

"My name is Fatil Saroyan Draces. You can call me Fatil." The thin and tall man arched his back and said in a calm manner.

"Fatier?"

The surrounding students exclaimed in disbelief.

"Are you the magical creature teacher?"

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

"This is my privacy, Miss." He said with a puff of smoke.

"thin and young"

The tall Gryffindor crossed his arms and looked Fatier up and down: "Are you kidding, cheating is a curse!"

Fatil pointed to the silver faculty badge on his chest, without much explanation.

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

"This guy is really a teacher"

"Is the principal really crazy?"

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

"Not even relatives, does he think Hogwarts is his home?"

While speaking, several Gryffindors in red robes surrounded him.

"Hey, teacher, why don't you prove yourself first?"

Hoffa squinted his eyes and stood beside him without saying a word. He could understand the dissatisfaction of those Gryffindors. Fatil looked like he was only in the fifth grade, and he was younger than the average person present. How can students in grades 6 and 7 be able to serve.

He was also very curious about how this seemingly young professor could shock these rebellious Gryffindor seniors.

But Fatil didn't make any unnecessary movements. He just smoked a cigarette on the spot decadently, and said calmly: "Fall in love, don't roll."

As soon as this remark came out, several Gryffindors gasped, their eyes widened and they raised their arms. The ferocious movement was directly ignored by Professor Drasses.

Hoffa thought to himself, good guy, this person is completely different from the Yago he met a few days ago. Yago always has a gentle smile on his face, while he is unusually concise.

Sure enough, Fatil finished smoking a cigarette, stamped out the cigarette butt, and said directly: "My dragon training course is not available to everyone. In order to select students who are suitable for my course, I have prepared a set of elimination courses. mechanism.

In the mountains of Scotland, more than fifty kilometers away from the Black Lake, there is an abandoned hunting ground built by ancient wizards. I don't care what method you use, only those who can swim to the other side before dark are eligible to study my courses. "

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the opposite side of the Black Lake, and the crowd followed his finger to see the jagged lake surface with no end in sight.

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

"Fifty kilometers?"

"What? Swim more than fifty kilometers?"

"real or fake?"

The crowd turned their heads again, wanting to confirm the truth of the matter with the professor, but when they turned back, the professor who looked like a thin bamboo pole had disappeared into the air. I don't know what spell was used.

From appearing to leaving, Fatil took less than two minutes in total.

Seeing that the professor left so simply, the students were blown away.

Out of curiosity, the students gathered around Aglaia, chattering: "Is that your brother?"

"It must be, isn't everyone surnamed Drasses?"

"Wow, is it really your brother?"

"Your brother has a personality!" a girl said.

"It looks pretty cool!"

"It's just a little skinny!"

"Thinness also tastes good."

"how old is he?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Can you introduce me to you?"

"Get out!!" Aglaia roared sharply, her face flushed red.

She picked up a swimsuit from the table with a snap, and went into the dressing room without looking back, leaving a group of girls standing on the ground and looking at each other, completely unaware of what happened.

Hoffa knew why, these girls almost said "I want Falk your father", it's no wonder that she didn't run away with her personality.

But to be honest, Hoffa never thought that Aglaia's father was the guy who helped him once on the train. Hoffa thought this person was strange last time.

only.

swim

Hoffa glanced at the bundles of standard bathing suits lying on the table.

He sighed secretly.

My worst thing is swimming.