168 Chapter 35, Pool Party

In order to be selected by the teacher of magical creatures and freed from heavy mechanical homework, one must cross the fifty-odd kilometers of Black Lake, which is almost a fantasy in the eyes of ordinary Muggles.

Hoffa took a swimsuit and walked into the changing room, constantly thinking about ways to cross the lake.

In the wooden changing room, the conditions are very simple, and it looks like it was built temporarily. However, in the changing room, dozens of house elves shuttled back and forth, folding the clothes that the students had changed neatly, and putting them away in different categories.

The swimming outfit prepared by the school looked very ordinary and old-fashioned. At first glance, it looked like shorts without a top. It feels like the skin of some kind of aquatic animal. On the side of the pants, you can see a rune in the shape of "Chuan". I don't know what it means.

When Hoffa finished changing into his bathing suits and the male and female students came out of their changing rooms, it seemed like a huge pool party.

Girls' attire is very ordinary, all bodysuits and swimsuits. Not as exaggerated and sexy as later generations. But the joy of this first experience still made the students point and point excitedly.

Boys get together to discuss girls' bodies, and girls get together to discuss boys. Some are bold and uninhibited, while others pretend to be casual. But everyone's eyes are wandering here and there.

By this time, the good-looking Aglaia was no longer very popular. Because after wearing a swimsuit, the proportion of the figure's score began to rise sharply. Although she is just about to bloom, she is still a 13-year-old bud. Coupled with the tightness of the swimsuit, at first glance there is not much to show.

On the contrary, the prefect named Sherlock next to her became the subject of hot discussion among boys, and her figure was indeed hot enough. The big breasts and thin waist are even a bit exaggerated from the perspective of a 15-year-old.

Hoffa glanced at her a few more times, and she immediately glanced at Hoffa with her hips on her hips, and her gaze stayed on his face for a tenth of a second.

Hoffa turned his head away, thinking that although she had a good figure, she was far behind Osivia.

At this time, there was a trace of coolness on the waist. Turning around, Miranda was smiling and poking her waist.

"What are you doing?"

Hoffa jumped aside, opening her mischievous hand.

"I can't usually tell, but your figure is quite predictable." Miranda said with admiring eyes.

Hoffa thought for a long time, and said dryly: "Ha, your eyesight is dull enough."

Miranda looked around, shook hands and made a bet next to Hoffa's ear: "I'll tell you a secret, those girls made a bet, whoever touches your abs first will pay."

Horrified, Hoffa looked over Miranda and saw a group of fourth and fifth grade girls who were chatting excitedly by the tree, and they didn't know which college they were from. Sensing Hoffa's gaze, they even stomped their feet excitedly.

"What?"

He said displeased: "Do you think I'm a park statue? You can touch it for a fee."

"200 Galleons," Miranda said.

Hoffa's body shook, 200 Galleons, he had never seen so much money in his life. How rich are these girls?

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said hoarsely, "Share me half?"

"I thought you would be more reserved?" Miranda couldn't help laughing.

"Being touched will not lose the flesh." Hoffa said solemnly.

"You can still make money, tsk tsk, I'm so envious. It feels like being admired."

While Miranda was joking, her slender palm slowly moved towards Hoffa's lower abdomen.

But at this moment, Hoffa suddenly felt a thorn in his back, as if someone was poking the back of his neck with a red-hot poker. Miranda was also startled, and withdrew her hand.

Murderous!

He turned his head and saw nothing, but saw Aglaia in the distance, arms folded, staring at the white clouds in the sky.

The two looked at each other, and Miranda stuck out her tongue: "It seems that this money can't be earned."

At this time, there was a splash not far away.

Someone fell into the water.

There were a few tall Gryffindors who were extremely brave. They exaggeratedly showed off their muscles in front of the girls, and then they jumped into the lake like dumplings.

But after swimming less than one kilometer, they were tired. This is no ordinary swimming pool. After swimming another kilometer, several people turned around, jumped up, and tried to swim back.

They didn't swim for long, probably due to leg cramps, and they struggled violently in the water, screaming for help while struggling. The students on the shore watching and thinking were stunned.

At this time, huge tentacles rose from the water, directly picked up several drowned Gryffindors, and threw them back to the grass.

The group of more sensible students stood on the shore, looking at the drowned Gryffindor seventh-year students, they all felt sorry for them. After the excitement passed, they all discovered the problem.

This isn't a real pool party after all, it's serious to get to the other side of the lake and finish Professor De La Seth's class.

Standing on the shore of the lake, Hoffa looked at the lake, and then at the Scottish mountains blurred into a small dot in the distance, thinking that the teacher had a problem.

He can't swim, he is a complete landlubber, a land creature.

Fifty kilometers, must swim across.

The world swimming champion will die of exhaustion in it, which means that magic must be used, but in magic, there are not many spells that can float on the water, and Hoffa can't even know one. He fell into the water last year When I was a child, I never swam by myself.

"Have you figured it out?" Miranda asked.

"almost."

Hoffa nodded. In fact, he had several alternatives in mind.

The first is gills grass, the thing that Harry will eat in the future Triwizard Tournament, and that thing can give him the ability to swim. The second is shapeshifting, although his Animagus is not a fish, he can transform his body into a streamlined one. to increase speed.

Miranda: "Since you have an idea, I'll go first. Speaking of which, I really don't like swimming very much."

After finishing speaking, she snapped her fingers with her back to Hoffa.

A large transparent spherical barrier covered her whole body. She controlled the barrier, jumped into the lake, and then sank straight down.

At the bottom of the lake, she strolled leisurely towards the other side of the lake. She said she was walking, but in fact it was like walking in space. The speed was extremely fast, ten meters per step.

The students on the sidelines murmured in low voices: "Is that the Bubble Curse?"

"should be."

"Why does the Bubble Curse sink?"

"Maybe there are other spells used."

"How about we try it too?"

The bubble spell is not a difficult spell, and a group of students around them started to follow Miranda's example. But after they jumped into the water wrapped in bubbles, they couldn't even control the direction. They could only wave their limbs, drift with the current, bump into each other, let alone walk leisurely.

Hoffa thought to himself that he was not as good as his friend in terms of spells and magic control. A simple spell, cast by different people, had completely different effects.

On the other side, the prefect Sherlock, who was quite hot and hot, attracted a lot of attention.

She Shi Shiran took a step forward, and naturally fell back into the lake. When she fell in mid-air, she herself turned into a puddle of clear water, and disappeared without a trace the moment it hit the lake.

The people around immediately exclaimed: "It's amazing, what kind of spell is that?"

"I don't know, I didn't watch her chant the spell."

"Elemental assimilation spell, quite advanced magic."

Some senior students saw it and folded their arms in admiration.

Seeing that they could not swim to the other side by brute force, the Hogwarts students began to show their abilities. Some people inserted their hands into the lake to call the fish school, and swam to the other side with the help of the fish school. There were also senior students who walked directly onto the Black Lake, and the water they stepped on was turned blue by frost.

After most of the students had left, there were not many people left on the grass. Aglaia was still there, and Hoffa looked at her, wanting to speak to her.

But without saying a word, she sat cross-legged on the shore of the lake, directly separated an illusion from her body, and rushed to the other side of the lake in a flash.

The phantom had neither substance nor weight, like a phantom. In the blink of an eye, it rushed several kilometers across the lake.

Hoffa watched her curiously, wondering what it would be useful for her to send a phantom there.

Because the illusion is only an illusion, her entity still sits on the shore of the lake.

But what happened next made Hoffa stunned. She stood up, took a step forward, and disappeared in place.

The phantom that ran for several kilometers appeared in place, and then the phantom disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

She and her phantom had reversed positions.

Such a profound space magic. Hoffa was secretly surprised, this little girl has become so much stronger after not seeing her for a month, it's unimaginable.

Watching the students disappear one by one, Hoffa stopped watching. He went in the opposite direction and walked towards the school castle.

He asked Slughorn, the professor of potions, to borrow some gills to make up for his inability to swim. At this point, he has no qualms. Slughorn looked after him for a month at the end of his second year, and the two got along very well.

Since the Magical Creatures class is full participation, Hoffa didn't meet the students when he walked around the castle in swimming trunks. But when they reached the corridor on the third floor, the oil paintings on the wall woke up one after another. They saw a half-fruited man walking by. Some of the oil paintings covered their eyes shyly, and some began to accuse him sharply.

"Hello!"

"What grade are you in?"

"It's ugly!"

"Moral corruption!"

"Why don't you just take off your pants?"

"What style is that? It's still tight!"

"Are the current trends so disgusting?"

Hoffa covered his ears, pretending not to hear. But at this moment, a few ghosts floated over from the other end of the corridor. There are men and women, they wear long pleated skirts, like a group of young women going to a tea party in the Middle Ages, but the attitude of the ghosts is much more open than that of oil paintings.

Silver-white ghosts floated past Hoffa, covering their mouths and snickering.

"Hey! Where's your dress?"

"Is today Halloween?"

"It's nice to be young."

"I was about the same size as you when I was alive"

There is also a female ghost who always walks around Hoffa's body, lingering for a long time, as if she wants to touch him, and her movements are a bit erotic. Although they couldn't really touch Hoffa, it caused his body heat to be taken away quickly.

Finally, Hoffa couldn't help asking angrily:

"What are you looking at, haven't you ever seen Hogwarts in a swimsuit?"

"Never seen it," said a ghost honestly. "I wish I could try it."

"Depend on!!"

When they reached the Potions Office on the third floor, the ghosts who were watching finally dispersed.

He knocked on the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a half-bald head poked out. The obese Slughorn was smoking a cigarette. When he saw a naked student standing in front of him, he almost swallowed the cigarette. He yelled angrily:

"Hey! What's your situation?"

"Professor, it's me."

Hoffa waved the smoke away with a wave of his hand.

"You!" Slughorn saw the person coming, his eyes widened, and his expression eased a lot, "Hoffa, why are you dressed like this? Did you mess with a girl you shouldn't have messed with?"

"What are you thinking, Professor."

Hoffa was speechless, and he spread his hands: "Can you lend me some gill grass, I need it for my magic creature class."

"Why do you use gill grass in the magical creature class?"

"Swimming, Professor."

"Fatier Drasses's course?"

"That's right."

"He let you swim?"

"That's right."

"No wonder, I should have thought of it earlier, this old lunatic."

Slughorn slapped his head: "What a lunatic, who would invite him to class, and want to train the entire Hogwarts to become a devil?"

After complaining a few times to himself, Slughorn came back to his senses and pressed Hoffa's shoulder: "Come on, come in quickly, don't freeze, kid. I'll get it for you right now."

He enthusiastically dragged Hoffa into the office. Slughorn's office was as warm and luxurious as ever, with a blazing fire burning in the fireplace, without the cold style of Snake Court.

Slughorn: "It's you. It's you. You actually thought of using gills. It seems that you have put a lot of effort into potions. You must have been inspired by one of my classes. Right, it must be so.”

Slughorn opened the warehouse and began to rummage through the boxes with a full stomach. At this time, Hoffa saw a vague figure lying on the sofa beside him. Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Tom Riddle.

He was slumped on the couch, unconscious and soundly asleep.

With his back to Hoffa, Slughorn said in a loud voice: "I just picked him up from the school hospital. This poor kid is not very stable recently and has severe lethargy. He can't go to the magical creature competition like you." Class is over."

"Well," Hoffa replied absently, his attention was always on Tom Riddle who was half lying down.

But at the moment Tom Riddle is in a comatose state of being treated. He closed his eyes tightly and didn't make the slightest sound.

Walking up to him and standing still, Hoffa could feel some subtle whispers, which were not real at all. The voice came from Riddle's body. It sounded like two people were whispering. He wanted to squat down to confirm this. Is it my own hallucination.

Footsteps came from behind.

Hoffa straightened and looked back at Slughorn. The fat potions teacher handed over a bottle. When I took a look, it wasn't the seaweed-like plant written in the original book, but a small bottle of green potion.

"This doesn't seem to be gill grass." Hoffa asked.

"I'm the professor of Potions class. If you want cheek grass, you should ask the teacher of Herbal Medicine class!"

Slughorn puffed up his stomach, and pointed at Hoffa lovingly with his stubby fingers: "This is the mermaid potion, boy, ten years old, the effect is very strong, very strong, pay attention to the dosage. This is stronger than the effect of gills. too much."

Oh, Hoffa thought, anything that lets itself swim is a good thing.

He thanked Slughorn and turned away.

But when he reached the door, Slughorn couldn't help calling him back.

"child."

"What's the matter, Professor?" Hoffa turned his head curiously.

Slughorn hesitated for a moment, then walked over to Hoffa, who smelled a strong smell of snuff.

"Listen, Bach. It's not a good way to say it, but"

After a pause, the fat professor lowered his voice solemnly:

"Fatiel Drasses was the teacher of the dark wizard Grindelwald in the early years, you must be careful not to be too influenced by him."