171 Chapter 38, Teacher's Conditions

After the first magical creature class, the selected students will continue to teach the rest of the courses taught by Draces, growing up with dragons in the Scottish mountains.

And Hoffa went back to school alone. The unselected students were shocked when they saw him come back. In their perception, Hoffa had already crossed the Black Lake, so why was he still dismissed.

However, his appearance also made those students who failed the selection relax a lot.

"He didn't get picked, what's there to be sad about?"

Students say that all the time.

To be honest, this loss caused Hoffa a certain degree of trouble, but it only stayed at the level of ordinary trouble. It's not like he hasn't experienced a situation much worse than this.

Since losing the election has become a fact, he can only accept it. He had to find time elsewhere to learn how to cast spells without a wand.

September ended in a storm, and October came. The weather during this period is always the most difficult for Hogwarts. The sky is gray, the sun cannot be seen, the climate is half-cold, the continuous rain and the slugs crawling in the shadows of the castle always make people feel depressed.

As time passed day by day, the school's homework deepened day by day, and the two heaviest subjects were still herbs and potions.

With dozens of students taken away by Fatir, the academic pressure on the remaining students has intensified. In the Hufflepuff herb greenhouse, people shuttled back and forth every day, and in the underground potion classroom of Slytherin, it was also smoky all day long.

Potions class a month later.

Slughorn: "Just be quiet, please! Hurry up, there's a lot to do this afternoon! We haven't completed even a tenth of the thirty orders from the Ministry of Magic!

Slytherin team, you are in charge of enchanting potions.

Ravenclaw team, you are in charge of white meat.

Hufflepuff team, you are responsible for the quick hemostatic potion. "

Gryffindor, don't talk, Gryffindor, you are in charge of the antidote, and you must finish dispensing the medicine before get out of class ends. Good luck and don't forget to wear protective gloves! "

One after another, students from each college left their stools and walked towards the podium.

Hoffa is no exception. If he was not selected to train the dragon, he has to do this kind of work. There is no way. After collecting the materials, he returned to his roommate William.

William: "Yo, bro, we gotta make the craziest potion today!"

"Well."

William: "Brother, let me tell you, Hufflepuff fourth year Julie is very interested in you."

Hoffa said dryly, "Yeah, that would be great."

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

Hoffa: "Leingen, pass it to me."

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

Hoffa, absent-minded, cuts at Lane's roots.

William whispered, "Listen bro, that girl's circle is full of beautiful women, if we can get in"

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

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

Hoffa

Since there is no wand, transfiguration and spelling of potion ingredients is not possible. He sat next to his roommate William and collaborated with others in refining medicine.

This gave William a sense of accomplishment. He always told everyone that he and Hoffa were an inseparable team, and that he was Hoffa's most capable friend.

Hoffa disagreed, because excluding this year, the total number of words he and this roommate said in the past two years did not exceed 20 sentences.

A busy Potions class is over.

William said excitedly, "Hoffa, let's go to the fourth grade."

Hoffa: "Yeah"

While um, he saw Slughorn packing up his textbooks in front of the podium. Suddenly, an idea popped into Hoffa's mind.

Now that Miranda is gone, he has no teacher to learn to cast spells without a staff, but Slughorn knows a lot of knowledge, even the hidden knowledge of Horcruxes. Maybe he can help solve the predicament he is encountering now.

So he deliberately lagged behind, and dilly-dally packed his schoolbag.

William was impatient, so Hoffa casually found an excuse to let him go first. After saying goodbye to the students around one after another, only Hoffa and Slughorn were left in the Potions room.

"Come on, Hoffa, it's time for dinner," said Slughorn kindly, closing the gold clasp of his dragonskin briefcase.

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

"Then ask, dear boy, ask..."

"I want to ask, do you know... cast spells without a staff?"

"Casting without a wand?" Slughorn scratched his ear. "This is really confusing me. Why don't you just buy a new wand?"

"I went to Ollivander's, but there was no other wand for me."

"That's it." Slughorn pondered for a moment, "To be honest, I don't know much about casting spells without a staff. This skill is too ancient and very advanced. However, I suggest you ask your Transfiguration teacher about it. , Jacob Bohan."

"Huh? Professor Bohan, will he?"

"Have you ever seen him use a wand? I haven't seen him use a wand since he joined the job. I think he must have some accomplishments in this area."

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

This reminded Hoffa, and after he and Slughorn thanked him, he hurried to the Transfiguration office. Whether or not Jacob Bohan could cast spells without a staff, he had to give it a try.

The Office of Transfiguration is on the third floor. This office was used by Dumbledore in the first year. Standing at the door of this office, Hoffa returned to the summer vacation in a daze. He was standing in front of the dean's office after beating his boss. .

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

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

Not in the office. Did you go to eat?

Hoffa looked at the stone window hole. It was almost evening and the sky was dark. It's not surprising to say that I went to eat, but except for banquets, the professor usually eats in his office. If he is eating at the moment, he should still be in the office.

With that in mind, Hoffa planned to knock on the door again.

But just as he raised his arm, the door in front of him opened automatically, revealing the office behind him under the setting sun.

He walked slowly into the office.

Under the warm yellow sunset, the room is full of antique cabinets and furniture. On the desk, a few quill pens automatically sign documents. The signed documents automatically floated to the corner of the table and were neatly stacked.

There was a soft creak.

Hoffa turned around, only to see that the cabinet next to him opened automatically. His heart suddenly jumped up, what's going on?

But nothing scary came out of the closet. A neat towel flew out of the closet, floating in front of Hoffa, as if letting Hoffa hold him.

Hoffa spread his hands, and the wide towel immediately fell into 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 across the room.

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

Seeing this scene, Hoffa was stunned for a moment.

This is simply art.

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

Are these clothes telling me to go to the closet?

He walked near the cabinet full of fine ceramics. The cabinet rotated like a kaleidoscope, and it split open smoothly, revealing a dark corridor hidden behind it.

A gust of heat and humidity hit the face, and the sleeves of the clothes were raised again, signaling Hoffa to move forward.

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

The sound of isolated water rushed towards his face, and amid the rising heat, Hoffa was so horrified that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

This turned out to be a large bathroom. The luxurious chandelier with candles cast a warm light on the room. The floor was made of snow-white marble. There were about a hundred golden faucets beside the bathroom. There are some colorful abstract patterns hanging.

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

Hoffa finally knew why he was holding a bath towel, and the professor of Transfiguration who co-authored him was taking a bath at the moment! !

Although he was a man, he broke into another man's bathroom unexpectedly, and this man was also his teacher. This feeling was undoubtedly like ten thousand mud horses rumbling past his heart.

Jacob Bohan looked quite calm, he raised his arms, as if he ran into a student while shopping for vegetables on the street.

"Yo, Hoffa."

Hoffa was about to go out almost subconsciously: "Professor, I'm sorry, I...I don't know"

"I know you won't come." The other party said with a smile, "I forgot to bring towels and clothes. If you don't come, I won't be able to get out of this bath. I can't go to the room to get towels when I'm wet. If I meet you Colleagues are embarrassing."

What is the reason?

Hoffa's muscles tensed. He thought the scene was too weird.

Looking at the expression of the boy at the door, the man in the bath waved his hand: "Ha, just kidding, what do you want from me?"

"fine."

Hoffa quickly waved his hand and put the towel on the stone platform beside him: "I'll come later."

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

"Wizards don't run away." He said and stood up from the water with a splash. He walked to the side cabinet, opened the cabinet, took out a few glasses from it, and started pouring wine.

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

This scene made Hoffa feel hot eyes. At the same time flustered, he glanced at his magic watch. Damn. Too busy to store 0.3X mana during this time.

Jacob Bohan poured a glass of wine, casually grasped it, and threw two lumps of ice into it.

"Why, what's the matter with you coming to me? Don't you know how to do your homework?"

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

"Well, casting without a staff. Your target is not small."

He walked to Hoffa, put a glass of wine on the stone platform beside him, and then sat back by the bathtub: "What do you think about casting spells without a wand?"

The weird atmosphere made Hoffa uncomfortable, and it was even more impossible for him to drink that glass of wine, so he said dryly.

"I don't have any opinions, I just know that this is a skill that needs to be learned and practiced hard."

"It's not bad." Bohan raised his head and drank a glass of wine: "Then since you're here, let me ask by the way, why didn't Professor Draces accept you?"

"Um." Hoffa didn't expect him to mention this suddenly. After thinking for a while, he said, "Because I can't meet his request."

"That's it," Bohan smiled, "you don't have to be discouraged, there are almost no people who can meet his requirements, and I can't either."

"What?" Hoffa couldn't believe it.

"you?"

"He used to be my teacher." Jacob Bohan said jokingly, "Don't look at him as a boy, 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?"

"Not even a pure elf. He doesn't age. There must be other reasons."

After a pause, Bohan said again: "You have found the right person. I know a little bit about casting spells without a stick. However, if you ask the teacher to give you a small recipe, you have to do something."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hoffa's goosebumps fell all over the ground. He looked up, but a cloud of white mist drifted past the waist of the other party, and he didn't see anything.

"What?" he asked cautiously.

Jacob Bohan: "Compared with the current teaching mode, I prefer the teaching mode of ancient Greece. Do you know the teaching mode of ancient Greece?

"have no idea."

The other party switched topics quickly, and Hoffa felt that he couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"Choice." Jacob Bohan said: "Those teachers in ancient Greece paid great attention to choices.

They don't teach their knowledge to anyone without thinking. Because they know that some people can accept their ideas, and there are many people who do not accept them. "

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, saying: "Socrates chose Plato, and Plato chose Aristotle.

They can always find a 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 solemn: "You want to learn to cast spells without a stick, that's fine. I can make you my real student and teach you the skills of casting spells without a stick, but I also need you to prove yourself, to prove that you can be my disciple."

Hoffa felt relieved: "How to prove yourself?"

"Oh, very simple."

He emerged from the water, stood beside Hoffa, took the towel he had brought, and wiped the beads of water off his arms.

"I remember Ravenclaw teaching that fairness is a very important part. At Halloween, the students who go out to train dragons will go back to school. I guess there will be some undercurrents and conflicts among the students.

If conflict arises, stop it, whatever you do. Be fair and just, and I will teach you the mysteries of casting spells without a staff. "