Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The next day, Hoffa woke up very early. Since his internship at St. Mungo's Hospital, he has hardly gotten up after six o'clock.

After waking up, the course list has been placed on the bedside table.

Hoffa picked it up and saw that there was a transformation class on the first day. And on Friday afternoon, it was their third grade new course, Magic Biology.

This class of this era is still called Magic Biology. If Hoffa remembers correctly, this thing for later generations should be called Magic Biology Protection. The teacher is Ruber Hagrid.

But now, Hagrid himself can't even see the shadow, and this course is still taken by the father of Aglaia, who has never met, which makes him full of curiosity about this course.

He lay on the bed and turned over the course list to see what day Dumbledore’s class was. He still had the idea of ​​asking Dumbledore for questioning. But after flipping through it, he found that the curse class on the timetable was missing. Most of the entire timetable was potions and herbalism.

These two courses are so many. Almost squeezed out the position of many unpopular subjects before. Arithmetic divination, divination, astronomy lessons, ancient magic texts, and even spells, all these lessons are gone.

The school arranged this way, Hoffa could understand, after all, the most important thing in the war years is medicine, and one more medicine may be more life. But it was a bit too much to allocate the time for the spell class... After all, spells are also a very important subject!

Some helplessly put down the school schedule, Hoffa got up to change clothes and wash.

No matter how the environment changes, he has to adapt.

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At breakfast, Hoffa met Miranda and Aglaia, and of course the strange blond prefect, Sherlock Pohan.

The senior senior was always by Miranda and Aglaia. As long as Hoffa appeared in her sight, the senior Bohan would definitely show an impeccable smile, doing this and that for the two girls.

However, Miranda was very polite and perfunctory to her, and Aglaia was silent most of the time with her.

This makes Hoffa both puzzled and fun. She seems to want to take her place and become Miranda and Aglaia's new friend.

It doesn't matter who his two friends associate with Hoffa. Ravenclaw is not an academy that focuses too much on interpersonal communication.

But the look in the eyes of the Pohan-level chief looking at the thief, like a miser, made him a little unhappy. Does he look like a pervert? What on earth is she being wary of.

Unfortunately, during the first transformation class, Prefect Bohan finally couldn't stick Miranda and Aglaia anymore. Because she is in the fifth grade, she has her own class.

When Hoffa stepped into the deformation class classroom, he found that this year's deformation class had changed a lot.

He even thought he came to an empty room. The top of the room was painted black and the bottom was painted white. It looks pretty weird.

All the books and props left by Dumbledore and Osivia were removed, leaving nothing behind. There are no desks, chairs, blackboards, and projections.

When Hoffa was stunned, Miranda also entered the room. She frowned and looked at the classroom: "The color of this classroom is reversed."

She rubbed her chin and asked Hoffa, "Have you seen this Professor Jacob Bohan?"

"I have seen it." Hoffa paused: "But I have only seen it twice."

"Oh..." Miranda thought for a while, then asked Aglaia on the other side, "What is your relationship with him."

Aglaia said briefly: "Mother's brother."

"This year's school teacher was hired by your family?"

Miranda joked: "It's both an uncle and a father, no wonder they want to install a safe for you."

"What safe?" Aglaia puzzled.

"It's the prefect who walks around you every day for fear of being abducted by others. Isn't she also surnamed Bohan?"

Aglaia turned his head, not wanting to take the topic.

At this time, all the student troops came.

Seeing this empty classroom, they shouted.

"Wow, what's the situation?"

"Where is the desk?"

"real or fake....."

"Did you come to the wrong place."

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"You didn't come to the wrong place."

A loud but somewhat ethereal voice came from behind.

The crowd turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man walking slowly, walking through the crowd and standing in the middle of the classroom. He opened his arms and smiled with a spring breeze expression: "This is the teaching mode I want, please sit down."

sit?

Hoffa looked at the snow-white surface, thinking that it was too weird. The ground was painted white and it would be black after a while.

Transformation class Hoffa's best course. Whether it was Dumbledore in the first grade or Osivia in the second grade, he learned a lot from these teachers.

But the question is, there are no deformed materials in this classroom, how can I change it? What is he going to teach?

Professor Bohan took the lead to sit down, so other students also sat down in the empty room. The picture is a bit like a lecture by an ancient Greek philosopher.

Miranda sat next to Hoffa, and Aglaia sat next to the other girl, ignoring Miranda and Hoffa.

Miranda looked at Aglaia's indifferent profile and asked, "How on earth did you offend her?"

"I..." Before Hoffa had time to explain, he felt that someone was looking at him. It turned out to be Professor Bohan. He immediately stopped whispering.

After the classroom was quiet, the teacher of the deformation class sitting cross-legged raised a finger:

"Transfiguration, among all disciplines, is the discipline closest to the origin of all things. Understand all things, understand all things, and finally control all things.

Those who don't know anything about the world, those who are self-righteous, those wizards who don't understand the desire to listen to all things, have deviated from the path of transformation from the moment they were born. "

When this paragraph was said, the students were all dumbfounded. The dissatisfied students sat up straight.

This guy, something... Hoffa thought.

Bohan: "In my opinion, the origin of wizards is spirit, and the combination of magic is one. Any magic is the art of spiritual control of magic. And the master of this kind of art is deformation, a kind of Only a few people can taste the beauty."

"Hiss~" Some of the students groaned in a low voice.

Jacob Bohan described emotionally as if it made the students feel the temptation of ****, and they couldn't wait to taste the wonderful meaning of the professor's mouth right away.

Professor Bohan seemed very satisfied with the effect. He propped his knees: "But before the formal class, I want to ask about the real progress of your studies. Where did you go last year?"

A Ravenclaw next to him immediately handed over a list of last year's schoolwork.

After looking at last year's lesson list, Jacob shook his head and left it aside.

"Human body deformation? This external transformation is too low-level."

"Call..."

A low hiss sounded in the classroom.

Hoffa frowned. Whether it was Osivia, Dumbledore, or his own secret book of transformation, they all deformed the human body, and animagus was highly respected.

But to the professor's mouth, the human body has turned into a low-level deformity, so arrogant?

Professor Bohan continued to talk: "I have always disdain to make fuss on the surface. In my opinion, only a wizard who can completely control the spirit and magic is worthy of being a true wizard."

He raised a finger again: "So, in this year's course, I will teach you the real ---Magic deformation."

After speaking, a transparent purple flower bloomed on his fingertips.

The flower slowly coiled up and gradually turned into a tangled transparent flower stalk. The picture was beautiful and magnificent.

Hoffa's eyes widened, and he immediately remembered.

This...he actually saw this scene last year. When he and Osivia were in the ancient library, when they were attacked by the phantoms of ancient wizards, they had seen them use their magical powers to conjure illusory weapons to fight against themselves.

Magical deformation...Is that so?

Jacob looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him attentively. He nodded in satisfaction. He raised his hand to remove the magic and smiled and said, "This is the reason why I didn't put things in the classroom, a real transformation. Master, you don’t need to use any foreign objects to prove yourself."

Jacob Bohan: "Take out your magic wand, feel your magic power with your heart, and then release it smoothly."

The students sitting on the ground took out their magic wands with expressions eager to try. With the magic wand, they quickly guided the magic power to condense a little bit of magic on the top of the magic wand, which is not too difficult for a wizard.

Hoffa didn't move. He didn't have a magic wand. Although a small number of combat skills could still be used, he was a little stretched out of ordinary learning and practice.

Seeing that Hoffa hadn't moved, Jacob Bohan just wanted to ask a question when he put a magic wand into his hand. It turned out to be Miranda. She gave Hoffa her wand.

Hoffa raised his wand and began to refill the count.

(Miranda’s wand feels like a chopstick)

Jacob Bohan turned his gaze to Miranda, who had no magic wand: "Miss Goshak?"

Miranda raised a finger and freely released a ball of magic floating like water droplets through the finger.

"The superb magical control is really the offspring of Adbe Gosak." He looked at Miranda very appreciatively.

"Ravenclaw adds thirty points!"

Thirty minutes, this has been considered very generous among the teachers in the transformation class.

Hoffa looked at Miranda, his fingers erected quietly, but he couldn't release his magic power like Miranda without using a magic wand.

He still lacks the accuracy of magic control.

"How did you do it, cast without a rod?" Hoffa asked Miranda in a low voice.

"Meditation." Miranda said with a smile, her expression very Buddhist.

Meditation? Huo Faifa calmed his mind and controlled the magic of his body to flow to his fingertips, but he felt very jerky, something he had never done before.

"Don't worry." Miranda whispered: "Wandless casting is a very long learning process. It involves a complicated understanding of the human body. Take it slowly."

While Hoffa tried to cast the spell without a wand, other students were already deforming their magic. I have to say that children at this age have fantastic imaginations, and they wield their magic wands. They waved their magic wands, and the magic bubbles in the air quickly began to deform.

Some transformed into beasts, some became huge trees, some became airplane cannons, and some even became beautiful beauties.

Looking at the practice of the surrounding students, Hoffa felt "something is missing".

In the past two years, the transformation education he has received is to change the structure of things without destroying its essence.

He thought that when he had a wand before, he often changed the attributes of the wand, which was powerful. And the sharpness is so sharp, that is to change the structure of things. And to change the wand back again does not change its essence.

But the magical deformation in front of him did not involve any structural or essential changes. If you insist, this deformation is more like a trick, purely a trick to change the appearance.

But it’s wrong to think so, because just last year, those ancient wizards and phantoms used their magic to transform and gave Hoffa a very impressive lesson, which was a real injury.

He was puzzled, and finally he chose to raise his hand to ask questions.

Professor Bohan nodded: "Please speak, Bach."

"Professor, would you like to ask, does your magical deformation involve structural changes?"

"Of course." Jacob said lightly.

"But I just took a closer look, the original magic is still magic, it..."

Before Hoffa's words fell, Professor Bohan's fingers were close together, and a thin invisible blade appeared at the fingertips, about half a meter, like thin ice about to melt.

Afterwards, the invisible blade flashed by, and Hoffa was shocked. He reacted extremely quickly and raised his arm, and a transparent shield appeared in front of his arm. But the shield did not block the damage.

The thin ice-like invisible blade turned strangely, flashed past the shield, and after cutting off a few hairs in front of Hoffa's forehead, the invisible was eliminated.

There was no sound in the empty classroom.

Jacob Bohan smiled slightly: "Modest, Mr. Bach, first condense the magic."

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