Since Hoffa's mind was still thinking about how to get the library's metamorphosis books, he didn't pay much attention to Miranda's request. He replied casually, "Okay, I'll go." ”

Miranda continued to whisper, "Palio was going to discuss with the Dean to make her a Seeker directly, but unfortunately, that guy Goshawk didn't think that first-year students could participate in Quidditch, so he only let her be a substitute. ”

Hoffa was a little surprised, wasn't that the same treatment as Harry, if Goshawk was a little looser, he would be a first-year Seeker again.

He turned his head to look at the girl in the middle of the crowd, thinking that this guy was a template for the main character. The Seeker, that's the king of the team. Famous people from previous lives were basically very good at Quidditch.

Jaime, Harry, Malfoy, Cedric, Cho, Chang, Krum, Ginny.

And so on and so forth.

Hoffa used to think she was a bit like Hermione, but now it seems that she has decided to do something wrong. She's an all-rounder.

......

If Hoffa thinks that compromises that settle matters work, he is very wrong.

What happened next once again refreshed his three views.

On Friday, Hoffa had two classes to attend.

Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions lessons.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts class of this era has not yet been spelled, it is just an ordinary class. The teacher was a retired old Auror named Aratia Meleth. He is also the Director of Gryffindor.

He is very kind and humorous when he teaches younger students, and he is basically telling stories to the students. Vampires, werewolves, black goblins, ..... all sorts of monsters he faced when he was younger. If Hoffa was not mistaken, he should have been the last normal teacher in Defence Against the Dark Arts class. As he retires after 7 years of teaching, Tom Riddle wants to get the position after graduation.

But after being rejected by Dumbledore and the others, Tom Riddle cursed the position. Since then, no teacher has ever been able to stay in this position for more than a year.

After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning, Potions class came in the afternoon.

The professor of Potions was Slughoggen, the head of Slytherin House. Hoffa had an idea for a library signature while he was having lunch.

Slughorn was a talkative man compared to Snape in later generations, and he would even give the secrets of the Horcruxes to Voldemort. also gave his unbearable memories to Harry Potter.

But the premise of all this is that you can get his approval.

That's right, Slughorn only associates with students he considers valuable, who he sees as promising, and who he sees as the most precious collection of his life. After he retired, he preferred to return to the world in order to become Harry's teacher.

To put it simply, this person is not only judged by his appearance, but also has some snobbery.

But he wasn't bad-eyed, and if Hoffa could get his approval, get a signed book from the library from him. It shouldn't be difficult.

After all, people can even teach Voldemort the secrets of Horcruxes, so what is a signature.

Usually Hoffa is very casual in class, but today he went straight to the bathroom after eating, cleaned up his appearance, and then combed his black hair neatly behind his head.

This made him look a lot more energetic, and he was not ugly in the first place. After dressing up carefully, he is still a little handsome.

With a good first impression and then a bit of positivity, Hoffa felt he should be able to get Slughorn's attention.

The Potions classroom is in the basement of Hogwarts. It's darker than the main castle building above, and along the walls are glass jars, soaked in taxidermy animals, and mutant body parts. Hoffa thought it was interesting, and the Slytherin common room was supposed to be nearby.

Upon entering the door, the basement was filled with a faint mist, filled with all kinds of strange smells, and many bubbling crucibles.

Hoffa looked over one by one, and he recognized all the potions that were being made. Thanks to his above-average spirit, he had memorized more than half of his potions books. If Slughorn had to ask questions, he felt he could stand out.

The classroom table in the basement is round because of the crucible in the middle.

Slytherin students sit at a table, as do Ravenclaw students. As a result, Hoffa had to sit at the same table with Aglaia.

And this time, it was very unfortunate that Slytherin's table was very close to Ravenclaw, and Tom Riddle, the future Great Demon King, was sitting opposite Hoffa.

The feeling of being attacked in the abdomen and back made Hoffa uncomfortable, but he didn't show it.

Soon after he sat down, the door to the underground classroom opened, and before the Slughorn could show up, the big belly had already come out. What follows is a man with a sepiolite silver pipe.

He was wearing a tight jacket that had collapsed, much younger than he had been fifty years later, not bald, but fatter.

He smiled, like a giant smoking walrus.

Upon entering the basement, Slughorn first glanced over the student, and stayed on Aglaia and Tom Riddle for a little longer. Because these two people are the most outstanding in appearance.

Then, he picked up the roster and glanced at it, and began to roll call.

Hoffa thought to himself that the purpose of this roll call was probably just to see if there were any descendants of big families or famous wizards among his students.

So, when he clicked Tom Marvolo, he was a little surprised. One more glance at Tom in the crowd. Marvolo of the Gaunt family is also a famous figure.

Hoffa felt that Alexander, Voldemort was more handsome than him, and Voldemort still had the aura of Salazar Slytherin. If you want to win this person's favor, you have to be extremely prominent, otherwise you will be like Ron, and he will not even be able to remember his name. Not to mention getting a signature to the forbidden book section.

After the name was counted, Slughorn spat out a smoke ring and said happily, "Okay, students, please take out the scales, the medicine bag, and the textbook "Magic Potions and Potions". ”

There was a clattering of things in the classroom.

Hoffa is a little lost, is this the class?

"But......" said Slughorn again, "before I have prepared a few potions to open your eyes. Let me give you a taste of the amazing magic of potions. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the fizzling, smoky cauldron of the Slytherin table and asked, "Can anyone answer what this medicine is?"

Here it is! Hoffa was excited, and immediately raised his palms high.

Slughorn nodded happily as he saw someone raise his hand.

"Very well, you say. ”

Hoffa stood up and said: "The cold-fighting elixir is made of daisy root and licorice juice in a ratio of one to nine, plus seal fat and mouse spleen, which is mostly used in Northern Europe and Siberia. ”

"Back to the very right. ”

Slughorn said loudly.

"What's your name. (He didn't remember Hoffa's name.) ）

"Hoffa Bach, sir. ”

"Bach yes, good, Ravenclaw plus five points. ”

Slughorn nodded to Hoffa and sat him down.

Hoffa was overjoyed, it seemed that he had made a good first impression on Slughorn, and when he finished the course, he might be able to stay and ask for an autograph.

Aglaia cupped her arms and snorted disdainfully.

Tom Riddle of the Slytherin table leaned back in his chair with interest.

Slughorn paced over to another cauldron with a gray solvent and asked, "Now, who can tell me what this potion is?" ”

There was no doubt that Hoffa's palm was pointing to the sky again.

Slughorn looked surprised: "Bach, very good, you can talk about it." ”

Hoffa stood up again and said, "Petrochemical potion." It is made of rocky warbler eggs, fire ash snake eggs, rock moss, and a crypt spider's eye, which is non-venomous, and its effect is to put people into a brief petrified state, which lasts about 15 minutes. ”

"Very accurate, very accurate! Ravenclaw adds five more points. ”

Slaenhorn spat out a puff of cigarette and showed an admiring expression, he turned to the student and said, "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you write it down?"

There was a rustling of parchment, and even Tom Riddle picked up a quill.

But only one person remained motionless.

It was Aglaia, who leaned back in her chair, rubbing her chin and staring at Hoffa with a suspicious look.

She begins to wonder about Hoffa's purpose.

Hoffa noticed Aglaea's ghostly gaze, but he didn't care. His whole mind was on Slughorn. As long as you can get a good impression and get an autograph, then you can get that metamorphosis book from the forbidden area.

When the students had finished taking notes, Slughorn moved to a pot of light purple cauldrons.

"Is there a ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, one palm pointed to the sky.

But this time it's not Hoffa.

It's Aglaia.

Hoffa didn't expect to kill halfway through, and Slughorn didn't expect it either.

He bit his pipe and froze.

"Miss Drashis, you..... Any questions?"

Aglaia stood up directly.

Pointing to the lilac cauldron, he said: "Fear potion, drinking it will make people hallucinogenic effects, and if there are enough of them, it will also cause mental trauma, more than 100 years of old technology." (She shakes her head disdainfully) The ingredients are crow feathers, short antlers, and a little black elf blood. It stands to reason that the potion is scarlet, but in order to make it look more deceptive, you added a purple mountain flower to it. (She smacks her mouth) --- a clumsy tactic, but it's enough to deceive some people.

Her eyes were fixed on Hoffa, "I'm afraid that some people with shallow knowledge will think that it is a recovery potion, and they will not hesitate to drink it." ”

Hoffa took a deep breath, his teeth clenched into the inside of his lower lip, and sat in his chair without speaking.

Slughorn's eyes were full of surprise, but it wasn't over yet.

Aglaia pointed to another crucible that glowed with a glittering green light.

"Fluorescent potions, made from the sap of the Treant, the Shimmer Mushroom, and the Ghost Skin, can achieve a shiny glow-in-the-dark effect. Ancient shamans accidentally discovered it when certain animals were courting. But for me, if you can add a little chameleon scale to the potion, it will make this fluorescent effect richer and more long-lasting......"

(A minute later, she's the only one left in the basement.) Hoffa's face was pale, and Slughorn's eyes were full of amazement. ）

Aglaia: "...... This one is a lightening potion, making your body as light as a feather. The ingredients you use are eagle feathers, flying fungus, and moon wings. But for me, this method is too old-fashioned, and it only takes a drop of purified siren blood to achieve the same effect......."

(After a minute)

Aglaia: "..... anti-wolf potion, while targeting werewolves, if you can add a little wailing deathknell, you can achieve the same effect on those filthy elements in the human race, which is a bit of a pity that you didn't do it......"

(A minute later, Slughorn is sweating profusely)

“...... Of course, I don't think that the potions in this basement are all meritorious, for example, I think the sleeping potion you have made is very unique, it can not only put the depressed wizard to sleep, but also make the patient feel as if he is falling asleep naturally. ”

Aglaia pointed to a pot of colorless and transparent liquid in front of him, and complimented him, which made Slughorn look relieved.

But then the girl said:

"It's just that due to the irresistible properties of the Sleeping Elixir, this potion is controlled by the Ministry of Magic and should not be used in the classrooms of junior students. I think you're probably going to take it as a plus, but in case some people lack self-control......."

Slughorn began to sweat again.

I don't know how many minutes passed, but the silver-haired girl in the center of the classroom finally ended her long speech. She crossed her arms and glanced around the classroom, smiling sarcastically at the sight of Hoffa.

Finally, with a trembling handkerchief, Slughorn took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Hoarse: "You ..... you, you and the president of the European Association of Pharmacists, Igor Moisés, ......"

Aglaia scoffed, "He was my incompetent great-grandfather." ”

All the students gasped.

Hoffa slumped in his chair and threw his head back to exhale. The face is like ashes.

"Sure enough," Slughorn clapped his hands, "Talented, talented, you're a natural potions wizard!"

At this moment, he looked at Aglaia as if he was looking at a peerless jade.

As for who Hoffa was, he had long forgotten.

The whole class applauded after Slughorn, but Hoffa didn't, he even closed his eyes. He was afraid that he would not be able to contain the anger in his eyes.

......

After class, Slughorn happily shouted to Aglaia.

"By the way, Miss Dartseth, I have a small dinner party on the third of next month, and a few senior students, do you have time to enjoy it?"

Aglaia frowned, and she hesitated for a second.

Then she saw Hoffa, whose face was gloomy, and immediately showed a look of surprise. She nodded pleasantly to Slughorn and smiled sweetly.

"It is an honor, sir. ”

Huo Fa strode out of the door, and at this moment he was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

All fucking messed up!

It's all smashed!

Now that Slughorn only has Agrea in his eyes, how can he get an autograph?