Soon, it was Friday, the time for the first magical creatures class.

It was the first formal magical creature class that Hoffa had taken at school, if not formal, of course. In fact, he learned a lot about magical beasts in the first grade.

Poison Leopards, Curled Winged Demons, Thunderbirds, Centaurs, etc.

However, since the death of the Forbidden Woodmen and the explosion at the school, it is hard for Hoffa to imagine any other magical creatures in Hogwarts.

He was a little curious about the content of this class. I'm even more curious about what kind of person Aglaia's father is, and he even has a pigeon at the opening banquet.

The site of the magical biology class was placed at the junction of the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake, and it had rained this morning, and the sky was a crisp pale gray, and the grass under his feet was wet and elastic to step on.

When Hoffa arrived with his textbooks, there were many, many students waiting here. They stood on the grass in red, blue, green, and yellow wizards' robes, and there were so many of them that Hoffa almost thought that there was a Quidditch game here.

It seems that both the upperclassmen and the underclassmen want to be selected for the special training in the Magical Creatures class in order to get away from the heavy workload 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 horizontally and vertically, and some neatly folded gray clothes were placed on the tables.

If you look closely, these clothes are actually swimsuits.

What this is for, Hoffa doesn't quite understand. Why do you have to prepare a swimsuit and not a magical creature in a magical biology class.

Just as the students present were discussing,

There was a violent wave of magic in the center of the crowd.

The crowd quickly dispersed.

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

He wears a black wizard's fur coat, several silver scimitars tied around his waist, and his silver hair is tied into a ponytail. It looks very lean. It's just that in stark contrast to his lean appearance, it's his eyes. His eyelids drooped, he looked like he had just woken up, and with his thin slightly hunched body like a bamboo pole, his whole person looked listless to the extreme.

"Shhh He exhaled a puff of smoke and asked, "Are you all here?"

Seeing the young man with a cigarette in his mouth and walking out of nothingness, Hoffa narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, he looked at the other party's silver hair. Glancing at Aglaia, who was standing beside Sherlock Bohan in the crowd, a sense of utter derangement of absurdity came over him.

Could it be that this boy who looks no more than two years older than himself? Actually, Aglaia's ...... Father?

Is it really her father?

Fake it.

You know, Aglaia's mother has crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but he still looks about the same age as herself.

Who can stand this!

Could it be that it has something to do with the elven blood in him? The elves in the myth seem to live a long life.....

He turned his head mechanically, staring at Aglaia's face, hoping to see some clue in it. But there was no expression on her face at all, almost numbness, just clenched into fists.

Not only Hoffa was surprised. The other students were equally surprised. However, Hoffa guessed that he was Aglaia's father, but the other students were surprised because of his attitude.

Fatil Drazes' words just spoke.

A tall Gryffindor student stood up, "Hey, who are you?"

"My name is Fatil Saloyan Drashis. You call me Fatil. The tall and thin man hunched his back and said without much energy.

"Fatil?"

The surrounding students exclaimed in disbelief.

"You're the Magical Creatures teacher?"

"Hey, how old are you?" exclaimed one of the girls on the spot.

"This is my privacy, miss. He exhaled a puff of cigarette and said.

"Skinny and young ......"

The tall Gryffindor crossed his arms and looked Fatil up and down: "What are you kidding, you have to eat a curse to deceive people!"

Fatil pointed to the silver faculty sign on his chest, not explaining too much.

The signage couldn't be faked, and the students began to whisper.

"This guy is really a teacher....."

"Is the headmaster really crazy?"

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

"Relatives can't do it, does he think Hogwarts is his home?"

......

As he spoke, several more red-robed Gryffindors surrounded him.

"Hey, teacher, do you want to prove yourself first?"

Hofa narrowed his eyes and stood beside him without saying a word, he could understand the displeasure of the Gryffindors, this Fatil looked like he was only about the fifth grade, younger than the average person present, how could the sixth and seventh graders be convinced.

He was also curious as to how the seemingly young professor could shock these unruly Gryffindor seniors.

But Fatil didn't make any extra moves, he just took a puff of cigarette on the spot decadently, and said calmly: "If you fall in love, don't get out." ”

As soon as these words came out, several Gryffindors gasped, raised their arms with wide eyes. The vicious actions were directly ignored by Professor Drazes.

He exhaled a smoke ring, looked around, and asked weakly, "What are you holding in your hands, bricks?"

"Textbooks. Someone replied.

"Oh, I thought you were going to build a wall with this thing. Drazeth sneered lightly.

The students glanced at the textbooks in their hands one after another, revealing inexplicable expressions. Hoffa immediately found common ground in this guy and Aglaia. Speaking causticly turns out that it can be inherited...... It's just that this guy didn't look at his daughter from beginning to end.

Is Aglaia really her own?

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, and lit another one, looking no different from a street thug:

"Before I came, Headmaster Duppert told me that this year Hogwarts will do whatever it takes to produce elites. Do you want to be an elite?"

"I want to ....." the student replied without confidence, not knowing what medicine the young teacher was selling.

"Then throw away the textbooks in your hands. He said lazily.

"Why?" said someone who immediately objected with disgruntle.

Drazeth: "Because it's useless. ”

The corners of the crowd's mouths twitched, and some people sneered at each other, they were very unhappy with the young professor, "Textbooks teach us magic knowledge, without knowledge, how to become an elite." ”

"Oh, it's very simple. Fatil Drazes spat out a puff of smoke rings, "Let's play." ”

The student couldn't help it, and the crowd began to snicker, and then, the snickering turned into laughter. The skinny boy stood in the crowd and smoked, without stopping them at all.

Hoffa couldn't help but glance at Aglaia, only to see that her face was flushed and pale, and her eyes were full of incomprehension and strangeness.

At this point, the laughter of the students ended, and a Slytherin student stepped forward and sneered, "Professor Drasheth, we are not here to play at Hogwarts. ”

"And what are you going to do?" said Fatil looked at the boy with dead fish eyes.

"Learn magic, become strong, and survive in this troubled world. The boy swore by it.

"That's what you think. ”

"That's right. ”

"What about you?" Drazes asked in a different person.

"Of course, I'm not here to play. The boy said the same thing.

Drazes asked Hoffa again, "Do you think so too?"

Hoffa thought about it, and his mind was full of this idea when he was in first grade. Although after two years of baptism, this thought is now a little weaker, but there is no doubt that he definitely hopes that he can be stronger.

"I think the same thing as them. Hoffa affirmed.

Drazeth: "So, that's what you all think? Study hard and get stronger, right?"

"That's right. The students replied in unison.

Fatil Drazes nodded in satisfaction and said, "I was really mistaken, everyone here is a self-motivated fool. ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Hey, who are you scolding?"

"The professor can't talk like that!"

"With a professor like you?"

"What inexplicable madman, where did he come from?"

......

Some even folded their arms and spat on the ground in disdain. Hoffa felt that if it weren't for the sign on his chest, some grumpy seniors would really go up and beat him.

But Professor Drazes was still not angry, as if the angry shouts of the students were only air to him, and he said lightly: "Study, become stronger, you think so, the Germans think so, the Japanese think so, the Italians think so, they not only think so, but they have already put it into practice.

In the world, as long as there is a reasonable person will do this, since everyone does this, everyone is working in this direction. So why can you be an elite and others can't?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a boy immediately stood up and retorted:

"We can rely on hard work to overcome others, and life is a cruel competition, that is, thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. ”

Fatil nodded: "That's right, but you've squeezed across the bridge, and you're still a soldier, or a horse." ”

"But ......"

"But ......"

Fatil's eyes rose slightly sharply, interrupting the student: "When you squeeze across the single-plank bridge, you will find that there is another single-plank bridge in front of the single-plank bridge, and you will squeeze forward, and there is another single-plank bridge in front of the single-plank bridge." Single-plank bridge to single-plank bridge, you squeeze across the single-plank bridge all over your body, and squeeze forward, again and again, and again and again. You're going to fall once, you're going to fall once.

If you're lucky enough to make it to the end of the bridge, do you know what you'll find? There are no more bridges.

You will be afraid, you will be afraid, because the only ability you have learned is to cross a single-plank bridge, and it does not include facing chaos, facing the unknown. You may even wonder what your life is for, what you were born into this world for. ”

The audience fell silent, and after a series of words, the Professor Drazes seemed to have exerted a lot of strength, and looked very tired, he took a deep puff of his cigarette and rubbed his temples.

"Follow the rules. Fatir took a drag on his cigarette and said decadently, "You're only doing this because you've been told you should."

And you want to believe it because everyone wants to use rules to understand the world and bind the world. Then you will have a false sense of security.

But the world is changeable, and there are no rules in the world. What works today will be null and void tomorrow. A single-plank bridge that is built today may decay, break and collapse tomorrow. ”

"......"

"But ......"

The student wanted to refute it, but he didn't know where to start.

Drashis regained a little rejuvenation, and he said, "There is no shortage of hard lives in the world. But when you have the blood of wizards in your body, you are destined to be different from those ordinary people. This is a gift of fate, but also a heavy responsibility.

I'm not going to teach you to numbly squeeze a canoe bridge, I'm going to teach you to build a canoe in the chaos for others to walk on. Now, those who accept my point of view, throw away your books. If you don't accept it, I don't force it, everyone can choose their own path. ”

There was silence for a moment......

The Slytherin students were the first to move, discarding their books as if they were in their hands. This action set off a chain reaction.

Hoffa felt a little loosening of his worldview, but out of curiosity, he also put the book on the ground.

In the midst of the uproar of throwing books, nearly half of the students quietly retreated. But Fatil didn't look at anyone, he just looked at the sky and smoked.

It wasn't until the rest of the students threw away their books that he lowered his head and said blandly, "I'm glad that there are so many students left, in short, my lesson is play." But it also takes courage and persistence to persist in playing to the end, not being swayed by any worldly vision.

So, in order to screen out the students who are suitable for my course, I have prepared a set of elimination mechanisms.

In the Scottish mountains, more than 50 kilometers 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 as fast as possible are eligible to study my course. ”

After speaking, he pointed to the opposite side of the black lake, and the crowd followed his fingers, and the sparkling lake could not be seen at a glance.

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

"More than fifty kilometers?"

"What? Fifty kilometers?"

"Really?"

......

The crowd turned their heads again to confirm with the professor what had happened, but by the time they turned around, the thin bamboo pole-like professor had disappeared into thin air. I don't know what spell was used.

From the time he appeared to the time he left, Fatil took less than twenty minutes in total. But in these twenty minutes, his mouth cannon had already convinced half of the students.

Seeing that the professor walked so simply, out of curiosity, the students gathered around Aglaia and said, "Is that your brother?"

"Surely it must be, aren't they all surnamed Drazis?"

"Wow, is it really your brother......?"

"Your brother has such a personality!"

"Wow, you look pretty cool!"

"It's just a little skinny!"

"Skinny also tastes. ”

"How old is he?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Can you tell me to ......?"

"Fuck off!!" Aglaia roared, her face flushed.

She snapped a swimsuit from the table and slipped into the locker without looking back, leaving a group of girls standing on the ground looking at each other, completely unaware of what was happening.

Hoffa knew what was going on, and the girls almost didn't say, "I want Falk your father", and it was strange that her personality didn't go violent.

But to be honest, Hoffa couldn't have imagined that Aglaia's father was the guy who helped him once on the train. Last time, Hoffa thought this guy was weird, but now it seems that this guy is really weird, and there doesn't seem to be the word fair in his worldview.

But if you think about it, Hoffa can understand why Hogwarts invited him to be a teacher in this era. Peacetime needs fairness, war years don't care what fairness is, war years only need victory.

It's just that.

Swim......

Hoffa glanced at the bundles of standard swimsuits on the table.

He sighed.

The worst thing I'm good at is swimming.