In order to be selected by the magical biology teacher and free himself from the heavy mechanical work, he must cross the Black Lake, which is almost impossible for ordinary Muggles.

Hoffa took a bathing suit and walked into the changing room, constantly thinking about how he could cross the lake.

In the wooden changing room, the conditions are very simple, and at first glance it is improvized. However, in the changing room, dozens of house-elves shuttled back and forth, folding the students' changed clothes neatly and placing them in different categories.

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

By the time Hoffa finished changing his swimsuits and the boys and girls came out of their changing rooms, it looked like a big pool party.

The girls' outfits are very ordinary, all leotard swimsuits. It's not as exaggerated and sexy as later generations. But the joy of this first experience made the students point their fingers excitedly.

Boys get together to discuss girls' bodies, and girls get together to discuss boys. Some are very bold, while others pretend to be casual. But everyone's eyes are drifting around.

By this time, Aglaia, who had excellent appearance, was not very popular. Because after wearing a swimsuit, the score ratio of body to body starts to rise significantly. Although she is waiting to be released, she is still only a 13-year-old bud, and coupled with the tightness of the swimsuit, there is not much to show at first glance.

On the contrary, the prefect named Sherlock next to her has become the object of heated discussion among boys, and her figure is indeed hot enough. Big breasts and thin waist, even a bit exaggerated from a 15-year-old's perspective.

Hoffa glanced at her a few more times, and she immediately crossed her waist to glance at Hoffa, her gaze lingering on his face for a fraction of a second.

Hoffa turned his head, thinking to himself that although her figure was good, she was far worse than Ossivia.

At this time, there was a hint of coolness from the waist. Turning her head, Miranda was grinning and poking her waist.

"What are you doing?"

Hoffa jumped to the side and opened her somewhat mischievous hand.

"I can't usually see it, but you're quite in shape. Miranda said with appreciation.

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

Miranda looked around, shook hands and bet in Hoffa's ear: "I'll tell you a secret, those girls are betting that whoever touches your abs first will give money." ”

Hofa was startled, and looked over Miranda to see a group of fourth- and fifth-grade girls chattering excitedly by the tree, and she didn't know which house it was. Sensing Hoffa's gaze, they even stomped their feet excitedly.

"What?"

He was displeased: "When I am a park statue, pay to touch ......."

"200 Galleons. Miranda said.

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

He swallowed his saliva and said hoarsely, "Divide me in half?"

"I thought you'd be a little more reserved?" Miranda couldn't help but laugh.

"It's touched and you don't lose the flesh. Hoffa said solemnly.

"I can still make money, tsk, I'm so envious. The feeling of being adored. ”

Miranda quipped, her slender palm slowly moving 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 red-hot tongs. Miranda was also shocked and withdrew her hand.

There is a murderous aura!

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

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

At this moment, there was a plop not far away.

Someone went into the water.

A few tall Gryffindors were so brave that they flexed their muscles in front of the girls in an exaggerated manner, and then they jumped into the lake like dumplings.

But after swimming less than a kilometer, they were tired, this is no ordinary pool. After swimming another kilometer, several people turned around, fluttered, and tried to swim back.

It didn't take long to swim and probably have leg cramps, and they struggled violently in the water, gurgling and shouting for help as they struggled. The students on the shore were stunned.

At this time, huge tentacles tumbled out of the water, directly rolled up a few drowning Gryffindors, and threw them back into the grass.

The group of sane students stood on the shore, looking at a few Gryffindor 7th graders who looked like chickens in soup, all of them were concerned. After the excitement passed, they both discovered the problem.

It's not really a pool party, after all, it's only right to get across the lake and finish Professor D'Drages' lesson.

Hoffa stood on the shore of the lake and looked at the Scottish mountains, which were blurred into a small dot in the distance, and thought to himself that the teacher had a problem.

Swim he won't, he's a complete landlubber, a land creature.

More than 50 kilometers, you have to swim through.

The world swimming champion is also tired to death in it, which means that he must use magic, but in magic, there are not many spells that can float on the water, and Hoffa can't even do one, when he fell into the water last year, he didn't swim on his own.

"Have you thought about it?" asked Miranda.

"Almost. ”

Hoffa nodded, in fact, he had several options in mind.

The first was the gill grass, the stuff Harry would eat in the future Triwizard Tournament, which would give him the ability to swim. The second is the transfiguration, and although his Animagus is not a fish, he can turn his body into streamlined. to increase the swimming speed.

Miranda: "Since you have an idea, I'll go first." Speaking of which, I'm really not a big swimmer. ”

With that, she snapped her fingers with her back to Hoffa.

A large, transparent orb barrier enveloped her, and she controlled the barrier, leaping into the lake, and then sinking straight down.

At the bottom of the lake, she walked leisurely to the other side of the lake, saying that it was walking, but in fact it was like a space walk, extremely fast, ten meters in one step.

The students who were watching whispered, "Is that a bubble spell?"

"It should be. ”

"Why does the Bubble Charm sink?"

"Maybe there were other spells. ”

"Why don't we try it too?"

The bubble spell was not a difficult spell, and a group of students around them began to follow Miranda's example. But when they jump into the water wrapped in bubbles, they can't even control their direction, so they can only wave their limbs and go with the flow, bumping into each other, let alone walking leisurely.

Hoffa thought to himself that he was really inferior to his friend in terms of magic spells and magic control, a simple spell that was cast by different people, and the effect was completely different.

......

......

On the other side, the rather hot and provocative Sherlock prefect attracted a lot of attention.

I saw her Shi Shiran take a step forward, naturally fell backwards into the lake, and when she fell in mid-air, she herself turned into a lump of clear water liquid, and the moment she hit the lake, she disappeared without a trace.

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

"I don't know, I didn't see her chanting mantras. ”

"Elemental Assimilation Spell, quite advanced magic. ”

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

Seeing that they could not swim to the other side by brute force, the Hogwarts students began to show their talents, and some people stuck their hands in the lake, summoned schools of fish, and swam to the opposite shore with the help of them. There are also senior students who walk directly onto the Black Lake, the water under their feet turned blue with frost.

By the time most of the students had left, there were few people left in the meadow. Aglaia hadn't left yet, and Hoffa looked at her, wanting to talk to her.

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

The illusion was disembodied and weightless, like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, it rushed out of the lake for a distance of several kilometers.

Hoffa looked at her curiously, wondering what the use of her sending a vision over the place.

Because visions are only illusions, her entity is still sitting on the shore of the lake.

But the next scene stunned Hoffa, she stood up, took a step forward, and disappeared straight in place.

The illusion that had traveled several kilometers appeared in its place, and then the illusion dissipated with a thud.

She reversed her position with her vision.

What a profound space magic. Hoffa was secretly surprised, this little girl hadn't seen her get so much stronger in a month, it was unimaginable.

Watching the students disappear one by one, Hoffa stopped looking, and he walked the opposite way and walked towards the school castle.

He was going to ask Slughorn, the professor in Potions class, to borrow a little cheek grass to make up for his lack of swimming. At this point, he had no doubts. Slughorn took care of him for a month at the end of his second year, and the two had a very good relationship.

Since the Magical Creatures class was fully participatory, Hoffa did not meet the students when he walked around the castle in his swimming trunks. However, when they walked to the corridor on the third floor, the oil paintings on the walls woke up one after another, and they saw a half-fruit man walking by, some of the oil paintings covered their eyes shyly, and some began to accuse him sharply.

"Hey!"

"What grade?"

"It's ugly!"

"Moral turpitude!"

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

"What kind of style is that, it's still tight!"

"Are all the trends so disgusting right now?"

Hoffa covered his ears, but he didn't hear them. But then, several ghosts floated down the hallway. There were men and women, dressed in long pleated dresses, like a group of young women going to a tea party in the Middle Ages, but the ghosts were much more open than in oil paintings.

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

"Hey, where's your clothes?"

"Is it Halloween?"

"It's good to be young. ”

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

There are also female ghosts who always walk through the middle of Hoffa's body, lingering for a long time, as if they want to touch him, and their movements are a little erotic. While they couldn't really touch Hoffa, it caused his body heat to be quickly taken away.

Finally, Hoffa couldn't help but be annoyed and asked:

"Look, haven't you seen Hogwarts in a swimsuit?"

"I haven't seen it. "A ghost honestly said. "I wish I could give it a try. ”

"Damn!!"

......

When I walked to the Potions office on the third floor, the ghosts of onlookers finally dispersed.

He knocked on the door.

As soon as the door opened, a half-bald head poked out. The obese Slughorn was smoking a cigarette, and when he saw a ** student standing in front of him, he almost didn't swallow the cigarette in his lungs, and he shouted sternly:

"Hey, what's your situation?"

"Professor, it's me. ”

Hoffa waved his hand away the cigarette.

"You're ......!" Slughorn saw the person clearly, his eyes widened, and his expression softened a lot: "Hoffa, why are you dressed like this?

"What are you thinking, Professor. ”

Hoffa was speechless, and he spread out his hand: "Can you lend me a little cheek grass, I need it for the magical biology class." ”

"Why do you use gill grass in Magical Creatures class?"

"Swim, Professor. ”

"Fatil Drazes' lesson?"

"That's right. ”

"He let you swim?"

"That's right. ”

"No wonder, I should have thought of it, this old madman. ”

Slughorn slapped his head: "What a madman..... Who would invite him to class and make the whole of Hogwarts a demon?"

After a few complaints to himself, Slughorn came back to his senses and pressed Hoffa's shoulder: "Quick, come in, don't freeze, kid.... I'll get it for you. ”

He dragged Hoffa into his office rather enthusiastically, and Slughorn's office was as warm and luxurious as ever, with a roaring fire in the fireplace, not at all the cold style of the Snake Courtyard.

Slughorn: "Yours... If you really think of using the gill grass, it seems that you have put a lot of effort into the potion. You must have been inspired by one of my classes, right..... Ah, it must be so....."

Slughorn opened the warehouse, puffed his stomach and began to rummage through the cabinets. At this moment, Hoffa saw a vague figure lying on the couch beside him. When I got closer, it was Tom Riddle.

He collapsed on the couch, unconscious, and asleep.

With his back to Hoffa, Slughorn said in a loud voice, "Just picked him up from the school hospital, this poor child has not been mentally stable lately, and has been very sleepy. I can't go to the magical creatures class like you do. ”

"Well......" Hoffa replied absentmindedly, his attention always on the half-lying Tom Riddle.

However, at this moment, Tom Riddle is in a state of being treated in a coma. His eyes were closed, and he didn't make the slightest sound.

Walking over to him and standing still, Hoffa could feel some subtle whispers, not real at all, the voice was coming from Riddle's body, it sounded like two people were whispering, and he wanted to crouch down to make sure it was his hallucination.

There was the sound of footsteps behind him.

Hoffa straightened up and turned to look at Slughorn. The chubby Potions teacher handed over a bottle. When I took it, it was not the seaweed-like plant written in the original book, but a small bottle of green elixir.

"This ...... It doesn't seem to be a gizzard. Hoffa asked.

"I'm the Potions professor, and if you want gills, you should ask the herb teacher!"

Slughorn puffed up his stomach and pointed at Hoffa with his stubby fingers, "This is a mermaid potion, child." Ten years, the effect is very strong, very strong, pay attention to the dosage. This is much more effective than gills. ”

Oh, Hoffa thought to himself, whatever it is, as long as it allows you to swim, it's a good thing.

He thanked Slughorn and turned to walk outside.

But when he reached the door, Slughorn couldn't help but stop him.

"Child..."

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

"Did Fatil say a lot to you?" he gestured with his stubby fingers, "about life and education?"

Hoffa nodded, "That's right. ”

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

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

After a pause, the fat professor lowered his voice with a solemn expression:

"Fatil de la Ses is a negative naturalist with little emotion. Just listen to what he says, but don't take it seriously. In his eyes, the entire human race should be extinct. ”