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

When I woke up, the list of lessons was already on the bedside table.

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

This course in this era is still only called magical biology, if Hoffa is not mistaken, this thing should be called a magical creature protection class in the future. Rubeus Hagrid was the teacher.

But now, Hagrid himself couldn't even see the shadow, and the fact that the class was still taught by Agrea's father, whom he had never met, made him full of curiosity about the class.

He lay on the bed and flipped through the lesson list to see what day Dumbledore's class was, and he still had the idea of asking Dumbledore about it. But when he flipped through it, he found that the Charms class on the timetable was missing, and most of the entire timetable was Potions and Herbology.

These two courses are so many. It has almost squeezed out the positions of many unpopular subjects in the past. Arithmetic divination, divination, astronomy lessons, ancient magic texts, and even spells, these lessons are all gone.

The school arranged it this way, and it was understandable that Hoffa had such an arrangement, after all, the most important thing in the war years was medicine, and one more medicine could have an extra life. But it's a bit too much to take all the time out of Charms class...... After all, spells are also very important subjects!

Somewhat helplessly put down the class schedule, Hoffa got up to change clothes and wash.

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

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Over breakfast, Hoffa meets Miranda and Aglaia, and, of course, the strange blonde prefect, Sherlock Bohan.

The senior was always by Miranda and Aglaia's side, and whenever Hoffa was in her sight, Prefect Bohan would be sure to show an impeccable smile and do this and that for the two girls.

It's just that Miranda is very polite and perfunctory to her, and Aglaia is silent with her most of the time.

This makes Hoffa both puzzled and amused. She seems eager to take her place and become Miranda and Agrea's new friend.

It doesn't matter who his two friends are with, Hoffa doesn't care, Ravenclaw isn't a college that focuses too much on interpersonal interactions.

But the Scrooge's look at a thief made him a little uncomfortable, did he look like a pervert? What the hell was she wary of?

It's a pity that during the first Transfiguration class, Prefect Bohan finally couldn't cling to Miranda and Aglaia anymore. Because she was in the fifth grade, she had her own classes to attend.

When Hoffa stepped into the Transfiguration classroom, he found that this year's Transfiguration class had changed drastically.

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

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

When Hoffa was stunned, Miranda also entered the room, and she frowned and looked at the classroom: "This classroom is painted upside down." ”

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

"Yes. Hoffa paused: "But only twice." ”

"Oh......" Miranda thought for a moment, and then asked Aglaia, who was on the other side, "what do you have to do with him?" ”

Aglaia said briefly: "Mother's brother. ”

"This year, the school's teachers were picked up by your family?"

Miranda quipped, "It's uncle and father again, no wonder they want to install a safe for you." ”

"What safe?" Aglaia was puzzled.

"It's the prefect who walks around you every day, for fear that you will be abducted by others. Isn't her surname Pohan?"

Aglaia turned her head, not wanting to take on the topic.

At this time, a large army of students came.

When they saw this empty classroom, they all shouted.

"Wow, what's going on?"

"Where's the desk?"

"Real Fake ....."

"Isn't it in the wrong place? ”

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"You're not in the wrong place. ”

A loud but somewhat ethereal voice came from behind him.

The crowd turned around and saw a middle-aged man walking slowly 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 take a seat." ”

Sit?

Hoffa looked at the snow-white surface and thought to himself, it was too strange, this ground was painted white, and it would be black after a while.

Transfiguration class: The course that Hoffa is best at. Whether it was Dumbledore in the first year or Ossivia in the second year, he learned a lot from these teachers.

But the question is, there is no deformed material in this classroom, how can it be changed? What is he going to teach?

Professor Bohan took the lead and sat down, and the other students sat down in the empty room. The picture is somewhat like an ancient Greek philosopher giving a lecture.

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

Miranda looked at Aglaia's indifferent side face and asked, "How did you offend her?"

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

After the classroom fell silent, the Transfiguration teacher, who was sitting cross-legged, raised a finger:

"Transfiguration, of all disciplines, is the closest to the origin of all things. To know all things, to understand all things, and finally to control all things.

Those who know nothing about the world, those who are self-righteous, those who do not know how to listen to the desires of all things, have strayed from the path of metamorphosis from the moment they are born. ”

When this paragraph was spoken, the students were stunned. The disgruntled students sat up straight,

This guy, something..... Hoffa thought to himself.

Bohan: "In my opinion, the origin of wizards is the spirit, the combination of magic, and any magic is the art of the spirit harnessing magic. And the culmination of this art is metamorphosis, a beauty that only a few people can taste. ”

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

Jacob Bohan's emotional description seems to make the students feel the temptation of ****, and they can't wait to taste the wonderful meaning in the professor's mouth immediately.

Professor Bohan looked pleased with the effect, and he braced himself on his knees: "But before I start the class, I would like to ask you about the real progress of your studies. Where did you go up last year?"

Immediately, a Ravenclaw handed over a list of last year's homework.

Jacob glanced at last year's class list, shook his head, and threw it aside.

"The human body is deformed? This external transformation is too low-level. ”

"Appeal ......"

Low boos rang out in the classroom.

Hoffa frowned, whether it was Osivia, Dumbledore, or his own book of Transfiguration, they all admired the transformation of the human body and the Animagus.

But in the mouth of this professor, the transformation of the human body has actually become low-level, is it so arrogant?

Professor Bohan continued: "I have always disdained superficiality, and in my opinion, only a wizard who has complete control over the mind and magic is worthy of being a true wizard. ”

He raised another finger: "So, this year's class, I will teach you the real ———- magic transformation." ”

With that, a transparent purple flower bloomed on his fingertips.

The flower slowly coils and rises, gradually turning into a tangled transparent flower stem, and the picture is beautiful.

Hoffa's eyes widened, and he immediately remembered.

This....... He had actually seen this scene last year, when he and Ossivia were attacked by those ancient wizard phantoms in the Ancient Library, and they had seen them conjure illusory weapons with their magic to fight themselves.

Mana Shapeshift...... Is that so?

Jacob looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him intently, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, he raised his hand to remove the magic power, and smiled: "That's why I didn't put things in the classroom, a real master of transformation, he doesn't need to use anything foreign to prove himself." ”

Jacob Bohan: "Take out your wands, feel your magic with your heart, and release it smoothly." ”

The students sitting on the ground all took out their wands with eager expressions. Armed with a wand, they quickly channeled their magic to condense bits of magic at the tip of the wand, which was not too difficult for a wizard.

Huo Fa didn't move, he didn't have a magic wand, although a few combat skills could still be used, but ordinary learning exercises, he was a little stretched.

Seeing that Hoffa was not moving, Jacobohan was about to ask a question when a wand was slipped into his hand. It turned out to be Miranda, who gave her wand to Hoffa.

Hoffa raised his wand and began to recharge his counts.

(Miranda's wand feels like a chopstick to him)

Jacob Bohan's gaze turned to Miranda, who didn't have a wand: "Miss Goshak?"

Miranda held up a finger and freely released a ball of magic that floated like a drop of water.

"Exquisite magical control, sure enough, the descendants of Adebe Goshak. He looked at Miranda with great appreciation.

"Ravenclaw plus thirty points!"

Thirty points, which is already very generous among the previous teachers of the transformation class.

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

He still lacks precision in manipulating magic.

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

"Meditation. Miranda smiled, her expression very Buddha-like.

Meditation?Huo was calm, controlling the flow of mana from his body to his fingertips, but he felt unusually jerky, something he had never done before.

"Don't worry. Miranda whispered, "Casting spells without a wand is quite a long learning process, and it involves a complex understanding of the human body, take your time. ”

While Hoffa was trying to cast a spell without a wand, the other students were already transforming their magic. I have to say that the imagination of children at this age is wild, and they wave their magic wands. They waved their wands, and those magical bubbles in the air quickly began to deform.

Some have transformed into beasts and animals, some have become trees in the sky, some have become aircraft cannons, and some have even become beautiful women.

Looking at the practice of the students around him, Hoffa had a feeling of "something is missing".

In the past two years, he has been taught to change the structure of things without destroying their essence.

He remembered that when he still had a wand in the past, he often changed the attributes of the wand, and it was powerful. And it's sharp, and that changes the structure of things. And to change the wand back is to change its essence without changing it.

However, the transformation of the magic in front of him did not involve any structural or essential changes. If you insist on saying it, this kind of deformation is more like a trick, purely a trick to change the appearance.

But that's not right, because just last year, those ancient wizard phantoms used their magic power to transform and give Hoffa a very impressive lesson, which was a real injury.

Puzzled, he couldn't figure it out, but in the end he chose to raise his hand and ask questions.

Professor Bohan nodded: "Please, Bach." ”

"Professor, do you want to ask, does your magical transformation involve structural changes?"

"Absolutely. Jacob said lightly.

"But I've just taken a closer look, and the primordial magic is still magic, it's ......"

Before Hoffa could finish speaking, he saw Professor Bohan's fingers together, and a thin invisible blade appeared on his fingertips, about half a meter, like thin ice about to melt.

Then, the invisible blade flashed, and Hoffa was startled, and he quickly raised his arm, and a transparent shield appeared in front of his arm. But the shield didn't block the damage.

The invisible blade of thin ice made a strange turn, flashed past the shield, and cut off a few hairs on Hofa's forehead, then disappeared into the invisible.

The empty classroom was silent.

Jacob Bohan smiled: "Modesty, Mr. Bach, condense the magic first. ”