After the first Magical Creatures class, the selected students continue the rest of Professor Drazes' lesson, growing up with the fire dragon in the Scottish mountains.

Hoffa, on the other hand, returned to school alone. The unsuccessful students were shocked to see him return, and in their minds, Hoffadu had already crossed the Black Lake, so why was he still brushed down.

However, his presence also made those students who failed to make it a lot more relaxed.

"He wasn't chosen, so what are we upset about?"

That's what students say all the time.

To be honest, this defeat caused a certain degree of distress to Hoffa, but it only stayed at the level of ordinary trouble. It's a much worse situation than this, and he hasn't experienced it.

Now that the defeat has become a fact, he can only accept it. He had to squeeze time out of his place to learn wandless spellcasting.

September ended in a raging storm and October arrived. The weather during this time is always the most difficult at Hogwarts, the sky is gray, the sun is not visible, the climate is half cold, the rain and the slugs crawling in the shadows of the castle are always depressing.

As the days passed, the school's curriculum deepened, and the two most onerous subjects were still herbs and potions.

With dozens of students taken away by Fatil, the remaining students are under even greater academic pressure. The Hufflepuff Herbal Greenhouse, where people shuttle back and forth every day, and the Slytherin underground Potions Classroom, is also full of smoke all day long.

Potions class a month later.

Slughorn: ??" Please be quiet, be quiet! Hurry up, there's a lot to do this afternoon! We haven't even fulfilled a tenth of the thirty orders from the Ministry of Magic!

Slytherin group, you're in charge of forbidden potions.

Ravenclaw group, you're in charge of the white fresh.

Hufflepuff group, you're in charge of rapid hemostatic agents. ”

Gryffindor, okay don't speak, Gryffindor, you are in charge of the antidote, and you must finish the medicine before class. Good luck and don't forget to wear protective gloves!"

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One by one, the students of each college left their stools and walked towards the podium.

Hoffa is no exception, he didn't have to be chosen to train the dragon, he had to do this kind of work, there was no way. After getting the materials, he returned to his roommate William.

William: "Yo, brother, we're going to make the best potion today!"

"Hmm. ”

William: "Brother, let me tell you, Yuri from Hufflepuff's fourth year is interested in you. ”

Hoffa stammered: "yes, that's great. ”

William: "Cheer up, Hoffa. She is an S-class beauty, a school flower-like existence. ”

Hoffa: "Linen, hand it to me." ”

William took out a plant rhizome from the cabinet and said, "She asked me about you two days ago. ”

Hoffa was absent-minded, cutting Lane's roots.

William whispered, "Listen, brother, that girl's circle is full of beautiful women, if we can break in......"

Hoffa: "Do you still want to refine medicine?"

William hurriedly glanced up at Slughorn's position, and lowered his head again: "It's okay, he didn't see it." ”

Hoffa ........

Since there is no wand, it is not possible to perform transformations and spells of potion ingredients. He sat next to his roommate William, cooperating with others in refining medicine.

This gave William a sense of accomplishment, and he always said that he and Hoffa were inseparable from each other, and that he was Hoffa's best friend.

Hoffa disagreed, because excluding this year, he had spoken to his roommate in the past two years in no more than twenty sentences.

A busy Potions class is over.

William excitedly said, "Hoffa, let's go to the fourth grade and have a look." ”

Hoffa: "Hmm......"

Well, he saw Slughorn packing up his textbooks in front of the podium, and suddenly, an idea came into Hoffa's mind.

Now that Miranda is gone, he has no teacher to learn to cast spells without a wand, but Slughorn knows a lot of knowledge, even the hidden knowledge of Horcruxes, maybe he can help solve the dilemma he is encountering now.

So he deliberately fell behind and packed his schoolbag slowly.

William was impatient, so Hoffa casually made an excuse to let him go first. After saying goodbye to the students around him, only Hoffa and Slughorn were left in the Potions room.

????“ Hurry up, Hoffa, it's almost dinner. Slughorn said kindly, snapping the gold buckle of his dragon skin briefcase.

????“ Sir, I would like to ask you something. Hoffa said.

????“ Then ask, dear child, ask ......."

????“ I would like to ask, do you know...... Cast spells without a wand?"

"Wandless spellcasting?" Slughorn scratched his ear, "That's a real question for me, why don't you buy a new wand?"

"I went to the Ollivanders shop, but there was no other wand for me. ”

"That's right. Slughorn pondered for a moment, "To be honest, I don't know much about wandless spellcasting, this technique is too old and very advanced. However, I suggest you ask your Transfiguration teacher, Jacob Bohan. ”

"Well, Professor Bohan, will he?"

"Have you ever seen him use a wand? I haven't seen him use a wand since he joined the company, and I think he must have some skill in it. ”

Hoffa thought about it, and it was true that Professor Bohan had never seen him use a wand since he had taken Transfiguration class, and that the last time he cut his own hair, he had only used two fingers.

This alerted Hoffa, and after thanking Slughorn, he hurried to the Transfiguration office. Whether Jacobohan could cast a spell without a wand, he was going to give it a try.

......

......

The Transfiguration Office was on the third floor, and this office was used by Dumbledore in his first year, and standing at the door of this office, Hoffa was in a trance and returned to the summer vacation, standing in front of the Dean's office that day after beating his boss.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, the door did not open.

Out of the office...... Did you go to dinner?

Hoffa looked at the stone window, it was getting nearly evening and it was dark. It's not surprising that the professor usually eats in his office except for banquets, so if he is eating, he will probably still be in the office.

With that in mind, Hoffa planned to knock on the door again.

But as soon as he raised his arm, the door in front of him opened automatically, revealing his office illuminated by the setting sun behind him.

He walked slowly into the office.

Under the warm yellow sunset, the room is covered with antique cabinets and furniture, and on the desk, a few quills automatically sign documents. The signed documents automatically float to the corner of the table and are neatly stacked.

There was a soft creak.

Hoffa turned around and saw that the cabinet next to him opened automatically. His heart suddenly lifted, what is the situation?

But nothing terrible came out of the cupboard, and a neat towel flew out of the cupboard, floating in front of Hoffa, as if letting Hoffa hold himself.

Hoffa spread his hands evenly, and the wide towel immediately landed in his palm. Then, several more folded clothes flew out of the cabinet and landed neatly on the towel that Hoffa was holding.

This...... Hoffa looked at the room.

The pen is writing, the seal is stamped, the clothes are folded automatically, and the broom is swept on the ground...... Everything in the room is running in an orderly and fully automatic way, so harmoniously.

Looking at this scene, Hoffa was stunned for a while.

It's simply art......

Then, the cuffs of the folded clothes floated up and pointed in one direction. Along the cuff of the garment, Hoffa saw a tall cabinet.

Is this dress trying to get yourself to the cabinet?

He walked over to the cabinet, which swirled like a kaleidoscope, smoothly splitting and opening to reveal a dimly lit corridor lurking behind it.

A wave of heat and moisture hit his face, and his clothes lifted his sleeves again, motioning for Hoffa to move forward.

Curious, Hoffa followed the guidance of his sleeve and stepped into the corridor, where he finally pushed open a door in the deepest part of the corridor.

The sound of the isolated water rushed to his face, and as the heat rose, Hoffa's jaw almost fell to the ground in horror.

It turned out to be a large bathroom, with a luxurious chandelier lit with candles, a floor of snow-white marble, about a hundred golden faucets on the edge of the bathroom, and some colorful abstract patterns hanging on the walls.

And in the midst of the rising steam, the middle-aged man, his own deformation teacher. Jacob Bohan was soaking comfortably in the bath, lazily leaning on the head of the spitting lion, most of his body exposed.

Hoffa finally knew why he was holding a bath towel, and the professor of his transformation class was taking a shower at the moment!!

Although he was a man, he suddenly broke into the bathroom of another man, who was also his teacher, and it undoubtedly felt like 10,000 grass and mud horses rumbling past him.

Jacob Bohan seemed quite calm, and he raised his arms as if he had met a student on the street grocery shopping.

"Yo, Hoffa. ”

Hoffa almost subconsciously wanted to go out: "Professor, I'm sorry, I'm ...... I don't know..."

"I wouldn't have known you wouldn't come. The other party smiled and said, "I forgot to bring towels and clothes, I can't get out of this bath if you don't come, I can't go to the room to get a towel wet." It's embarrassing to run into a colleague. ”

What is the reason for this?

Hoffa's muscles tensed, and he thought the image was too weird.

Looking at the young man at the door with a ghostly expression, the man in the bath waved his hand: "Ha, just kidding, do you have anything to do with me?"

"It's fine. ”

Hoffa hurriedly waved his hand and put the bath towel on the stone platform beside him: "I...... I'll come later. ”

But as soon as he turned around, the wooden door behind him slammed shut, and the sound made his hair stand on end.

Jacob Bohan: "There is a saying among the wizards of the East that Tarzan collapses in front of him, and his face does not change, because he is a great husband." Do you understand that?"

Hoffa was shocked, he said this sentence purely in Chinese, very fluent and standard, even with a hint of the Sven flavor unique to the Southern National Government.

Seeing the student's stunned look, Jacob Bohan smiled slightly and changed his English: "Surprised, where is there so much to be surprised about? ”

Hoffa sat down, dumbfounded.

The man's tall body stood up from the water, he walked to the side of the cabinet, opened the cabinet, took out a few glasses from it, and began to pour wine.

Although he is middle-aged, every muscle on his body is angular, like an ancient Greek sculpture.

Hoffa turned his head, and the scene only made his eyes spicy. At the same time, he was flustered, and he glanced at his magic watch. Damn it...... This time is too busy to store only 0.3X mana......

Jacob Bohan poured a glass of wine, shook it in his hand, and threw two lumps of ice into it.

"What, what are you doing with me?

It took a moment for Hoffa to remember his purpose, he took a deep breath, and said, "I want to learn to cast spells without a wand, and Professor Slughorn asked me to come to you." ”

"Well, cast spells without a wand. Your goal is not small. ”

He walked over to Hoffa, placed a glass of wine on the stone platform beside him, and then sat back next to the bath: "I didn't ask during the class, what do you think of casting spells without a wand. ”

The strange atmosphere made Hoffa uncomfortable, and he couldn't even drink the wine, so he said dryly.

"I don't have any opinions, I just know that it's a skill that needs to be practiced diligently. ”

"That's right. Bohan looked up and drank a glass of wine: "Then since you are here, let me ask by the way, why didn't Professor Drazes accept you?"

"Uh. Hoffa didn't expect him to suddenly bring up the stubble, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Because I can't live up to his requirements." ”

"Well," Bohan smiled, "don't be discouraged, there are very few people who can meet his requirements, and neither can I." ”

"What?" Hoffa couldn't believe it.

"...... you?"

"He used to be my teacher too. Jacob Bohan quipped:

"Don't look like he's always looked like a teenager, but he's in his fifties. ”

Hoffa felt that he had become numb under this barrage of information bombardment, "Why is he so young, is it because he is a half-elf?"

"Even purebred elves don't do that. He doesn't age, I think there are other reasons. ”

After a pause, Bohan said again: "You have found the right person, I know a little bit about casting spells without a wand, but you ask the teacher to open a small stove for you, you have to make something." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hofa's goosebumps fell to the ground, and he looked up, but fortunately, a white mist floated past the other party's waist, and he didn't see anything.

"Do what?" he asked, cautiously.

Jacobhohan: "I prefer the ancient Greek model of teaching to the current one. Do you know the ancient Greek model of teaching?

"I don't know. ”

The other party switched topics quickly, and Hoffa felt that he couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"Select. James Bohan said, "The teachers of ancient Greece were very selective.

They don't teach their knowledge to anyone in a flashy way. Because they know that there are people who can accept their own ideas, and there are many who don't. ”

He threw up his head and drank the wine from his glass, and said, "Socrates chose Plato, and Plato chose Aristotle."

They can always find a student who is even better than themselves, and then pass on their ideas. ”

Hoffa licked his lips, almost understanding what the other party was trying to say.

Jacobham's expression was solemn: "If you want to learn to cast spells without a wand, you can." I can make you my true student and teach you the art of casting spells without a wand, but I also need you to prove myself and prove that you can be my disciple. ”

Hoffa was a little relieved: "How to prove yourself?"

"Oh, it's easy. ”

He emerged from the water, stood beside Hoffa, picked up the towel he had brought, and wiped the drops of water from his arm.

"On Halloween, the students who went out to train their dragons will go back to school, and I guess there will be some undercurrents and conflicts among the students.

If a conflict arises, stop it, whatever you do. As long as you can prove that you can keep the school stable, I'll teach you the mysteries of casting spells without a wand. ”