Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Since Hoffa's mind was still on how to obtain the library's deformed books, he didn't pay much attention to Miranda's request. He answered casually: "Well, I'll go."

Miranda continued to whisper: "Pario was planning to discuss with the dean to let her directly become a seeker, but unfortunately, the guy Goshak felt that the first-year freshman could not participate in Quidditch, so she only allowed her to be a seeker. A substitute."

Hoffa was a little surprised. Isn't this similar to Harry's treatment? If Gorschak was a little looser, this guy would be another first-year seeker.

He turned his head to look at the girl in the middle of the crowd, thinking that this guy is a protagonist template. Seeker, that is simply the king of the team. Those famous figures in previous lives are basically very good in Quidditch projects.

Either James, Harry, Malfoy, Cedric, Cho, Zhang, Krum, Ginny.

Etc., etc.

Hoffa thought she was a bit like Hermione before, but now it seemed that he wanted something wrong. She is an all-around player.

......

If Hoffa thinks that the peace of mind's compromise is effective, he would be very wrong.

What happened next refreshed his three views again.

On Friday, Hoffa has two classes to attend.

Defense against the Dark Arts and Potions.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class of this era has not been spelled, it is just an ordinary class. The teacher is a retired old Auror named Alatia Melos. He is also the dean of Gryffindor House.

He was very kind and humorous when he taught the lower grades, basically telling stories to the students. Vampires, werewolves, black goblins... all kinds of monsters he faced when he was young. If Hoffa remembers correctly, he should be the last normal teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When he retires after 7 years of teaching, Tom Riddle wants to get this position after graduation.

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

After finishing the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning, the afternoon is the potions class.

The professor of the potions class is Slughorn, the dean of the Slytherin House. Hoffa suddenly had an idea when he had lunch, about the library's signature.

Compared to the later Snape, Slughorn was a good talker, and he would even give Voldemort the secrets of Horcruxes. He also gave Harry Potter his unbearable memory.

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

That's right, Slughorn only interacts with those students he thinks are valuable and promising students in his eyes, and he regards these students as the most precious collection in his life. After he retired, in order to become Harry's teacher, he would rather come back out of the arena.

Simply put, this person not only judges people by appearance, but also has some snobbery.

But his mind is not bad, if Hoffa can get his approval, get a signature of a library loan from him. It shouldn't be difficult.

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

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

This makes him look a lot more energetic, his appearance is not ugly. After carefully dressing up, there are still some handsome guys.

The first impression is better, and then behave more positively. Hoffa thinks he should get Slughorn's attention.

The potions classroom is in the basement of Hogwarts. It's colder than the main building of the castle above. Glass jars are placed along the wall with animal specimens and abnormal body organs soaked in them. Hoffa felt that it was quite interesting here. Slytherin's common room should be nearby.

After entering the door, the basement was filled with a faint mist, full 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 higher-than-ordinary spirit, he has already memorized more than half of the potions books. If Slughorn had to ask a question, he felt he could stand out.

The classroom table in the basement is round because there is a cauldron in the middle.

The Slytherin student sits at a table, as does the Ravenclaw student. In this way, Hoffa could only sit at the same table with Aglaia.

And this time it was very unfortunate that Slytherin's table and Ravenclaw were very close, and Tom Riddle, the future great demon, was sitting across from Hoffa.

The feeling of being attacked on the back and stomach made Hoffa uncomfortable, but he did not show it.

Soon after sitting down, the door of the underground classroom opened. Before the Slughorn man showed up, the big belly had already pushed in. What followed was a man holding a sepiolite-inlaid silver pipe.

He was wearing a tightly bended jacket, much younger than fifty years later, not bald, but fatter.

He smiled, his whole being like a huge smoking walrus.

After entering the basement, Slughorn first swept his eyes around the student, staying on Aglaia and Tom Riddle for a little longer. Because these two people are the most outstanding in appearance.

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

Hoffa thought to himself that the purpose of naming the goods is probably to see if there are any descendants of large families or famous wizards among his students.

So, when he ordered Tom Marvolo, he was a little surprised. One more glance at Tom in the crowd. Marvolo of the Gunter 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 on his body. If you want to win the favor of this person, you must be extremely prominent, otherwise you will be like Ron, even his name will not be remembered by him. Not to mention getting the signature to the forbidden book zone.

After finishing the name, Slughorn spit out a smoke ring and said happily: "Well, students, please take out the balance, medicine packet, and the textbook "Magic Potion and Potion"."

There was a sound of fetching things in the classroom.

Hoffa is a little lost, is this class now?

"But..." Slughorn said again. Before that, I prepared a few potions to open your eyes. Let you first feel the amazing magic power of Potions. "

As he said, he pointed to the hissing pot on the Slytherin table, and asked the crucible with white smoke: "Someone can answer, what is this medicine?"

coming! Hoffa was agitated, and immediately raised his palm up high.

Slughorn nodded happily when he saw someone raising his hand.

"Very good, for you."

Hoffa stood up and said: "The anti-cold medicine is made of daisy root and licorice juice at a ratio of one to nine, plus Shanghai leopard fat and mouse spleen. It is mostly used in northern Europe and Siberia."

"The return is very correct."

Slughorn said loudly.

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

"Hoffa Bach, sir."

"Is that Bach? Very good, Ravenclaw adds 5 points."

Slughorn nodded to Hoffa and let him sit down.

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

Aglaia raised his arms and snorted disdainfully.

Tom Riddle at the Slytherin table leaned back on the chair with interest.

Slughorn walked to another crucible with a gray solvent, and asked, "Now, any student can tell me what this potion is."

Without a doubt, Hoffa's palm pointed to the sky again.

Slughorn gave a surprised expression: "Bach, it's good, come and see."

Hoffa stood up again and said: "Petrochemical potion. It is made of stone-dwelling warbler eggs, fire ash snake eggs, plus rock hanging moss, and a crypt spider eye. It is non-toxic and its effect is to make people fall into a short period The petrochemical state lasts about 15 minutes."

"Very accurate, very accurate! Hoffa classmate. Ravenclaw adds another five points."

Slahnhorn let out a puff of cigarette, showing an expression of appreciation. He turned his head and said to the students: "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you write it down?"

There was a rustling sound of digging out parchment, and even Tom Riddle picked up a quill pen.

But only one person remained motionless.

It was Aglaia, leaning on the chair, rubbing her chin, and staring at Hoffa with suspicion.

She began to doubt Hoffa's purpose.

Hoffa noticed Aglaia's ghostly gaze, but he didn't care. All his mind was on Slughorn. As long as you can get a good impression and get the signature, you can get the deformed book from the banned book zone.

When the students finished taking notes, Slughorn turned to a light purple cauldron again.

"Do you have......"

Before he finished speaking, one palm pointed to the sky.

But this time it was not Hoffa.

It's Aglaia.

Hoffa had no idea that Cheng Yaojin would be hit halfway, nor did Slughorn.

He bit his pipe and was stunned.

"Miss Delraces, do you... have any questions?"

Aglaia stood up directly.

Pointing to the lavender cauldron and said: "Fear potion, drinking it will produce hallucinogenic effects. If the quantity is large enough, it will cause mental trauma. It is an old technology for more than 100 years. (She shook her head disdainfully. ,) The raw material is crow feathers, short antlers, and a little bit of dark elf blood. It stands to reason that this potion is scarlet, but you want to make it look more deceptive, so you add a taste of purple mountain flowers. (She Smash your mouth)-a clumsy method, but it's enough to deceive some people.

She focused her eyes on Hoffa, "I'm afraid some people with little knowledge will think it is a healing potion, and drink it without hesitation."

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

Slughorn's eyes were filled with surprise, but it was not over yet.

Aglaia pointed to another crucible that was shining bright green.

"The fluorescent potion is made from the sap of the tree elves, shimmering mushrooms, and ghost skins. It can achieve a glowing luminous effect all over the body. Ancient wizards accidentally discovered when certain animals were courting. But for me, If you can add a little chameleon scale to the potion, this fluorescent effect will become richer and longer lasting..."

(One minute later, she was the only one left in the entire basement to pretend. Hoffa's face was pale, and Slughorn's eyes were full of surprise.)

Aglaia: "...This one is a light-weight potion, which makes your body as light as feathers. The materials you use are eagle feathers, flying fungus, and moon's wings. But for me, this This method is too old-fashioned. It only needs a drop of purified siren blood to achieve the same effect..."

(In one minute)

Aglaia: "...Wolf-proof potion, while targeting the werewolves, if you can add a little wailing knell, it can achieve the same effect on the bad guys in humans. You didn't do it, a bit unfortunately......"

(One minute later, Slughorn sweats profusely)

"...Of course, I don't think that the medicine in this basement is not desirable. For example, I think the sleeping medicine you refine is very unique. It can not only put depression wizards into a peaceful sleep, but also make patients feel It’s like falling asleep naturally."

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

But then the girl said again:

"It's just that due to the irresistible medicinal properties of the Sleeping Potion, it is a drug controlled by the Ministry of Magic and should not appear in the classroom of lower grade students. I think you probably want to use it as a bonus item, but in case something happens People who lack self-control..."

Slughorn began to sweat again.

I don't know how many minutes later, the silver-haired girl in the middle of the classroom finally finished her long speech. She held her arms, scanned the classroom, and smiled sarcastically when she saw Hoffa.

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

Hoarsely said: "You, you...and, you and the president of the European Association of Pharmacists, Igo Moises..."

Aglaia sneered: "He is my incompetent great-grandfather."

All the students took a breath.

Hoffa collapsed on the chair, raised his head and exhaled. The face is like ashes.

"Sure enough," Slughorn clapped his hands, "excellent talent, extraordinary talent, you are simply a natural potion wizard! Ravenclaw adds 50 points!"

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

As for who Hoffa was, he had long forgotten.

The whole class followed Slughorn and applauded. Hoffa didn't. He even closed his eyes. He was afraid that he could not restrain the anger in his eyes.

......

After class, Slughorn happily shouted to Aglaia.

"By the way, Miss Delraces, I will have a small dinner on the third of next month with a few senior students. Do you have time to enjoy it?"

Aglaia frowned, she hesitated for a second.

Then she saw Hoffa with a gloomy face, and suddenly showed a clear look. She nodded happily at Slughorn and smiled sweetly.

"It's an honor, sir."

Hoffa strode out, and at this moment he was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

It's all **** messed up!

It's all smashed!

Now Slughorn only had Aglaia in his eyes, how could he get an autograph?