Chapter 100

Agraia's conjecture is correct. It took only one afternoon for Tom Riddle to defeat all his opponents with only one curse, and he didn't even need any help.

No one can defend against his curse.

And the price is just a row of dead plants on the balcony.

There is no doubt that he became the assistant of Professor merles and became the first assistant of the whole Hogwarts at the speed of rocket.

This big news not only made all the students of Gryffindor drop their eyes, but also made almost all the students talk about it. Slytherin was the assistant teacher of Gryffindor Dean, and he was also a sophomore who didn't have much reputation.

For a moment, all Gryffindor were blaming each other.

Second grade blames third grade, third grade blames fourth grade, fourth grade... And so on, until seventh grade.

But no one cracked it, no one cracked it.

To be honest, Hoffa doesn't know how to break the curse itself. It's true that he can use the ghost walk to escape, but that's totally different from cracking.

But now is not the time for him to tangle with Tom Riddle's weird curse. Two days have passed like lightning.

Hoffa ushered in his first deformation class in second grade on Wednesday.

There's no doubt that he doesn't want to go.

He even wants to skip all the deformation classes like Miranda, who didn't take a spell class last year. But obviously he can't do that. His grandfather is not the vice principal, and he's not an 11 year old.

Ideas are just ideas.

After breakfast, he quietly followed his two friends and walked into the deformation classroom on the third floor.

In the classroom, Tom Riddle has become a hero in Slytherin's eyes. Even the proud Malfoy admired him.

He took Tom by the shoulder and sat on the table talking.

It's a very instructive attitude.

But Tom is very low-key, he just smile and kind to the surrounding admirers.

Hoffa didn't know what this guy had been doing in school for more than two months, but obviously, he didn't waste any time.

In the classroom did not wait too long, a firm and negative mental field from far to near.

Bang!

As soon as the door of the deformation class opened, Hoffa lowered his head and said nothing.

Osivia came in slowly. She was dressed in purple robes, high top leather boots, carrying an ordinary satchel. She was still meticulous and indifferent.

Other people did not have the same experience as Hoffa. They didn't know the tall girl in front of them at all. They talked excitedly one by one.

ABRAXAS Malfoy even patted the table excitedly, trying to attract the attention of the beautiful teacher.

The whole Slytherin table, only Tom Riddell a boy's expression is calm.

Osivia stood on the podium and scanned for a week without saying a word. It doesn't stop the crowd from getting excited or yelling.

Until the following people feel that something is wrong, the voice slowly calm, until silent.

She slowly picked up a list on the table and began to call the roll.

"ABRAXAS Malfoy."

Malfoy started excitedly.

"Here we are."

"Finger rochner."

"Here we are."

"Charlie black."

"Here we are."

"Falco Ekron."

"Here we are."

...

after counting more than a dozen students, she put down the roster and said faintly: "for the person I just ordered, everyone will be deducted 10 points. Next time I make a noise, 20 points will be deducted. If I make a third crime, I won't have to take the final exam."

The enthusiasm in the classroom is like a campfire. When it meets the cold wind in Siberia, it is blown out in a flash.

The Slytherins were all shocked. They looked at each other as if they could put eggs in their mouths.

She had written down everyone's names before she started the class.

With a grin on her lips, agraia hit Hoffa with her elbow and said, "I like this teacher."

Hoffa just glanced at her and kept his head down. Don't talk.

Osivia doesn't intend to waste much energy on punishing students. She is like the most efficient energy saver, standing on the platform and taking out her textbooks.

"Metamorphosis is the most rigorous and elegant of all disciplines. It's also the subject that needs creativity most. It is different from the word of mouth of the magic spell, and it is also different from the high efficiency of defense against the dark arts. It's very flexible. Only the most imaginative people can make good use of it. "

Osivia's tone of voice in class was the same as when she was on the Moroccan boat. She had no ups and downs, no life to speak of.

"Every mature wizard has his own answer to what is metamorphosis and how to make good use of it. My answer is more inclined to use as many cards as possible.Last year, Professor Dumbledore must have laid a good foundation for you, but I have seen your achievements. Your metamorphosis is too early to be used in practice....

agraia elbowed Hoffa again and whispered: "this new graduate teacher is a little self righteous. How about you show your hand and frighten her?"

Hoffa didn't say a word. He sat a little further and didn't let aglea elbow himself.

To be honest, I don't want to listen to osivia's lessons at all. He didn't want to learn her understanding of metamorphosis, and he didn't want to indulge in the beauty of foreign teachers like some pig gosslelin.

Every second of sitting in the class, he was on pins and needles.

Osivia continued to lecture on the platform:

"there is no fixed routine for metamorphosis, even everyone's Animagus will be different.

It is by no means the way for a deformation master to follow.

This year, I will teach you human body deformation, which is the teaching task arranged for me by the school.

I don't expect all of you to become Animagus. That's unrealistic, but I hope that this year, each of you can have your own unique way of deformation and the ability to cope with emergencies, rather than just changing some bottles to cope with exams. "

After a pause, osivia said:

"however, in the first class, I would like to know about the current deformation level of each of you. So that I can have targeted teaching

With this remark, the campfire that was caught by the Siberian cold wind shows signs of resurgence.

Now many boys begin to wriggle their buttocks restlessly. Who doesn't want to prove their particularity in front of the beauty teacher?

Osivia: "if one of you is satisfied with metamorphosis, I'll promote one of you to be a teaching assistant."

The bonfire of youth burns to the height of three meters.

WOW!!

At that moment, more than 20 arms pointed straight to the sky.

"Hoffa, Hoffa..."

aglia excitedly began to poke Hoffa again.

Hoffa sat a little further away from her, but she moved her butt and sat closer.

"What for?"

Hoffa whispered fretfully.

"Come on, isn't that what you're good at?"

The eunuch of agraia was worried.

"I don't know anything. Don't call me."

Hoffa said coldly.

"What's the matter with you, Dumbledore?" agraia asked in a low voice, his eyes widened

"Maybe I'm shy to see a beautiful teacher."

Miranda whispered teasingly.

"You, shut up."

Hoffa glared at her.

Miranda was slightly surprised. "You're kidding."

Osivia tapped her fingers on the table: "be quiet."

Two of Hoffa's friends shut up. The students who raised their hands below were flushed and their lips were tight, just like a group of concubines waiting for the emperor to turn over their cards.

Malfoy was almost on the chair.

Osivia glanced around: "Malfoy."

"Liquid!"

Malfoy clenched his fist and jumped to the platform in two steps.

"How and what?" He asked urgently.

With a piece of cardboard and a quill pen, osivia said without looking up, "show me what you're good at.

Malfoy picked up a piece of chalk with trembling fingers and turned it into a rose like a treasure. With a big smile, he stepped forward, pressed his belly with one hand and bowed an impeccable noble gift.

This action caused boys' suppressed boos and girls' sudden commotion.

Olivia, who is recording, raised her eyes: "meaningless and worthless deformation, the level of ordinary first-year graduates."

Malfoy's red face quickly became stunned, and the other people's Snickers made him gloomy and unable to come down.

"It's meaningless, Miss Romanov."

He specially accentuated the young lady's tone in English.

"Slytherin is ten." She said faintly, "call me professor."

"You...!" Malfoy on stage was totally upset.

Osivia put down his quill pen: "the essence of deformation is understanding. If we can't really understand the essence of a thing, the appearance of change is just futile. Mr. Malfoy, your rose is short of thorns

Malfoy straightened up, his face cold. He threw the rose to the ground, glanced at it, snorted and strode down the platform with his robe.

Osivia looked up for a week and said, "this year, my course will focus on human body deformation, and those simple object transformations won't have to be displayed."

After a pause, she asked: "human body deformation, someone will?"

Everyone's hands were retracted, and the bonfire of youth was completely extinguished.Osivia saw that no one raised his hand, so he calmly turned the page.

"Then I'll start the roll call according to the results of last semester, aglia drasse."

Agraia stood up.

"Do you deform?" Osivia asked directly.

Agraia shook his head with a reluctant look on his face.

Hoffa pointed to the desk and said nothing, because he was behind aglia on the report card of deformation class, and he didn't want to interact with the "new teacher" at all.

"Tom mavolo Riddell."

Then, osivia called out the third place Tom and jumped over him. Hoffa was a little relieved.

...

...

finally, an hour later, a deformation class with a depressing atmosphere ended. The crowd stood up with mixed emotions and walked out.

Malfoy of Slytherin kicked the door open.

Hoffa bowed his head in the crowd and walked out quickly.

However, as soon as he got to the door, there was a cold cry behind him.

"Hoffa Bach, just a moment, please."

With the teacher's call, all the students are looking at Hoffa. For them, Hoffa, the best student in deformation class, didn't make any noise during the whole class, which was very strange.

Miranda and aglia were stunned, curious to see between Hoffa and the new deformation teacher.

Hoffa stood still, took a deep breath, clenched and loosened his fist. After that, he said gently to his two friends, "go out first, and I'll be back in a moment."

Agraia: OK... OK

Miranda looked at the deformed teacher and then at Hoffa with a smile: "interesting."

Then, she dragged a puzzled three-step back of aglia, out of the classroom.

When the classroom was empty, Hoffa breathed, turned around and asked coldly, "what are you doing?"

Osivia waved her wand and the classroom closed.

"Summer vacation, you don't say hello to me, just leave without permission..."

"can you forget about summer vacation?" Hoffa said calmly, "now you are a teacher and I am a student. What can I do for you?"

After a moment of silence.

Osivia stepped down from the platform and said, "I need your help on one thing."

"Stay in the dorm? I can do it. "

Hoffa nodded.

"No

Despite Hoffa's sharp tone, osivia said, "I've heard Dumbledore talk about you, and I've seen your achievements last year. Your achievements are excellent..."

"please speak up."

"I hope you can be my deformation teaching assistant."

Hoffa raised his eyebrows. "Me?"

"Well."

"May I venture to ask why?"

"Every teacher has his own extra task this year. My task is to help Hogwarts and the Ministry of magic find the forbidden library. I hope you can help me with this. "

The library is the library again.

Hoffa had no choice but to smile, shake his head and say in a soft voice, "please be clever."

With that, he bent down and strode back.

Osivia put his hand on Hoffa's shoulder and held him.

Hoffa shook away, drew out his wand, and whispered, "what do you want?"

"I need your help. If you have any comments, you can say them." Said osivia sincerely.

"Opinion?"

"Well."

"I'll ask you again, what are you looking for?"

"Forbidden library."

"Hum." Hoffa scoffed and opened his hand sadly. "Professor Romanov, I think you're lying."

"No

"No, what's that?"

Hoffa reached out.

Osivia's eyes twitched as she turned her head.

Hoffa stepped forward and pulled out an old newspaper from her satchel and put it in front of her.

"You're crazy. How long has this newspaper been? Four months! "

Osivia finally shut up.

Hoffa sighed:

"you haven't changed at all, professor. Cover up your anger and hatred with a cold appearance and attitude.

What you want is revenge, not to find the so-called library, not the so-called mission. You just want to find the real murderer who killed your father through this mission, don't you? "