Chapter 166

Soon, it's Friday, the time for the first magical biology class.

This is the first formal magical biology class at Hoffman school, if not formal. In fact, he learned a lot about magical animals in the first grade.

Poison bag leopard, curl wing demon, Thunderbird, horse man, etc.

However, since the death of the Centaur and the school explosion, it's hard for Hoffa to imagine any magical creatures in Hogwarts.

He was a little curious about the content of the lesson. Better to know what kind of person agraia's father is, even at the school party.

The venue of the magical biology class was placed at the junction of the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake. It rained that morning. The sky was a fresh light gray, and the grass was wet. It was very elastic to step on.

When Hoffa came here with his textbook in his arms, there were many students waiting. They were dressed in red, blue, green and yellow robes and stood on the grass. Hoffa almost thought it was Quidditch.

It seems that both senior and junior students hope to be selected to participate in the special training of magic biology, so as to get rid of the heavy academic work of Hogwarts this year.

However, as the first magical biology class, Hoffa did not see any magical creatures here. I only saw a few tables in a row, with some neatly folded gray clothes on the table.

A closer look, these clothes are actually swimsuits.

Hoffa doesn't quite understand what this is about. Why should we prepare swimsuits instead of magical creatures for magical biology class.

Just as the students were talking, there was a violent magic wave in the middle of the crowd.

The crowd quickly dispersed.

A puff of fog dispersed, and a young man with a cigarette came out of the fog.

He was wearing a black wizard's leather coat, silver cutlasses tied around his waist, and his silver hair was tied into a ponytail. It looks very capable. It's just that his eyes are in sharp contrast to his smart appearance. He had drooping eyelids, just woke up, and with his thin, bamboo like body, he was listless to the extreme.

"Hiss." He puffed out his cigarette ring and asked, "is everyone here?"

Seeing the young man walking out of nothingness with a cigarette in his mouth, Hoffa narrowed his eyes and thought about it. He looked at each other's silver hair. Another look at agleia, who was standing beside Shylock Bohan in the crowd, revealed a sense of absurdity in his mind.

Does it mean that this young man who looks no more than two years older than himself. It's, uh, agraia's father?

Is it really her father?

Fake.

You know, agraia's mother has crow's feet on the corners of her eyes, but he is still about the same size as himself.

Who can stand it!

Does it have something to do with the Elvish blood in him? The fairies in the fairy tales seem to live a long life...

he mechanically turns his head and stares at aglia's face, hoping to see some clues. But there was no expression on her face, almost numb, but clenched her fist.

It's not just Hoffa. Other students were equally surprised. Hoffa, however, guessed that he was aglea's father, but other students were surprised because of his attitude.

The words of fatil drassez just came out.

There is a tall Gryffindor students stand out: "Hello, who are you?"

"My name is fatil saloyan drasse. You can call me fatil Tall and thin men bow their backs and have no spirit to speak in a straight line.

"Fatil?"

The students around exclaimed in disbelief.

"Are you the teacher of magic biology?"

"Hey, how old are you?" A girl screamed on the spot.

"It's my privacy, miss." He exhaled his cigarette and said.

"Thin and young..."

the tall Gryffindor held his arm and looked up and down at fatil: "you're kidding, cheating is a curse!"

Fatil pointed to the silver staff sign on his chest without too much explanation.

The signs couldn't be fake, and the students began to whisper.

"This guy is really a teacher"

"is the headmaster really crazy?"

"Or is he actually a relative of the principal?"

"Not even relatives. Does he think Hogwarts is his family?"

...

while speaking, several Gryffindors in red robes gathered around.

"Hello, teacher, would you like to prove yourself first?"

Hoffa narrowed his eyes and stood beside him without saying a word. He could understand the dissatisfaction of Gryffindor. This fatier only looked like he was in the fifth grade, younger than the average person present. How could the sixth and seventh graders be convinced.He was also curious about how this seemingly young professor could shock these unruly Gryffindor seniors.

But fatil didn't have any superfluous actions. He just took a cigarette in place and said calmly: "fall in love, don't roll."

A few Gryffindors took a breath and raised their arms with wide eyes. The vicious action was directly ignored by Professor drasse.

He exhaled a smoke ring, looked around, and asked: "what are you holding, bricks?"

"Textbooks." Someone answered.

"Oh, I thought you were going to build a wall with this." There was a slight irony in the tone of draises.

Students have a look at the hands of the textbook, showing inexplicable expression. Hoffa immediately found something in common with this guy and aglea. It turns out that sarcasm can be inherited... But this guy didn't look at his daughter from the beginning to the end.

Is aglia really her own?

He threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out and lit another cigarette. It was no different from a street thug:

"before I came, headmaster dipert told me that Hogwarts would do whatever it took to cultivate elites this year. Do you want to be the elite? "

"Want to..." students have no confidence to answer, do not know what the young teacher is selling medicine.

"Then throw away your textbooks." He said lazily.

"Why?" Some people immediately began to object in anger.

Dreises: because it's useless

The corners of the crowd twitched, and some retorted. They were very unhappy with the young professor. "Textbooks teach us magic knowledge. Without knowledge, how to become an elite."

"Oh, it's very simple." Fatil draises puffed out his cigarette ring. "We play."

The students couldn't help it. The crowd began to snicker. Then, snickering turned into laughing. At last, the students couldn't even stand up straight with laughter. The skinny boy stood in the crowd and smoked without stopping them at all.

Hoffa couldn't help looking at agraia. Her face turned red and white. Her eyes were full of incomprehension and strangeness.

At this time, the laughter of the students ended, and a Slytherin student stood up and said sarcastically, "Professor drasse, we are not here to play in Hogwarts."

"What are you going to do?" Fatil looked at the boy with dead fish eyes.

"Learn magic knowledge, become strong, and survive in this chaotic world." The boy vowed.

"That's what you think."

"That's right."

"And you?" Asked draises in a different light.

"Of course, I'm not here to play." That's what the boy said.

Then he asked Hoffa, "do you think so?"

When Hoffa thought about it, he was full of this idea in his first grade. Although after two years of baptism, this idea is a little bit lighter now, there is no doubt that he would like to be stronger.

"I think the same as they do." Hoffa affirmed.

Dreises: so that's what you all think? Study hard and get stronger, right? "

"That's right." The students answered in unison.

Fatil drassez nodded with satisfaction and said, "I was wrong. All of you here are progressive idiots."

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Well, who are you calling?"

"The professor can't talk like that!"

"A professor like you?"

"What strange madman, where did he come from?"

...

some people even hold their arms and spit on the ground with disdain. Hoffa felt that if he didn't look at the sign on his chest, some grumpy seniors would really hit him.

But Professor drassez was still not angry. It seemed that the students' anger was just the air for him. He said faintly: "study, become stronger, you think so, so do the Germans, the Japanese and the Italians. They not only think so, but also have already put it into practice.

In the world, as long as a rational person will do so, since all people do so, all people are working in this direction. Then why can you be an elite and others can't? "

As soon as his words were over, a boy immediately came forward to retort:

"we can rely on our efforts to defeat others. Life is a cruel competition, that is, thousands of troops cross the bridge."

Fatil nodded: "yes, but you're still a soldier, or a horse, after you've crossed the bridge."

"But..."

"but..."

fatier's eyes rose sharply and interrupted the students: "when you squeeze through the single wooden bridge, you will find that there is another single wooden bridge in front of the single wooden bridge. You will push forward, and there is another single wooden bridge in front of the single wooden bridge. The single wooden bridge is connected with the single wooden bridge. You are all over the single wooden bridge and push forward again and again, again and again. You'll fall one time, you'll fall one time.If you are lucky enough to come to the end of the single wooden bridge, do you know what you will find? You'll find chaos in front of you. There is no more bridge.

You will be afraid, you will be afraid, because the only ability you learn is to cross a single wooden bridge, not to face chaos or the unknown. You may even wonder about your life and why you were born in this world. "

The whole audience was silent. With a string of words, the professor seemed to have expended a lot of energy and looked very tired. He took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

"Follow the rules." Fatil took a puff and said decadent, "you're only doing it because someone told you to do it.

And you want to believe it because everyone wants to use rules to understand the world and bind the world. You'll have a false sense of security.

But the world is changeable. There are no rules in the world. The rules that apply today will be void tomorrow. The single wooden bridge built today may decay, break and collapse tomorrow. "

"Can..."

"but..."

students still want to refute, but they don't know where to start.

Draises regained a little spirit, he said: "the world is never short of hard life. But when you have wizard blood in your body, you are destined to be different from those ordinary people. This is a gift of fate and a heavy responsibility.

I will not teach you to squeeze a wooden bridge numbly. I will teach you to build a wooden bridge in chaos for others to walk. Now, those who accept my point of view, throw away your books. If you don't accept it, I don't demand it. Everyone can choose his own way. "

There was a moment of silence...

Slytherin's students took the lead and abandoned their books like my shoes. This action triggered a chain reaction.

Hoffa felt that his world outlook was loose, but out of curiosity, he also put his books on the ground.

In the crash of throwing books, nearly half of the students quietly retreated. But fatil didn't look at anyone. He just looked at the sky and smoked.

It was not until the rest of the students threw away their books that he bowed his head and said, "I'm glad there are so many students left. In short, my class is playing. But it also needs courage and persistence to insist on playing to the end without being influenced by any secular vision.

Therefore, in order to screen out the students suitable for my course, I prepared a set of elimination mechanism.

In the mountains of Scotland, more than 50 kilometers away from Black Lake, there is an abandoned hunting ground built by ancient witches. I don't care what method you use. Only those who can swim to the other side before dark are qualified for my courses. "

With that, he pointed to the opposite side of the Black Lake. The crowd followed his fingers and could not see the rocky surface of the lake.

"How many, how many kilometers..." A student asked.

"Fifty kilometers?"

"What? How many kilometers

"True or false?"

...

the crowd turned to confirm the truth to the professor, but by the time they turned back, the skinny professor had disappeared into the air. I don't know what spell was used.

From appearing to leaving, fatil took less than 20 minutes. But in the past 20 minutes, half of the students have been convinced by him.

Seeing that the professor walked so simply, out of curiosity, the students gathered around aglea and said, "is that your brother?"

"It must be, isn't it all draises?"

"Wow, is it really your brother..."

"Your brother has a personality!" Some girls said.

"It looks quite handsome!"

"Just a little thin!"

"Thin also has a taste."

"How old is he?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Can you introduce me to...

" get out of here! " Agraia growled and flushed.

She snapped up a swimsuit from the table and went into the dressing room without looking back, leaving a group of girls standing in the same place looking at each other, completely unaware of what had happened.

Hoffa know why, these girls almost did not say "I want FAK your father", to her personality is not violent.

But to be honest, Hoffa didn't think that agraia's father was the guy who helped him once on the train. Last time Hoffa thought that this man was very strange. Now it seems that this guy is really strange. There seems to be no word fair in his world view.

But if you think about it, Hoffa can understand why Hogwarts asked him to be a teacher in this era. In the age of peace, we need fairness. In the age of war, we don't care about fairness. In the age of war, we only need victory.

It's just that.

Swimming...

Hoffa took a look at the standard swimsuits in bundles on the table.

He sighed in secret.I'm not good at swimming.