Chapter 167

If you want to be selected by the magic biology teacher and get rid of the heavy mechanical schoolwork, you have to cross the Black Lake of more than 50 kilometers. In the eyes of ordinary Muggles, this is almost impossible.

Hoffa took a swimsuit and went into the changing room, thinking about how to cross the lake.

In the wooden changing room, the condition is very simple, which is built temporarily. However, in the dressing room, dozens of house elves shuttled back and forth, folding the students' clothes neatly and putting them in different categories.

The school prepared swimming suit looks very ordinary and old-fashioned. At first glance, it looks like shorts without a coat. It feels like the skin of some aquatic animal. On the side of the trousers, you can see a rune in the shape of "Chuan". I don't know what it means.

When Hoffa finished changing his swimsuits and the boys and girls came out of their respective dressing rooms, it was like a big pool party.

The girl's dress is very common. It's a pair of tights and swimsuits. It's not as exaggerated and sexy as later generations. But this first experience of happiness or let the students excitedly point.

Boys get together to discuss girls' figure, girls get together to discuss boys. Some are bold and unconstrained, others pretend to be casual. But everyone's eyes are floating around.

By this time, the good-looking aglia is not very popular. Because after putting on the swimsuit, the proportion of the body's score began to rise sharply. Although she is in the bud, she is only 13 years old. Coupled with the tight swimsuit, at first glance, she doesn't have much to show off.

On the contrary, the prefect named Shylock around her became the object of hot discussion among boys. Her figure was really hot. Big chest and thin waist, with a 15-year-old eye, it's even a bit exaggerated.

Hoffa looked at her a few more times. She immediately crossed her waist and glanced at Hoffa. Her eyes stayed on his face for 0.1 second.

Hoffa turned his head, thinking that although she was in good shape, she was far worse than osivia.

At this time, the waist to the silk cool. Looking around, Miranda was poking around her waist with a smile.

"What are you doing?"

Hoffa jumped aside and opened her somewhat mischievous hand.

"I don't usually see it. You have a good figure." Miranda said with appreciative eyes.

Hoffa thought for a long time and said dryly, "ha, your eyes are slow enough."

Miranda looked around, shook hands and bet in Hoffa's ear: "I'll tell you a secret. Those girls bet that they'll pay whoever touches your abdominal muscles first."

Hoffa was startled. He looked over Miranda and saw a group of fourth and fifth grade girls chirping excitedly by the tree. He didn't know which college they were from. Aware of Hoffa's eyes, they even stomped excitedly.

"What?"

"Do you think I'm a park statue?" he said? Feel free to pay... "

" 200 galleons. " Miranda said.

Hoffa was shocked, 200 galleons. He had never seen so much money in his life. Are these girls so rich?

He swallowed his saliva and said hoarsely, "half of me?"

"I thought you would be more reserved?" Miranda couldn't help laughing.

"It doesn't hurt to be touched." Hoffa said solemnly.

"You can still make money. Tut Tut, I envy you. The feeling of being worshipped. "

Miranda joked as her slender palm moved slowly to Hoffa's belly.

But at this time, Hoffa suddenly felt like someone was poking himself in the back of the neck with a red hot tongs. Miranda was also startled and withdrew her hand.

It's murderous!

He turned his head and saw nothing, but in the distance agraia was holding his arm and staring at the white clouds in the sky.

Two people look at each other, Miranda tongue: "it seems that this money can not earn."

At this time, not far away came a plop.

Someone's in the water.

There are several tall Gryffindor extremely brave, they exaggerate in front of the girls show muscles, and then plop plop down dumplings jumped into the lake.

But they are tired just after swimming less than one kilometer. This is not an ordinary swimming pool. After another kilometer, a few people turn around, flop up and try to swim back.

After swimming for a long time, it was probably a cramp in their legs. They struggled violently in the water and cried for help while struggling. The students on the shore were shocked.

At this time, huge tentacles rose out of the water, rolled up several drowning Gryffindors and threw them back to the grass.

The group of more rational students stood on the shore, looking at several seventh graders of Gryffindor who were drowned, and they were all sad. After the excitement passed, they all found the problem.

After all, it's not a real pool party. It's serious to get to the other side of the lake and finish professor drasse's course.

Hoffa stood on the Bank of the lake, looked at the lake, and then looked at the Scottish mountains in the distance. He thought that the teacher had a problem.

He can't swim. He's a complete draught duck, a land creature.More than 50 kilometers. You have to swim.

The world swimming champion is also tired to death, which means that he must use magic. But in magic, there are not many incantations that can float on the water. Hoffa can't do any of them. When he fell into the water last year, he never swam by himself.

"Have you thought about it?" Miranda asked.

"Almost."

Hoffa nodded. In fact, he had several alternatives in mind.

The first one is gill bag grass, which Harry will eat in the future top three competition. It can give him the ability to swim. The second is deformation. Although his Animagus is not a fish, he can streamline his body. To increase the speed.

Miranda: since you have an idea, I'll go first. I don't really like swimming, by the way

With that, she snapped her fingers back at Hoffa.

A big transparent ball barrier covered her. She controlled the barrier, jumped into the lake, and then went straight down.

At the bottom of the lake, she walked leisurely to the other side of the lake. In fact, it was like a space walk, with a speed of 10 meters.

The wait-and-see students whispered: "is that a bubble curse?"

"It should be."

"Why does the bubble curse sink?"

"Maybe there were other spells."

"Why don't we try?"

Bubble mantra is not a very difficult mantra. A group of students around are following Miranda's example. But when they dive into the water wrapped in bubbles, they can't even control the direction. They can only wave their limbs, drift with the current, bump into each other, let alone walk leisurely.

Hoffa thought that in terms of magic spell and magic control, he was not as good as his friend. A simple spell, cast by different people, had completely different effects.

On the other hand, the hot and hot Sherlock prefect attracted a lot of attention.

She took a step forward and fell back into the lake. When she fell into the air, she turned herself into a lump of clear water. When she hit the lake, she disappeared without a trace.

The people around immediately exclaimed, "it's so powerful. What's that spell?"

"I don't know. I didn't see her chant."

"The elemental assimilation spell is quite profound magic."

Some senior students saw it and held their arms in admiration.

Seeing that they couldn't swim to the other side through brute force, the students at Hogwarts began to show their magic power. Someone put their hands into the lake and called for the fish to swim downstream to the other side with the help of the fish. There are also senior students walking directly to the Black Lake, the water they stepped on was frosted blue.

When most of the students left, there were few people left on the grass. Before agraia left, Hoffa looked at her and wanted to have a word with her.

But without saying a word, she sat on the Bank of the lake with her knees crossed, separated a phantom from her body, and rushed to the other side of the lake.

The illusion is no substance, no weight, like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, it was several kilometers above the lake.

Hoffa looked at her curiously, wondering what she could do with an illusion.

Because the illusion is only an illusion, her entity is still sitting on the shore of the lake.

But the next scene stunned Hoffa. She stood up, took a step forward and disappeared in the same place.

The illusion that ran several kilometers appeared in the same place, and then the illusion plopped and disappeared.

She reversed her position with her own vision.

What a profound space magic. Hoffa was secretly surprised that the little girl had become so strong in a month. It's hard to imagine.

Watching the students disappear one by one, Hoffa doesn't wait and see any more. Instead, he goes to the school castle.

He's going to ask slaghorn, Professor of potions, to borrow some gill grass to make up for his inability to swim. On this point, he has no doubts. Slughorn looked after him for a month at the end of his second grade, and they had a very good relationship.

As the magic biology class is full participation, Hoffa did not meet the students when walking in the castle in his swimming trunks. However, when they came to the corridor on the third floor, the paintings on the wall woke up one after another. They saw a half fruit man passing by. Some of them covered their eyes shyly, while others began to criticize him harshly.

"Hello

"What grade?"

"It's so ugly!"

"Moral corruption!"

"Why don't you just take off your pants?"

"What style is that? It's still tight!"

"Is the current trend so disgusting?"

Hoffa covered his ears as if he didn't hear. But at this time, several ghosts came from the other end of the corridor. There are men and women, they are wearing long pleated skirts, like a group of young women going to a tea party in the middle ages, but the spirits have a much more open attitude than oil paintings.Silver white ghosts floated past Hoffa, covered their mouths and began to snicker.

"Hey! What about your clothes? "

"Is it Halloween?"

"It's nice to be young."

"I was about the same size as you when I was alive"

and the female ghost was always passing through Hoffa's body for a long time. It seemed that she wanted to touch him, and her action was a little pornographic. Although they didn't really touch Hoffa, it caused his body heat to be taken away quickly.

Finally, Hoffa asked angrily:

"what are you looking at? Haven't you seen Hogwarts in swimsuit?"

"I haven't seen it." An old ghost said honestly, "I wish I could have a try."

"Shit!"

...

when we went to the office of potion class on the third floor, the ghosts who were watching finally dispersed.

He knocked on the door.

As soon as I opened the door, a half bald head came out. Fat Slughorn was smoking. When he saw a * * student standing in front of him, he almost didn't swallow the cigarette in his lungs. He angrily drank:

"Hey! What's your situation? "

"Professor, it's me."

Hoffa waved the smoke away.

"You...!" Slughorn saw the man clearly, his eyes widened, and his face softened. "Hoffa, why are you dressed like this? What's wrong with girls? "

"What are you thinking, professor?"

Hoffa speechless, he spread his hand: "can you lend me a little gill bag grass, I participate in the magical biology class to use."

"Why do you use gill sachet grass in magical biology class?"

"To swim, professor."

"The course of that fellow fatil drassez?"

"That's right."

"He let you swim?"

"That's right."

"No wonder I should have thought of this old madman."

Slughorn slapped on the forehead: "what a lunatic... Who would invite him to class and want to make the whole Hogwarts a demon?"

After a few complains, Slughorn recovered and pressed Hoffa's shoulder: "come on, come on in, don't freeze, kid... I'll get it for you."

He pulled Hoffa into the office with great enthusiasm. Slughorn's office was as warm and luxurious as ever. The fire was blazing in the fireplace. There was no cold style of snake yard.

Slughorn: "it's really you... It's really you. You even thought of using paronychia herb. It seems that you have made great efforts in magic medicine. You must have got the inspiration from one of my lessons, right... Ah, it must have been...

Slughorn opened the warehouse and started rummaging. At this time, Hoffa saw a vague figure lying on the sofa. Come closer, it's Tom Riddell.

He collapsed on the sofa, unconscious and asleep.

With his back to Hoffa, Slughorn said in a loud voice: "I just picked him up from the school hospital. This poor child is not very stable recently and is very sleepy. I can't go to the magical biology class like you. "

"Well..." Hoffa replied absentmindedly, and his attention was always on Tom Riddle, who was half lying.

But at the moment, Tom Ryder is in a state of being treated sleepy. He closed his eyes and made no sound.

When he came to his side and stood still, Hoffa could feel some subtle whispers, which were not true at all. The voice came from Ryder's body. It sounded like two people were whispering. He wanted to squat down to confirm whether it was his own illusion.

Footsteps came from behind.

Hoffa straightened up and looked at Slughorn. The fat potion teacher handed me a bottle. Next, it's not the seaweed like plants in the original work, but a small bottle of green medicine.

"It doesn't seem to be gill grass." Hoffa asked.

"I'm the professor of magic medicine class. If you want the herb, you should ask the herbalist for it!"

Slughorn straightened up his stomach and pointed out Hoffa with his short and thick hands fondly: "this is Mermaid potion, child. It's ten years old. The effect is very strong, very strong. Pay attention to the dosage. It's much more effective than sachet grass. "

Oh, Hoffa thought, no matter what, as long as you can make yourself swim, it's a good thing.

He thanks Slughorn and turns away.

But when he got to the door, Slughorn couldn't help calling him.

"Child..."

"what's the matter, professor?" Hoffa turned to be curious.

"Did fatil tell you a lot?" With his short, thick fingers, he drew twice, "about life and education?"

Hoffa nodded. "That's right."

Slughorn hesitated for a moment and walked up to Hoffa, who smelled of snuff."Listen, Bach. It's not good to say that, but... "

after a pause, the fat Professor lowered his voice with a dignified look:

" fatil drassez is a negative naturalist and has no feelings to speak of. Just listen to what he said, but don't take it seriously. In his eyes, the entire human race should be extinct. "