Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Soon, it’s Friday, the time for the first magical creature class.

This is the first formal magical biology class that Hoffa comes to school, of course, if it is not formal. In fact, he learned a lot about magical creatures in his First Year.

Poison Sac Leopard, Curly Wing Demon, Thunderbird, Centaur, etc.

However, since the death of Forbidden Forest Centaur and the school explosion, Hoffa can hardly imagine any magical creatures in Hogwarts.

He was a little curious about the content of this class. It's even more curious what kind of person Agleia's father is, even the school banquet is a pigeon.

The venue for the magical biology class was placed at the junction of Forbidden Forest and Black Lake. It had rained this morning, the sky was a refreshing light gray, and the grass under my feet was wet. It's very flexible to step on.

When Hoffa came here with textbooks, there were already many students waiting here. They were wearing red, blue, green, and yellow four-house wizard robes standing on the grass. There were so many people that Hoffa almost thought they were playing Quiddich here.

It seems that everyone, whether they are high-grade or low-grade students, hopes to be selected to participate in the special training of the magical biology class, so as to be free from the extremely heavy academic work of Hogwarts this year.

But as the first magical creature lesson, Hoffa didn't see any magical creatures here. I only saw a few tables arranged horizontally and vertically. On the tables were placed some neat and tidy grey clothes.

A closer look, these clothes are actually swimsuits.

What is this, Hoffa doesn't quite understand. Why do we need to prepare swimsuits for the magical creature class instead of magical creatures?

While the students present were discussing spiritedly,

There was a violent fluctuation of magic power in the center of the crowd.

The crowd dispersed quickly.

A cloud of gray mist dissipated, and a young man with a cigarette in his mouth walked out of the mist.

He is wearing a black wizard leather jacket, with a few silver scimitars tied around his waist, and his silver hair is tied into a ponytail. Looks very capable. It was his eyes that contrasted sharply with his capable appearance. With his drooping eyelids, he looked like he had just woke up, and combined with his thin, slightly humped body like a bamboo pole, he appeared to the extreme listless.

"Hiss." He spit out a smoke ring and asked, "Are everyone here?"

Seeing the young man walking out of nothingness with a cigarette in his mouth, Hoffa squinted. Lifting his eyes for a moment, he looked at each other's silver hair. Looking at Aglaia standing next to Sherlock Bohan among the crowd, a sense of extreme confusion and absurdity appeared in his mind.

Could it be that this boy looks two years older than himself at worst. Actually, Aglea’s...father?

Is it really her father?

Fake it.

Be aware that Aglaia’s mother has crow's feet around the corner of his eyes, but he still looks about the same size as himself.

Who can stand this!

Is it related to the bloodline in his body? The elves in the fairy tale seem to live a long life...

He turned his head mechanically and stared at Aglaia’s face, hoping to see some clues from it. But there was no expression on her face, almost numb, just clenched fists.

Not only is Hoffa surprised. The other students were also surprised. But Hoffa guessed that he was the father of Aglaia, but the other students were surprised because of his attitude.

Fatier De La Cess just said what he said.

A tall Gryffindor student stood up with his arms akimbo: "Hey, who are you?"

"My name is Fatil Saloyan De La Cess . You call me Fatiel." The thin and tall man hunched his back and said bluntly.

"Fatier?"

The surrounding students exclaimed in disbelief.

"Are you a magical biology teacher?"

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

"This is my privacy, miss." He breathed out a cigarette and said.

"Skinny and young..."

The tall Gryffindor held his arm and looked up and down Fatir: "What a joke, it's a lie I want to eat a curse!"

Fatier pointed to the silver faculty sign on his chest, without explaining too much.

The signs cannot be faked, and students began to whisper.

"This guy is really a teacher..."

"Is the headmaster really crazy?"

"Or he is actually headmaster relatives?"

"The relatives can't do it too, does he think Hogwarts is his home?"

......

While talking, again Several Gryffindors in red robes surrounded them.

"Hey, teacher, do you want to prove yourself first?"

Hoffa squinted and stood beside him without saying a word. He could understand the Gryffindor's Dissatisfaction, this Fatir looks only about Fifth Year, younger than the average person present, how can students of Sixth Year and Seventh Year be convinced.

He was also very curious about how this seemingly young professor would shock these rebellious senior Gryffindor students.

But Fatir didn’t take any extra action. He just smoked a cigarette on the spot decadently and calmly said: "Fall in love, don’t get out of here."

As soon as it came out, several Gryffindors suck in a breath of cold air, their eyes widened and raised their arms. The fierce movement was directly ignored by Professor Dracas.

He exhaled a smoke ring, looked around, and asked weakly, "What are you holding in your hands, are you bricks?"

"Textbooks." Someone answered. .

"Oh, I thought you were going to build walls with this stuff." Drasses sneered slightly.

The students glanced at the textbooks in their hands, revealing an expression of unfathomable mystery. Hoffa immediately found common ground between this guy and Aglaia. It turns out that it can be inherited to be mean to speak...but this guy didn't look at his daughter from beginning to end.

Is Aglaia really her own?

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, and lit another one, which looked no different from a street gangster:

"Before I came, Dippet headmaster told me , This year Hogwarts wants to cultivate elites at all costs. Do you want to be elites?"

"Think..." The student replied with little confidence, not knowing what medicine this young teacher was selling.

"Then throw away the textbooks in your hands." He said lazily.

"Why?" Someone immediately began to object in an unyielding manner.

Draces: "Because it's useless."

The corners of the crowd's mouth twitched and some people sneered at each other. They were very upset with the young professor. "The textbook teaches us magic knowledge, but no knowledge. , How to become an elite."

"Oh, it's very simple." Fatir De Laces spit out a smoke ring, "Let's play."

The students couldn't help it. , The crowd began to snicker, and then, the snicker turned into laughed heartily. In the end, the student laughed so hard that he couldn't even straighten up the medicine. The skinny teenager stood in the crowd and smoked while each minding their own business, and there was no intention to stop them at all.

Hoffa couldn't help but glance at Aglaia, only to see her face turned red and white, her eyes full of incomprehension and strangeness.

At this time, the student’s have a big laughter ended, and a Slytherin student stood up and sarcastically said: "Professor Drasses, we are not here to play at Hogwarts."

"Then what are you going to do?" Fatir looked at the boy with blind eyes.

"Learn magic knowledge, become a powerhouse, and survive this troubled world." The boy solemnly vowed.

"You think so."

"That's right."

"What about you?" Drasses asked in a different person.

"Of course, I'm not here to play." The boy said the same.

Drasses asked Hoffa again, "Do you think so too?"

Hoffa thought about it carefully. He was full of this idea in his First Year. Although after two years of baptism, this idea has faded a little bit, but there is no doubt that he definitely hopes that he can be stronger.

"I have the same idea as them." Hoffa surely said.

Drasses: "So, what do you guys think? Study hard and become stronger, right?"

"Yes." These students answered in unison .

Fatier De Lasse was nodded with satisfaction, and said: "I really misunderstood, everyone here is a motivated stupid talent."

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Hey, who are you scolding?"

"Professors can't talk like that!"

"Is there a professor like you?"

"What unfathomable mystery lunatic, where did it come from?"

......

Some people even hold their arms and spit on the ground disdainfully . Hoffa felt that if it were not for the sign on his chest, some violent seniors would really go up and beat him.

But Professor De La Cess is still not angry, as if the anger of those students is just air to him, he said indifferently: "Learning, becoming stronger, you think so, so are the Germans. I think, the Japanese think so, and the Italians think so. They not only think so, but they have already put it into practice.

On the world, as long as a reasonable person will do this, since everyone is like this Do, everyone is moving towards this direction and working hard. Then why can you become an elite while others can't?"

He tone barely fell, and a boy immediately stood up and retorted:

"We can rely on hard work to defeat others. Life is a cruel competition, that is, a magnificent army with thousands of men and horses to cross a single-plank bridge."

Fatier nodded: "Yes, But you squeezed through the single-plank bridge, you are still a soldier or a horse."

"But..."

"But... "

Fatier's eyes raised slightly sharply, interrupting the students: "When you squeeze across the log bridge, you will find another log bridge in front of the log bridge. You will squeeze forward, and there is another log bridge in front of Single-plank bridge. The single-plank bridge is connected to the single-plank bridge. You squeeze through the single-plank bridge with bruises and bruises, and then squeeze forward, again and again, again and again. You will fall down one time, and one time you will fall down.

If you are lucky enough to come to the end of the single-plank bridge, do you know what you will find? You will find a chaos in front of you. There will be no more bridges.

You will be afraid, you will be afraid, because you learn The only ability you have gained is to have a single-plank bridge, and it does not include facing chaos or facing the unknown. You will even doubt your life and why you were born in this world."

Absolute silence After speaking a string of words, the Professor De Laces seemed to have exhausted a lot of energy and looked very tired. He took a deep breath and rubbed the temple.

"Follow the rules." Fatir took a cigarette and said decadently, "You did this only because someone told you to do it.

And you are willing to believe, It’s because everyone wants to use rules to recognize the world and bind the world. That way you will have a false sense of security.

But the world is changeable, and the world has no rules at all. The ones that apply today The rules will be invalidated tomorrow. The single-plank bridge built today may decay, break, and collapse tomorrow."

"May..."

"But ......"

The student wanted to refute, but he didn't know where to start.

Draces regained a little energy, he said: "The world has never lacked the life of hard work. But when the wizard bloodline flows in your body, you are destined to be different from those ordinary people. This It is a gift of fate and a heavy responsibility.

I will not teach you to squeeze a single-plank bridge numbly, I will teach you to build a single-plank bridge in chaos for others to walk on. Now, those who accept my opinion, Throw away your books. Don’t accept it, I don’t insist, everyone can choose their own path."

There was a moment of silence...

Slytherin’s students took the lead When they moved, they abandoned the books in their hands as if they were shoes. This action triggered a series of chain reactions.

Hoffa felt that the world view was a little loose, but out of curiosity, he also put the book on the ground.

Amid the crash-bang of throwing books, nearly half of the students quietly retreated. But Fatir didn't look at anyone, he just looked at the sky and smoked.

It wasn't until the remaining students threw away the books that he lowered his head and said, "I am glad that so many students remain. In short, my course is just playing. But Persevering in playing to the end is not swayed by any worldly vision, but also requires courage and persistence.

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

In the Scottish mountains more than fifty kilometers away from the Black Lake, there is an abandoned hunting ground built by the ancient wizard. No matter what method you use, only those who can swim to the opposite shore before dark are eligible to take my courses."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the opposite side of the black lake, and the crowd followed his fingers to look over. The rippling lake surface could not be seen at a glance.

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

"50 kilometers?"

"What? Traveling for 50 kilometers?"

"Really?"

......

The crowd turned their heads again, trying to confirm the truth with the professor, but when they turned their heads, the thin bamboo-like professor had disappeared in the air. middle. I don't know what spell was used.

From appearing to leaving, Fatir took less than twenty minutes in total. But in these twenty minutes, half of the students have been impressed by his mouth.

Seeing the professor walking so simply, out of curiosity, the students gathered around Aglaia, everyone talking at once: "Is that your big brother?"

"Sure Yes, aren’t all the surnames De La Cess?"

"Wow, is this really your big brother...?"

"Your brother has so much personality!" Some girls said.

"It looks pretty handsome!"

"It's just a little thin!"

"Thinness also smells."

" How old is he?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Can you introduce me to..."

"Get out!" Glea growled sharply, his face flushed.

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

Hoffa knows why, these girls almost never say "I want Fuck your father", it is strange that her personality is not violent.

But to be honest, Hoffa didn't think that Aglaia's dad was the guy who helped him once on the train. Last time Hoffa thought this person was weird. Now it seems that this guy is really weird. There seems to be no fairness in his world view.

Think about it carefully, Hoffa can also understand why Hogwarts invited him to be a teacher in this era. Peaceful times need fairness, war times don’t care about fairness, war times only need victory.

Just.

Swimming...

Hoffa glanced at the bundles of standard swimsuits on the table.

He secretly sighed a breath.

My worst thing is swimming.