Chapter 164 Chapter 31

The next day, Hoffa woke up early. Since his internship at St. Mungo's Hospital, he has hardly ever been up after six.

After waking up, the course list was already placed on the bedside table.

Hoffa picked it up and saw that there was a transformation class on the first day. And on Friday afternoon, it was their new third-year course, Amazing Biology.

This class in this era is only called magical biology. If Hoffa remembers correctly, it should be called the protection of magical creatures in later generations. Rubeus Hagrid is the teacher.

But now, Hagrid himself couldn't even see the shadow, and this class was taught by Aglaia's father, whom he had never met, which made him full of curiosity about this class.

Lying on the bed, he turned over the class sheet, wanting to see what day Dumbledore's class was, and he still had the idea of ​​asking Dumbledore for a question. But after looking through it again and again, he found that the Charms class was missing from the timetable, and more than half of the whole timetable was Potions and Herbology.

These two classes are so much more. Almost squeezed out the position of many unpopular subjects before. Arithmetic divination, divination, astronomy classes, ancient runes, and even spells, these classes are all gone,

Hoffa can understand the arrangement of the school in this way. After all, the most important thing in the war years is medicine, and one more medicine may lead to one more life. But taking all the time out of the Charms class is a bit too much, after all, Charms is also a very important subject!

Reluctantly putting down the schedule, Hoffa got up, changed and washed.

During breakfast, Hoffa met Miranda and Aglaia, and of course, the strange blond prefect, Sherlock Bohan.

The senior was always by Miranda and Aglaia's side. As long as Hoffa appeared in her sight, Prefect Bohan would show an impeccable smile and do this and that for the two girls.

However, Miranda was very polite and perfunctory to her, while Aglaia was silent most of the time with her.

This made Hoffa both puzzled and amused. She seemed eager to take her place as Miranda and Aglaia's new friend.

Hoffa doesn't mind who his two friends associate with. Ravenclaw is not a college that pays too much attention to interpersonal communication.

But Prefect Bohan's eyes like a miser looking at a thief made him a little uncomfortable. Does he look like a pervert? What is she wary of.

Unfortunately, during the first Transfiguration class, Prefect Bohan finally couldn't cling to Miranda and Aglaia anymore. Because she is in the fifth grade, she has her own class to attend.

When Hoffa took the textbook and stepped into the Transfiguration classroom, he found that this year's Transfiguration classroom has changed a lot.

He even thought he had come to an empty room. The top of the room is painted black and the bottom white. It looks rather odd.

All the books and props left by Dumbledore and Osilvia before were removed, leaving nothing behind. There are no desks, chairs, blackboards, or projectors.

When Hoffa was in a daze, Miranda also entered the room. She frowned and looked at the classroom: "The color of this classroom must be reversed."

She rubbed her chin and asked Hoffa, "Have you seen this Professor Jacob Bohan?"

"Yes." Hoffa paused, "but only twice."

"Oh." Miranda thought for a while, then asked Aglaia who was standing on the other side, "What is your relationship with him?"

Aglaia said briefly: "Mother's brother."

"This year the school's teacher was hired by your family?"

Miranda joked, "It's uncle and father, no wonder they want to install a safe for you."

"What safe?" Aglaia was puzzled.

"It's the prefect who walks around you every day, for fear that you will be abducted by others. Isn't she also surnamed Bohan?"

Aglaia turned her head, not wanting to take up the topic.

At this time, the large army of students came.

Seeing the empty classroom, they all shouted.

"Wow, what's going on here?"

"Where's the desk?"

"real or fake."

"Did you come to the wrong place?"

"You didn't come to the wrong place."

A loud but somewhat ethereal voice came from behind.

The crowd turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man walking slowly. He passed through the crowd and stood in the middle of the classroom. He opened his arms and smiled with a spring-like expression: "This is the teaching mode I want, please sit down."

sit?

Hoffa looked at the snow-white ground, thinking it was too weird, the ground was painted white, and it would turn black after a while.

Transfiguration class Hoffa's best course. Whether it is Dumbledore in the first grade or Osilvia in the second grade, he has learned a lot from these teachers.

But the problem is, there is no deformed material in this classroom, how to change it? What else is he going to teach?

Professor Bohan took the lead to sit down, and other students also sat down in the empty room. The picture is a bit like an ancient Greek philosopher giving a lecture.

Miranda sat next to Hoffa, and Aglea sat next to another girl, ignoring Miranda and Hoffa.

Miranda looked at Aglaia's indifferent profile and asked, "How did you offend her?"

"I"

Before Hoffa had time to explain, he felt someone watching him. It turned out to be Professor Bohan. He immediately stopped talking in a whisper.

After the classroom fell silent, the transfiguration teacher who was sitting cross-legged raised a finger: "What are you holding in your hands, bricks?"

"Textbooks." Someone replied.

"Oh, I thought you guys were going to use this thing to build walls." Yago said with a slight sarcasm.

The students glanced at the textbooks in their hands, showing inexplicable expressions.

Yago continued: "Before I came, Principal Dippet told me that this year Hogwarts will cultivate elites at all costs. Do you want to become elites?"

"I think" the student replied without any confidence, and he didn't even know what kind of medicine Teacher Transformation was selling.

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

"Why?" Someone immediately objected angrily.

Jacob: "Because it doesn't work."

The mouth corners of the crowd twitched, and some people retorted, "Textbooks teach us magic knowledge, without knowledge, how can we become elites."

"Oh, it's very simple. Let's play." Jacob said with a smile.

After a moment of silence.

The students couldn't help it, and the crowd started snickering, and then the snickering turned into laughter. In the end, the students laughed so hard that they couldn't even straighten their backs, but Yago didn't stop them at all.

Hoffa couldn't help but look carefully at the guy who caused him to be in prison, wondering if this guy was serious, or was his brain broken? Why did you say such a shocking thing right from the start?

At this time, the laughter of the students ended, and a Slytherin student stood up and sarcastically said, "Professor Bohan, we didn't come to Hogwarts for fun."

"Then what are you going to do?" Yago looked at the boy seriously.

"Learn magic knowledge, become strong, and survive in this troubled world." The boy said vowedly.

"You think so."

"That's right."

"What about you?" Yago asked another person.

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

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

Hoffa thought about it carefully, and his mind was full of this idea when he was in the first grade. Although after two years of baptism, this idea has faded a little bit now, but there is no doubt that he definitely hopes that he can be stronger.

"I think the same as them," Hoffa said affirmatively.

Yago: "So, you all think so? Study hard and become stronger, right?"

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

Ya Ge nodded in satisfaction, and said: "I am sure I was wrong. Everyone here is motivated and stupid."

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Hey, who are you scolding?"

"Professor can't talk like that!"

"Is there a professor like you?"

"What inexplicable lunatic, where did it come from?"

Some even crossed their arms and spat on the ground in disdain. Hoffa felt that if it weren't for the badge on his chest, some grumpy students would actually go up and beat him up.

But the new Professor of Transfiguration is still not angry, as if the anger of those students is just air to him, he said lightly: "Learn, become stronger, you think so, the Germans think so, the Japanese think so, The Italians think so too, not only do they think so, but they have already put it into practice.

In the world, as long as a rational person will do this, since everyone is doing this, everyone is working hard in this direction. So why can you be an elite and others can't? "

As soon as he finished speaking, a boy immediately stood up and retorted:

"We can rely on hard work to defeat others. Life is a cruel competition, that is, thousands of troops cross a single-plank bridge."

Yago nodded: "That's right, but you squeezed through the single-plank bridge, you are still a soldier, or a horse."

"But."

"But."

Yago raised his eyes sharply and interrupted the student: "When you squeeze through the single-plank bridge, you will find another single-plank bridge in front of the single-plank bridge. You will squeeze forward, and there is another single-plank bridge in front of the single-plank bridge. The single-plank bridge is connected with the single-plank bridge, and you are covered in bruises." Squeeze over the single-plank bridge, squeeze forward, again and again, again and again. You will fall down once, and you will fall down once.

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 that there is chaos in front of you. There are no more bridges.

You will be afraid, you will be afraid, because the ability you have learned is only to cross the single-plank bridge, and it does not include facing chaos and the unknown. You may even doubt your own life, what is the purpose of being born in this world. "

The audience was silent.

"Follow the rules." Yago laughed, "You only do it because someone told you to do it.

And you are willing to believe because everyone wants to use rules to understand the world and bind the world. That way you create a false sense of security.

But the world is changeable, and there are no rules in the world. The rules that apply today are invalid tomorrow. The single-plank bridge built today may decay, break, and collapse tomorrow. "

"Can"

"But."

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

Yago continued: "The world has never lacked hardworking lives. But when the blood of wizards flows 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 the single-plank bridge numbly, I will teach you to build a single-plank bridge in the chaos for others to walk on. Now, people who accept my point of view, throw away your books. I don't accept it, I don't force it, everyone can choose their own path. "

There was a moment of silence.

The Slytherin students were the first to move, throwing the books in their hands like shoes. This action set off 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.