Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Aglaia's speculation was not wrong. In just one afternoon, Tom Riddle defeated all the opponents who came to challenge with only one curse, without even needing any helper.

No one can defend against his curse.

The price is only a row of dead plants on the balcony.

Undoubtedly, he became Professor Melrose's assistant, and became the first assistant in Hogwarts at the speed of a rocket.

This big news not only made all the students of Gryffindor stunned, but also almost all the students talked about it. A Slytherin serving as the assistant teacher of the dean of Gryffindor is still a second-year student who is not very famous.

For a while, all Gryffindors blamed each other.

The second grade blames the third grade, the third grade blames the fourth grade, the fourth grade...and so on, until the seventh grade.

But no one cracked it means no one cracked it.

To be honest, Hoffa didn't know how to break the curse himself. It's the truth that he can walk around with ghosts to hide, but that is completely different from cracking.

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

On Wednesday, Hoffa unsurprisingly ushered in his first metamorphosis class in the second grade.

There is no doubt, he does not want to go.

He even wanted to miss all transformation classes like Miranda who didn't attend a spell class last year. But obviously he can't do that. His grandfather is not the vice-principal, and he is not an 11-year-old.

Ideas are just ideas.

After breakfast, he silently followed the two friends and walked into the transformation classroom on the third floor.

In the classroom, Tom Riddle became a hero in the eyes of all Slytherins. Even the arrogant Malfoy admired him a lot.

He took Tom's shoulders and sat on the table talking.

There is a great instructing state, a posture of invincibility.

But Tom was very low-key, he just smiled and talked to the admirers around him amicably.

Hoffa didn't know what this guy did after staying in school for more than two months, but obviously, he didn't waste any time.

I didn't wait too long in the classroom, and a firm and passive mental force field moved from far to near.

Bang!

As soon as the door of the Transfiguration Classroom opened, Hoffa lowered his head and said nothing amidst the laughter.

Osivia walked in slowly. She was wearing a purple robe, high-top leather boots, and carrying an ordinary satchel. She was still meticulous and indifferent.

The others didn't have the same experience as Hoffa. They didn't know the tall girl in front of them at all, and they talked excitedly one by one.

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

Throughout the Slytherin table, only Tom Riddle had a calm expression.

Osivia stood on the podium and scanned for a week without saying a word. Neither stopped the crowd from excitement, nor yelled at them.

It wasn't until the people below felt something was wrong that the voice slowly calmed down until there was no sound.

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

"Abraxas Malfoy."

Malfoy raised his hand excitedly.

"Here."

"Finger Rockner."

"Here."

"Charlie Black."

"Here."

"Falco Ekron."

"Here."

......

After scoring more than a dozen students, she put down the roster and said indifferently: "The person I ordered just now will be deducted 10 points. If you make a noise next time, you will deduct 20. If you commit a crime for the third time, you don’t have to take the final exam ."

The enthusiasm in the classroom was like a bonfire meeting the cold Siberian wind, and it was blown out in an instant.

Those Slytherins were all taken aback, they looked at each other, as if they could put an egg in their mouths.

Before she started the class, she had already written down everyone's names.

Aglaia grinned on her lips, bumped Hoffa with her elbow, and said with her mouth: "I like this teacher."

Hoffa just glanced at her and continued to lower his head. Don't talk to each other.

Osivia didn't intend to waste much energy on punishing students. She was like the most efficient energy conservationist, standing on the podium and taking out the textbooks motionlessly.

"Transfiguration is the most rigorous and sophisticated of all disciplines. It is also the discipline that needs creativity the most. It is different from the word of mouth of spells, and it is also different from the efficient targeting of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It is very flexible, only the most Only those with imagination can use it well."

Osivia's tone in class is the same as when she was on a Moroccan ship, without ups and downs, and lifeless at all.

"What is Transfiguration and how to make good use of Transfiguration? Every mature wizard has his own answer, and my answer is more inclined to use as many cards as there are.

Last year, Professor Dumbledore must have helped you lay a good foundation, but I have seen your results, and your transfiguration is too early for practical use..."

Aglaia elbowed Hoffa again, and whispered: "This newly graduated teacher is a little bit self-righteous. How about showing your hand when you come to frighten her?"

Hoffa didn't say a word, he sat a little further away, not allowing Aglaia to elbow himself.

To be honest, I don't want to listen to Osivia's courses at all. He didn't want to learn her understanding of transformation, and he didn't want to be indulged in the beauty of a foreign teacher like some pig brother Slytherin.

Every second of sitting in the class made him feel like sitting on pins and needles.

Osivia continued to lecture on the podium:

"There is no fixed routine for Transfiguration, and even everyone's Animagus will be different.

According to the picture, it is definitely not the path that a deformed master should take.

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

I don’t expect each of you to become Animagus. That’s unrealistic, but I hope that this year, each of you can have your own unique way of transformation and the ability to respond to emergencies, not just Just change some bottles and cans to cope with the exam. "

After a pause, Osivia said:

"However, in the first class, I want to learn about each of you's current level of deformation. So that I can have targeted teaching."

As soon as this remark came out, the bonfire that was caught in the Siberian cold wind showed signs of resurgence.

Many boys below are beginning to writhe their **** restlessly. Who doesn't want to prove their speciality in front of the beautiful teacher?

Osivia: "If any of you can satisfy me with polymorphism, I will promote one of you to become a teaching assistant."

The bonfire of youth burned to a height of three meters.

Wow! !

At this moment, more than twenty arms pointed straight at the sky.

"Hoffa, Hoffa..."

Aglaia started to poke Hoffa excitedly again.

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

"What are you doing!?"

Hoffa whispered irritably.

"Go on, isn't this what you are best at?"

Agley was anxious as the Asia Pacific Supervisor.

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

Hoffa said coldly.

Aglaia widened his eyes and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you, weren't you very active when Dumbledore was in class?"

"Maybe it's shy to see the beautiful teacher."

Miranda teased in a low voice.

"you shut up."

Hoffa glared at her.

Miranda was slightly startled, "Just kidding."

Osivia tapped her finger on the table: "Quiet."

Hoffa's two friends shut their mouths, and the faces of the students who raised their hands below flushed, their lips pressed tightly, like a group of concubines waiting for the emperor to turn over.

Malfoy almost stood on his chair.

Osivia glanced around: "Malfoy."

"liquid!!"

Malfoy clenched a fist and jumped to the podium in two steps.

"How and what?" he asked urgently.

Holding a cardboard and a quill pen, Osivia said without looking up, "Show the changes you are best at.

Malfoy picked up a piece of chalk with trembling fingers and turned it into a rose like a treasure. He smiled and stepped forward, pressing his abdomen with one hand, making an impeccable noble gift.

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

Osivia, who is recording, raised his eyelids: "It's meaningless and worthless deformation, the level of an average first-year graduate."

Malfoy's red face quickly became stunned, and the snickers of the others in the audience made him gloomy and unable to step down.

"It's meaningless, Miss Romanov."

He specially aggravated the tone of the English Miss Chinese.

"Slytherin deducts ten points." She said flatly, "Call me professor."

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

Osivia put down the quill: "The essence of deformation is understanding. If you can't really understand the essence of a thing, the appearance of the change is just futile. Mr. Malfoy, your rose has no thorns."

Malfoy straightened up, his face cold, he threw the rose to the ground, glanced sideways, snorted coldly, and strode off the podium, shaking his robe.

Osivia looked up for a week and said: "This year, my course will focus on human body deformation, and there is no need to show those simple object transformations."

After a pause, she asked: "If the human body is deformed, does anyone know it?"

Everyone's hands were retracted, and the campfire of youth was completely extinguished.

Osivia saw that no one was raising her hand, so she turned the page calmly.

"Then I will start the roll call based on last semester's grades ranking, Agleia De La Cess."

Aglaia stood up.

"Can you deform your body?" Osivia asked directly.

Aglaia shook her head unwillingly.

Hoffa pointed his finger on the table without saying a word, because he was behind Aglaia on the transcript of the transformation class, and he didn't want to interact with this "new teacher" at all.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Then, Osivia called out the third-placed Tom and skipped him directly, Hoffa was a little relieved.

......

......

Finally, an hour later, a depressing and grotesque deformation class ended. The crowd stood up with mixed emotions and all exited.

Malfoy of Slytherin kicked open the door.

Hoffa lowered his head to mix in the crowd and walked out quickly.

However, as soon as he walked to the door, a cold cry came from behind him.

"Hoffa Bach, please wait a minute."

With the call of the teacher of the transformation class, all the students looked sideways at Hoffa. For them, it was strange that Hoffa, the best performer in the transformation class, had no sound during the whole class.

Miranda and Aglaia were taken aback, looking curiously between Hoffa and the teacher of the new transformation class.

Hoffa stood still, took a deep breath, clenched his fists and then released them. Afterwards, he gently said to his two friends: "You go out first, and I'll be here in a while."

Aglaia: "Okay... OK."

Miranda glanced at the transformation teacher, and then at the smiling Hoffa: "Interesting."

Afterwards, she dragged Aglaia, who turned around in a puzzled step, and walked out of the classroom.

When the classroom was empty, Hoffa let out a sigh, turned around, and asked with a cold expression, "What are you doing?"

Osivia waved her magic wand and the classroom closed suddenly.

"Summer vacation, if you don't say hello to me, you will leave privately..."

"Can we not mention the summer vacation." Hoffa said calmly. "Now you are a teacher and I am a student. What do you have to say?"

After a moment of silence.

Osivia stepped off the podium: "I need your help on one thing."

"Stay in the dormitory and not move? I can do it."

Hoffa nodded.

"No."

Osivia ignored the spikes in Huo's French breath. She said: "I heard Dumbledore talk about you, and I also saw your grades last year. Your grades are very good..."

"If you have something, please speak up."

"I hope you can serve as an assistant in my transformation class."

Hoffa raised his eyebrows: "Me?"

"Ok."

"Can you take the liberty to ask why?"

"Every teacher this year has his own extra task. My task is to help Hogwarts and help the British Ministry of Magic find the Forbidden Art Library. I hope that you can help me in this matter."

The library is also a library.

Hoffa smiled helplessly, shook his head, and said softly: "Please be clever."

After speaking, he bent over and strode back.

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

Hoffa shook away fiercely, drew out his wand, and whispered, "What do you want to do?"

"I need your help, if you have any comments, you can say it." Osivia said sincerely.

"opinion?"

"Ok."

"Then I will ask you again, what are you looking for."

"Forbidden Art Library."

"Hmph." Hoffa sneered, and opened his hands somewhat sadly: "Professor Romanov, I think you are lying."

"No."

"No, what is that?"

Hoffa reached out his hand.

Osivia turned her head, her eyes twitched.

Hoffa took a step forward, took out an old newspaper from her bag little by little, and placed it in front of her eyes.

"You are crazy, how long is this newspaper? 4 months!"

Osivia finally shut up.

Hoffa sighed:

"You still haven't changed at all, Professor, use a cold appearance and attitude to cover up your heart full of anger and hatred.

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