Since Hoffa was still thinking about how to obtain the transformation books in the library, he didn't pay much attention to Miranda's request. He casually replied: "Okay, I'll go."

Miranda continued in a low voice: "Pario was originally going to discuss with the dean to let her become a seeker directly. Unfortunately, that guy Gorshak felt that first-year students could not participate in Quidditch, so he only let her be a seeker.

A substitute."

Hoffa was a little surprised. Isn't this similar to Harry's treatment? If Gorshak was a little more relaxed, this guy would be another first-year Seeker.

He turned to look at the girl in the center of the crowd, thinking that this guy was a template for the protagonist. The seeker was simply the king of the team. Those famous figures in previous lives were basically outstanding in Quidditch.

.

James, Harry, Malfoy, Cedric, Cho, Zhang, Krum, Ginny.

Wait wait wait.

Hoffa used to think she was a bit like Hermione, but now it seems that he thought differently. She is an all-around player.

...

If Hoffa thought that conciliatory compromise would work, he was dead wrong.

What happened next refreshed his outlook again.

On Friday, Hoffa had two classes to attend.

Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions classes.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts course in this era had not yet been enchanted and was just an ordinary course. The teacher was a retired old Auror named Arathea Mellors. He was also the Head of Gryffindor House.

He was very kind and humorous when teaching lower grade students. He basically told stories to the students. Vampires, werewolves, black goblins... all kinds of monsters he had faced when he was young. If Hoffa remembers correctly

, he should be the last normal Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. When he retired after teaching for 7 years, Tom Riddle wanted to get this position after graduation.

But after being rejected by Dumbledore and others, Tom Riddle cursed this position. From then on, no teacher could stay in this position for more than one year.

After Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning, there is Potions class in the afternoon.

The Potions class was taught by Slughorn, the headmaster of Slytherin House. Hoffa suddenly had an idea while having lunch, about signing in the library.

Compared to Snape in later generations, Slughorn was a talkative person. He would even hand over the secrets of the Horcruxes to Voldemort. He would also hand over his unbearable memories to Harry Potter.

But the premise of all this is that you can gain his approval.

That's right, Slughorn only associates with those students whom he considers valuable and promising in his eyes, and regards these students as the most precious collection in life. After he retired, in order to become Harry

The teacher would rather return to the world of martial arts.

To put it simply, this person not only judges people by their appearance, but is also a bit snobbish.

But he is not evil-minded. If Hoffa can get his approval, it shouldn't be difficult to get a signature for a library book from him.

After all, Voldemort can even be taught the secrets of Horcruxes, so what does a signature mean?

Usually Hoffa is very casual in class, but today he went straight to the bathroom after dinner, tidied up his appearance, and then combed his black hair neatly behind his head.

This made him look a lot more energetic. His appearance was not ugly to begin with. After dressing up carefully, he looked a little handsome.

By making a good first impression and then acting more positive, Hoffa felt that he should be able to get Slughorn's attention.

The Potions classroom is in the basement of Hogwarts. It is cooler than the main building of the castle above. There are glass jars along the wall with animal specimens soaked in them and mutated body organs. Hoffa feels that it is quite interesting here, Si

Lytlin's common room should be nearby.

After entering, the basement was filled with light mist, full of various weird smells, and many bubbling cauldrons.

Hoffa looked over one by one, and he recognized all the potions being made. Thanks to his superior spirit, he had memorized most of the potion books. If Slughorn wanted

If asked a question, he felt he could stand out.

The classroom table in the basement is round because the crucible is placed in the middle.

The Slytherin students sat at the same table, as did the Ravenclaw students. As a result, Hoffa only sat at the same table as Aglaia.

And this time it was very unfortunate that the Slytherin table was very close to Ravenclaw, and Tom Riddle, the future devil, was sitting opposite Hoffa.

The feeling of being attacked from both sides made Hoffa uncomfortable, but he didn't show it.

Not long after we sat down, the door to the underground classroom opened. Before Slughorn showed up, the big belly had already pushed in. Then a man appeared with a meerschaum-inlaid silver pipe in his mouth.

Wearing a tight-fitting jacket, he is much younger than he would have been fifty years later, not bald, but fatter.

He was smiling like a giant smoking walrus.

After entering the basement, Slughorn first glanced at the students, and stayed a little longer on Aglaia and Tom Riddle, because these two people had the most outstanding appearance.

Then, he picked up the roster, glanced at it, and started calling names.

Hoffa thought to himself that the purpose of this guy's roll call was probably to see if any of his students were descendants of big families or famous wizards.

Therefore, when he clicked on Tom Marvolo, he was a little surprised. He took another look at Tom in the crowd. Marvolo of the Gaunt family was also a famous figure.

Hoffa feels that Alexander and Voldemort are more handsome than him, and Voldemort still has the aura of Salazar Slytherin. If you want to win this person's favor, you must perform extremely well, otherwise he will be like Ron.

He couldn't even remember his name, let alone get the signature leading to the forbidden book area.

After calling the names, Slughorn blew out a smoke ring and said happily: "Okay, classmates, please take out the scale, medicine bag, and "Magic Potions and Potions" textbook."

The sound of clattering things was heard in the classroom.

Hoffa is a little disappointed. Is class going to begin now?

"But..." Slughorn added, before that, I prepared a few potions to open your eyes. Let you first experience the fascinating and wonderful magic of potions."

As he spoke, he pointed at the sizzling cauldron on the Slytherin table and asked, "Can someone tell me what this medicine is?"

Here it comes! Hoffa was so excited that he immediately raised his palms high.

Slughorn saw someone raising his hand and nodded happily.

"Very well, tell me."

Hoffa stood up and said: "The anti-cold medicine is made from daisy root and licorice juice in a ratio of one to nine, plus seal fat and mouse spleen. It is mostly used in Northern Europe and Siberia."

“Back to pretty much right.”

Slughorn said loudly.

"What's your name?" (He really didn't remember Hoffa's name.)

"Hoffa Bach, sir."

"Is it Bach? Very good. Five points for Ravenclaw."

Slughorn nodded to Hoffa and asked him to sit down.

Hoffa was very happy. It seemed that he had left a good first impression on Slughorn. After he completed the course, he might be able to stay and get an autograph.

Aglaia crossed her arms and snorted disdainfully.

Tom Riddle at the Slytherin table leaned on his chair with interest.

Slughorn walked to another cauldron with gray solvent coming out and asked, "Now, can any other student tell me what this potion is?"

There is no doubt that Hoffa's palm is pointing to the sky again.

Slughorn showed a surprised expression: "Bach, very good, you can tell me."

Hoffa stood up again and said: "The petrifying agent is made from the eggs of the stone-dwelling warbler, the eggs of the fire-ash snake, plus rock moss, and a cave spider eye. It is non-toxic. Its function is to make people fall into a temporary state."

The petrified state lasts about 15 minutes."

"Very accurate, very accurate! Fellow Hoffa, Ravenclaw adds five points."

Slanhorn blew out a puff of smoke and showed an appreciative expression. He turned to the students and said, "Why are you so stunned? Why don't you write it down quickly?"

There were rustling sounds of parchment being pulled out, and even Tom Riddle picked up a quill.

But only one person remained motionless.

It was Aglaia, leaning back in her chair, rubbing her chin, and staring at Hoffa suspiciously.

She began to doubt Hoffa's intentions.

Hoffa noticed Aglaia's ghostly gaze, but he didn't care. All his attention was on Slughorn. As long as he could get a good impression and get an autograph, he could get the book from the restricted book area.

Metamorphosis books.

After the students finished taking notes, Slughorn turned to a light purple cauldron.

"Have you ever..."

Before he could finish speaking, a palm pointed to the sky.

But this time it's not Hoffa.

It's Aglaia.

Hoffa didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to show up halfway, and neither did Slughorn.

He chewed his pipe and froze.

"Miss De Laces, do you... have any questions?"

Aglaia stood up directly.
To be continued...