Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

If you want to be selected by the teacher of the magical biology class and free from the heavy mechanical work, you have to cross the fifty-odd kilometers of the Black Lake. This is almost a fantasy in the eyes of ordinary Muggles.

Hoffa took a swimsuit and walked into the changing room, constantly thinking about ways to cross the lake.

The conditions in the wooden changing room are very crude, and at first glance it was built temporarily. However, in the changing room, dozens of house elves shuttled back and forth, folding the clothes that the students had changed neatly and putting them in different categories.

The swimming costumes prepared by the school seemed ordinary and old-fashioned. At first glance, they were shorts without a jacket. It felt like the skin of some kind of aquatic animal. On the side of the pants, you could 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 changing rooms, the scene seemed to be a large pool party.

The girls' attire is very ordinary, all in tight-fitting swimsuits. It's not as exaggerated and **** as later generations. But the joy of this first experience made the students excitedly pointing.

Boys get together to discuss girls' figures, and girls get together to discuss boys. Some are bold and some pretend to be inadvertent. But everyone's eyes are floating everywhere.

By this time, Aglaia, who was outstanding, was not very popular. Because after wearing a swimsuit, the proportion of the body's score began to rise sharply. Although she was in the bud, she was still a 13-year-old bud, and coupled with the tightness of the swimsuit, she didn't seem to be very brilliant at first glance.

On the contrary, the prefect named Sherlock next to her became the subject of heated discussion among the boys, and her figure was indeed hot enough. With **** and thin waist, it is even a bit exaggerated from the perspective of 15 years old.

Hoffado looked at her a few times, and she immediately glanced at Hoffa with her hips akimbo, her eyes staying on his face for one and one second.

Hoffa turned his head, thinking that although her figure was good, she was far worse than Osivia.

At this time, there was a hint of coolness from the waist. Turning her head to see, Miranda was poking her waist with a grin.

"What are you doing?"

Hoffa jumped aside and opened her somewhat mischievous hand.

"Usually you can't tell, your figure is quite predictable," Miranda said with admiration.

Hoffa thought for a long time, and said dryly: "Ha, your eyesight is dull enough."

Miranda looked around, shaking hands and betting in Hoffa's ear: "I'm telling you a secret, those girls are betting, whoever touches your abdominal muscles will give them money."

Hoffa was horrified. He looked over Miranda and saw a group of fourth and fifth grade girls chatting excitedly beside the tree. He didn't know which college they belonged to. Perceiving Hoffa's eyes, they even stamped their feet excitedly.

"what?"

He displeased: "When I am a park statue? Feel free to touch it for a fee..."

"200 gallons." Miranda said.

Hoffa's body was shocked, 200 gallons, he had never seen so much money in his life. Are these girls so rich?

He swallowed his saliva and said hoarsely: "Divide me in half?"

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

"You can't lose meat when you're touched," Hoffa said solemnly.

"You can still make money. Tsk tsk, I really envy it. It feels like being admired."

Miranda was joking, her slender palm slowly moved towards Hoffa's lower abdomen.

But at this moment, Hoffa suddenly felt the thorns on his back, as if someone was poking his neck with burning tongs. Miranda was also horrified, and withdrew her hand.

Murderous!

He turned his head and saw nothing, but he saw Aglaia in the distance holding his arms and staring at the white clouds in the sky.

The two looked at each other, and Miranda stuck out her tongue: "It seems that this money can't be made."

At this time, there was a plop not far away.

Someone has entered the water.

A few tall Gryffindors were extremely brave. They exaggeratedly showed off their muscles in front of the girls, and then jumped into the lake like dumplings.

But when they swim less than one kilometer, they are tired. This is no ordinary swimming pool. After swam another kilometer, several people turned around, thrashed, and tried to swim back.

It was probably because of leg cramps that didn't take long to swim. They struggled violently in the water, screaming for help while struggling. The students on the shore were stunned.

At this time, huge tentacles were tumbling out of the water, and several drowned Gryffindors were directly rolled up and thrown back into the grass.

The more sane group of students stood on the shore, looking at a few gryffindor seventh-graders who looked like a mess, they were all concerned. After the excitement passed, they all discovered the problem.

This is not a real pool party after all. It is serious to complete the course taught by Professor Drasses on the other side of the lake.

Hoffa stood on the shore of the lake and looked at the surface of the lake, and then looked at the Scottish mountains that were blurred into a small dot in the distance, thinking that this teacher had a problem.

He can't swim, he is a complete landruck, a terrestrial creature.

More than fifty kilometers, must swim past.

The world swimming champion must also be exhausted in it, which means that magic must be used, but in magic, there are not many spells that can float on the water. In fact, Hoffa does not even know one. He fell into the water last year. When I did, I never swam on my own.

"Have you figured it out?" Miranda asked.

"almost."

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

The first is the gills, the thing Harry will eat in the future Triwizard Tournament, which can give him the ability to swim. Second is deformation. Although his Animagus is not a fish, he can make his body streamlined. To increase the speed of travel.

Miranda: "Since you have an idea, then I will go first. Speaking of which, I don't really like swimming."

After speaking, she snapped her fingers back to Hoffa.

A large transparent ball barrier covered her whole person. She controlled the barrier, jumped into the lake, and then sank straight down.

At the bottom of the lake, she strolled to the other side of the lake, saying she was walking, but in fact it was like a spacewalk, very fast, ten meters in one step.

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

"should be."

"Why does the Bubble Curse sink?"

"Maybe other spells were used."

"Why don't we try it too?"

The bubble spell is not a difficult spell, and a group of students around have begun to follow Miranda's approach. But after they jumped into the water wrapped in bubbles, they couldn't even control the direction. They could only wave their limbs, follow the flow, bumping into each other, let alone walking leisurely.

Hoffa thought that in terms of spells and magic control, he was really inferior to his friend, a simple spell cast by different people with completely different effects.

......

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

She saw Shi Shiran take a step forward and naturally leaned back into the lake water. When she fell in mid-air, she herself became a lump of clear water liquid, and disappeared without a trace the moment she hit the lake.

The people around immediately exclaimed: "It's amazing, what kind of spell is that?"

"I don't know, I didn't watch her chanting a spell."

"Elemental Assimilation Curse, quite a profound magic."

Some senior students watched it out and shook their arms in admiration.

Seeing that they couldn't swim to the other side by brute force, the students of Hogwarts began to show their magical powers. Someone plunged their hands into the lake, called out the fish, and flowed towards the other side with the help of the fish. There were also senior students who walked directly to the Black Lake, and the surface of the water they stepped on was turned blue by frost.

After most of the students left, there were few people left on the grass. Aglaia hadn't left yet, Hoffa looked at her and wanted to have a word with her.

But she sat cross-legged on the shore of the lake without saying a word, separated a phantom directly from her body, and rushed towards the other side of the lake.

The illusion has neither substance nor weight, just like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, it dashed several kilometers on the lake.

Hoffa looked at her curiously, wondering what the use of her sending an illusion in the past.

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

But the following scene stunned Hoffa, she stood up, took a step forward, and disappeared in place.

The illusion that had run for several kilometers appeared on the spot, and then the illusion disappeared with a plop.

She and her own vision were upside down.

What a profound space magic. Hoffa was secretly surprised. It was hard to imagine that the little girl had become so much stronger without seeing it in a month.

Seeing the students disappearing one by one, Hoffa stopped watching. He went the other way and walked to the school castle.

He asked Slughorn, the professor of the potions class, to borrow a bit of gills to make up for his shortcomings of not being able to swim. At this point, he has no doubts. Slughorn looked after him for a month at the end of his second year, and the two had a very good relationship.

Since the magical biology class is full participation, Hoffa did not meet the students while walking in the castle in swimming trunks. But when they walked to the corridor on the third floor, the paintings on the wall woke up. They saw a half-fruit man walking by. Some of the paintings showed people shyly covering their eyes, and some began to criticize him harshly.

"Hey!"

"What grade is it?"

"It's ugly!"

"Moral corruption!"

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

"What style is that, and it's tight!"

"Are the current trends so disgusting?"

Hoffa covered his ears, but he didn't hear it. But at this moment, a few ghosts floated over from the other side of the corridor. There are men and women, they wear pleated long skirts, like a group of young women who go to a tea party in the Middle Ages, but the attitude of the ghosts is much more open than that of oil painting.

Silver-white ghosts drifted past Hoffa, covering their mouths and snickering.

"Hey! Where's your clothes?"

"Is it Halloween today?"

"It's nice to be young."

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

There are also female ghosts who are always walking around in Hoffa's body, staying for a long time, seeming to want to touch him, and her movements are a bit erotic. Although they could not really touch Hoffa, this caused his body heat to be quickly taken away.

Finally, Hoffa couldn't help but asked angrily:

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

"I haven't seen it." A ghost said honestly. "I wish I could try it too."

"by!!"

......

When I walked to the potions office on the third floor, the specter onlookers finally dispersed.

He knocked on the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a half-bald head stuck out. The obese Slughorn was smoking a cigarette, and when he saw a student standing in front of him, he almost didn't put the cigarette into his throat, he sternly yelled:

"Hey! What's your situation?"

"Professor, it's me."

Hoffa waved the smoke away.

"You...!" Slughorn saw the visitor clearly, his eyes widened, his expression relaxed a lot: "Hoffa, why did you dress like this? You got a girl who shouldn't be offended?"

"What are you thinking, professor."

Hoffa was speechless, and he spread out his hands: "Could you lend me some saccharum, I will use it for the magical biology class."

"Why do you need to use gills in the magical biology class?"

"To swim, professor."

"Fatier De La Cess's course?"

"Yes."

"He let you swim?"

"Yes."

"No wonder, I should have thought of this old lunatic."

Slughorn slapped his forehead: "What a lunatic...Who would invite him to class and want to train the entire Hogwarts into a demon?"

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

He dragged Hoffa into the office with great enthusiasm. Slughorn's office was as warm and luxurious as ever, with a blazing fire in the fireplace, without the cold style of the snake courtyard.

Slughorn: "There really is you... I really have you. I actually thought of using gills. It seems that you have done a lot of work on potions. You must have obtained it in one of my classes. Inspiration, right... Ah, it must be so..."

Slughorn opened the warehouse, hunched his stomach and started rummaging through the cabinets. At this moment, Hoffa saw a vague figure lying on the sofa aside. When I came closer, it turned out to be Tom Riddle.

He collapsed on the sofa, unconscious and sleeping soundly.

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 his sleepiness is severe. I can't go to the magical creatures like you. Class."

"Um..." Hoffa replied absent-mindedly, and his attention was always on the half-lying Tom Riddle.

But at this moment Tom Riddle was in a healed lethargic state. He closed his eyes tightly and made no sound.

When he walked to stand beside him, Hoffa could feel some small whispers, which were not real at all. The voice came from Riddle. It sounded like two people were whispering. He wanted to squat down to confirm this. Is it my own illusion.

There was footsteps behind him.

Hoffa straightened up and turned to look at Slughorn. The fat potions teacher handed over a bottle. After taking a look, it was not the seaweed-like plant written in the original book, but a small bottle of green medicine.

"This... doesn't seem to be the gall grass." Hoffa asked.

"I'm a professor in the potions class. If you want gall grass, you should ask the herbal medicine teacher for it!"

Slughorn straightened his stomach, and petted Hoffa with his stubby fingers: "This is a mermaid potion, child. It has been used for ten years, and the effect is very strong, very strong, pay attention to the amount. This is comparable to the effect of the saccharum too much."

Oh, Hoffa thought, no matter what, as long as you can swim, it is a good thing.

He thanked Slughorn, turned his head and walked out.

But when he reached the door, Slughorn couldn't help but stop him.

"child..."

"What's the matter, Professor?" Hoffa turned his head curiously.

"Did Fatir tell you a lot?" He gestured twice with his stubby fingers. "About life and education?"

Hoffa nodded, "Yes."

Slughorn hesitated for a moment, and walked to Hoffa, who smelled a strong snuff.

"Listen, Bach. It's not good to say that, but..."

After a pause, the fat professor lowered his voice solemnly:

"Fatier De La Cess is a passive naturalist and has no emotions. Just listen to what he says, but don't take it seriously. In his eyes, the entire human race should be extinct. "