165 Chapter 32, Ideal

Amidst the sound of throwing books, nearly half of the students retreated quietly. But Jacob didn't mind at all, he was still smiling.

It wasn't until the rest of the students threw away their books that he lowered his head and said calmly:

"Transfiguration, among all disciplines, is the closest to the origin of all things. Understand all things, understand all things, and finally control all things.

Those who know nothing about the world, those who are self-righteous, and those wizards who don't know how to listen to the desires of all things, have deviated from the path of transformation from the moment they were born. "

When this passage was said, the students were taken aback. Those students with dissatisfied faces sat up straight. This guy, something. Hoffa thought.

Ya Ge said slowly: "However, there is an inevitable watershed between being mastered and mastering others, and that is mastering oneself."

"Hiss~"

Some of the students exclaimed in a low voice.

Jacob said slowly: "And...to control yourself, first of all, you must understand yourself."

All the students were silent.

Jacob: "Do you know yourselves?"

Some students looked at each other in blank dismay, some couldn't hide their excitement, and some remained silent. Someone looked confused.

Jacob looked around, and his eyes stayed on Hoffa's face for a moment. Finally, he shook his eyes and said, in the first class, I will not teach you so-called magic:

"I want to know what each of you wants to do most."

Immediately someone raised his hand, it was a Gryffindor student in a red robe.

Jacob nodded with a satisfied smile: "You say."

The Gryffindor student stood up and blurted out without hesitation: "I want to be the Minister of Magic."

Such arrogant remarks made everyone laugh.

"Moyes, aren't you out of your mind?"

"Your father is the gatekeeper at the Ministry of Magic!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The brave boy looked at Sizuo stubbornly, but the Transfiguration teacher applauded: "Rights are the best way to progress. It seems that you know yourself well enough. I am very satisfied with this answer."

The Gryffindor students sat down happily, and Jacob looked around, raising one hand timidly.

Jacob nodded, and a boy with short hair and glasses stood up. He was wearing plain clothes with second-hand patches.

"what you up to?"

Jacob's voice is intoxicatingly magnetic.

"I want to be rich enough to buy Gringotts," said the boy.

Loud laughter swept the classroom again, and the air was full of joy. This time, there were not only jeers, but also inexplicable boos, and the boy followed behind the crowd, grinning his lips. It seems that I also feel that this dream is a little too crazy.

Jacob didn't stop the other students from booing.

Just looking at him with admiration after booing the rate cut: "Very well, money is the greatest fantasy, master it, and you master eighty percent of your destiny."

Without denying the craziest idea in his heart, the boy blushed and nodded excitedly, and sat down.

The attitude of the transformation class teacher made other students a little stunned.

At this time, a girl raised her hand.

Jacob said, "What dreams do you have?"

The girl with curly black hair stood up, blushing and said shyly, "I want to have a date with classmate Hoffa."

"oh!!"

"Woo~!"

"Hush!!"

The chaotic noise in the classroom nearly knocked the roof off. This time, it's boys who shush, and girls who shush too.

Hoffa, who was in a daze, was shocked and almost fell to the ground without a flat ground. He was shot while lying down.

Jacob laughed loudly: "You are really very brave, but this dream may not be realized by one person, right?"

The girl nodded shyly, rubbing her school robe on her chest with her fingers, staring at the figure in the corner without blinking.

Miranda laughed and elbowed Hoffa. Hoffa looked at her displeasedly over his shoulder.

Miranda pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Don't be so rude, just take a look at him."

Hoffa had no choice but to raise his head, glanced at the mediocre Hufflepuff girl, nodded very politely, clasped his hands together, and lowered his head to ninety degrees, expressing his great apology.

The Hufflepuff girl didn't know whether she didn't understand the meaning of this action, or she didn't mind. After getting this answer, she happily sat down, chatting and laughing with her classmates.

Aglaia, on the other hand, folded her arms, and the muscles at the corners of her mouth twitched, as if she was eating a piece of slug-flavored gum. She looked at Hoffa with disgust and disgust on her face.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the classroom has been completely ignited. Before Jacob could ask another question, a pair of palms in the classroom were raised one after another. They all want to say the craziest thoughts in their hearts.

Jacob didn't disappoint them either, he picked up a roster and asked them one by one.

"I want my family to be in good health."

"I want to be a general."

"I want to be a ghost ship captain."

"I want to go to every corner of the earth."

"I'm going to be the king of rock and roll among wizards."

"I'm going to be the best Quidditch player ever."

The students seem to have higher ideals and aspirations than the other, but there are also students whose goals are quite simple.

"I want to marry a handsome guy."

"I want to marry ten handsome men"

"Hahaha, I want to marry a hundred handsome guys"

No matter what the students say, it doesn't matter whether it's the Minister of Magic or marrying a hundred handsome guys. The corner of Jacob's mouth is always full of a smile, which makes people can't help but have endless affection for him.

In a pleasant atmosphere, Jacob read the roster to the middle, and finally it was the turn of the three Hoffa sitting in the corner.

While everyone else was answering questions enthusiastically, the Hoffa trio seemed quite calm and composed.

Since Miranda reminded Hoffa, her expression gradually became indifferent. She never raised her hand, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Aglaia still folded her arms, angrily staring at a group of laughing girls in the distance, with a terrifying light shining in her big blue eyes.

At this time, Yago put down the roster, turned his head and asked, "Miss Goshack, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I want to travel the world and know everything."

Miranda said lightly.

"Being a bystander?"

Yago asked immediately.

Miranda was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"Roughly the same."

"You're already halfway there."

Jacob nodded appreciatively.

Afterwards, he looked at Aglaia with a smile again, and asked, "What about you, Aglaia."

Aglaia looked at Jacob with a confused expression. After watching for a while, she scratched her head: "I want to be happy."

Some students made a low-pitched, woo-woo sound.

But most of these voices were exclamations, not ridicule. Maybe it's her life experience that discourages others. If she really wants to be happy, maybe she can indeed be happy every day.

"Only this dream is the most difficult to realize."

But Jacob sighed softly: "In the world, there is half pain and half happiness, and no one can escape."

Aglaia shrugged and didn't answer, as if she didn't think the answer was meaningful.

Eventually, after asking everyone. Jacob's head turned to Hoffa: "Bach, what do you want to do in the future."

At this moment, there seemed to be a strange spiritual force field in that voice, which made Hoffa, who lowered his head, unavoidable, and directly bumped into it head-on.

When the Transfiguration class teacher spoke, he began to notice a trace of panic, because he suddenly discovered that he had never really considered this question. What do you want to do in the future, what do you want to do.

This sudden torture made him more restless than the sudden confession he just heard.

In a trance, the room seemed to be stretched, becoming infinitely larger, the classmates at hand gradually moved away from me, and the voice also moved away from me.

What do you want to do in the future?

What do you want to do in the future?

Get stronger and survive?

It seems that after two years of magic training, it should not be a problem to survive in this troubled world. However, it seems that just living is not enough.

In the future, what exactly do you want to do?

He began to seek answers within himself.

Make a lot of money? This answer should be liked by many people, but why does it sound so boring.

Becoming the Minister of Magic seems to be a bit tiring, and I don't seem to like having meetings with a group of people around the table.

Become a big star in the wizard? Only a handful of people in the school like it, so I am upset, can I still stand on the stage and sing and dance?

After much deliberation, Hoffa was unable to find a definite answer for a while.

While he was thinking, everyone in the class looked at him.

And Jacob looked at him without blinking.

After nearly half a minute, Hoffa raised his head. Slowly and earnestly said: "Maybe. I want to be a different person."

"Then what is your definition of different?"

"I have no idea."

Hoffa scratched his head. To be honest, he really didn't know how to answer the professor's question. He has no definite answer, he has no so-called definite goal.

Money, power, fame? All definite goals seemed to be a fetter that made it difficult for him to express them.

He dived down again, trying to find the answer to the question.

At this time, a vague voice sounded from the bottom of his heart.

"I want to change the world, I want the world to turn under my will."

He was startled by the sound.

Probably the sum of the dreams of all the previous students is not as crazy as my own.

Hoffa shook his head and met the smiling eyes of the transformation class teacher.

He looked around and was silent for a moment.

Shake your head.

"For the time being, I haven't thought about it yet."

"It seems that you still don't have a definite answer. This is really a sad thing." Jacob said softly.

After a pause, Jacob asked, "Then what do you think of reality?"

This question was asked by Hoffa. When he spoke, all the students remained silent, like potted plants or plants that could not speak.

"reality?"

Hoffa's heart moved, he seemed to get the frequency of this teacher, just like two blue whales in the deep sea singing and communicating face to face.

"Yes, truth. The truth that flows through all things."

Jacob said seriously.

Hoffa's heart moved, as if it sounded very interesting. He raised his head, wanting to ask the Transfiguration teacher what is real.

However, just as he became interested, this peculiar teacher had already switched targets. He stopped staring at Hoffa and began to ask other students about their dreams.

This sudden gap made Hoffa feel empty in his heart, and he hadn't had time to ask yet.

At this time, there was a soft sarcasm from beside him.

"It's a dream to be a different person even if you can't perform well in stage plays."

It was Aglaia, who gave Hoffa a icy sideways look and turned away.

Hoffa raised an eyebrow.

Did not get too entangled in this issue.