That night, all the students gathered in the auditorium.
There was an old piano in the corner of the hall. Its keys moved up and down automatically, making a soft tinkling sound. Thousands of tiny candles were burning on the dark dome, shining with blue light. Coupled with the strange makeup of the students below, the whole atmosphere of Halloween was mysterious and gloomy.
Logically speaking, a Halloween masquerade should be exciting, but it was not. The hall was filled with an oppressive silence.
Because there were dragons.
The Dragon Taming Team that returned from outside the school had a row of tables, and they sat on the right side of the teachers' table. Beside each of them stood a young dragon.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the young fire dragon, and the silent and oppressive atmosphere was maintained.
It wasn't until Jacob Bohan helped the dim-sighted Principal Dippet walk in through the door that the atmosphere calmed down slightly. Hoffa glanced around the teachers' table. Half of the professors were not there.
Slughorn, Dumbledore, Mellors, and Fatir were not there.
The Dippet walked to the giant eagle statue and coughed twice. "Before the banquet, I will say a few words. Today, I called the Dragon Taming Team back. Cough cough … On one hand, I want to test the results. I am very satisfied with the results. On the other hand, I hope that you can lead and set an example. In the coming days, all the students must learn from the Dragon Taming Team …"
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The Dippet said a few words at the teachers' table, encouraging the Dragon Taming Team. He told them to perform well and not go down the wrong path. The future of the Hogwarts depends on you, and so on, blah, blah.
After he finished speaking, he left the teachers' table with the help of Jacob Bohan. The other teachers chased after him, as if they had other things to discuss.
The professors had just left.
The silent atmosphere was suddenly torn apart, and the students below were divided into two groups at a speed visible to the naked eye.
One group was very friendly to the Dragon Taming Team, surrounding them and asking questions.
The other group looked unwilling, but their expressions were cold. They sat far away, ignoring the students who had returned from taming the dragons. They even pointed at them.
Hoffa's roommate, Antonio, belonged to the former category. He blended into the crowd and surrounded the group of dragon taming students, excitedly asking questions and sitting at the side, listening with great interest.
As for William, he sat beside Hoffa and said in a low voice with disdain, "Hmph, isn't it just seeing a fire dragon? You make it sound like you've never seen one before … I saw a Norwegian Ridgeback when I was six years old. I even rode one. ")
Hoffa ate the pumpkin pie silently. William was also one of the people who had crossed the lake. However, he had returned after swimming for less than three kilometers on the fifty-kilometer black lake.
(William did not stop talking. "It's just a bunch of beasts. Fatir Dracath actually said something about building a single-plank bridge … What a joke. I've never seen a dragon tamer become the Minister of the Ministry of Magic …")
He did not stop talking. Hoffa felt as if there was a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing in his ears. He looked at Aglaia and Miranda in the crowd expressionlessly. He had not seen them for two months.
He had not seen them for two months, but he did not think of them that much. He was sitting there looking at them, but their images were unusually blurry.
(William was still talking. "I think it's funny. You have to swim to raise a dragon. And you're saying it's just for fun. You really think that the taxpayers' money is blown by the wind … That Dracath, I heard that his family runs a hospital … He doesn't look clean … He doesn't look like a good person … ")
His voice mixed with the voices of the other students and floated around. It went in from Hoffa's left ear, out from his right ear, in his right ear, out his left ear. The entire hall was chattering. An inexplicable atmosphere began to ferment in the air.
(William said, "Without you, those people would have been blown to ashes last year. You're still acting cool here. If you ask me, didn't you cross the river too? Why didn't you train the dragon … There must be something going on, right? There must be something wrong with that Professor Dracath … "
He did not stop talking about Dracath and Dracath.
Just then, a doubt appeared in Hoffa's mind. That's not right. Where is Professor Dracath? Where did Dumbledore go? Are they busy with other things?
(William said, "You even brought the dragon to sit in the hall. Why don't you go to heaven? What's there to be proud of? Without you, those people would have died in the explosion last year.")
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Hoffa was thinking when he felt a heavy hit on his shoulder. He was shocked and came back to his senses. It was William who had patted him.
"What's wrong?" Hoffa asked. He had been daydreaming out of habit. He did not pay much attention to what William was saying.
William said, "I said, those dragon trainers are nothing special, right?"
As soon as he said that, the surroundings immediately quieted down. Many people looked over and stared straight at Huo Fa.
It was a look that yearned for affirmation, recognition, and understanding. At that moment, he vaguely felt that he had touched something. He could not describe it, but it was real, floating in the air above the hall.
Hoffa looked into William's eyes. He could not bear it. He nodded subconsciously. "You're right."
William's eyes shone brightly. He said excitedly to the people next to him, "Look, they're nothing special.
"Look, they're nothing special. Huo Fa swam over and didn't stay with them."
His words were like a stone smashed into a calm, deep pool. Before Huo Fa could stop it, it stirred up a thousand ripples among the students. Immediately, the words spread all around.
"Hoffa said they're nothing special."
"Hoffa said they're nothing."
"Without Hoffa, they would have died long ago."
"Hoffa said …"
One spread to ten, and ten spread to a hundred. One person passed it on to another. Finally, when this sentence reached the ears of the dragon-taming team who were eating and drinking, it had completely changed its meaning.
Huo Fa didn't know what the message was, but after a student whispered to them, the whole dragon tamer team turned around and stared at him in disbelief.
His heart skipped a beat.
Sherlock stood up. Aglaia and Miranda immediately pulled her back, but she broke free. She strode to the Ravenclaw table where Hoffa was sitting. She stared at him coldly.
"What did you just say?"
Hoffa was confused. "What did I say?"
She was so angry that she laughed. "Don't you know what you said? You're pretending. "
At this time, another tall boy slowly walked to Hoffa's side. He pressed down on the table and said angrily, "Didn't we help you last year? This is what we did together. It's the glory of the Hogwarts. How did it become your glory here? "
Following his anger, a fat Swedish Brachyrhinosaurus propped up its fat body and slowly walked behind the boy and snorted.
Sherlock's Hungarian Wasp also quietly disappeared and crawled in the direction of its master.
Sherlock said, "Go away, Diggory. I'll take care of this."
The tall boy looked at her and shook his head. "Calm down."
"I won't say it again." Sherlock stared at Hoffa.
The boy straightened up, looked at Hoffa silently, and left with his Brachyrhinosaurus.
As soon as he left, Sherlock grabbed Hoffa's collar and whispered, "You can think of me as a fool, you can ignore me, but you can't deny the efforts of our team!"
She was so angry that her fists were trembling. The words that had just been passed on must have been too harsh.
Hoffa tried to explain, but when he turned around, the students who had just passed on the message in private suddenly quieted down and no longer made a sound. They just looked at Hoffa. There were all kinds of strange Halloween makeup, coupled with the silence of the group. It was strange but orderly. Hoffa couldn't even tell who was who in this group.
For a moment, he was pushed out and stood at the forefront. Their desires, their desires, their will, were like clear symbols floating in the sky.
"You …"
Hoffa murmured, not knowing what to say. At this moment, he became the agent of the collective will and could no longer be alone.
Sherlock turned his head around and said, "Look at me! Say something! Do you think that taming a dragon is a simple and laughable thing? "
"I don't think so." Hoffa immediately denied.
"If you don't think so, then why did you say it so harshly!?" Sherlock's cold fingers almost deformed Hoffa's face.
At this moment, Miranda rushed over and grabbed Sherlock's hand. She said peacefully, "It's okay, it's not a big deal. Hoffa, just apologize. Apologize and it'll be over."
Apologize?
As soon as Miranda said that, the silent eyes of the hundreds of students behind her suddenly became as sharp as knives. The boiling will and spirit in the air almost made the entire hall dim. None of them spoke, but the message was clearly transmitted to Hoffa.
Never apologize.
Never compromise.
This was a pressure that Hoffa had never felt before. At this moment, what he thought was no longer important.
He looked straight into Sherlock's blue eyes and whispered, "What's there to apologize for? I didn't say anything."
"You didn't say anything." Sherlock laughed. After laughing, she let go of his hand and her eyes became completely cold. "When Aglaia mentioned you to me, I had some expectations for you, but now it seems that you're just so-so."
Miranda was pushed away by Sherlock and was drowned in the crowd. Sherlock drew her wand from her waist and took a step back. With this step, all the students stood up. They Zizi took a step back and drew their wands, surrounding the two of them. The air was filled with a violent and fanatical atmosphere.
After last year's Defense Against Black Magic class, he naturally knew what this meant. This guy actually wanted to duel with him.
"Must it be like this?" Hoffa didn't move.
"Why are you so indecisive? Bach! "
As she spoke, her other aura was locked onto Huo Fa from beginning to end. He saw the young Hungarian Tree Wasp silently approaching him from the shadows. Its wings were half folded, and its cold yellow eyes were staring at Hoffa. It slightly twisted its spiky tail, leaving slight friction marks on the hard marble floor, like a young lion following a lioness to hunt.
Hoffa glanced at the wasp and said seriously, "I don't want to fight with you."
"And then?" Sherlock raised her wand to the tip of her nose. "You think you're very generous and won't stoop to my level?"
Hoffa was silent. The young Hungarian Tree Wasp was getting closer and closer to him, and the air was filled with a dangerous aura.
"What excuse are you going to find to leave this time? Do you want to use the toilet in front of so many people again? Mr. Bach! "
Several people in the dragon tamer team laughed. Their laughter revealed a faint sense of disdain. The crowd behind Huo Fa instantly exploded as if their sensitive nerves had been poked.
"Let's fight!"
"Who's afraid of you!"
"Who do you think you are?"
"What's so great about being a leader?"
"What's so great about being a teacher's son?"
"Isn't it all because of connections?"
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"Shut up!"
Hoffa turned around and roared.
Hoffa: "What's the point of this?"
Sherlock: "Point? You don't respect us, Hoffa Bach.
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