The moment the students and dragon left, the crowd behind Hoffa was in an uproar. They whistled excitedly, and some even stepped on the stools and threw their hats.
The noise was ear-piercing to Hoffa, and he was in a trance.
He had been told by Professor Bohan to maintain fairness, but somehow, he had become the center of the conflict.
William rushed forward excitedly, leading a group of students. He pulled Hoffa's arm and said excitedly, "Bach, you're amazing, amazing! I'll do anything you want me to do in the future. You're amazing! "
The frenzied atmosphere drowned him, and he became an island in the waves. Hoffa pushed William away and pushed away the hands that reached out to him. He looked at the adoring eyes and the girls who were crying. It was as if they would do anything for him as long as he gave the order.
However, Hoffa did not feel the thrill of defeating the enemy. He only felt incomprehension and fear that was gradually drowned by the frenzy. The atmosphere made him uneasy and depressed.
Why was he fighting?
.....
.....
The rain pitter-pattered on the bat statue on the top of the castle. It was late autumn rain, and it was unusually cold.
When the dragon taming team walked to the entrance of the hall, Aglaia tried to look back at Hoffa, but found that he had been drowned by the crowd and was nowhere to be seen.
The flickering candles in the jack-o '-lanterns illuminated the side of her face. She didn't know if it was her imagination or if it was because of her Halloween makeup, but she felt that the school was like a demon's den, where demons were dancing.
She only turned back when Sherlock pulled her. She pursed her lips and silently followed the group into the rainy night.
The more she walked, the more she felt that something was wrong. She caught up with Miranda and asked, "Do you feel that the atmosphere in the school is strange?"
"Yes."
Miranda snorted briefly.
"I feel that the whole school is being torn apart."
Aglaia said, "Do you know what's going on?"
"You're asking me? How would I know? "
Miranda said lightly, "Why don't you ask your father? Isn't he a professor too?"
Aglaia was stunned. Looking at the tall and thin figure at the front of the team, the corner of his mouth twitched.
She had been training dragons for two months, but the man in front of her, who also had the surname Dracath, did not show any special behavior to her. He did not even look at her.
As time went by, Aglaea began to doubt whether or not he was really a father, or even a member of her family.
When she reached a fir tree in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, Fatil stopped. He turned around and looked at everyone expressionlessly. Everyone and their Fire Dragons immediately sat in a circle. They knew that the professor was about to speak.
Sure enough, when the students and the young fire dragon were seated, Dracath lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said coldly, "You're not a student.
"This time, Dippet Principal summoned you back to school for no reason. I thought that one of you would inform me, but I didn't expect you to run back so excitedly.
Why are you so indecisive? Why didn't anyone inform me, hmm? "
Faced with the teacher's reprimand, the students looked at each other. At this moment, a boy stood up and said softly in confusion.
"I thought you knew, Professor. Moreover, Dippet Principal wants us to be role models. What's wrong with that, Professor? "
"Role models? Have you considered the feelings of those ordinary students?" Fatir frowned and asked, "They actually fought in the hall. Do they have any respect for the rules?"
"Then, have they considered our feelings?" A boy asked unwillingly.
"We have crossed the Black Lake. For the past two months, we have been living in the open with dragons as companions. We have been living in fear and trepidation. We have suffered no less than any of them. Why don't they understand? "
"It is understandable." Fatir said coldly, "But they don't need to understand. They only need an excuse to vent their anger at injustice. You can't give them this excuse. "
"I …" The boy was speechless.
"There are only a dozen dragons here. Do you want me to send one to each student?" Fatir continued to ask.
"Aiya." A student could not help but mutter in a low voice, "Isn't it just a spar? What's the big deal?"
"What did you say?"
Fatir looked at the student who muttered unkindly. It was Gryffindor's Prefect. He had red hair and a tall figure.
"I said, it was just a spar."
Gryffindor's Prefect stood up. "Sherlock didn't hurt anyone. Bach didn't use his full strength either."
The students beside Gryffindor's Prefect nodded in agreement.
"That's right. It was just a game."
"It's boring not to fight."
"Professor, don't be angry. We have been raising dragons for so long. We have to learn how to cooperate with dragons in battle …"
"Enough! Do you think this is a joke? "
The young dragon was shocked by the stern man. It hissed and spat out a few sparks from its nostrils.
Fatir said sternly, "Every war starts like this. It was like this thirty years ago, and it's still the same now. Everyone thinks that they can control the conflict and stop at a certain point. But when the real beast is released, who can control it!? "
Everyone looked at each other and chose to remain silent.
Fatir continued, "Without stability, the social order will collapse. Without stability, everyone will struggle in a chaotic hell!"
At this moment, Sherlock stood up from the crowd and asked in a low voice, "Professor, even if you have to sacrifice your reputation, do you have to maintain stability?"
"Even if you have to sacrifice everything, you have to maintain stability."
Fatir was resolute.
Everyone lowered their heads and did not speak.
Aglaia looked at her watch. A trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes. She did not know why. She always felt that Fatir was too idealistic and unrealistic.
.....
Late at night.
Water droplets fell onto the leaves. Aglaia lay under the tree and stared at the stars after the rainy night. Her fingers gently stroked the scales on her Welsh Green Dragon.
She heard the even breathing of the Welsh Green Dragon beside her. She looked at Miranda who was sleeping soundly beside the bonfire and then looked at Fatir who was under the tree.
It was a rare rest after a day of training.
If it was in the past, Aglaia would have fallen asleep immediately.
But tonight, the scene of Huo Fa being swallowed by the crowd kept flashing in her mind, and she couldn't get it out of her head.
She thought of the speech Dumbledore was arranged at the beginning of the school term, and how he was pushed to the front of the stage as a representative tonight.
Aglaia did not know what this meant. She did not know if he could withstand such enormous pressure.
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep at all.
After struggling for nearly two hours, she got up and came to Fatir's side.
After standing under the tree for a while, she took a deep breath and stretched out her finger, wanting to push her father's shoulder tentatively.
But before her fingertips touched, Fatir opened his eyes and looked at her. There was not much emotion in his eyes. It was more of a kind of examination.
"What's the matter?" Fatir asked calmly.
Aglaia retracted her finger.
After a moment of confrontation, she put her hand into her pocket, rubbed it, and then threw out a crumpled letter in front of Fatir.
Fatir looked at the crumpled paper on the ground, picked it up and opened it. It was a letter he sent back half a year ago.
"The letter you wrote to my mother."
Aglaia said coldly.
"And then?"
Fatir folded the letter and handed it back.
"What are you trying to say?"
Looking at the young-looking guy in front of her, Aglaia felt anger for no reason. She crossed her arms.
"I have doubts."
"About dragons?"
"No. I have doubts about you. "
"What are you doubting?"
Fatir frowned and said calmly.
Aglaia took a deep breath, "I wonder why you did not accept Hoffa back then, he had already crossed the Black Lake."
Fatir widened his eyes slightly and looked at his daughter carefully. After a while, he rested his head and smiled, "He was not chosen by the dragons."
"Then can't you bring him along? If you think that maintaining stability is more important than anything else, he is a very good choice. Even without the dragons, he can still help you. "
"I know." Fatir closed his eyes.
"But some people cannot be taught. Some people are destined to walk a different path from the moment they are born. Such people … "
Fatir's expression was a little lonely. He shook his head, "I dare not teach such people."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, rest early."
After Fatir finished this sentence, he crossed his arms in front of his abdomen and looked like he was going to sleep.
Looking at her father's cold and impatient look, Aglaia's face twitched twice. She turned around and sat by the bonfire, closing her eyes to rest.
She wasn't too surprised by this outcome. Over the past two months, their interactions had stopped at this level of awkwardness. To be honest, she did not have any hope in her relationship with her father.
She did not know how long had passed, but she gradually became sleepy. Normally, she would fall asleep easily. But this time, she could not fall asleep no matter what. She was very tired, but her body was resisting sleep. She rolled her eyes and fell into a half-awake state.
In the haze, she saw the students by the bonfire stand up, turning into a blurry shadow and whispering to each other. She took a closer look and realized that it was her dream. Her classmates had fallen asleep.
But after a while, the students quietly got up again. She felt that it was very strange. Thinking about it carefully, it was still a dream. It was just a dream within a dream.
Just like this, she kept realizing that she was dreaming, but she could not wake up. She could not stop the dream.
In this cycle of dreams, she desperately tried to wake herself up, but her chest felt like it was being pressed by a thousand-pound rock, and she could not move.
Until a soft hum sounded in her ears.
Song: Birds in the middle of the night
Wild beasts sleep in the forest
Giant dragons ride the breeze and fly by
But a little creature lies nervously and refuses to close her eyes
Troubled by the stupidity, the netherworld, and the unknown.
You, my little baby, why are you so troubled.
The voice was ethereal and strange.
And it gradually covered her spiritual world with a layer of gorgeous colors, dragging her to a warm cave. She stopped the endless cycle of dreams and fell straight down, no longer in pain.
Really …?
Aglaia bit her tongue. Blood filled the air. With great willpower, she got up from the ground and returned to reality.
She was covered in cold sweat, and her hands and feet were cold.
The cold autumn air circulated in her lungs. She was extremely awake.
She stood by the bonfire, but found that there were all kinds of small animals sitting by the fire.
Honey badgers, field mice, cats, rattlesnakes …
Those small animals were shining with bright colors. They looked quite beautiful, but they were lifeless.
The eyes of the animals were fixed on the darkness of the wood. She followed their eyes and saw a figure standing in the midst of the rain-soaked trees.
The young dragons surrounded him, like stars surrounding the moon, looking at him with great respect. They looked like fanatical fans looking at a singer.
Song: "After a moment of youth
The light is fading.
Stars interweave in the quiet night.
I want to leap over the edge of the dream
Reach the endless wilderness that shocks all things. "
.....
He stroked a tree trunk, and the gentle singing came from his body.
Aglaia looked at the blurry figure, frowned in confusion, and asked, "Hoffa …?!"
The singing stopped, and the man turned around. It was not Hoffa's face. Black hair, white skin, a complete stranger. Or rather, he did not look like a human at all, but more like a hazy ghost.
Turning around, the man's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he smiled: "As expected, it's hard to deal with a charming baby."
"Who are you?"
Aglaia asked.
"No one."
The stranger answered softly.
As he spoke, he walked towards Aglaia. The dragons followed behind him, their eyes locked on him.
When they passed by the bonfire, the small animals by the fire also stood up, and lined up neatly behind the dragons.
Looking at the animals lined up in Zizi, Aglaia felt a sense of absurdity, because her classmates were all gone, and now there were these animals.
"Come with me."
The man came closer.
"Where are my classmates?"
Aglaia took a step back, and secretly pulled out her wand.
"Your classmates are waiting for you."
The man said to himself. Aglaia took another step back, and leaned against the tree trunk.
The man reached out his hand, his eyes shining: "So beautiful."
His pale, slender fingers reached towards Aglaia's puzzled face. He tilted his head, and wanted to kiss her.
Aglaia was locked on by some kind of huge spiritual power, she leaned against the tree trunk, and did not dare to move. The wand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she could not lift it at all.
In the sky, the dark clouds dispersed, and under the silent and solemn silver full moon. The unpredictable shadow grew longer and longer. In the tree trunk that was filled with the pomegranate oil's venom, the man's back slowly spread out like thorns. He gradually lost his human form and turned into a colorful dragon's shadow, its wings dancing in the air.
Aglaia's puzzled face turned into fear.
Just as the fingertips were about to touch her skin.
Fatir, who was sleeping under the tree, suddenly opened his eyes. He jumped up without hesitation, and pounced over like a cheetah. He hugged Aglaia, and pushed her away from the tree trunk.
Then he turned around, pulled out his wand, and threw it at the shadow.
A long whip with electricity flashed in an arc, but it did not touch anything. The whip passed through the man's body, as if it was passing through air.
The stranger retracted his hand, and calmly passed through Fatir's body, and passed through the tree trunk like a ghost.
The young fire dragon and the group of small animals lined up behind him, as obedient as tadpoles in the water.
Aglaea suddenly came back to herself. She got to her feet, picked up her wand, and chased after him. However, the moment she turned a corner, the man was nowhere to be seen. Together with the small animals, they all evaporated into the air.
"… Where are my classmates? Miranda, where's Sherlock? "
Aglaia looked around: "Wait, where's our fire dragon …?"
Fatir did not speak, and only looked at the depths of the Forbidden Forest solemnly.
Aglaia saw that he did not speak, and anxiously shouted:
"Elizabeth!"
"Elizabeth!"
Elizabeth was the name of the Welsh green dragon. Aglaia thought of her fire dragon at this critical moment, and she wanted to find her helper.
But no matter how she shouted, the green dragon that followed her for two months did not respond. Not only did the green dragon not respond, the other young dragons also lost their voices.
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