Chapter 174

At the moment when the students and the Dragon left, the crowd behind Hoffa became noisy. They whistled excitedly. Some people stepped on the stool and lost their hats.

The sound made Hoffa feel harsh and trance.

He was told by Professor Bohan to maintain justice, but somehow he became the core of the conflict.

William jumped up excitedly. He took a group of students, took Hoffa by the arm and said excitedly, "Bach, you are wonderful, wonderful! I'll do everything you want me to do in the future. It's amazing you

The frenzied atmosphere drowned him, and he became an island in the tide. Hoffa pushed away William, pushed away the palms of his hands, and he looked at the adoring eyes, the tearful girls. It was as if they would do anything for him at his command.

However, Hoffa did not have the pleasure of defeating the enemy, some just did not understand, and the fear of being gradually submerged by fanaticism. The atmosphere made him uneasy and depressed.

Why on earth are you fighting?

...

...

the rain crackles on the bat statue on the top of the castle. It's the rain in late autumn, which is extremely cold.

When the dragon training team came to the door of the hall, aglia tried to look back at Hoffa, only to find that he had been submerged by the boiling Carnival crowd.

The bright and dim candles in the jack-o-lantern make her face cloudy and sunny. I don't know whether it's her illusion or the makeup of Halloween. She thinks that the school is like a magic cave, where the demons dance.

It was not until Shylock pulled herself aside that she turned back, pursed her lips and quietly followed the army into the rainy night.

The more she walked, the more she felt that something was wrong, so she went up to catch up with Miranda and asked, "do you think the atmosphere at school is strange?"

"Well."

Miranda snorted briefly,

"I feel like the whole school is torn apart."

"Do you know what's going on?" agraia said

"You asked me? How do I know? "

Miranda said faintly, "why don't you ask your father, isn't he also a professor?"

Agleia was stunned, looking at the thin figure in the front of the team, the corner of his mouth twitched.

After going out to train the dragon for two months, the man with the same surname of drassez didn't show any special things to her. He didn't even look at himself.

Over time, agraia began to doubt whether he was really a father, and even whether he was really a member of his own family.

When he reached a fir tree deep in the forbidden forest, fatil stopped. Looking back at the crowd without expression, the crowd and their respective fire dragons immediately sat around. They know that the professor is going to speak.

Sure enough, when the students and the young fire dragon sat down in their respective positions, draesses lit a cigarette, breathed out a cigarette ring, and said coldly:

"this time, headmaster dipert recalled you to the school for no reason. I thought someone of you would inform me, but unexpectedly, you ran back so excitedly.

Why are you so independent? Why didn't someone inform me, eh? "

In the face of the teacher's censure, the students looked at each other a few times. At this time, a boy stood up and said in a slightly puzzled voice:

"I thought you knew the professor. Besides, what's wrong with President dipert wanting us to be role models, professor? "

"Set an example, have you considered the feelings of ordinary students?" Fatil frowned and asked, "it's still fighting in the hall. Do you have any rules in your eyes?"

"Have they considered our feelings?" A boy reluctantly asked:

"we've been through the Black Lake. We've been sleeping in the wind and sleeping in the open every day for the past two months. We've been keeping company with the dragon. We're very nervous and nervous. We don't suffer less than any of them. Why don't they understand? "

"It's understandable." But they don't need to understand, they just need an excuse to vent their anger at injustice. You can't give them that excuse. "

"I..." the boy was speechless.

"There are only a dozen dragons here. Do you want me to send one to all the students?" Fatil continued.

"Oh, dear." Some students could not help muttering, "it's just a contest. What's the big deal?"

"What did you say?"

Fatil looked ill at the whispering student, Gryffindor's prefect. He has red hair and is tall.

"I said it was just a duel."

Gryffindor stepped forward. "Shylock didn't hurt anyone, and Bach didn't take it seriously."

The students around Gryffindor nodded one after another, with a look of incomparable approval.

"Yes, just for fun."

"It's boring not to fight.""Don't be angry, professor. We've been raising dragons for so long. We have to learn how to fight with dragons..."

"enough! You think it's a joke? "

Startled by the serious man, the young dragon hisses and spits out a few sparks from his nostrils.

"That's how every war begins, 30 years ago, and now," said fatil. Everyone thinks that they can control the conflict and stop it. But who can control the real beast that is released

They all looked at each other and chose silence.

Fatier also said: "without stability, social order will collapse. Without stability, everyone will struggle in a chaotic hell!"

At this time, Shylock stood up in the crowd and asked in a reluctant voice: "Professor, even at the expense of reputation, do you want to maintain stability?"

"Stability, even at the expense of everything."

Fatil is determined.

And they bowed their heads, and said no more.

Agraia looked at his watch, eyes flashed a trace of boredom, do not know out of what kind of psychology. She always felt that fatil was a bit too idealistic and unrealistic.

...

in the dead of night.

Drops of water crackled on the leaves, and agraia lay under the tree, looking straight at the stars after the rainy night. Fingers gently stroked the scales of his Welsh green dragon.

The Welsh green dragon breathes evenly. She looks at Miranda sleeping by the campfire in the distance, and then at fatil under the tree.

This is a rare time to rest after a day of practice.

In the past, agraia would have gone to sleep.

But that night, Hoffa was engulfed by the crowd scene has been flashing in her mind, lingering.

She thought of Dumbledore's scheduled speech at the beginning of school and his being pushed down to be a representative tonight.

Agraia doesn't know what this means, let alone whether he can withstand such a huge pressure.

She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at all.

After nearly two hours of struggle, she got up and came to fatil.

Standing under the tree for a long time, she took a deep breath, stretched out her finger, and tried to tentatively push her father's shoulder.

But before he touched her fingertips, fatil opened his eyes and looked at her. That look didn't have much emotion, it was more a kind of examination.

"What's the matter?" Asked fatil calmly.

Agraia retracts her finger.

After a moment of confrontation, she reached into her pocket, rubbed it, and then threw out a crumpled letter in front of fatil.

Fatil looked at the ball of paper on the ground, picked it up and unfolded it. It turned out that it was a letter he had sent back half a year ago.

"Your letter to my mother."

Said agraia coldly.

"And then?"

Fatil folded the letter and handed it back.

"What do you want to express?"

Looking at the young looking guy in front of her, agraia felt angry at the bottom of her heart for no reason. She took her arms.

"I have doubts."

"To dragons?"

"No. I have doubts about you. "

"What are you wondering about?"

Fatil frowned.

Agraia took a deep breath: "I wonder why you didn't accept Hoffa at the beginning. It's clear that he has crossed the Black Lake."

Fatil's eyes widened slightly. Then he looked at his daughter carefully. For a long time, he pillow his head and smile: "he was not chosen by the dragon."

"Then you can't take him with you? If you think stability is above everything, he's a good candidate. Even if there is no dragon, he can help you

"I know." Fatil closed his eyes:

"but some people can't be taught, and some people are destined to take a different road from the moment they were born. Such a person... "

fatier's expression was a little lonely, he shook his head:" such a person, I dare not teach. "

"What do you mean?"

"It's no fun. Let's have a rest early."

With these words, fatil put his hands around his belly in a posture of going to sleep.

Looking at his father's cold and impatient appearance, aglia's face twitched twice, turned and sat back by the campfire.

For this result, she was not surprised. In the past two months, their communication has only stayed at this awkward level. To be honest, she had no hope of her relationship with her father.

I don't know how long later, her sleepiness gradually surged up. Originally, it should be easy for her to fall asleep. But this time, she couldn't sleep anyway. Obviously very sleepy, but her body is resisting sleep, she rolled her eyes, fell into a kind of half awake dilemma.Hazy, she saw the students by the fire stand up, into a group of vague shadow whispering. A closer look, the original is their own dream, students are asleep.

But after a while, the students quietly got up again. She thought it was strange. When she thought about it carefully, it was still a dream. It's just a dream in a dream.

In this way, she constantly realized that she was dreaming, but could not wake up. You can't stop dreaming.

In this cycle of dreams and dreams, she tried hard to wake herself up, but her chest was as if she had been pressed on a huge stone and couldn't move.

Until the soft hum rings in my ear.

Song: the birds are silent in the middle of the night

the wild animals are sleeping in the forest

the dragon is passing by in the light wind

but a little creature is too nervous to close his eyes

worrying about the stupid, the dark and the unknown.

You, my little baby, why are you so upset.

The voice is ethereal and weird.

And gradually in her spiritual world covered with a layer of gorgeous color, drag her to a warm cave. She stopped the cycle of dreams, straight down, no longer painful.

Really?

Agleia suddenly bit her tongue, filled with blood. With great perseverance, she turned over and climbed up from the ground, returning to reality.

Cold sweat, cold hands and feet.

The cold air of late autumn circulates in her lungs. Make her very clear.

Standing by the campfire, she found all kinds of small animals sitting beside the fire.

Honey badger, vole, cat, rattlesnake...

those small animals are shining with colorful colors. They look gorgeous, but they are lifeless.

The animal's eyes were staring at the darkness in the forest. She followed their eyes and saw a figure standing in the rain seeping forest.

The young dragon surrounded him and looked at him with great respect. It looks like a fanatical fan watching the singer.

Song: "after a moment of youth, the light has become disillusioned.

The stars mingle in the still night.

I want to leap over the edge of dreams.

To reach the boundless wilderness that shakes everything. "

...

he stroked a tree trunk, and the soft song came from him.

Agraia looked at the vague figure, frowned in doubt and asked, "Hoffa...!"

When the oratorio stopped, the man turned around, not Hoffa's face, black hair, white skin, a complete stranger, or not human at all, but a hazy ghost.

Turning around, a trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and he said with a smile, "sure enough, it's still hard to make Mei wa."

"Who are you?"

Asked agraia.

"No one."

The stranger answered softly.

Then he came to agraia. Long Qun followed him, his eyes fixed on him.

When passing by the bonfire, the small animals beside the fire stand up one after another and follow the dragons in rows.

Looking at the animals in line, a sense of absurdity surged into aglia's mind, because her classmates were gone, but now there are more animals.

"Come with me."

Men are getting closer.

"Where are my classmates?"

Agraia stepped back and drew out his wand.

"Your classmates are waiting for you."

The man said to himself, and agraia stepped back and leaned against the tree trunk.

The man held out his hand and his eyes sparkled: "it's beautiful."

The pale slender fingers reached out to aglea's puzzled face. He turned his head and wanted to kiss it.

Locked by some great spiritual force, aglia leaned against the tree trunk and did not dare to move. The wand is too heavy to lift.

In the sky, dark clouds spread, under the silent and solemn silver full moon. The mysterious shadow grows more and more. In the trunk full of the venom of durian oil, the man's back slowly spreads like thorns. He gradually loses his human form and becomes a colorful dragon shadow, with wings dancing in the air.

The doubt on agraia's face turned into panic.

The moment your fingertips are about to touch your skin.

Fatil, who was sleeping under the tree, suddenly opened his eyes. Without hesitation, he jumped up and came like a cheetah. He hugged aglia and pushed her away from the tree trunk.

Then he turned around, drew out his wand, threw it heavily and hit the shadow.

A charged whip flashed in an arc, but it didn't touch anything. The whip runs through a man's body as if through the air.

The stranger folded his hand, and he passed through the body of fatil calmly, like a ghost through the tree trunk.

Young fire dragon and the group of small animals lined up behind him, deftly like tadpoles in the water.Agraia suddenly recovered. She got up, picked up her magic wand and ran after her. But as soon as she turned a corner, the man disappeared and disappeared into the air with the animals.

"... where are the students? Miranda, what about Shylock? "

Agraia looked around. "Wait, where's our fire dragon

Fatil did not speak, but looked solemnly at the depths of the forbidden forest.

When agraia saw that he was silent, he cried out in a hurry:

"Elizabeth!"

"Elizabeth!"

Elizabeth is the name of the Welsh green dragon. Agraia is thinking of her own fire dragon at the critical moment. She wants to find her own helper.

But no matter what she called, the green dragon who followed her for two months did not respond to her. Not only did the green dragon not respond, but all the other young dragons lost their voices.

It seems that only their father and daughter are left in the forbidden forest.