The moment the student and the dragon left, the crowd behind Hoffa was all in an uproar, they whistled excitedly, and some of them stepped on the stool and threw their hats.

The sound made Hoffa feel extremely harsh, and he was in a trance.

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

William pounced excitedly, he led a group of students, took Hoffa's arm, and said excitedly: "Bach, you are amazing, you are amazing!

The frenzied atmosphere overwhelmed him, and he became an island in the waves. Hoffa pushed William away, the palms reaching out to him, and he looked at the adoring eyes, the girls with tears in their eyes. It was as if at his command, these people would do anything for him.

But Hoffa did not have the slightest pleasure after defeating the enemy, only incomprehension, and fear that was gradually overwhelmed by the fanaticism. The atmosphere unsettled him and depressed him.

Why are you fighting?

......

......

The rain crackled against the bat statue on the top of the castle, it was late autumn rain, and it was unusually cold.

As the dragon training team reached the door of the hall, Aglaia tried to glance back at Hoffa, only to find that he had been overwhelmed by the boiling revelry and was nowhere to be found.

The flickering candles in the jack-o-lantern made her face cloudy, and she wondered if it was her delusion or Halloween makeup, but she felt that the school was now like a demon cave, with demons dancing around.

It wasn't until Sherlock pulled herself next to her that she turned around, pursed her lips, and silently followed the army into the rainy night.

The more she walked, the more she felt that something was wrong, so she stepped forward to catch up with Miranda and asked, "Do you think the atmosphere in the school is weird?"

"Hmm. ”

Miranda snorted briefly through her nose,

"I felt like the whole school was being torn apart. ”

Aglaia said, "Do you know what's going on?"

"How do I know, you ask me? ”

Miranda said lightly: "Why don't you ask your father, isn't he also a professor?"

Aglaia was stunned for a moment, looking at the tall and thin figure at the front of the team, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

After two months of going out to train your dragon, the man in front of her, who was also surnamed Drazeth, didn't show anything unusual about her, and didn't even look at himself more.

Over time, Aglaia began to wonder if he was really a father, and even if he was really a member of his own family.

As he approached a fir tree deep in the Forbidden Forest, Fatil stopped. Looking back at everyone with expressionless faces, everyone and their respective fire dragons immediately sat up. They knew the professor was going to speak.

Sure enough, when the students and the young dragon were seated in their respective places, Drazes lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said coldly:

"This time, Principal Dippet summoned you back to the school for no reason, I thought that one of you would inform me, but I didn't expect you to run back in such a hurry.

Why is it so unassertive, why hasn't anyone informed me, huh?"

In the face of the teacher's rebuke, the students looked at each other a few times, and at this time, a boy stood up and said softly in some confusion:

"I thought the professor knew. Besides, is there anything wrong with President Dippert wanting us to be role models, Professor?"

"Leader, have you considered the feelings of those ordinary students?" Fatil frowned and asked, "There is still a fight in the hall, is there any rule in your eyes?"

"Have they considered our feelings?" asked one boy unwillingly.

"We crossed the Black Lake, and for these two months we slept in the open every day, with the dragon as our company, and we were worried and trembling. We suffer no less than anything, 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 the 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 asked.

"Oops. Some students couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it just a discussion, what's the big deal?" ”

"What did you say?"

Fatil looked at the whispering student with an unkind expression, it was the Gryffindor prefect. He has red hair and is tall and tall.

I said, just a little bit of a discussion. ”

The Gryffindor prefect stepped forward. "Sherlock didn't hurt anyone, and Bach didn't really get serious. ”

The students beside the Gryffindor prefect nodded their heads in agreement.

"That's right, just playing. ”

"It's boring not to fight. ”

"Professor, don't be angry, we've been raising dragons for so long, we have to learn how to fight with dragons......"

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

The young dragon was startled by the serious man, hissing and spitting a few sparks from its nostrils.

Fatil snapped: "Every war started like this, thirty years ago and now. Everyone thinks they can control the conflict and can stop it. But who can control the beast of reality that is really released!?"

Everyone looked at each other and chose to be silent.

Fatil is still saying: "Without stability, the social order will collapse, and without stability, everyone will be in a hell of chaos, struggling!"

At this time, Sherlock stood up in the crowd and asked in a reluctant whisper, "Professor, even if you sacrifice your reputation, do you want to maintain stability?"

"Even if you sacrifice everything, you have to maintain stability. ”

Fatil was unequivocal.

And they all bowed their heads and said no more.

Aglaia looked at her watch, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes, and she didn't know why. She always felt that Fatil was a little too idealistic and unrealistic at all.

......

Dead.

Droplets of water crackled and fell on the leaves, and Aglaia lay under the tree, staring at the stars after the rainy night. His fingers gently stroked the scales of his Welsh green dragon.

Beside her, she heard the sound of the Welsh green dragon breathing evenly, and she looked at Miranda, who was sleeping soundly 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.

If it had been, Aglaia would have fallen asleep.

But this night, the scene of Hoffa being swallowed up by the crowd has been flickering in her mind, lingering.

She thought of the speech Dumbledore had been given at the beginning of the school year, and the fact that he had been pushed off the stage as a delegate tonight.

Aglaia didn't know what that meant, and she didn't know if he would be able to withstand that much pressure.

She tossed and turned, unable to sleep at all.

After nearly two hours of struggle, she got up and came to Fatil's side.

After standing under the tree for a long time, she took a deep breath and held out her fingers, trying to give her father a tentative push on the shoulder.

But before his fingertips could touch, Fatil opened his eyes and looked at her. There wasn't much emotion in that look, it was more of a scrutiny.

"What's the matter?" asked Fatil calmly.

Aglaia withdrew her fingers.

After a moment's standoff, she reached into her pocket, rubbed it, and then threw out a crumpled mess of letters and threw them in front of Fatil.

Fatil glanced at the paper ball on the ground, picked it up and unfolded it, and it turned out to be a letter he had sent back half a year ago.

"Your letter to my mother. ”

Aglaia said coldly.

"And then?"

Fatil folded the letter and handed it back.

"What are you trying to express?"

Looking at the young-looking guy in front of her, Aglaia felt a wave of anger in her heart for no reason, and she hugged her arms.

"I have doubts. ”

"To dragons?"

"Nope. I have doubts about you. ”

"What do you wonder?"

Fatil frowned and said lightly.

Aglaia took a deep breath: "I wonder why you didn't take Hoffa in the first place, obviously he has already crossed the Black Lake. ”

Fatil's eyes widened slightly, and then he looked at his daughter carefully, and after a while, he pillowed his head and smiled slightly: "He was not chosen by the dragon." ”

"Then you can't take him with you? If you think stability is above all else, he's a good candidate. He can help you even without a dragon. ”

"I know. Fatil closed his eyes:

"But there are people who can't be taught, and there are people who are destined to take a different path from the moment they are born. People like that......"

Fatil's expression was a little lonely, and he shook his head: "I don't dare to teach such people." ”

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, let's rest early. ”

After saying this, Fatil folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, looking like he was going to sleep.

Seeing her father's cold and impatient appearance, the muscles on Aglaia's face twitched twice, and she turned around and sat back down by the campfire, closing her eyes and recuperating.

She was not much surprised by this result, and in the past two months, their communication has only stayed at this level of not being embarrassed or embarrassing. To be honest, she has no hope for her relationship with her father.

I don't know how long it took, but her sleepiness gradually increased. Originally, she should have fallen asleep easily. But this time, she couldn't sleep anyway. Obviously sleepy, but her body was resisting sleep, she rolled her eyes, and fell into a kind of half-dream-like predicament.

In the haze, she saw the students by the fire all stand up, turning into a cloud of shadows whispering. If you look closely, it turns out to be your own dream, and your classmates are asleep.

But after a while, the students quietly got up again, and she thought it was strange, and when she thought about it, it turned out to be a dream. Just a dream within a dream.

In this way, she kept realizing that she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up. I can't stop dreaming either.

In this cycle of dreams and dreams, she desperately tried to wake herself up, but her chest was like being pressed against a thousand pounds of boulders, and she couldn't move.

Until a soft hum rings in your ears.

Song: Late at night, the birds are silent

Wild beasts sleep in the woods

The dragon rode the breeze and streaked by

But a little creature lay nervously and refused to close its eyes

Troubled by the foolishness, the darkness, and the unknown.

You, my little darling, why are you so bothered?

The voice is ethereal and eerie.

And gradually cast a brilliant color over her spiritual world, and she dragged her towards a warm cave. She stopped the constant cycle of dreams and fell straight down, no longer in pain.

It's true......?

Aglaia bit her tongue violently, and with great perseverance, she turned over and got up from the ground with great perseverance, and returned to reality.

Covered in cold sweat, cold hands and feet.

The icy air of late autumn circulated in her lungs. It made her extremely sober.

She stood by the campfire, but found all kinds of small animals sitting by the fire beside her.

Honey badgers, voles, cats, rattlesnakes......

The little animals shimmered with colorful colors, and they looked gorgeous, but they were lifeless.

The eyes of the animals were staring straight into the darkness of the woods, and she followed their eyes to see a figure standing in the rain among the trees.

The young dragon surrounded him like a star and a moon, and looked at him with great respect. It looks like an avid fan looking at the star.

Song: "After a moment of beauty."

The light has become disillusioned.

The stars are intertwined in the silent night.

I'm going to leap over the edge of my dreams.

Arrive at a wilderness that shakes everything as far as the eye can see. ”

.....

He stroked a tree trunk, and it was from him that the soft song came out.

Aglaia looked at the figure with a little back, frowned suspiciously, and asked, "...... Hofa!?"

The cappella stopped, and the man turned, not Hofa's face, black hair, white skin, a complete stranger, or rather not like a man at all, but like a hazy ghost.

Turning around, a hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and he smiled: "Sure enough, Meiwa is still difficult to get." ”

"Who are you?"

Aglaia asked.

"Nobody. ”

The stranger replied softly.

As he spoke, he walked toward Aglaia. The dragons followed him, their eyes firmly locked on him.

As we passed by the campfire, the small animals around the fire also stood up, and followed the dragons in neat rows.

Looking at the animals lined up neatly, a sense of absurdity welled up in Aglaia's heart, because her classmates were gone, and now there were more of them.

"Come with me. ”

The man is getting closer.

"What about my classmates?"

Aglaia took a step back and drew her wand to herself.

"Your classmates are waiting for you. ”

The man spoke to himself, and Aglaia took a step back and leaned against the trunk of the tree.

The man stretched out his hand, and his eyes sparkled: "It's beautiful." ”

Pale, slender fingers reached out to Aglaia's puzzled face. He turned his head sideways and wanted to kiss him.

Locked by some kind of huge spiritual power, Aglaia leaned against the trunk of the tree, not daring to move. The wand weighed so much that it couldn't be lifted at all.

In the sky, the dark clouds dispersed, and there was silence and solemnity under the silvery full moon. The shadow grew, and in the trunk filled with the venom of grenade oil, the man's back slowly spread like a thorn, and he gradually lost his human form and became a colorful dragon shadow, its wings fluttering in the air.

The confusion on Aglaia's face turned to horror.

At the moment when your fingertips are about to touch your skin.

Fatil, who was sleeping under the tree, opened his eyes suddenly, and without hesitation, he leaped to his feet, pounced on him like a cheetah, and grabbed Aglaia, pushing her away from the trunk.

Then he turned, drew his wand, and slammed it into the shadow.

An electrified whip flashed in an arc, but it didn't touch anything. The whip slashed through the man's body as if it were through the air.

The stranger retracted his palm, and he passed through Fatil's body indifferently, through the trunk like a ghost.

The young dragon followed him in line with the group of small animals, as well-behaved as tadpoles in the water.

Aglaia came back to her senses, she got up, grabbed her wand and chased after her, but as soon as she turned a corner, the man disappeared, and disappeared into the air, along with the little animals.

“..... What about Miranda, what about Sherlock?"

Aglaia looked around, "Wait, where is our fire dragon.......?"

Fatil didn't speak, just stared at the depths of the Forbidden Forest with a solemn expression.

Seeing that he did not speak, Aglaia cried out in a hurry and panic:

"Elizabeth!"

"Elizabeth!"

Elizabeth is the name of the Welsh green dragon, and Aglaia thinks of her own fire dragon in a desperate moment, and she wants to find her helper.

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

It seems that in the entire Forbidden Forest, only their father and daughter are left.