That night, all the students gathered in the auditorium hall.

In the corner of the hall was an old piano whose keys went up and down with a soft tinkling sound. The dark dome burned with thousands of tiny candles, glowing blue. Coupled with the strange makeup of the group of students below, the atmosphere of the whole Halloween looks mysterious and eerie.

It stands to reason that Halloween masquerade parties should be exciting, but they don't. There was an oppressive silence in the hall.

Because there are dragons.

The dragon training team returning from outside the school has a separate row of tables, and they sit on the right side of the faculty seat. Beside each of them stood a baby dragon.

Everyone's eyes stayed on the young fire dragon, and the atmosphere of silence and oppression was maintained.

It wasn't until Jacob Bohan walked in through the door with the old, dizzy-eyed Principal Dippert, that the atmosphere calmed down a little. Hoffa glanced around the faculty desk, half of the professors were absent.

Slughorn, Dumbledore, Melles, Fatil, none of them were there.

Principal Dippet walked under the giant eagle statue and coughed twice: "Before the banquet, I will say a few words, today I called the dragon training team back, cough cough....... On the one hand, I am very satisfied with the results, and on the other hand, I hope that you can take the lead and set an example, and in the coming days, all students will learn from the dragon training team......."

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Dippert said a few dry words on the faculty chair and encouraged the dragon training team. Let them behave well and don't go down the wrong path, the future of Hogwarts depends on you, and so on, Balabala.

As soon as he had finished speaking, he left the desk with Jacob Bohan's help, and the other teachers chased him out, as if there was something else to discuss.

The professor just left.

The silence was suddenly torn apart, and the students in the seats were divided into two factions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The party was very friendly with the dragon training team, and gathered around them to ask questions.

The other faction had unwilling eyes, but their expressions were very indifferent. They sat far away, ignoring the students who had returned from dragon training, and even pointed fingers at them.

Hofa's roommate, Antonio, was one of the former, mingling in the crowd, surrounding the group of dragon-taming students, asking questions excitedly, and listening with relish.

(William, on the other hand, sat down next to Hoffa and whispered disdainfully, "Hmph, haven't you just seen a fire dragon?" as if no one had seen one..... I saw a Norwegian Ridgeback when I was six years old, and even rode it. ”）

Hoffa silently ate Halloween pumpkin pie, and William was also one of the people who crossed the lake at that time, but he swam less than three kilometers to the black lake at that time and returned exhausted.

(William kept saying, "It's just a bunch of beasts, and Fatil Drazes is talking about building a single-plank bridge...... It's funny, I've never seen a dragon tamer be the Minister of Magic......")

As he spoke, Hoffa felt like a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing in his ears. He looked blankly at Aglaia and Miranda, who had not seen him in the crowd for two months.

I haven't seen them for two months, but I don't think they have seen them much, and I obviously sit there and look at them, but their images are unusually blurry.

(William also said, "I think it's funny, you have to swim to raise a dragon.") is also ashamed to say that it is really the wind blowing the taxpayer's money...... That Drazes, I heard that the family runs a hospital...... It doesn't look like it's clean...... Not like the good guys ......")

His voice mingled with the voices of the other students floating around, from Hoffa's left ear in, right ear out, right ear in, left ear out, and the whole hall was chattering. An inexplicable atmosphere in the air began to ferment.

(William: "Without you, those people would have been blown to ashes last year.") Still pretending to be forced here, and want me to say, didn't you cross the river too? Why didn't you let you train your dragon...... There's got to be shady here, right, there's something wrong with that Professor Drazes.......")

He went out of his way to d'Lace D'Axes and talk non-stop.

At this time, a doubt arose in Hoffa's mind. No, where is Professor Drazeth, where is Dumbledore, are they busy with other things?

(William: "I still took the dragon to sit in the hall, why don't you go to heaven, what is there to be proud of, without you, those people would have died in last year's explosion.") ”）

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Hofa was thinking about it, when he received a heavy blow to the shoulder, he was startled, and came back to his senses, it turned out that William had patted himself.

"What's wrong?" asked Hoffa. He has been habitually fugue. He didn't listen much to what the other party said.

William: "I mean, those who train dragons, it's not a big deal, right?"

When he said this, the surroundings immediately became quieter, and many people looked over and stared at Hoffa.

It is a look of longing for affirmation, longing to be recognized, to be understood. At this moment, he vaguely felt that he had touched something, indescribable, but real existence, floating in the air above the hall.

Hoffa looked at William's eyes, and his heart was filled with a hint of unbearability, and he nodded suspiciously: "You're right. ”

William's eyes burst into dazzling brilliance, and he said excitedly to the person next to him:

"Look, they're nothing remarkable, and Hoffa didn't swim past with those people. ”

His words were like a stone smashed into a deep pool of calm, and before Hoffa could stop it, it stirred up a thousand waves among the students, and in an instant, all the words around him were heard.

"Hoffa says they're nothing remarkable. ”

"Hoffa said those people weren't. ”

"Without Hoffa, they would have died long ago. ”

"Hoffa said......"

One pass ten, ten pass hundred. One person passed on one to another, and in the end, when this sentence reached the ears of the group of dragon taming teams who ate and drank nonsense, it had completely changed its taste.

Hoffa didn't know exactly what the words were, but after one of the students exchanged words with them, the entire dragon training team turned their heads in amazement and stared at them in disbelief.

He chuckled inwardly.

Sherlock from the dragon training team stood up, and Aglaia and Miranda immediately grabbed her, but she broke free, and she strode to the Ravenclaw table where Hoffa was. Stared at him coldly.

"What did you just say?"

Hoffa looked dazed: "What did I say?"

She laughed angrily: "Don't you know what you're talking about? ”

At this time, another tall boy also slowly walked up to Hoffa's side, pressed the table, and said with a sullen face: "Didn't we help you in the back last year? This is what we did together, it is the glory of Hogwarts, how did it become your glory here?"

With his anger, a fat Swedish short-nosed dragon propped up his fat body, slowly came behind the boy, and snorted.

Sherlock's Hungarian tree bee also quietly disappeared in place at this time, crawling in the direction of its master.

Sherlock: "Go away, Diggory, I'll take care of this." ”

The tall boy glanced at her and shook his head, "You calm down." ”

"I don't say it a second time. Sherlock stared at Hoffa.

The boy straightened up, gave him a silent look at Hoffa, and turned away with his short-nosed dragon.

As soon as he left, Sherlock grabbed Hoffa's collar and gritted his teeth and whispered, "You can think I'm a fool, you can ignore me, but you can't deny the efforts of our team!!"

She was so angry that her fists were shaking, presumably because the words she had just passed were too ugly.

Hoffa tried to explain, but as soon as he turned around, the students who had just spoken privately suddenly fell silent and did not make a sound, and they just looked at Hoffa. A variety of strange Halloween makeup, paired with a unified silence. It looked grotesque but neat, and Hoffa couldn't even tell who was in the group.

For a moment, he was pushed out and stood at the forefront. Their desires, their desires, their wills, are like symbols that float clearly in the sky.

"You ......"

Hoffa muttered, not knowing what to say. At this moment, he became the agent of the collective will, and he could no longer be left alone.

Sherlock turned his head around, "Look at me! You speak! Do you think dragon training is a simple and ridiculous thing?"

"I don't think so. Hoffa immediately denied it.

"Don't think you're so ugly!?" Sherlock's cold fingers almost scratched Hoffa's face out of shape.

At this time, Miranda rushed over, grabbed Sherlock's hand, and said calmly: "It's okay, it's a big deal, Hoffa, you apologize, apologize and it's over." ”

Apologize?

As soon as Miranda's words came out, the silent eyes of the hundreds of students behind her instantly became as sharp as knives. The will and spirit boiling in the air almost darkened the entire hall, and none of them spoke, but the message was clearly transmitted to Hoffa.

No apologies.

No compromises.

It was pressure that Hoffa had never felt before, and at this moment, it didn't matter what he was thinking personally.

He looked directly into Sherlock's blue eyes and whispered, "Apologies for what, I didn't say anything." ”

"Didn't say anything. Sherlock laughed, and when she finished laughing, she let go of her hand, her eyes completely cold, "In the past, when Aglaia and I mentioned you, I expected some of you, but now it seems that you are nothing more than that. ”

Miranda is pushed out of the way by Sherlock, drowning in the crowd. Sherlock drew his wand from his waist and took a step back, and with that, all the students stood up, and they all took a step back, drew their wands, and surrounded the two of them, and the air was filled with rage and fanaticism.

After last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he naturally knew the meaning of this gesture, this guy actually planned to duel with himself.

"Does it have to be like this?" said Hoffa.

"Are you so indecisive?

As she spoke, the other stream of qi remained locked on Hoffa. He saw in the shadows the young Hungarian tree bee silently approaching him. Its wings were halfway folded, and its cold yellow eyes were fixed on Hoffa. It wriggled its spiky tail slightly, leaving subtle friction marks on the hard marble floor, like a lioness cub hunting with a lioness.

Hoffa glanced at the tree bee and said solemnly, "I don't want to do anything with you. ”

"And then?" Sherlock held his wand to the tip of his nose, "you think you're too generous to be as knowledgeable as I am?"

Hoffa was silent, the juvenile Hungarian tree bee getting closer and closer to him, the air filled with danger.

"What reason are you going to find to leave here this time? Do you want to go to the toilet again in front of so many people?

Several people in the dragon training team laughed, and the laughter revealed a faint disdain, and the crowd behind Hoffa exploded in an instant as if they had been poked in sensitive nerves.

"Hit it!"

"Who's afraid of you!"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Senior, amazing?"

"Amazing Teacher's Child?"

"It's not a relationship?"

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"Shut up!"

Hoffa turned his head and roared.

Hoffa: "What's the point?"

Sherlock: "You don't respect us, Hoffa Bach.

Duel, win me, scold me as much as you want, if you lose, I will make you apologize to us loudly in front of the whole school!"