That night, all the students gathered in the auditorium.

There is an old piano in the corner of the hall. Its keys automatically go up and down, making a soft tinkling sound. Thousands of thin candles are burning on the dark dome, shining with blue light. Matched with

The group of students below have all kinds of weird makeup, and the entire Halloween atmosphere seems mysterious and spooky.

Logically speaking, a Halloween costume party should make people excited, but it didn't. The hall was filled with oppressive silence.

Because there is a dragon.

The dragon training team who returned from school had a separate row of tables. They sat on the right side of the faculty chair. Next to each person stood a baby dragon.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the young fire dragon, and the silent and oppressive atmosphere remained.

It wasn't until Jacob Bohan helped the dim-eyed President Dippet walk in from the door that the atmosphere became slightly calmer. Hoffa glanced around the staff table and found that half of the professors were not there.

Slughorn, Dumbledore, Mellors, and Fatir are all gone.

Principal Dippet walked under the giant eagle statue and coughed twice: "Before the banquet, I want to say a few words. Today I called the dragon training team back. Ahem...on the one hand, it is to test it.

I am very satisfied with the results. On the other hand, I also hope that you can take the lead and set an example. In the days to come, all students must learn from and emulate the dragon training team..."

.......

Dippet said a few words dryly at the staff table, encouraging the dragon training team. Tell them to perform well and not go astray. The future of Hogwarts depends on you, and so on, blah blah blah.

After he finished speaking, he left the staff table with the support of Jacob Bohan, and other teachers chased him out, as if they had other things to discuss.

The professor just left.

The silent atmosphere was suddenly torn apart, and the students sitting down were divided into two groups at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A group of people were very friendly to the dragon training team and gathered around them asking questions.

The other group had unwilling eyes but very cold expressions. They sat far away, ignoring the students who had returned from training their dragons, and even pointed at them.

Hoffa's roommate Antonio fell into the former category. He mingled in the crowd, surrounded the group of dragon-training students, asking questions excitedly, and sat nearby and listened with interest.

(As for William, he sat next to Hoffa and whispered disdainfully: "Humph, haven't you just seen a fire dragon? It's as if no one has seen it... I saw a Norwegian spine when I was six years old.

Dragon, even rode it.")

Hoffa ate Halloween pumpkin pie in silence. William was also one of the people crossing the lake at that time. However, he swam less than three kilometers into the Black Lake, which was more than 50 kilometers away, before returning exhausted.

(William kept talking: "They are just a bunch of wild beasts. Fatir de Lases actually talked about building a single-plank bridge... It's really funny. I have never seen anyone who can train a dragon."

Minister of Magic...")

He kept talking, and Hoffa felt like a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing in his ears. He looked at Aglaia and Miranda in the crowd, whom he hadn't seen for two months, expressionlessly.

I haven't seen them for two months, but I haven't thought about them much. Even though I was sitting there watching them, their images were unusually blurry.

(William also said: "I think it's really funny. You have to swim to raise a dragon. And you talk about it so brazenly, you really think taxpayers' money comes from the wind... That De Lacey

Si, I heard that my family runs a hospital...it seems dirty...not like a good person...")

His voice mixed with the voices of other students floated around, entering from Hoffa's left ear, coming out from his right ear, going in from his right ear, and going out from his left ear. The whole hall was chirping. An inexplicable atmosphere began to ferment in the air.

(William: "Without you, those people would have been bombed to ashes last year. They are still here to show off. If you ask me, didn't you also cross the river? Why weren't you allowed to train the dragon...

There must be something shady in this, right? There must be something wrong with Professor Drases...")

He went on and on.

At this time, a doubt appeared in Hoffa's mind. No, where is Professor Drases? Where has Dumbledore gone? Are they busy with other things?

(William: "You 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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While Hoffa was thinking, he received a heavy blow on the shoulder. He was startled, and when he came to his senses, it turned out that it was William who had slapped him.

"What's wrong?" Hoffa asked. He had been wandering out of habit. He didn't pay much attention to what the other party said.

William: "I said, those people who train dragons are nothing special, right?"

After he said these words, the surrounding area immediately became quieter. Many people looked over and stared directly at Hoffa.

It was a look that longed for affirmation, recognition, and understanding. At this moment, he vaguely felt that he had touched something. He couldn't explain it, but its real existence was floating in the sky above the hall.

Hoffa looked into William's eyes, feeling a trace of unbearability in his heart. He nodded in an awkward manner: "You are right."

William's eyes burst out with dazzling light, and he excitedly said to the person next to him:

"Look, they're nothing special. Hoffa swam there and wasn't with those people."

His words were like a stone thrown into a deep, calm pool. Before Hoffa could stop him, they stirred up waves among the students. Immediately, all the words around him were spread.

"Hoffa said they were nothing special."

"Hoffa said those people were nothing."

"Without Hoffa they would have died."

"Hoffa said..."

It was passed from one person to another. Finally, by the time this sentence reached the ears of the dragon training team who were eating and drinking, it had completely changed.

Hoffa didn't know what the specific words were, but after one student whispered to them, the entire dragon training team turned their heads in astonishment and stared at him in disbelief.

His heart skipped a beat.

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

Stared at him coldly.

"What did you just say?"

Hoffa looked confused: "What did I say?"

She laughed angrily: "Don't you know what you're talking about? You're just pretending."

At this time, another tall boy slowly walked up to Hoffa, held down the table, and said with a sullen face: "Didn't we help you from behind last year? This is something we do together, and it's Hogwarts."

Rongguang, how come you have become your own glory here?"

Along with his anger, a fat Swedish Brachysaurus propped up its fat body, slowly came behind the boy, and snorted.

At this time, Sherlock's Hungarian Horntail also disappeared silently and crawled towards its master.

Sherlock: "Go away, Diggory, I will take care of this matter."

The tall boy glanced at her and shook his head, "Calm down."

"I won't say it a second time." Sherlock looked at Hoffa.

The boy straightened up, glanced at Hoffa silently, turned around and left with his Brachysaurus.

As soon as he left, Sherlock grabbed Hoffa's collar and whispered through gritted teeth: "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 that had just been passed on her were too harsh.

Hoffa tried to explain, but as soon as he turned around, the students who had just communicated in private suddenly became quiet and no longer made a sound. They just looked at Hoffa. All kinds of weird Halloween makeup, paired with a uniform silence.

The language seemed weird but neat, and Hoffa couldn't even tell who was who in this group of people.

For a moment, he was pushed out and stood at the front. Their desires, their desires, and 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 over and said, "Look at me! Talk! Do you think training a dragon is a simple and ridiculous thing?"

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

"Don't you think what you said is so harsh!?" Sherlock's cold fingers almost scratched Hoffa's face and deformed it.

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

Apologize?

As soon as Miranda spoke her words, the silent eyes of the hundreds of students behind her instantly became as sharp as knives. The boiling will and spirit in the air almost dimmed the entire hall. None of them spoke, but the message was clearly conveyed to

On Hoffa.

Never apologize.

Never compromise.

This is pressure that Hoffa has never felt before. At this moment, it no longer matters what he is thinking personally.

He looked directly into Sherlock's blue eyes and whispered: "Apologise, I didn't say anything."

"I didn't say anything." Sherlock laughed. After laughing, she let go of her hand and her eyes turned completely cold. "When Aglaia mentioned you to me in the past, I still had some expectations for you, but now I see

Come on, you are nothing more than this."

Miranda was pushed away by Sherlock and was submerged in the crowd. Sherlock took out the wand from his waist and took a step back. At this step, all the students stood up. They all took a step back, took out the wand, and

The two people were surrounded, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of irritability and fanaticism.
To be continued...