The moment the students and Long left, the crowd behind Hoffa all became noisy. They whistled excitedly, and some even stepped on the stools 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 core of the conflict.

William rushed forward excitedly. He led a group of students, took Hoffa's arm, and said excitedly: "Bach, you are great, great! From now on, you can do anything you ask me to do. You are so amazing!"

"

The fanatical atmosphere overwhelmed him, and he became an island in the wave. Hoffa pushed away William and the palms reaching out to him. He looked at the adoring eyes and the girls with tears in their eyes. It was as if he only needed an order.

If he doesn't, these people will do anything for him.

But Hoffa didn't feel the pleasure of defeating the enemy at all. He just didn't understand, and he also had the fear of being gradually overwhelmed by fanaticism. This atmosphere made him uneasy and depressed.

Why on earth are you fighting?

...

...

The rain pattered against the bat statue on the top of the castle. This was late autumn rain, and it was extremely cold.

When the dragon training team walked to the entrance of the hall, Aglaia tried to look back at Hoffa, but found that he had been overwhelmed by the crowd of excited and reveling people and was missing.

The flickering candles in the pumpkin lanterns illuminated the side of her face with uncertainty. She didn't know if it was her imagination or the Halloween makeup. She felt that the school was now like a devil's cave, with demons dancing around inside.

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

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

"Um."

Miranda snorted briefly,

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

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

"You ask me? How do I know."

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

Aglaia was stunned, looking at the tall and thin figure at the front of the team, the corner of her mouth twitched.

After two months of training dragons, the man in front of her who also had the same surname as Derasese didn't show anything special to her, and didn't even look at her twice.

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

When he reached a fir tree in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, Fatir stopped. He turned around and looked at everyone with an expressionless face. Everyone and their respective fire dragons immediately sat around. They knew that the professor was about to speak.

Sure enough, after the students and the young fire dragons sat down in their respective seats, Derasese lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said coldly:

"This time Principal Dippet called you back to school for no reason. I originally thought that one of you would inform me, but I didn't expect that you just ran back so excitedly.

Why are you so opinionated, why didn't anyone inform me, eh?"

Facing the teacher's censure, the students looked at each other a few times. At this time, a boy stood up and whispered in confusion:

"I thought you knew, Professor. Besides, Principal Dippet wants us to set an example. Is there anything wrong with that, Professor?"

"Example, have you ever considered the feelings of ordinary students?" Fadil frowned and asked, "They actually started fighting in the hall. Do you still have any rules in your eyes?"

"Then have they considered our feelings?" A boy asked reluctantly:

"We crossed the Black Lake. For these two months, we slept in the open air every day, kept company with dragons, and were in fear and trembling. We suffered no less than any of them. Why didn't they understand?"

"It's indeed understandable," Fatil said coldly, "but they don't need to understand. They just 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 give one to all the students?" Fatir then asked.

"Oops." One student couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, "Isn't it just a discussion? What's the big deal?"

"What did you say?"

Fatir looked at the whispering student with an unkind look on his face. He was the prefect of Gryffindor. He had red hair and was tall.

"I said, it was just a discussion."

The Gryffindor prefect stood up. "Sherlock didn't hurt anyone, and Bach didn't do anything serious."

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

"That's right, just for fun."

"It would be boring if we didn't fight."

"Professor, don't be angry. We have raised dragons for so long, and we have to learn to fight with them..."

"That's enough! Do you think this is a joke?"

The young dragon was startled by the serious man, hissed, and blew out a few sparks from its nostrils.

Fatir said sternly: "Every war starts like this, it was like this thirty years ago, and it is like this now. Everyone thinks that they can control the conflict and stop it. But who is the real beast that is really unleashed?

Can you control it!?"

Everyone looked at each other and chose silence.

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

At this time, Sherlock stood out from the crowd and asked in a low voice, somewhat unwillingly: "Professor, do you want to maintain stability even if you sacrifice your reputation?"

"Even if you sacrifice everything, you must maintain stability."

Fatir was categorical.

Everyone lowered their heads and stopped talking.

Aglaia looked at her watch, and a trace of boredom flashed in her eyes. She didn't know why. She always felt that Fadil was a bit too idealistic and not realistic at all.

...

It's quiet at night.

Water droplets fell on the leaves, and Aglaia lay under the tree, looking straight at the stars after the rainy night. Her fingers gently touched the scales on her Welsh green dragon.

The even breathing of the Welsh green dragon came from beside her. She looked at Miranda sleeping soundly by the campfire in the distance, and then at Fadil under the tree.

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

If it had been in the past, Aglaia would have fallen asleep.

But that night, the scene of Hoffa being swallowed up by the crowd kept flashing in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it.

She thought of the speech that Dumbledore was given at the beginning of school, and tonight when he was pushed to the stage to become a representative.

Aglaia didn't know what this meant, let alone whether he could withstand such huge pressure.

She tossed and turned and couldn't 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, stretched out her fingers, and wanted to give her father's shoulder a tentative push.

But before her fingertips touched her, Fadil opened his eyes and looked at her. There wasn't much emotion in his eyes, but more of a look.

"What's the matter?" Fatil 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 messy letter in front of Fatir.

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

"Your letter to my mother."

Aglaia said coldly.

"Then what?"

Fatir folded the letter and handed it back.

"What do you want to express?"

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

"I have doubts."

"To dragons?"

"No. I have doubts about you."

"What are you wondering about?"

Fatir frowned and said calmly.

Aglaia took a deep breath: "I wonder why you didn't take Hoffa in at first. He has obviously crossed the Black Lake."

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

"Then can't you take him with you? If you value maintaining stability above all else, he is a very good candidate. Even if there is no dragon, he can still help you."
To be continued...