172 Chapter 39, Upper and Lower Levels

After the end of October, the weather in November was as cold as iron, and every morning was covered with a layer of frost. The icy wind cut hands and cheeks, making people unable to lift their spirits.

The sky and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale blue-gray, the mountains around Hogwarts put on snow caps, the temperature in the castle plummeted, and many students wore thick hoodies when they rested in the corridors between classes. Leather gloves.

Every time Hoffa walked through the castle, he could see the yellow and hoarfrost world outside. Pieces of dry leaves danced in the sky, and people were walking hurriedly under the frosty lake.

He didn't know where Aglaia and Miranda were now, and what the group of students who followed Professor Draces to the mountains of Scotland were doing now.

At that time, Professor Delasses said that his course was only about playing, but now looking at the cold gray sky, this kind of "playing" must not be an easy task.

A fire crackles in the fireplace in the Ravenclaw common room the day before Halloween.

Hoffa was sitting by the fire in the common room, writing his dissertation on Transfiguration. This was easy for him, not because he had a good grade in Transfiguration, but because Professor Bohan rarely assigned anything. Unfathomable content, his course is the most simple of all the teachers this year.

And his roommates, William Carlson and Antonio Ciphers, had already left homework behind, and they were making up each other by the fire. Since today was Halloween, according to tradition, the students would have a masquerade party.

As in previous years, Hogwarts students did not bring their costumes to the masquerade. After all, they were wizards, vampires, werewolves, and mummies. Things that seemed magical to Muggles were not magical to them at all.

But the pressure on the students this year is too great, heavy work, the coercion of the world war, they need a way to vent.

So there was a scene where the two boys put on makeup for each other.

William was a boy with curly black hair, a freckled face, and a pointy chin. At the moment, half of his face is painted white, with pointed canines on his mouth, and he plans to make up to look like a vampire.

Antonio, on the other hand, was a chubby boy with red hair who had always been fat. He is now covered in bandages, except for his red hair. He's going to make up a mummy.

While the two were putting on makeup, William said, "If you ask me, those people must be terribly cold outside."

"Who are they?" Antonio asked.

"Which ones? Heh, those masters of how to train your dragon are still playing outside in this cold. Is it really so fun outside?"

"They have a dragon, maybe the dragon can breathe fire and keep them warm," Antonio said.

"I want you to remind me!" William slapped the table ferociously, "Do you think I haven't seen a dragon?"

"No no"

Antonio quickly took out his wand and pointed at his face, and painted a layer of white powder on his face. He calmly said, "That's not what I meant."

"Hmph," William folded his arms, "then what do you mean?"

"I was thinking, that Professor Draces really brought dozens of dragons, dozens of them?"

"How do I know, I haven't crossed the lake."

William said angrily: "Why don't you ask Hoffa, he is the only one who has crossed the lake and returned."

Antonio looked timidly at Hoffa, who was writing his thesis by the edge of the window, not daring to disturb him.

Hoffa raised his eyelids and glanced at the two roommates. He heard what they said, but he didn't want to answer, because he had been asked too many times during this time.

Especially boys, but even though he answered clearly a hundred times, Professor Draces brought the dragon and gave the baby dragon to the students to take care of, but these students still didn't believe the answer, and asked over and over again tirelessly, It seems that you have to hear a different answer to be happy.

After finishing his homework, he took out his book of transformations, "Anatomy of Everything, Structure Is King" and began to study it word by word.

It’s just that when he was reading, William was always chattering beside him: “I wonder if there are any dragons, look at that Professor Draces, who is as thin as a wooden stick, how can he bring dozens of dragons? Maybe just a few Saharan salamanders."

"That's right." Antonio echoed, "It's really unlikely."

William: "I have seen a lot of braggarts. Now many experts and professors can't believe what they say."

Antonio: "I really can't believe it. My mother believed what an expert said and bought some medicine, but it turned out to be a counterfeit medicine."

"Hey, there are people like this among Muggle wizards, and it's not uncommon. If you ask me, if you don't come back outside in such cold, you must be hiding somewhere."

Antonio thought about it for a while: "Hey, maybe those big families don't want to take the exhausting Potions class at school like us, so..."

William was shocked: "Why are you so smart!"

Antonio: "Oh really?"

The two of you talked like this, and I talked by the warm fire.

To be honest, Hoffa found it a little noisy. But he couldn't say anything. If there was no war, he thought he would be as happy as them going to the masquerade ball.

But now the external war pressure is as great as Mount Tai, and various problems are emerging on his own body.

More importantly, in the past, he was a little transparent who stayed in the corner and no one paid attention to him, but this year, other people paid him a lot of attention. Not only the teachers of the school, but also the students of the Fourth Academy. Under such pressure, he really didn't dare to relax at all.

He couldn't stop others from talking, so he had to cover his ears and read without leaving a trace. While reading, suddenly, the door of the lounge was pushed open just now.

Hoffa's third roommate, Tyler Smith, stood at the door, panting.

Taylor: "The group of people, the group of people are back."

"What are you talking about? Which group of people?" William asked.

"Which group you're talking about is the group of people in the magical creature class."

As soon as this remark came out, all the people in the common room raised their heads, those who were reading, doing homework, warming up by the fire, playing chess, and putting on makeup. They all stared at Taylor at the door and asked questions in a hurry.

"Is there a dragon?"

"Are there really dragons?"

Taylor: "I've heard people from Hufflepuff say it, and it's true!"

"Depend on!"

Antonio stood up first and said, "Let's go and have a look."

With him leading the way, students crowded out of the common room. Even in the wizarding world, dragons aren't very common creatures, let alone a dozen or so.

William moved, he moved his legs, and just about to stand up, he curled his lips in disdain and said, "I'm not going, there's nothing to see."

But his voice was drowned out by the waves of the crowd.

Hoffa didn't squeeze with others, he waited for the others to finish walking before slowly standing up. At this time, there were only two people left in the lounge just now, one was himself, and the other was William who was sitting by the fire with a gloomy face.

William was wearing the earl's black leather jacket in the middle world, with his arms folded, and his snow-white vampire makeup was full of hatred.

Noticing Hoffa's eyes, he asked again with bright eyes: "Hoffa, aren't you going?"

Hoffa shook his head: "No, I'm going."

He was going not only because he hadn't seen Aglaia and Miranda in a long, long time. More importantly, the test Professor Bohan gave him also included maintaining order.

Seeing Hoffa nodding, William's expression darkened.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The two walked out of the common room one after the other, walked down the magic ladder, and came to the hunting ground in front of the hall.

At this moment, it was freezing cold, and the foot stepped on the frozen grass, making a creaking sound. A group of strangely dressed students gathered around the school corridor and on the stone steps, stretching their necks and looking at a row of figures in the distance. Some even took out Muggle binoculars to watch.

Soon, the row of tiny figures came across the frosty grass. They lined up one by one in a very orderly manner.

And walking in front of the team is Aglaia's cousin Sherlock. At this moment, her clothes were disheveled and tattered, with small burnt holes all over her clothes, and three claw marks on her face.

But now she looked very confident, more confident than any time Hoffa had seen her before, and she walked towards the castle with her head held high. Beside her, there is a four-meter-long Hungarian Horntail like a large crocodile. Its head is full of sharp thorns, its wings and hind legs support its streamlined body, and its sharp feet are on the ground. Frost left one dent after another in the turf.

The ferocious beast spewed a faint smoke from its mouth and nose, and its yellow eyes swept across the faces of the crowd indifferently. Those eyes were completely predators, and there was no warmth at all.

There really are dragons!

The crowd covered their mouths in horror, and some people exclaimed in low voices. Because the Hungarian Horntail didn't have any restraints, it didn't even have an iron chain around its neck, and it was completely free-range.

The horror of the crowd was reflected in the Horntail's eyes, and it immediately straightened its back and opened its mouth full of sharp teeth.

Sherlock pressed the Horntail's head with his palm, and said lightly, "No."

The Hungarian Horntail glanced at her, turned her head slightly, and stopped staring at the crowd. After being frightened by the hornet, the onlookers fell silent. They spread out one after another, leaving a big gap for this group of students with dragons.

Hoffa in the crowd was secretly surprised. After nearly two months, the Horntail had grown so big, and it seemed that Sherlock had really tamed the Horntail.

His eyes turned to the rest of the team, everyone in the dragon training team had a dragon and was dressed in rags. These creatures were much bigger than when Hoffa saw them for the first time, and what was even more amazing was that they all stayed beside the students obediently.

Hoffa also spotted Aglaia and Miranda in the procession, Miranda's Opaleye dozing on her shoulder. And there is no dragon around Aglaia, but Hoffa knows that is just an illusion. Because when she turned a corner, there was a slight fluctuation like water flow around her body.

Her Welsh green dragon was in stealth mode.

Miranda greeted Hoffa, mouthed that I was busy, and then disappeared into the castle with the team.

After the students and the dragon disappeared.

The group of Halloween make-up students looked at each other, and the air was filled with depression. The make-up on their faces seemed to lose its luster and become dull and dull.

They practice potions and herbs at school day and night, and they can only relax by Halloween masquerade.

And another group of people played in the Scottish mountains for several months, and when they came back, everyone was surrounded by taming dogs like fire dragons. This sense of gap, a fool can feel it.

Obviously everyone is a wizard.