173 Chapter 40, Fermentation

All the students gathered in the hall of the auditorium that night.

There is an old piano in the corner of the hall. Its keys automatically go up and down, making a soft ding-dong sound. A thousand thin candles burned in the dark dome, shining blue. Coupled with the strange makeup of the group of students below, the whole Halloween atmosphere looks mysterious and eerie.

It stands to reason that Halloween masquerade should make people feel excited, but it doesn't. An oppressive silence filled the hall.

Because there are dragons.

There is a separate row of tables for the dragon training team returning from off-campus, and they sit on the right side of the teaching staff. There is a young dragon standing beside each of them.

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

It wasn't until Jacob Bohan helped the old and dizzy Headmaster Dippet walk in from the door that the atmosphere calmed down a bit. Hoffa glanced around at the staff desk, half of the professors were absent.

Slughorn, Dumbledore, Mellors, Fatiel, none of them were there.

Principal Dippet walked under the statue of the giant eagle and coughed twice: "Before the banquet, I would like to say a few words. Today I called the dragon training team back, ahem. On the one hand, it is to test the results. I am very satisfied with the results. Satisfied, 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 dry words on the teaching bench, and encouraged the dragon training team. Let them behave themselves, don't go astray, the future of Hogwarts depends on you, blah blah blah.

After speaking, he left the teaching desk with the support of Jacob Bohan, and the other teachers chased him out, as if there were other things to discuss.

The professor just left.

The silent atmosphere was suddenly torn apart, and the students under the seat were divided into two factions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A group of dragon training team was very friendly, surrounded them and asked questions.

The other group had unwilling eyes, but a very indifferent expression. They sat far away, ignoring the students who had returned from taming the dragon, and even pointing at them.

Hoffa's roommate, Antonio, belonged to the former category. He mingled in the crowd, surrounded the group of dragon trainers, asked questions excitedly, and sat by the side to listen with relish.

(William, who was sitting next to Hoffa, whispered disdainfully: "Huh, didn't you just see a fire dragon? It's as if no one has seen it. I saw a Norwegian Ridgeback when I was six years old, and I even saw a dragon. rode.")

Hoffa ate Halloween pumpkin pie silently. William was also one of the people who crossed the lake at that time, but at that time, he swam less than three kilometers to the black lake, which was more than 50 kilometers away.

(William kept talking: "It's just a group of wild beasts, and Fatil Delasses still talks about building a single-plank bridge. It's so funny. I haven't seen a dragon trainer who can be the Minister of Magic." )

He kept talking, and Hoffa felt like a swarm of mosquitoes was buzzing in his ears. He stared blankly at Aglaia and Miranda, who hadn't seen each other in two months, in the crowd.

I haven't seen them for two months, but I don't think there are many times of them. I am sitting and watching them, but their images are extremely blurred.

(William still said on the sidelines: "I think it's really funny, you have to swim to raise a dragon. He even said that he was playing with it, as if the taxpayers' money was blown by the wind. That De Laces, I heard that the family He runs a hospital. He doesn’t look clean and doesn’t look like a good person")

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

(William: "Without you, those people were bombed to ashes last year. They are still pretending to be aggressive here. If you ask me, didn't you also cross the river? Why didn't you let you train the dragon? There must be something shady about it. Right, there must be something wrong with that Professor Drasses")

He went on and on and on and on.

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

(William: "You still took the dragon to sit in the hall, why don't you go to the sky, what's so proud, without you, those people would have died in the explosion last year.")

Hoffa was thinking about it when he was hit hard on the shoulder. He was startled, and when he came back to his senses, it turned out that William had patted himself.

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

William: "I said, those people who tamed dragons are nothing special, are they?"

When he said these words, the surroundings immediately became quieter. Many people looked over and stared at Hoffa.

It was a look that longed for affirmation, to be recognized and understood by others. At this moment, he vaguely felt that he had touched something. He couldn't explain it clearly, but it was real, floating in the sky above the hall.

Hoffa looked into William's eyes, feeling a little unbearable in his heart, and he nodded mysteriously: "You're right."

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

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

His words were like a stone smashed into a deep pool of calm. Before Hoffa could stop it, it caused a thousand waves of waves among the students. Immediately, all the surrounding words spread.

"Hoffa says they're nothing special."

"Hoffa says those guys are no shit."

"Without Hoffa they would have died long ago."

"Hoffa Says"

One pass ten ten pass one hundred. One person passed it on to another, and in the end, when the words reached the ears of the dragon training team who were eating and drinking, the taste had completely changed.

Hoffa didn't know what the specific words were, but after seeing a student whispering to them, the whole dragon training team turned their heads in astonishment and stared at themselves with disbelief.

He thumped in his heart.

Sherlock in the dragon training team stood up, and Aglea and Miranda grabbed her immediately, 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 blank: "What did I say?"

She laughed back angrily: "Don't you know what you are talking about? Pretend to be garlic here."

At this time, another tall boy also slowly walked up to Hoffa, pressed the table, and said sullenly: "Didn't we help you behind last year? This is what we did together, it is Hogwarts. Rong Guang, how did you become your own glory here?"

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

Sherlock's Hungarian Horntail also quietly disappeared in place at this time, and crawled towards its master.

Sherlock: "Go away, Digory, I'll settle this matter."

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

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

The boy straightened up, glanced at Hoffa silently, and turned away with his short-nosed dragon.

As soon as he left, Sherlock grabbed Hoffa's collar, 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 just passed were too harsh.

Hoffa tried to explain, but when he turned his head, the students who had just passed the message in private suddenly fell silent, and they just looked at Hoffa like this. All sorts of weird Halloween makeup, combined with a uniform silence. Grotesque but neat, Hoffa couldn't even tell who was who in the group.

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

"you."

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

Sherlock held his head and turned it around: "Look at me! Talk! Do you think taming a dragon is a simple and ridiculous thing?"

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

"Don't think that you said it so badly!?" Sherlock's cold fingers almost deformed Hoffa's face.

At this time, Miranda rushed over, grabbed Sherlock's hand, and said calmly, "It's okay, what's the matter, Hoffa, please apologize, and it's over after an apology."

Apologize?

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

Never apologize.

Never compromise.

It was a pressure 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, "Sorry, I didn't say anything."

"I didn't say anything." Sherlock laughed. After laughing, she let go of her hand, her eyes were completely cold, "When Aglaia and I mentioned you before, I still had some expectations for you, but now I look at you. Come on, you are nothing more than that."

Miranda was pushed away by Sherlock and drowned in the crowd. Sherlock pulled out his wand from his waist, and took a step back. At this step, all the students stood up. They all took a step back, pulled out their wands, and surrounded the two of them. The air was filled with violent and fanatical atmosphere. .

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

"Does it have to be like this?" Hoffa didn't move.

"Are you so indecisive? Bach!"

As she spoke, another breath of energy was always locked on Hoffa. He saw the young Hungarian Horntail quietly approaching him in the shadows. Its wings were half folded, and its cold yellow eyes were fixed on Hoffa. It twisted its spiked tail slightly, leaving tiny friction marks on the hard marble floor, like a lion cub hunting with a lioness.

Hoffa glanced at the Horntail, and said solemnly, "I don't want to fight with you."

"And then?" Sherlock raised his wand to the tip of his nose, "You think you're big and don't know as much as I do?"

Hoffa was silent, the juvenile Hungarian Horntail was getting closer and closer to him, and the air was filled with a dangerous atmosphere.

"What reason are you looking for to leave here this time? Do you want to make an excuse to go to the toilet again in front of so many people? Mr. Bach!"

Several people in the dragon training team laughed, and the laughter revealed a faint disdain. The crowd behind Hoffa exploded instantly as if they had been poked into a sensitive nerve.

"Hit it!"

"Who is afraid of you!"

"who do you think You Are?"

"Is the prefect amazing?"

"Are teachers' children amazing?"

"It's not about relationships?"

"Shut up!"

Hoffa turned and roared.

Hoffa: "What's the point?"

Sherlock "meaning? You disrespect us, Hoffa Bach.

Let's fight, win me, whatever you want to scold, lose, I want you to apologize to us loudly in front of the whole school! "