175 Chapter 42, Forbidden Forest Singer

The moment the students and the dragon left, the crowd behind Hoffa started making noises. They whistled excitedly, and some people 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 jumped up excitedly. He led a group of students, took Hoffa's arm, and said excitedly: "Bach, you are great, great! You will let me do anything in the future, you are amazing! "

The frenzied atmosphere overwhelmed him, and he became an island in the tide. Hoffa pushed William away, pushed away the palms that were reaching out to him, and he looked at those adoring eyes, those girls with tears in their eyes. It seemed as if these people would do anything for him as long as he gave an order.

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

Why on earth are you fighting?

The rain was crackling and hitting the bat statue on the top of the castle. It was rain in late autumn, 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 carnival crowd and disappeared.

The flickering candles in the jack-o-lantern made her face cloudy and cloudy. She didn't know if it was her illusion or the Halloween makeup. She felt that the school was like a magic cave now, and there were demons dancing in it.

It wasn't until Sherlock pulled herself 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 went up to Miranda and asked, "Do you think the atmosphere in the school is weird?"

"Um."

Miranda snorted briefly,

"I felt like the whole school was being torn apart."

Aglea said, "Do you know what's going on?"

"You ask me? How do I know."

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

Aglaia was taken aback, looking at the tall and thin figure at the front of the line, the corner of her mouth twitched.

After going out to train dragons for two months, the man in front of him, also surnamed Drasses, didn't show anything special to her, and he didn't even take a second look at himself.

Over time, Aglaia began to wonder if he was really a father, and even wondered if he was really a member of his family.

When he walked near a fir tree deep in the Forbidden Forest, Fatil stopped in his tracks. Looking back at the crowd with no expression on their faces, the crowd and their fire dragons immediately sat around. They knew that the professor was about to speak.

Sure enough, after the students and the young fire dragon sat down in their respective positions, Drages lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said coldly:

"Principal Dippet called you back to school for no reason this time. I thought someone of you would notify me, but I didn't expect you to run back so excitedly.

Why are you so unintentional, why didn't anyone notify me, huh? "

Facing the teacher's censure, the students looked at each other a few times. At this moment, a boy stood up and said softly with some puzzlement:

"I thought you knew, Professor. Besides, President Dippet wants us to be role models. Is there anything wrong with that, Professor?"

"Example, have you considered the feelings of those ordinary students?" Fatil frowned and asked, "They still fought in the hall. Do you still have any rules in your eyes?"

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

"We crossed the Black Lake. For the past two months, we lived in the open air every day, and stayed with the dragon. We were worried and trembling. We suffered no less than any of them. Why didn't they understand?"

"It's understandable." Fatil said indifferently, "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 each of the students?" Fatil then asked.

"Oh." Some students couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Isn't it just a discussion, what's the big deal."

"What did you say?"

Fatiel looked at the whispering student with an unfriendly expression, which was the prefect of Gryffindor. He has red hair and is tall.

"I said, it was just a discussion."

The Gryffindor prefect stood up. "Sherlock didn't hurt anyone, and Bach didn't really mean it."

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

"Yeah, just for fun."

"It's boring not to fight."

"Professor, don't be angry, we have been raising dragons for so long, we have to learn how to fight with dragons."

"Enough! Do you think this is a joke?"

Startled by the serious man, the young dragon let out a hissing breath, spewing sparks from its nostrils.

Fatil said sharply: "Every war started 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 really unleashed the beast of reality? Can control it!?"

Everyone looked at each other and chose to remain silent.

Fatil is still saying: "Without stability, social order will collapse. Without stability, everyone will struggle in a chaotic hell!"

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

"Stability, even at the expense of everything."

Fatil was decisive.

Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing.

Aglaia looked at his watch, a trace of boredom flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know what kind of psychology it was. She always felt that Fatil was a bit too idealistic and not realistic at all.

In the dead of night.

The water droplets fell on the leaves, and Aglaia lay under the tree, staring straight at the stars after the rainy night. His fingers gently stroked the scales on his Welsh green dragon.

The even breathing of the Welsh green dragon could be heard beside her. She looked at Miranda who was sleeping soundly by the campfire in the distance, and then at Fatil under the tree.

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

In the past, Aglaia fell asleep right away.

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

She thought of the speech arranged by Dumbledore at the beginning of school, and how he was pushed to become a representative tonight.

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

She tossed and turned, unable to sleep at all.

After struggling for nearly two hours, she got up and came to Fatier's side.

Standing under the tree for a while, she took a deep breath, stretched out her fingers, and tried to push her father's shoulder tentatively.

But before the fingertips touched her, Fatil opened his eyes and looked at her. There wasn't much emotion in that look, it was more of a look.

"What's the matter?" Fatil asked calmly.

Aglea withdrew 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 Fatil.

Fatil 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."

Aglea said coldly.

"Then what?"

Fatil folded the letter and handed it back.

"what do you want to say?"

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

"I have doubts."

"To dragons?"

"No. I have doubts about you."

"What are you wondering about?"

Fatil frowned and said lightly.

Aglaia took a deep breath: "I wonder why you didn't accept Hoffa back then, obviously he has crossed the Black Lake."

Fatil widened his eyes slightly, and then 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 think that maintaining stability is above all else, he is a very good candidate. Even if there is no dragon, he can help you."

"I know." Fatil closed his eyes:

"But some people cannot be taught. Some people are destined to walk a different path from the moment they are born. People like that."

Fatil looked a little lonely, he shook his head: "I dare not teach such a person."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing interesting, go to rest early."

After Fatil finished speaking, he folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, as if planning to sleep.

Seeing his father's indifferent and impatient look, Aglaia's face twitched twice, turned around, sat back by the campfire, and closed his eyes to rest.

She wasn't too surprised by this result. In the past two months, their communication has only stayed at this level of neither embarrassment nor embarrassment. To be honest, she has completely lost hope about her relationship with her father.

I don't know how long it took, but she gradually became sleepy. Originally, she should fall asleep easily. But this time, she couldn't fall asleep no matter what. She was obviously very sleepy, but her body was resisting sleep. She rolled her eyes and fell into a half-dream and half-awake predicament.

In the dimness, she saw that the students by the fire had stood up and turned into groups of blurred shadows, whispering. After a closer look, it turned out to be my own dream, and the classmates were all asleep.

But after a while, those students got up again without a sound. She felt it was very strange. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out that it was still a dream. Just a dream within a dream.

In this way, she was constantly aware that she was dreaming, but could not wake up. Can't stop dreaming either.

In this cycle of dreams and dreams, she desperately tried to wake herself up, but it was as if a huge boulder was pressed on her chest, unable to move.

Until a soft humming sounded in my ears.

Song: The Birds Silence in the Night

The beast sleeps in the woods

The dragon rides the breeze across

But a little creature lay so nervous that it wouldn't close its eyes

Worrying about nothingness, darkness, and the unknown.

You my little baby, why are you so troubled.

The voice is ethereal and eerie.

And gradually cast a brilliant color on her spiritual world, dragging her to a warm cave. She stopped the endless cycle of dreams and fell straight down, pain free.

real?

Aglaia bit her tongue violently, filled with blood, she turned over and got up from the ground with great perseverance, and returned to reality.

Cold sweat, cold hands and feet.

The cold air of late autumn circulated in her lungs. Make her sober.

She stood by the campfire, but found that there were all kinds of small animals sitting beside the fire.

Honey Badgers, Voles, Cats, Rattlesnakes

Those small animals are shining with colorful colors, which look quite gorgeous, but lifeless.

The eyes of the animals were staring straight at the darkness in the forest. She followed their eyes and saw a figure standing in the rain-soaked forest.

The young dragons surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon, looking at him with incomparable respect. It looks like a fanatical fan looking at a singer.

Song: "After the Moment of Youth

The light has become disillusioned.

The stars are intertwined in the quiet night.

I want to fly over the edge of the dream.

Arrive in the endless wilderness that shocks everything. "

He stroked a tree trunk, and it was from him that the soft singing came.

Aglaia looked at the somewhat blurred figure, frowned suspiciously and asked, "Hoffa.!?"

The a cappella stopped, and the man turned around. It was not Hoffa's face, black hair, fair skin, a complete stranger, or not at all like a man, but like a hazy ghost.

Turning around, a trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and he said with a smile, "Sure enough, Veela is still difficult to deal with."

"Who are you?"

Aglaia asked.

"Nobody."

The stranger answered softly.

With that said, he walked towards Aglaia. The dragon group followed behind him, their eyes firmly locked on him.

When passing by the bonfire, the small animals beside the fire also stood up one after another, and followed the dragons neatly in rows.

Looking at the animals lined up neatly, Aglaia felt a sense of absurdity, because her classmates had disappeared, but now there were more of these animals.

"follow me."

The man is getting closer.

"Where are my classmates?"

Aglaia took a step back and secretly drew out her wand.

"Your classmates are waiting for you."

The man talked to himself, and Aglaia took another step back, leaning against the tree trunk.

The man stretched out his hand, his eyes sparkled: "It's so beautiful."

Pale and slender fingers stretched out to Aglaia's puzzled face. He turned his head, wanting to kiss her.

Locked by some kind of huge spiritual power, Aglaia leaned against the tree trunk, not daring to move. The wand is so heavy that it cannot be lifted at all.

In the sky, the dark clouds parted, and under the silent and solemn silver full moon. The unpredictable shadow grows more and more. In the trunk full of pomegranate oil venom, the man's back spreads slowly like thorns. He gradually loses his human form and turns into a colorful dragon shadow with wings dancing in the air. .

The doubt on Aglaia's face turned into panic.

The moment your fingertips are about to touch your skin.

Fatil, who was sleeping under the tree, suddenly opened his eyes. He jumped up without hesitation, rushed over like a cheetah, hugged Aglaia, and pushed her away from the tree trunk.

Immediately, he turned around, drew out his wand, and slammed it heavily at the shadow.

A charged long whip flashed in an arc, but it didn't touch anything. The long whip passed through the man's body like passing through the air.

The stranger put away his palms, and he passed through Fatier's body indifferently, passing through the tree trunk like a ghost.

The juvenile fire dragon followed behind him like a group of small animals, as well-behaved as tadpoles in the water.

Aglaia suddenly came back to her senses. She got up, picked up her wand and chased after him, but just after turning a corner, the man disappeared, and together with the small animals, they all disappeared and evaporated into the air.

"What about my classmates? Miranda, where about Sherlock?"

Aglaia looked around: "Wait, where's our fire dragon?"

Fatil didn't speak, but just stared at the depths of the Forbidden Forest solemnly.

Seeing that he was silent, Aglaia shouted anxiously:

"Elizabeth!"

"Elizabeth!"

Elizabeth is the name of the Welsh green dragon. Aglaia thought of her own fire dragon at a critical moment, and she wanted to find her own helper.

But no matter how she called, the green dragon that had followed her for two months did not respond to her. Not only did the green dragon not respond, but the other young dragons also lost their voices.

It seemed that in the entire Forbidden Forest, only their father and daughter were left.