Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

That night, all the students gathered in the hall of the auditorium.

There is an old piano in the corner of the hall. Its buttons automatically go up and down, making a soft ding-dong sound. Thousands of small candles were burning on the dark dome, shining with blue light. Coupled with the strange makeup of the group of students above and below, the atmosphere of the whole Halloween looks mysterious and gloomy.

It stands to reason that the Halloween costume party should be exciting, but it doesn't. The hall was filled with oppressive silence.

Because there is a dragon.

The dragon training team returning from outside the school has a separate row of tables, and they sit on the right side of the staff seat. A young dragon stood beside everyone.

Everyone's eyes stayed on the young fire dragon, and the silence and depressive atmosphere remained.

It wasn't until Jacob Pohan helped the dim-eyed Principal Dippet walk in from the door that the atmosphere calmed down a little. Hoffa glanced around at the faculty desk, and half of the professors were not there.

Slughorn, Dumbledore, Melrose, Fattier, none of them were there.

Principal Dippet walked under the giant eagle statue and coughed twice: "Before the banquet, I will say a few words. Today I called the dragon training team back, cough... The results. I am very satisfied with the results. On the other hand, I also hope that you can play a leading role and set an example. In the days to come, all students will learn from the Dragon Trainer team and follow suit..."

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Dippet said dryly on the faculty seat and encouraged the dragon training team. Let them behave well and don't go wrong, the future of Hogwarts depends on you, and so on, Barabara.

After speaking, he left the faculty desk with the help of Jacob Bohan, and the other teachers chased him out. It seemed that there were other things that needed to be discussed.

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.

The dragon training team was very friendly and asked around them.

The other group looked unwilling, but their expression was very cold. They sat far away, ignoring the students who had returned from training the dragon, and even gave them pointers.

Hoffa's roommate, Antonio, belongs to the first kind. He was in the crowd, surrounded the group of students who were training the dragon, asked excitedly, sitting next to him and listening with relish.

(William, while sitting next to Hoffa, he whispered disdainfully: "Huh, didn't you just see a fire dragon? It made it as if someone had never seen it before...I saw a Norwegian back when I was six years old. Dragon, even ridden.")

Hoffa silently ate Halloween pumpkin pie. William was also one of the people who crossed the lake at that time, but at that time, the fifty-odd kilometers of Black Lake, he swam less than three kilometers and then returned exhaustively.

(William kept talking: "It's just a group of beasts. Fatiel De La Cess actually said what to build a log bridge... It's funny, I have never seen a dragon trainer who can be Minister of Magic...")

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

I haven't seen them for two months, but I don't think they've seen them too often. They've obviously sat in place and looked at them, but their images are strangely blurred.

(William is still saying: "I think it's so funny. I have to swim to raise a dragon. I also talk about playing with it. It's true that the taxpayer's money comes from the wind... That Drassy Si, I heard that the hospital is in operation at home... it seems to be unclean... not like a good person...")

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

(William: "Without you, those people were blown up to ashes last year. They are still pretending to be forced here, and asked me to say, didn't you also cross the river? Why didn't you train the dragon... There must be a shady in it, right, that Professor De Laces must have a problem...")

He kept talking about De La Ces de la Ces.

At this time, a doubt appeared in Hoffa's mind. No, where is Professor De La Cess, where is Dumbledore, are they busy with other things?

(William: "I took the dragon to sit in the hall. Why didn't you go to heaven? What's so arrogant. Without you, those people would have died in the explosion last year.")

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Hoffa was thinking about it. He was hit **** the shoulder. He was shocked and came back to his senses. It turned out that it was William who slapped himself.

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

William "I said, those who train dragons are nothing great, right?"

When he said this, there was a lot of silence around him, and many people looked over and stared directly at Hoffa.

It was a look that yearned for affirmation, eagerness to be recognized and understood by others. At this moment, he vaguely felt that he had touched something. He couldn't tell the truth, but the real existence floated above the hall.

Hoffa looked at William's eyes, a trace of unbearableness appeared in his heart, and he almost nodded his head, "You are right."

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

"Look, they are nothing great, Hoffa swam past and was not with those people."

His words smashed into the calm pool like a stone. Before Hoffa had time to stop it, it caused a wave of waves among the students. Immediately, all the surrounding words spread.

"Hoffa said they were nothing great."

"Hoffa said those people are not farts."

"They would have died without Hoffa."

"Hoffa said..."

One pass ten to ten pass a hundred. One person to one person, and finally, when this sentence reached the ears of the group of hustling dragon training team, it had completely changed.

Hoffa didn't know what the passing words were, but after only one student whispered to them, the whole dragon training team turned their heads in astonishment and stared at him with incredible expressions.

There was a thud in his heart.

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

"What did you just say?"

Hoffa looked blank: "What did I say?"

She was very angry and smiled: "Do you not know what you said? Put garlic here."

At this time, another tall boy also slowly walked to Hoffa's side, held down the table, and said angrily: "Did we not help you behind last year? This is what we did together, it belongs to Hogwarts. Glory, how come you have become your brilliance alone?"

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

Shylock's Hungarian hornet also silently disappeared in place at this time, crawling in the direction of his master.

Sherlock: "Go away, Diggory, I'll take care of this."

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

"I won't say it again." Sherlock looked at Hoffa firmly.

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

As soon as he left, Sherlock grabbed Hoffa's collar and gritted his teeth and whispered: "You can think I'm a fool, you can ignore me, but you can't deny our team's efforts!!!"

She was so angry that her fists were shaking, presumably the words just passed by were too ugly.

Hoffa tried to explain, but as soon as he turned his head, the students who had just spread the word in private suddenly fell silent and no longer made a sound. They just looked at Hoffa. Strange Halloween makeup, combined with a unified silence. Appearing weird but neat, Hoffa couldn't even tell who was who in this group.

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

"you guys......"

Hoffa murmured, not sure what to say. At this moment, he became a substitute for collective will, and could no longer be alone.

Sherlock turned his head around: "Look at me! You speak! Do you think dragon training is a simple and ridiculous thing?"

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

"Don't think you are so ugly!?" Sherlock's cold fingers almost deformed Hoffa's face.

At this moment, Miranda rushed over, grabbed Sherlock's hand, and said calmly: "It's okay, what a big deal, Hoffa, you apologize, it's over with an apology."

apologize?

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

Never apologize.

Never compromise.

This is a pressure that Hoffa has never felt before. At this moment, it doesn't matter what he personally thinks.

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

"Nothing." Sherlock laughed. After smiling, she let go of her hand and her eyes were completely cold. "When Aglaia and I mentioned you before, I still had some expectations of you, but now I see Come, you are nothing but that."

Miranda was pushed away by Sherlock and was drowned in the crowd. Sherlock drew 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 their wands, and surrounded the two of them. The air was full of irritability and fanaticism. .

After going through the Dark Arts Defense class last year, he naturally knew the meaning of this posture. This guy actually planned to fight himself.

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

"Are you so indecisive? Bach!"

While she was talking, another qi was always locked on Hoffa. He saw the young Hungarian hornet that quietly approached him in the shadows. Its wings were half folded, and those cold yellow eyes stared at Hoffa. It twisted its spiky tail slightly, leaving traces of friction on the hard marble floor, like a lion cub hunting after a lioness.

Hoffa glanced at the tree wasp and said solemnly: "I don't want to do it with you."

"What then?" Sherlock held his wand to the tip of his nose. "Do you think you are very big and you are not as knowledgeable as me?"

Hoffa was silent, the young Hungarian hornet was getting closer and closer, and the air was full of danger.

"What reason are you looking for to leave here this time? Do you want 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 like a sensitive nerve.

"Hit it!"

"Who is afraid of you!"

"who do you think You Are?"

"The prefect is amazing?"

"The teachers' children are amazing?"

"Isn't it about relationship?"

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"To shut up!"

Hoffa turned his head and roared.

Hoffa: "What's the point of this?"

Shylock "Meaning? You don't respect us, Hoffa Bach.

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