Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The moment the student and Long left, the crowd behind Hoffa all became uproarious, they whistled in excitement, and some people stepped on the stool and threw their hats away.

The sound made Hoffa feel terribly 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 threw up excitedly. He took 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, great you! "

The fanatic atmosphere overwhelmed him, and he became an island in the wave. Hoffa pushed away William, and pushed away the palms that were reaching him. He looked at the worshiping eyes, the girls with tears in their eyes. As long as he gave an order, these people would do anything for him.

But Hoffa did not have the pleasure of defeating the enemy, some only did not understand, and there was also the fear of being gradually overwhelmed by fanaticism. This atmosphere made him uneasy and depressed him.

Why is he fighting?

......

......

The rain was pounding on 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, only to find that he had been overwhelmed by the crowd of boiling carnivals and disappeared.

The flickering candles in the jack-o-lantern illuminated her side and her face was cloudy and sunny, and she did not know whether it was due to her illusion or Halloween makeup. She felt that the school was like a magic cave now, with demons dancing around.

She turned her head and pursed her lips until Sherlock tugged herself beside her, and silently followed the group into the rainy night.

The more she went, the more she felt something was wrong, so she stepped up to catch up with Miranda and asked, "Do you think the atmosphere in the school is weird?"

"Ok."

Miranda snorted briefly.

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

Aglaia 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 thin and tall figure at the front of the team, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Two months out to train the dragon, the man in front of the same surnamed De La Cess did not show anything special to her, did not even look at himself more.

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

When he approached a fir tree deep in the Forbidden Forest, Fatir stopped. Looking back at the crowd blankly, everyone and their respective fire dragons immediately sat up. They knew that the professor was about to speak.

Sure enough, when the students and the baby dragon were seated in their respective positions, Drasses lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said coldly:

"This time Principal Dippet called you back to the school for no reason. I thought someone of you would notify me. Unexpectedly, you ran back so excitedly.

Why is there so no opinion, why has no one notified me, eh? "

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

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

"For example, have you considered the feelings of ordinary students?" Fatir frowned and asked: "Is there any rules in my eyes when I was still fighting in the hall?"

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

"We have crossed the Black Lake. For the past two months, we have eaten and sleeplessly every day, accompanied by dragons, fearful and trembling. We have not suffered less than any other, why would they not understand?"

"It is indeed understandable." Fatir said coldly and ruthlessly: "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 send one to all the students?" Fatir continued.

"Oh." A 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 a nasty expression. It was the prefect of Gryffindor. He has red hair and a tall body.

"I said, it was just a discussion."

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

The students around the Gryffindor prefect nodded their heads and looked incomparably approving.

"Yes, just for fun."

"It's boring not to fight."

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

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

The young dragon was startled by the serious man, hissed, and sparks spewed from his nostrils.

Fatir sternly said: "Every war started like this, 30 years ago, and now it is the same. Everyone thinks that they can control the conflict and can stop it. But who is the real beast that is really released? Can control!?"

Everyone looked at each other one after another and chose silence.

Fatir still said: "Without stability, social order will collapse, without stability, everyone will be struggling in the chaotic hell!"

At this time, Sherlock stood up in the crowd and asked in a low voice, "Professor, even if it sacrifices reputation, do you want to maintain stability?"

"Even at the expense of everything, we must maintain stability."

Fatir was firm.

Everyone bowed their heads and stopped talking.

Aglaia looked at her watch, a trace of boredom flashed in her eyes, not knowing what kind of psychology it was. She always felt that Fatir was a bit too idealistic and unrealistic at all.

......

It's quiet in the dead of night.

Water droplets crackled and fell on the leaves, and Aglaia lay under the tree, staring at the stars after the rainy night. He gently stroked the scales of his Welsh Green Dragon with his fingers.

The sound of the Welsh green dragon's even breathing sounded by her side. She looked at Miranda sleeping soundly by the campfire in the distance, and at Fatiel under the tree.

This is a rare break after a day of practice.

If it had been, Aglaia would fall asleep.

But this night, the scene of Hoffa being swallowed up by the crowd has been flashing in her mind and lingering.

She thought of the speech that Dumbledore had arranged at the beginning of school, and of him being a representative tonight before he was pushed to the stage.

Aglaia didn't know what this meant, let alone whether he could withstand such a 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 and stretched out her finger, trying to tentatively push her father's shoulder.

But before his fingertips touched him, Fatir opened his eyes and looked at her. Those eyes didn't have too much emotion, they were more of a kind of scrutiny.

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

Aglaia retracted his finger.

After a moment of confrontation, she reached into her pocket and rubbed it, then threw out a messy letter that had been rubbed and threw it 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.

"The letter you wrote to my mother."

Aglaia said coldly.

"and then?"

Fatir folded the letter and handed it back.

"what do you want to say?"

Looking at the young-looking guy in front of him, Aglaia became angry for no reason, and she folded her arms.

"I have doubts."

"To the dragon?"

"No. I have doubts about you."

"What are you wondering about?"

Fatir frowned and said lightly.

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

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

"Then you can't take him with him? If you think that maintaining stability is above all else, he is a very good candidate. Even without a dragon, he can help you."

"I know." Fatir closed his eyes:

"But some people can't teach, and some people are destined to take a different path from the moment they are born. Such people..."

Fatir's expression was a little lonely, he shook his head: "I dare not teach such a person."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, rest early."

After Fatir said this, he wrapped his hands in front of his lower abdomen, as if he was going to sleep.

Seeing his father's indifferent and impatient appearance, Aglaia's face muscles twitched twice, turned around, sat back by the campfire, closed his eyes and calmed down.

For this result, she didn't have many surprises. In the past two months, their exchanges have only stayed on this level of non-embarrassment or embarrassment. To be honest, she has no hope of her relationship with her father.

I don't know how long it took, and her sleepiness gradually rose. Originally, she should usually fall asleep easily. But this time, she couldn't sleep anyway. She was clearly sleepy, but her body was resisting sleep. She rolled her eyes and fell into a predicament of half-dreaming and half-waking.

In the dimness, she saw that all the students by the fire stood up and turned into fuzzy shadows whispering. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be my own dream, and my classmates fell asleep.

But after a while, those students got up again quietly. She felt very strange. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out that it was still a dream. Just a dream in a dream.

In this way, she constantly realized that she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up. Can't stop the dream.

In this cycle of dreams and dreams, she desperately tried to wake herself up, but her chest seemed to be crushed by a huge boulder, unable to move.

Until the soft humming sounded in my ears.

Song: The birds are silent in the middle of the night

The beast is sleeping in the woods

The dragon rides by in the breeze

But a little creature lay nervously and refused to close his eyes

Worried about those foolishness, ghosts, and unknowns.

You my little baby, why bother so much.

The voice was ethereal and weird.

And gradually cast a layer of brilliant color in her spiritual world, and she dragged it towards a warm cave. She stopped the endless cycle of dreams and fell straight down, no longer suffering.

Really...?

Aglaia bit her tongue abruptly, and the blood was filled. With great perseverance, she stood up from the ground and returned to reality.

Cold sweat, cold hands and feet.

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

She was standing by the campfire, but found that by the fire beside her, all kinds of small animals were sitting.

Honey badger, field mouse, cat, rattlesnake...

Those little animals shone with brilliant colors, they looked quite gorgeous, but they were lifeless.

The eyes of the animals stared straight into the darkness of the forest. She followed their eyes and saw a figure standing in the rainy forest.

The young dragon surrounded him round and round, looking at him respectfully as if the stars arched over the moon. It looks like an avid fan is looking at the singer.

Song: "After an instant of beauty

The light has faded away.

The stars are intertwined in the quiet night.

I want to leap over the edge of my dream.

Arrive in the wilderness that trembles all things infinitely. "

.....

He stroked a tree trunk, and the soft song came from him.

Aglaia looked at the back figure, frowning suspiciously and asked: "Hoffa......!?"

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

Turning around, a hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and he smiled: "Sure enough, Veeva is still difficult."

"who are you?"

Aglaia asked.

"No one."

The stranger answered softly.

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

When passing by the bonfire, the small animals beside the fire also stood up, following the dragons neatly in rows.

Seeing the animals neatly lined up, a sense of absurdity surged into Agleia's heart, because her classmates were gone, but now there are more animals.

"follow me."

The man is getting closer.

"Where are my classmates?"

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

"Your classmates are waiting for you."

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

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

Pale and thin fingers stretched out to Aglaia's puzzled face. He turned his head and wanted to kiss it.

Locked by some kind of huge spiritual power, Aglaia leaned on the tree trunk and dared not move. The wand was so heavy that it could not be lifted.

In the sky, dark clouds dispersed, under the silent and solemn silver full moon. The unpredictable shadow grew more and more. In the trunk filled with wood oil venom, the man's back spread slowly like thorns. He gradually lost his human form and became a colorful dragon shadow, with wings dancing in the air. .

The doubt on Aglaia's face turned into panic.

Just when the fingertips are about to touch the skin.

Fatir, who was sleeping under the tree, suddenly opened his eyes. He leaped up without hesitation, and leaped forward like a cheetah, hugged Aglaia, pushed her hard, and pushed her away from the trunk.

Then he turned around, drew out his wand, and slammed it against the shadow.

A charged whip flashed in an arc, but it didn't touch anything. The whip was swept across the man's body, as if it swept through the air.

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

The juvenile fire dragon and the group of small animals lined up behind him, as well-behaved as tadpoles in the water.

Aglaia suddenly recovered. She got up, picked up her magic wand and chased after him, but as soon as he turned a corner, the man disappeared, and even the small animals disappeared and evaporated into the air.

"...What about classmates? Miranda, where is Sherlock?"

Aglaia looked around: "Wait, where is our fire dragon...?"

Fatir didn't speak, but stared solemnly at the depths of the forbidden forest.

Seeing that he was not speaking, Aglaia cried out anxiously and panicked:

"Elizabeth!"

"Elizabeth!"

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

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

It seems that in the entire forbidden forest, only their father and daughter are left.