Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The moment the student and Long left, the crowd behind Hoffa all made a noise. They whistled in excitement. Someone stepped on the stool and threw their hat.

The sound made Hoffa feel terribly harsh and trance.

He was told by Professor Bohan to maintain justice, but inexplicably, he became the core of the conflict.

William threw 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. , That's amazing for you!"

The fanatic atmosphere overwhelmed him, and he became an island in the wave. Hoffa pushed William away, pushing 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 didn't feel the pleasure of 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 are you fighting?

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The rain crackle the bat statue on the top of the castle, it is the rain of late autumn , The cold is abnormal.

When the Dragon Trainer 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 flow of people who were boiling and reveling and disappeared.

The flickering candles in the jack-o-lantern illuminate her side face gloomy and uncertain. I don’t know if it is due to her illusion or Halloween makeup. She thinks the school is like a magic cave now. The demons danced wildly.

It wasn't until Sherlock tugged herself next to her that she turned her head, pursed her lips, and silently followed the group into the rainy night.

The more she walked away, 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?"

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Miranda snorted briefly with her nose,

"I feel the whole school is torn apart."

Agleia said "Do you know what is going on?"

"You ask me? How do I know."

Miranda indifferently said: "Why don't you ask your father, he Isn't it a professor?"

Aglaia was taken aback, looking at the thin and tall silhouette at the front of the team, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Out to train the dragon for two months, 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.

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

When he walked near a firs deep in the Forbidden Forest, Fatir stopped. Looking back at everyone blankly, everyone and their Dragon immediately sat up. They knew that the professor was about to speak.

Sure enough, when the student and the young Dragon were seated in their respective positions, Drasses lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said coldly:

" This time Dippet headmaster recalled you back to the school for no reason. I thought someone of you would notify me, didn't expect, you just ran back so excitedly.

Why are you so? I don’t have an opinion, why didn’t anyone inform me, huh?"

Faced with the teacher’s accusation, the students looked at each other a few times. At this moment, a boy stood up and said softly, somewhat puzzled:

"I thought the professor, you know. Besides, Dippet headmaster wants us to be exemplary. Is there anything wrong with this, professor?"

"Exemplary, you have considered those ordinary How do the students feel?" Fatir asked with a frown, "I was still fighting in the hall, is there any rule in my eyes?"

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

"We have crossed the Black Lake. We have been eating and sleeping every day for the past two months, and we are in company with the dragon, trembling with fear. We don’t suffer less than any of them, why? Will they not understand?"

"It is indeed understandable." Fatir said coldly, "but they don't need to understand, they just need an excuse to vent their anger at injustice. You can't give They make 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.

"Aiya." Some students couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Isn't it just a discussion, what's at the worst."

"What did you say?"

Fatier looked at the whispering student with a grim look. It was Gryffindor's Prefect. He has red hair and a tall body.

"I said, it was just a discussion."

Gryffindor Prefect stood up. "Sherlock didn't hurt anyone, and Bach didn't really do anything."

The students around Gryffindor Prefect were nodded, and they looked like they were incomparably approving.

"Yes, just for fun."

"It's boring if you don't fight."

"Professor, don’t be angry, we have to keep dragons for so long. Learn to fight with dragons..."

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

The young dragon was taken aback by the serious man. Spit out si si breath, and spray a few fire stars from the nostrils.

Fatir said sharply: "Every war started like this. Thirty years ago, it is the same now. Everyone thinks that they can control the conflict and they can stop. But really Who can control the real beasts released!?"

Everyone looked at each other and chose to be silent.

Fatier is still saying: "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 you sacrifice your reputation, do you have to maintain stability?"

"Even if you sacrifice everything, you must maintain stability."

Fatir is decisive.

Everyone bowed their heads and stopped talking.

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

......

It's quiet in the middle of the night.

The drop of water crackled on the leaves, and Aglaia lay under the tree, staring at the stars after the rainy night. His fingers lightly stroked the scales of his Welsh Green body.

Welsh Green’s even breathing sound came from her side. She looked at Miranda sleeping soundly by the campfire in the distance, and then at Fatir under the tree.

This is a rare break after a day of cultivation.

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

Aglaia doesn't know what this means, let alone whether he can 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.

Standing under the tree for a while, she took a deep breath and extended the hand, trying to tentatively push Father's shoulder.

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

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

Aglaia retracted his finger.

After the confrontation for a while, she reached into her pocket and rubbed it, then threw out a messy letter and threw it in front of Fatir.

Fatier 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 coldly said.

"And then?"

Fatir folded the letter and handed it back.

"What do you want to express?"

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

"I have doubts."

"For dragons?"

"No. I have doubts about you."

"What are you wondering about?"

Fatir frowned indifferently and said.

Aglaia took a deep breath: "I wonder, why you didn’t collect Hoffa at the beginning, obviously he has already crossed the Black Lake."

Fatier stared slightly. Eyes, 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 you? If you He thinks that maintaining stability is above everything 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..."

Fati Er'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."

Fatier put his hands around his lower abdomen after saying this, as if he was going to sleep.

Looking at his father's cold and impatient appearance, Aglaia's face muscles twitched twice, turned around, sat back by the campfire, closed eye to rest.

She was not surprised by this result. In the past two months, their communication has only stayed on this level of non-embarrassment. To be honest, she has no hope for the relationship with her father.

I don't know how long it took, and she gradually became sleepy. Originally, she should usually fall asleep easily. But this time, she couldn't fall asleep 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 all the students by the fire stand up, turning into groups of vague shadows whispering. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that it was his own dream, and the students fell asleep.

But after a while, those students climbed up silently again. She thought it was weird. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out that it was still a dream. Just a dream in a dream.

In this way, she continuously 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 was like being pressed by a huge boulder, impossible to move even a little bit.

Until the soft humming sounded in my ears.

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

Wild beast sleeps in the forest

giant dragon rides by the light breeze

but A little creature was so nervous that he lay and refused to close his eyes

worrying about those foolishness, ghosts, and unknowns.

You my Little Darling, why are you so troubled.

The voice is ethereal and weird.

And gradually cast a layer of brilliant color in her spiritual world, dragging her to 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.

I was in a cold sweat, with cold hands and feet.

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

She was standing by the campfire, but she found all kinds of small animals sitting next to the fire.

Honey badgers, voles, cats, rattlesnakes...

Those small animals are shining with brilliant colors, they look quite gorgeous, but they are 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 with respect as if the stars arched over the moon. It looks like an avid fan is looking at the singer.

Song: "After the momentaneous splendor

The light has become disillusioned.

The stars are intertwined in the quiet night.

I want to leap into my dreams Edge.

Arrived in the wilderness that shook everything."

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

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

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

Turning around, a hint of surprise flashed in the man’s eyes, said with a smile: "Sure enough, Veela is still difficult."

"Who are you?"

asked Aglaia.

"No one."

The stranger replied softly.

Speaking, 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 and followed the dragons neatly in rows.

Looking at the animals neat and tidy lined up, a sense of absurdity surged into Agleia's heart, because her students were gone, but now there are more animals.

"Come with me."

The man is getting closer.

"Where is my student?"

Aglaia took a step back and secretly pulled out wand.

"Your students are waiting for you."

The man said to himself, after Aglaia stepped back and leaned against the tree trunk.

The man extends the hand, with rays of light shining in his eyes: "It's so beautiful."

The pale, slender 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. wand is so heavy, does not raise at all.

in the sky, the dark clouds are scattered, under the silent and solemn silver full moon. The unpredictable shadow grows more and more. In the trunk full of wood oil venom, the man's back spreads slowly like thorns. He gradually loses his human form and becomes 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.

Fatier, who was sleeping under the tree, suddenly opened his eyes. He leaped forward without the slightest hesitation, leaped forward like a cheetah, hugged Aglaia, and hugged her heavily. A push, pushed away from the trunk.

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

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

The stranger puts his palms away, and he walks through Fatir's body indifferently, like a ghost-like walk through a tree trunk.

The young Dragon followed behind him as the group of small animals lined up, cleverly like tadpoles in the water.

Aglaia suddenly came back to his senses, she got up, picked up the wand and chased up, but just after turning a corner, the man disappeared, even with the little animals, All disappeared and evaporated into the air.

"...student? Miranda, where's Sherlock?"

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

Fatier did not speak, but stared solemnly into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Seeing that he was silent, Aglaia called out anxiously and panicked:

"Elizabeth!"

"Elizabeth!"

Elizabeth is the name of Welsh Green. Aglaia thought of her Dragon in a critical moment. She wanted to find her own 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 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.