After October ended, the weather in November was as cold as frozen iron. There was a layer of hard frost every morning, and the cold wind cut hands and cheeks, making people unable to lift their spirits at all.

The sky and the ceiling of the auditorium turned a light blue-gray, the mountains around Hogwarts put on snow caps, the temperature in the castle dropped sharply, and many students were wearing thick masks when taking a break in the corridor between classes.

Leather gloves.

Every time Hoffa walked through the castle, he could see the world outside mixed with yellow and white frost. Pieces of dry leaves were flying and dancing in the sky, and people were walking hurriedly under the frosty lake.

He didn't know where Aglaia and Miranda were now, or what the group of students who had followed Professor De Laces into the mountains of Scotland were doing now.

At that time, Professor de Lasese said that his course was only about playing, but looking at the cold gray sky now, I guess this kind of "playing" is not an easy task.

On the day before Halloween, the flames crackled in the fireplace in the Ravenclaw common room.

Hoffa sat by the fire in the common room, writing the paper on the Transfiguration class. This was very simple for him, not because he did well in the Transfiguration class, but because Professor Bohan rarely assigned anything.

The content is incomprehensible, but his courses are the most simple among all the teachers this year.

And his roommates, William Carlson and Antonio Siphis, had already forgotten about their homework. At the moment, they were putting on each other's makeup by the fire. Since today was Halloween, according to tradition, the students would have a costume party.

As in previous years, Hogwarts students were not allowed to participate in the masquerade party. After all, they are wizards, vampires, werewolves, and mummies. Things that may seem magical to Muggles are not magical at all to them.

But the pressure on students this year is really too great. From the heavy workload and the pressure of the world war, they need a way to vent their anger.

So there was a scene in front of me of two boys putting on makeup on each other.

William is a boy with black curly hair, a few freckles on his face, and a pointed chin. At this moment, half of his face is painted white, and he wears sharp canines on his mouth. He plans to make up to look like a vampire.

Antonio is a chubby red-haired boy who has always been fat. He is now covered in bandages, except for his red hair. He plans to dress up like a mummy.

While the two were putting on makeup, William said, "If you ask me, it must be quite cold for those people outside."

"Who?" Antonio asked.

"Which ones? Oh, those How to Train Your Dragon, they are still playing outside in such cold weather. Is it really so fun outside?"

"They have a dragon. Maybe the dragon can breathe fire and help them keep warm." Antonio said.

"I want you to remind me!" William slapped the table fiercely, "Do you think I have never seen a dragon?"

"No...no..."

Antonio quickly took out his wand and pointed it at his face, applying a layer of white powder on his face. He said calmly: "I didn't mean that."

"Humph," William crossed his arms, "Then what do you mean?"

"I'm wondering, is that Professor Drases really carrying dozens of dragons? Dozens of dragons?"

"How do I know? I didn't cross the lake."

William said angrily: "Why don't you ask Hoffa? He is the only one who has crossed the lake and come back."

Antonio looked timidly at Hoffa, who was immersed in writing a paper at the edge of the window, and did not dare to go up and disturb him.

Hoffa raised his eyelids and glanced at the two roommates. He heard what they said, but he didn't want to answer because he had been asked too many times during this time.

Especially the boys, but even though he answered clearly a hundred times, Professor de Lasese brought the dragon and gave the baby dragon to the students to take care of, but these students still did not believe the answer and took the trouble to ask again and again.

It seems that I have to hear a different answer to be happy.

After finishing his homework, he took out his own transformation manual, "Anatomy of All Things, Structure is King" and began to study it word by word.

But when he was reading, William was always chattering next to him: "It's still unclear whether there will be a dragon. Look at Professor Drases, who is as thin as a stick. How can he carry dozens of fire dragons?"

Maybe just a few Saharan fire-breathing lizards."

"Yes." Antonio agreed, "It's really unlikely."

William: "I've seen a lot of braggarts. Nowadays, many experts and professors can't believe their words."

Antonio: "I really can't believe it. My mother just believed an expert's word and bought some medicine, but it turned out to be a fake medicine."

"Hey, this kind of people are common among Muggle wizards. They are not rare. If you ask me, if you stay out in the cold and don't come back, you must be hiding somewhere."

Antonio thought for a moment: "Hey, maybe those big families don't want to take the tiring potions class in school like us, so..."

William was shocked: "Why are you so smart!"

Antonio: "Ah really...?"

The two of them just talked to each other beside the warm fire.

To be honest, Hoffa felt it was a bit noisy. But he couldn't say anything. If there was no war, he thought he would be very happy to go to the masquerade ball like them.

But now the external war pressure is as great as Mount Tai, and all kinds of problems are emerging one after another.

More importantly, in the past, he was a little transparent person who stayed in the corner and no one paid attention to him, but this year, others paid extra attention to him. Not only the teachers of the school, but also the students of the fourth hospital. Under such pressure,

He really didn't dare to relax at all.

He couldn't stop others from talking, so he had to cover his ears and read without leaving any trace. As he was reading, suddenly, the door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open.

Hoffa's third roommate, Tyler Smith, stood panting in the doorway.

Taylor: "That...that group of people, that group of people are back."

"What are you doing? Which group of people?" William asked.

"Which group you are talking about is the group of people who take the Magical Creatures class."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the common room raised their heads. Those who were reading, doing homework, warming themselves by the fire, playing chess, and putting on makeup. They all stared at Taylor at the door and asked all kinds of questions.

"Is there a dragon?"

"Are there really dragons?"

Taylor: "I heard people from Hufflepuff say that it is true!"

"Depend on!"

Antonio stood up first and said, "Let's go and take a look."

With him taking the lead, students crowded out of the common room. Even in the wizarding world, dragons were not common creatures, let alone there were more than a dozen dragons.

William moved, he moved his legs, and just as he was about to stand up, he curled his lips and said, "I won't go, there's nothing good to see."

But his voice was drowned by the sound of the crowd.

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Hoffa did not squeeze in with others. He waited for everyone to finish walking before slowly standing up. At this time, there were only two people left in the rest room, one was himself and the other was William who was sitting by the fire with a gloomy face.

William was wearing a black leather coat from the Middle World Count, with his arms folded, and his snow-white vampire makeup face was full of hatred.

Sensing Hoffa's eyes, he asked with bright eyes: "Hoffa, aren't you going?"

Hoffa shook his head: "No, I want to go."

He wants to go not only because he has not seen Aglaia and Miranda for a long time. More importantly, the test given to him by Professor Bohan also includes maintaining order.

Seeing Hoffa nod, William's expression darkened.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The two walked out of the common room one after another, walked down the magic stairs, and arrived at the hunting ground in front of the hall.

It was freezing cold at the moment, and the feet stepped on the frozen grass, making a creaking sound. A group of students dressed in strange shapes gathered in the corridor of the school, standing on the stone steps, craning their necks to look at a row of figures in the distance.

Some people even took out Muggle binoculars to look at it.

Soon, the row of tiny figures came from the frosty grass. They lined up one by one, looking very orderly.

Walking directly in front of the team was Aglaia's cousin Sherlock. At this moment, she was disheveled and in tatters. Her clothes were full of burnt holes and there were three claw marks on her face.

But she seemed extremely confident now, more confident than ever before Hoffa had seen her. She walked towards the castle with her head held high. And beside her, there was a four-meter long one, like a big crocodile.

A common Hungarian hornbill, it holds its head high and covered with sharp thorns, its wings and hind legs support its streamlined body, and its sharp feet leave dents one after another on the frosty turf.

The beast exhaled a faint smoke from its mouth and nose, and its yellow eyes swept across the faces of the crowd indifferently. It was completely a predator's eyes, without any warmth at all.

There really is a dragon!

The crowd covered their mouths in horror, and some people exclaimed lowly. Because the Hungarian Horntail had no restraints, not even a chain around its neck, and was completely free-range.

The crowd's panic reflected back into the Horntail's eyes, and it immediately straightened its back and opened its mouth full of sharp teeth.

Sherlock pressed the Horntail's head with his palm and said calmly: "No."

The Hungarian Horntail glanced at her, turned his head slightly, and stopped staring at the crowd. Frightened by the Horntail, the onlookers all fell silent. They dispersed one after another, leaving a large gap for the group of students with dragons.

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Hoffa in the crowd was secretly surprised. After nearly two months, the Horntail had grown so big, and it seemed that Sherlock had really tamed the Horntail.

He turned his attention to the rest of the team. Everyone in the dragon training team was carrying a dragon and dressed in rags. These creatures were much larger and more magical than when Hoffa first saw them.

Yes, they all stayed next to those students obediently.

Hoffa also saw Aglaia and Miranda in the team. Miranda's oval eyes were lying on her shoulder, taking a nap. There was no dragon around Aglaia, but Hoffa knew that it was just an illusion.

.Because when she turned, there were subtle fluctuations like water flow around her body.

Her Welsh green dragon is in stealth mode.

Miranda greeted Hoffa, mouthed "I have something to do," and then disappeared into the castle with the team.

After the student and the dragon disappeared.

The group of students wearing makeup for Halloween looked at each other in disbelief, and there was a low mood in the air. The makeup on their faces seemed to have lost its luster, becoming gray and gloomy.

They practice potions and herbal medicines in school day and night, and can only relax at the Halloween costume party.

Another group of people played in the mountains of Scotland for several months, and when they came back, everyone was surrounded by tame dogs, like fire dragons. Even a fool can appreciate this sense of gap.
Chapter completed!