Chapter 59

In the spring of 1939, it bloomed as expected. Outside the castle, the dark blue mountains covered a purple sky, and the edge of the sky was inlaid with pink clouds.

Some little witches often run all over the mountains and fields, Flying Magic kites to the sky without strings. Or playing frisbee on the grass.

Their happiness has nothing to do with Hoffa, who has encountered unprecedented problems.

There's no way he can conquer grindevo's transfiguration spell.

There's no way.

He used to be very good at transfiguration, and he could even transform the wand into various imaginary shapes at will.

But he didn't know what to do with this metamorphosis.

He practiced hard, almost day and night.

Practice while eating, before going to bed, in class, even in the toilet.

He uses morglindwald's casting moves, and his spirit flows. Details.

But no matter how he tried, the transfiguration was like locking.

After a long time of painful practice, he can do a little change, but that change is futile and reluctant.

Greendevo broke the island, and Hoffa, he can only let the ground split a small crack, or let the surface grow a small stone hand the size of a mushroom.

Of course, Hoffa also knows the magic of deformed understanding. He tries hard to understand the earth and the earth with spirit. However, no matter how he understands it, the change that can be triggered is limited.

He had a big bottleneck.

The bottleneck of metamorphosis.

This time, even Milarepa's meditation could not help him to analyze magic.

Time passes day by day, and the bright spring begins to wrap the whole school. The grass outside the window is covered with Photinia.

But Hoffa's condition is getting worse.

All kinds of heavy work, the imminent threat of World War, and hidden danger from Miranda's dark personality.

All these pressures add up to something that Hoffa has never met in his life.

He began to have anxiety, insomnia, nightmares and even nausea. Even the school has always attracted his food, he began to enjoy.

He had blisters in the corner of his mouth because of the fire, and he had to go to Dr. Lehner for some medicine every day.

He was also being treated by some graduating Hogwarts seniors. Each of them was shocked to see Hoffa. They didn't understand why an 11 year old first grader had similar symptoms to them.

He is in the library every day.

But it doesn't make any sense. The more knowledge he has in his mind, the real solution still doesn't appear.

Hoffa wanted to give up, but when he thought of what Miller said to him that night, he immediately gave up the idea of giving up. This is a battle with his faith, and he didn't want to shrink back.

March ends and April begins.

At dinner time that day, Hoffa was in terrible shape.

Because a month later, he still didn't break grindevo's spell.

At noon on April Fool's day, he sat at the dining table, numbly eating mashed potatoes. I wonder if I really have the talent of a wizard.

Is grindevo that genius?

But at this time, Miranda began to suspect Hoffa's erratic whereabouts.

In the month since Hoffa began to learn how to grip the broken, he has hardly been alone with Miranda. In the evening at Ravenclaw's table, she looked at Hoffa with dark eyes and said, "Hoffa, it's harder to see you than the Minister of magic."

She was joking, but Hoffa gave Miranda a hollow look, slowly regaining focus.

Is this guy mocking himself?

The negative energy slowly enveloped Hoffa, and his thoughts began to change.

What Miller said to himself that night was like a demon. At this moment, the boundary between Miranda and Miller began to blur.

Miranda lowered her head and said with a smile, "are you in any difficulty? Do you need my help?"

This sentence was like the last straw of the camel. He seemed to see the shark open its mouth to himself that night. So many days of anxiety seems to find a vent.

Hoffa looked up coldly and said dryly, "I don't need the help of a madman."

Miranda opened her mouth wide and looked at Hoffa strangely, as if she had known him for the first time.

The expression was like a porcelain doll. Shua ground lost all brilliance for a while, become a little ferocious.

In the restaurant, inexplicable magic waves spread like ripples. The weather on the ceiling of the auditorium suddenly changed. All the students raised their heads with a cry.

Hoffa's finger's fork suddenly buckled, as if it were made of wax.

On one side of the alert, agraia suddenly felt something wrong, and Miranda stood up slowly. She sprang up and put her arms around Miranda's neck.He said with a smile, "Miranda! I have some good news, do you want to hear it ~ "

Miranda is still staring at Hoffa, but when she is hugged by aglia, the face of an old porcelain doll recovers its color. Slowly becoming normal, she glared numbly and said, "what's the good news?"

"The good news is that I'm going to the Quidditch final this year."

Miranda: really? Which day. "

"Next month, just a month before the end of the exam."

(she hugs Miranda's neck tightly, her arm trembles slightly)

Miranda: "did you start training so early?"

"Yes." Agraia winked at Hoffa, signaling him to leave.

Agraia: "there are a few friendly games and so on, but it doesn't matter. You will all come to the final."

Hoffa silently put down the deformed fork, he knew that aglia was helping himself out. It's a bit out of control. It's not normal at all.

He took a few deep breaths.

"I'll go."

With that, he turned his head and quickly left Ravenclaw's table without saying a word.

Walking faster and faster, from a trot all the way to a big stride.

Finally, when he came to the hunting ground, he held the corner of the castle. His face was pale and his stomach was tumbling.

After so many days, his anxiety reached its peak. When Miranda showed his magic power, he almost lost his cool and restraint.

Cross your knees.

Hoffa keeps working. The mind keeps working.

Finally, he managed to stabilize himself.

He met the bottleneck of his life.

How to break through the bottleneck of self.

Hoffa didn't know how his metamorphosis could be improved.

It's not advisable to give up. Hoffa stands up straight. But just as he was ready to go back and continue to seek the solution, a sound came from the green hunting ground in the forbidden forest.

Hoffa looked up and saw a small pink land bird from far to near. It has a big beak and green wings. She looks very cute.

What's more amazing is that every step it takes, it will cross the space and come to a place several meters away. The speed is very fast.

The sound just like a bubble burst was left by the bird when it blinked.

It's a dodo. It's a bird that can't fly, but it can blink.

Huo FA was stunned. It was the young dodo saved by himself and Joey in the forbidden forest. Half a year later, has it grown up.

Hoffa wondered why the Dodo came to the hunting ground. The pink head of the Dodo turned and locked Hoffa in the corner.

It jumped twice with joy, and then it twinkled to Hoffa's side.

He bit Hoffa's trouser legs, threw a letter at Hoffa's feet, and then rubbed it intimately against Hoffa's legs.

It turned out to be a messenger.

Hoffa touched the bird's head a little pale and muttered, "are you laughing at me, too?"

The Dodo didn't speak. He just popped on Hoffa's head and pecked his hair.

Hoffa was helpless. He picked up the letter on the ground and looked at it.

There is only a few typesetting in it.

"Thank you very much for the weather blanket, Hoffa. Maya is about to be born. Without your help, she would not be so healthy. I don't want you to miss its nirvana. If you can, please come to the tree house - Joey. "

Maya... Joey's Thunderbird is going to be born!

Hoffa raised his head slowly.

These days I'm busy learning metamorphosis and I'm anxious. I forgot the weather blanket I gave Joey for Christmas.

He hesitated for a moment. Finally, he decided to have a look.

Thunderbird, that's a rarer creature than fire dragon. No matter how busy he was, he didn't want to miss the scene.

He went to the Forbidden Forest in a hurry. The Dodo flickered from Hoffa's head and led the way. It was very fast and had to stop and wait for Hoffa from time to time.

Through the beautiful spring meadow, Hoffa came to Joey's Treehouse, where he found it full of cut oak stumps.

The stumps were split one by one and piled on the ground in a mess.

Joey was picking up a tin bucket in the tree house and saw Hoffa come. He immediately threw Hoffa a ladder on the treehouse.

"Come on up."

He is very happy today, and his face is red.

Hoffa climbed up the treehouse and hurried into the room with Joey.

At this moment, the whole room is free of strange voltage.

Hoffa could see the thick clouds on his weather blanket. lighting accompanied by peals of thunder.

The eggshell was clattering, and without Hoffa's warning, Joey handed him the glasses.

Hoffa put on his glasses.Inside the eggshell, the inexplicable blue material is very full and constantly flowing, echoing the thunder and lightning on the weather blanket.

The embryo soaked in the blue substance twisted around in the eggshell, trying to find a comfortable posture, but it was not found for a long time. He decided not to stay in the eggshell.

So it raised its head and pecked.

"Good job." In joy's pleasantly surprised voice, it poked out a gray beak.

Hoffa quickly moved his chair away. The ionized air in the weather blanket made Hoffa's hair stand up.

Click!

A little nail stepped open the eggshell.

Boom.

Inside the weather blanket, a mini flash of lightning struck the eggshell.

The creatures in the eggshell make a pleasant squeak.

Then it pushed the eggshell straight away and jumped out.

This is a wrinkled, gray bird, not much different from ordinary young birds. It's just that the head is a little bigger and the feet are bigger.

As soon as he was born, he called to the nearest Hoffa.

The gray mouth is wide open.

A faint electric current crackled on Hoffa's face, numbing his scalp, and he shrank subconsciously.

Joey shoved a square box into Hoffa's arms.

"Come on, feed it."

Hoffa saw that the box was full of white oak maggots.

It turns out that old Joey cut down those trees to get the insects in them.

"Creak, creak!"

Smelling it, Maya screamed more happily. She was hungry.

Hoffa grabbed a soft worm and stuffed it in his mouth.

Click. The gray beak is closed up and down.

The oak bug disappeared without a struggle.

"Squeak squeak."

Maya ate one, but cried even more hungry.

Hoffa quickly caught another worm.

This cycle repeated ten times, Maya ate ten worms. But it doesn't mean to be full at all.

It always opens its mouth as soon as it has finished one.

One more, open your mouth again.

It's like you'll never be full.

"How much does it take?" Hoffa was surprised.

He had just fed 10 insects, which were bigger than the two young birds.

"Keep feeding, don't stop." Joey said:

"it's a Thunderbird. It eats a lot of food. Feed it, and I'll get some new food."

With that, he plopped down the stairs. After a while, he came up with a huge tin bucket. The bucket contained all kinds of food, including fresh meat, fish and shrimp, and even scorpions.

Hoffa was surprised. He threw the insects into the Thunderbird's mouth one by one, faster and faster.

The little guy didn't refuse anything.

Finally, Hoffa tipped the box over and poured worms into its mouth like garbage.

As his throat shakes up and down, all the insects disappear, as if his stomach sac were under the traceless stretching spell.

In surprise, Hoffa grabbed the red glasses and carefully observed its body. It was curious where the creature had eaten.

After fluoroscopy, he found that the little guy had three hearts. They beat with each other regularly, just like an extremely sophisticated machine.

Its whole body's blood gallops like the electric current fast, flows between, those food quickly digested clean.

Just as he was amazed, old Joey put the scorpion barrel on the table in a gruff voice and said:

"don't look, there will be opportunities to see in the future. Thunderbird is the most vulnerable when it is just born. It needs a lot of food."

Hoffa looked at the black scorpion crawling around in the tin bucket and said, "can it really eat this thing?"

Joey threw Hoffa a dragon leather glove:

"what is a scorpion? When it grows up, it will be the top predator in the American continent. It can eat anything. Help feed it quickly. It's the best time to be his friend. It's not so easy to please him when he grows up. "

Sure enough, Hoffa took out a fat black scorpion.

The lower bar is also placed near the mouthpiece of the young bird.

The scorpion struggled frantically.

Tail pricks.

But the baby bird's soft skin is as tough as leather, with electric current flowing inside.

Maya bit the scorpion's tail and ate it like a biscuit.

That's how Hoffa was hungry.

They were busy from day to night. The newborn bird swept away all the food Joey had prepared.

It paced contentedly up and down the blanket of the weather. I don't know if it's Hoffa's illusion. This bird is bigger than it was when it was born.

Hoffa tried to touch the plump little bald bird. It didn't resist much, but gave Hoffa a cry in displeasure. As if to say, hate, don't touch me!So proud, who just fed you so long?

Hoffa poked Maya's belly with his finger discontentedly. A faint electric current flashed by and Hoffa twitched.

Just then Joey, who was cleaning up the garbage, came back. He wanted to tease Talas, but he just put his hand on Talas's head.

The dark clouds in the blanket cast a thick flash of lightning, which electrified Joey's hand. This is much more fierce than that of the electric Hoffa.

His hair was up, but he couldn't help laughing.

Hoffa saw that he was so happy that he couldn't help saying, "do you still miss Taras?"

Joey shook his head with a smile. "I think it's clear. Taras told me to let go of my obsession and enjoy the present. I should do that."

Hoffa was stunned to see the young Thunderbird hopping on the blanket.

For some reason, he saw a light similar to the dawn from each other, although it was very weak.