Chapter 63

A sword

cut down!

Cut through the darkness.

As the dawn comes, the dawn breaks.

Light all over the world!

His mental field controls the entire tower.

Hoffa went through the layers of consciousness space and returned to the real world.

Everything was the same except Miranda.

A black air barely stood in front of her, and Miller and his mental field were completely divided into two parts.

In Hoffa's mental field, it can hardly stand.

"So... What kind of magic is that?" Miller bellowed in horror.

Hoffa tilted his head and whispered, "it's not magic."

With that, he raised his hand and clenched his fist.

Bang!

The mental field will blow Miller away.

The black air dissipated.

At the observatory, Miranda, covering her chest, fell to the ground, staggering back and staring at Hoffa.

It's like looking at something you don't understand at all.

Hoffa calmly looks at Miranda in front of him.

He put away his wand and strode towards each other.

"Don't come here! Don't come here Miranda looked at Hoffa in horror.

Hoffa came up to her, knelt on one knee and looked at Miranda face to face. Then he took each other's face and looked into Miranda's brown eyes. "I see," he said softly, "you should have told me."

"What's the use of telling you, do you understand?" Miranda snapped, "life experiences are different. You can't understand anything."

Hoffa: "I'm not really smart. In Ravenclaw, I'm just an ordinary person, but I can feel your pain."

"You can't, Hoffa Bach!" Miranda shook her head and stepped back. "You don't know anything. You have only yourself in your heart."

She shook her head, trying to get out of Hoffa's control.

"Yes, but even so, I have to say, I understand."

Hoffa took a deep breath, held each other's face firmly, and said: "the dark past makes you unbearable, but the terrible future also makes me scared.

Throughout the year, I have lived in the shadow of war, in fear and worry about the future. I'm impatient, I'm restless, I'm urgent, I'm even furious. "

"Shut up..."

Miranda stopped moving, she yelled.

Hoffa pursed his mouth.

"But that's not right, not at all."

"Shut up! Please don't say it Miranda's voice was already imploring.

Hoffa looked up at Miranda: "human beings are animals living in the present, we live in today, we live in the present. No matter how terrible the future is, no matter how dark the past is, life is still life. Miranda, the past is not a reason for you to give up yourself and your life. "

Miranda was speechless. Her body was shaking, but she was still gnashing her teeth.

"It's none of your business..."

"what if I say it's none of your business?"

Miranda's chest heaved violently, staring at Hoffa. "You're right. I'm really lonely and I don't see my friends in the same way as you. But it doesn't mean I don't have feelings. It doesn't mean I never treat you as a friend

"Friends are like family," Hoffa said with a reddish smile. When you let me in on the train, we were friends already, weren't we? "

They looked at each other across the air.

The magic energy of violent killing in the air gradually subsided, and the dancing dust settled down.

Hoffa opened his hand and said sincerely, "isn't it enough that I'm here now?"

There was a moment of silence.

Miranda couldn't help it. She clenched her lips and lost control of her expression.

Finally, she covered her face and cried in pain: "Hoffa... What should I do? What am I supposed to do? "

"Never mind, never mind, tell me!" Hoffa held Miranda's face firmly.

"It's not your fault. Tell me, where are the black wizards and what's grindevo's plan? I'll stop it now. It's all in time! "

"I... I let them in through the secret passage."

Miranda sobbed, "I'll let them go to the Quidditch arena and use the poison panther."

"Dumbledore! Will Dumbledore stop them? "

Miranda shook her head and cried, "it's too late! It's late. I stole Slughorn's sleeping potion and tricked him into drinking it. Now, he can't wake up. No one can stop lutrov. "

Hoffa's body was cold for a moment. He quickly stood up and looked at the Quidditch match in the distance.

Sure enough, the thick gray fog there had spread.

Quidditch, out of control.What should I do?

It's too late!

No, there must be some way.

Hoffa turned his head, walked quickly to the tearful Miranda and pulled her up.

"Can you still go?"

"But Yes

"Go." Hoffa said decisively, "go to Slughorn's office, find the antidote, and then go to the Quidditch stadium. Wake up Dumbledore. I'll go to the Quidditch and get those people out

"What are you going to do?" At the moment of life and death, Miranda stopped crying and her lips turned white.

"Don't worry about me, do your own business, and go quickly!"

Hoffa pushes Miranda's shoulder. She looks at Hoffa in a daze. Finally, she nods slightly, turns around, covers her mouth and runs away quickly.

Now.

Hoffa stood alone at the observatory.

He thought about the countermeasures.

He has to do something, something to change it.

He looked at the Quidditch stadium in the distance, so many people, what would he do? If we don't take measures in time, death is inevitable.

Think of what ENDOR once said to himself.

The weakness of the venomous leopard's gas is water.

I need water.

Save them with water.

But how can I get there?

Run through?

It's too slow.

Do you want to fly there?

By the way, broomstick!

I don't have a broom.

Flying curse?

No, No.

Even if I can, I don't have the talent to fly!

Hoffa gritted his teeth. murmur to oneself.

At this moment, he entered a magical state of meditation, and his spirit became more and more concentrated and sharp.

I have to fly, there must be some way!

There must be some way.

The past came to mind.

All the knowledge learned this semester flashed through his mind.

A bold and crazy plan came into being!

Fly!

Hoffa looked up at the sky with white lips.

I'm going to fly!

Thought life, mental field suddenly changed!

In the sky, clouds suddenly began to gather.

"I want to fly over!"

Hoffa raised his head and roared.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to change the environment, he wanted to pursue something.

It doesn't exist in the past, it doesn't exist in the future.

Only in the present.

He thought of the words in Morgen's book - through magic, shuttling back and forth between the subject and the object, the most difficult point is not to understand the object of the target, but to deeply understand themselves. Those who can't dissect themselves deeply can't become true masters of metamorphosis.

In the sky, dark clouds slowly spread, and the gold tattoo on his arm grew little by little, gradually covering his whole body.

He closed his eyes and his spirit was completely immersed in his body.

Hoffa said softly.

"I know myself enough."

In the sky, a lot of dark clouds began to gather. The thunder is heavy. The climate began to become extremely abnormal.

"I know myself enough!"

Hoffa opened his eyes, raised his head and said aloud.

Rolling clouds, a thick blue lightning heavily split, as if in response to his determination.

Magic! In his body. In a flash, he was drained.

Without hesitation, Hoffa drew out the magic recovery potion and poured it down.

The potion turned into magic in his mouth. Before he had time to absorb it, he was drained clean by metamorphosis.

One tube is not enough!

Hoffa opened another tube of potion and swallowed it.

In the constant swallowing of potions, surging magic crazy flow in his body.

Hoffa's body changed and muscles began to expand under the operation of magic.

The bones regroup and the muscle fibers begin to elongate. The golden lines grow wildly on his body and finally gather in his eyes.

He looks extremely ferocious and raises his head. His thighs are bent, his tendons are elongated, and his fingers are hooked. The pale beak stretched out of Hoffa's lips.

Click!

Click!

Another pair of bones appeared on Hoffa's back.

It just stretches out of the shoulder blade and it's a few meters long. But it's not enough, it can't fly... There's something missing.

In the thunder and lightning, Hoffa's spirit magnified to the extreme, boundless pain and boundless beast in his brain very boiling. He couldn't hold it down at all.

He became a crumpled monster, naked and featherless.

What else is missing!He looked up and hissed, "I'm familiar enough! Why? "

All of a sudden, there was a light chirp in the distance.

A big bird with two wings spreads its wings and flies from far to near like lightning.

There was anxiety and excitement in the voice!

It's Maya.

It soars high in the sky, lightning chasing around its body. It carried lightning and landed on Hoffa's shoulder.

A thick blue lightning fell heavily from the sky and hit the observatory.

There was lightning and thunder in the dark sky. However, in this huge lightning power, Hoffa felt a touch of closeness.

It came from Maya, and on her shoulder, the same kind whispered to him with pure spirit, "remember your goal."

Goals.

Finally, Hoffa thought of what Dumbledore said in his first deformation class.

Take the inner goal as the lighthouse, take fraternity and tolerance as the guidance. Only in this way can we keep ourselves in the process of complex deformation.

Hoffa woke up again, he no longer forced control of change, but let the magic work naturally. Guiding the environment. The boiling magic echoes the lightning in the sky. At this moment, he seems to be integrated with the lightning.

In the sky, there are dark clouds.

Hoffa's skull was deformed in the lightning, his eyes became sharp pale yellow, countless tiny hairs covered his whole body, and huge and gorgeous feathers grew out of every corner of his body.

His arms became huge wings, his legs became sharp claws.

Its beak is huge and sharp, and its feathers shine blue.

With Maya's sweet song.

Above the platform, Hoffa spread his wings. He became a huge two winged Thunderbird.

In the hissing of his neck in ecstasy.

The rain poured down.