393 Chapter 47, Big Storm

With the flash of thick lightning, one of the plane's propellers burst open. Boom, the fire flashed across the black night sky, and then turned into billowing smoke.

Inside a military aircraft. The red warning lights flickered wildly. The plane tilted rapidly after a wild shock, Miller was shocked and hugged Hoffa.

"Skydive! Skydive!!"

Someone yelled like that.

Three pilots dressed as soldiers got out of the cabin, and they frantically rummaged through the cargo hold. At this moment, the plane was still flying fast, but it was obviously out of control, shaking from side to side constantly, as if trying to throw them off the body, the shell box in the cabin broke the rope, and the yellow shells were thrown everywhere.

Several pilots found their backpacks, and they rushed to the edge of the cargo hold, frantically knocking on the emergency switch on the cabin.

Hoffa put his arms around Miller's shoulders and yelled at them, "Hey! Where are you going?"

Several pilots turned their heads and saw a pair of boys and girls embracing each other in the corner of the plane in astonishment. They couldn't understand why someone ran to the military plane delivering the shells, but they didn't need to understand at this moment, what's more, don't want to understand. The storm is too terrible, the plane has become a flying iron coffin, and many of them will die if they stay for a second.

The belly door of the cabin slowly opened, and the huge pressure difference caused a gust of wind. Miller screamed and hugged Hoffa's waist tightly, and Hoffa was directly sucked out.

The three pilots jumped out of the cabin without looking back, but the storm outside the cabin was too terrifying, a pilot who had just jumped out was swept up by a strong wind of magnitude ten, flew straight up, and hit the plane On the tail propeller of the gun, before the screams could be heard, it turned into a pile of flesh and blood. The other two pilots also rolled and disappeared in the storm. Opening the parachute in such a violent storm, I'm afraid it would be bad luck.

Seeing this scene, Hoffa gasped, grabbed the handle on the edge of the cabin, hugged Miller in one hand, and firmly fixed them in the plane.

The torrential rain of lightning and thunder wet Hoffa's body in an instant, and the shells in the plane were thrown into a mess during the violent swing.

Several boxes of tumbling shells slammed towards Miller at an extremely fast speed. Hoffa held Miller in one hand and shouted while holding the handle: "Shield! Miller!!"

Miller held Hoffa's waist with one hand, and propped up the shield spell with the other. The tumbling cannonball box hit the shield and flew rumbling to both sides. Miller raised his head in the rainstorm and the shield, and cursed: "You still don't change your body! What are you thinking!?"

It's not that Hoffa doesn't want to become Thunderbird, at this moment, he only has this option left. It's just that he still has reason and knows that the Pacific Ocean is huge. He can't have so much magic power to become a Thunderbird and take Miller across the entire Pacific Ocean. At least, he needs a place to stay.

At this time, he came to the wooden base under the engine room. This wooden base was used to stack shell boxes, and it looked very strong.

"Take the wooden base and we'll go," Hoffa said loudly in Miller's ear.

Miller glanced at the base on the ground. It is being pressed by the heavy shell box at the moment. Although the shell box is rolling and slipping out of the engine room, it will not be able to slip away in a while, and the tow will definitely not be able to drag it. .

"Torn apart!"

Miller pointed.

Suddenly, all the ropes that bound the box broke.

The box rolled wildly under the tumble of the plane.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Miller pointed again, and suddenly, under the super floating spell, all the tumbling shell boxes in the cabin floated up, and they left the wooden base. Floating and rolling in the cabin, like a meteorite in space, looks even more terrifying.

But at least the wooden base was free. Hoffa hugged Miller with one hand, and pulled the handle on the cabin with the other, and walked forward in the tilted plane. Miller hugged Hoffa with one hand, and supported the shield with the other. As if holding an umbrella, to prevent the raindrops of shells from hitting them.

Finally, Hoffa came to the wooden base, he let go, grabbed the wooden base, turned his head, and rushed out of the cabin.

Walking in the direction of the pressure, Hoffa almost flew out of the cabin with a wooden frame. The howling and screaming of the wind was so loud that he could barely hear anything. In the pitch-black thundercloud, his body rapidly enlarged, and finally turned into a huge creature more than ten meters long.

It is said to be huge, but it still looks very small in such a storm. Fortunately, the Thunderbird's strength allowed Hoffa to quickly adapt to the surrounding environment. He grabbed the wooden frame with one paw, and Miller with the other, flapping his wings vigorously in the heavy rain, and galloped forward.

Suddenly, the extreme speed of the storm seemed to stop.

Hoffa, who had turned into a Thunderbird, was taken aback for a moment, then stopped.

Not far away, there was a loud bang.

The uncontrolled plane hit the sea head-on.

Huge explosions appeared one after another, first the plane exploded, then the shells in the plane exploded, one after another, the extremely intense flames quickly tore through the darkness, allowing Miller and Hoffa to see the surrounding scene clearly.

They were in the eye of a huge storm, and there were crazily spinning black hurricanes in all directions. The hurricane was like a huge city wall, connecting the sky and the sea, stirring the waves and air, and making a dull breathing sound.

Big, really big!

This planet is alive. This almost miraculous terrifying energy made Miller tremblingly stand up from Hoffa's claws, looking at the storm in front of him, holding Hoffa's claws, as if only in this way could he gain a sense of security.

Hoffa's mood was no better than Miller's. The storm was much bigger than he had imagined. He had only reached the eye of the storm. If he wanted to fly out, he still had to travel half the distance.

In the face of such a giant creation with a diameter of nearly a thousand kilometers, he is not sure whether he can do it. However, the eye of the storm cannot be escaped, and the longer it drags on, the faster his magic level will drop.

He uttered a thunderous bird cry, retracted his paws, and hid Miller in the feathers. After that, he flew forward without looking back, and crashed into the pitch-black storm wall.

Thunderbird's flying speed is very fast, not inferior to Muggle planes at all, and it is not affected by the storm at all, and even flies faster in the storm. But Hoffa became more and more uneasy as he flew, and became more and more uneasy as he flew. Because his mental force field told him that he was still far away from the outer layer of the storm, far, far away.

The wind was not so strong when we just left the eye of the storm, and the wind became stronger as we flew closer to the edge. For ten minutes, Hoffa hadn't flown out of the storm, and for twenty minutes, Hoffa hadn't flown out of the storm, but at this time Hoffa's The magic power was running out, and after another ten minutes, Hoffa's magic power was completely exhausted. At this moment, they came to the very edge of the hurricane, where the wind was the strongest.

Hoffa could no longer maintain the Thunderbird form, he had to fall towards the sea, and with a bang, he fell into the sea with Miller and the wooden frame in his arms. The huge waves on the sea surface were monstrous, and the dark sea water of the Pacific Ocean was dancing wildly under the influence of the storm. The moment Hoffa fell, the huge waves directly gave him a Mawei! The nearly fifteen-meter-high waves slammed down mercilessly and slammed on Hoffa's head.

The wooden frame was directly erected, and Hoffa was photographed with stars in his eyes. This is not over. He was photographed vertically just now, and immediately a wave rushed over when he was horizontal. This wave came fast and hard. Actually threw Miller and Hoffa directly from the sea.

"Hoffa!!" Miller screamed, "Mine."

He didn't know what to say, but a mouthful of sea water poured into his mouth, sealing him from speaking.

Hoffa didn't have much strength at the moment, and his whole body was covered with water. When he slipped his hand, Miller, who was holding onto the palm of his hand, came out and was thrown into the sea water somewhere, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. without a trace.

Hoffa was shocked! Brain buzzing! My heart stopped beating!

He hadn't been this flustered for a long time, and the noise was the noise, but if something happened to Miller in front of him, he didn't know how to accept it.

"Miller!!" he yelled.

The sound is completely drowned out by the storm and waves.

Miller can't die! Hoffa thought in horror: Absolutely not to die! !

Don't do this, the things I think can't become true.

Hoffa cleared all distracting thoughts from his mind.

He took a deep breath, and plunged into the tumbling sea water. Close your eyes and focus all your energy on perception. Finally, he noticed someone rolling and falling in the dark and deep water not far away.

Hoffa kicked the water vigorously and rowed towards the figure.

In the turbulent sea, Hoffa swam extremely slowly. At this moment, he only hated his Animagus for not being a whale. The huge water pressure and the bottomless sea made his heart palpitate. He was terrified and terrified. After paddling for nearly ten minutes, he managed to get close to the figure.

At this moment, Miller was floating in the sea with a bubble covering his head, swinging his arms constantly. Seeing that Miller protected himself with the bubble head spell, Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. He swam up to Miller and stopped. Miller reached out to him, and Hoffa hugged Miller in the sea and kicked his legs to swim up again.

With the sound of splashing water, Hoffa and Miller raised their heads in the huge waves. The storm continued to roar. Miller touched Hoffa's face and cast a head-bubble spell on his head, making him No more choking sea water.

Hoffa didn't speak, just hugged Miller, looking at the wall of surging sea water around him, at this moment, they were so small. Miller hugged Hoffa's back tightly, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth.

The two embraced in the sea, trembling with the ups and downs of the huge waves.

I don't know how long it took for the storm to slowly leave this sea area and move on to other places.

Hoffa, who was exhausted after the fluctuation of the water surface stopped, pulled Miller and swam to the place where the wooden frame was floating. The wooden frame was washed far away, and when Hoffa just climbed onto the wooden frame, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

I don't know how long it has been.

Hoffa slowly woke up from extreme exhaustion.

Suddenly, he felt that someone was touching his face, and there was something soft under his head.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a gentle face, she had short hair, worried eyes, and a familiar expression.

"Hoffa," she called.

"Miranda"

Hoffa responded softly.

"I'm here, Hoffa, I'm here. Are you okay?"

The girl stroked her face and said softly.

"Well"

The dazed Hoffa turned his head, and he saw the sea water around him, the girl's knees and waist. Memories slowly came to mind. Airplanes, hurricanes, waves and, of course, Miller.

His vision gradually became clear, and Hoffa suddenly remembered his mission and mission. So he suddenly turned over and sat up on the shelf, but he felt dizzy as soon as he sat up, lying on the edge of the shelf, and opened his mouth to vomit a large stream of fishy and salty sea water.

Miller just wanted to scold Hoffa, but seeing him like this, he kept stroking his back.

After vomiting for a long time, until the contents of his stomach were emptied, Hoffa felt better.

Turning his head and looking again, the hazy Miranda had disappeared, replaced by Miller's sharp and dissatisfied expression.

Hoffa's face was pale, and he gasped and said, "How long have I been asleep?"

"One day."

Miller said.

One day. Hoffa was anxious.

I don't know how far the news in New York has spread.

I don't know if Sylby reacted.

Of course, Miller didn't care about these, he complained: "I told you not to worry, don't worry, you have to hurry to leave. Now it's all right, you just say what to do."

Hoffa looked at the endless sea water in all directions, and murmured palely: "Water, fresh water, we can't live for a few days without fresh water."

"You will die sooner or later without me." Miller said with disgust.

After speaking, he knelt on the deck and raised his palms, "Clear springs are like water."

The Clear Water Curse quickly gathered a ball of clear water in his palm, Hoffa couldn't wait to bury his head in Miller's palm, and drank it with a gurgle. After drinking more than a dozen sips in a row and filling himself with water, he wiped his mouth and let out a long breath.

Miller wiped his hands on Hoffa in disgust, and said, "With water and food, how many days can you live?"

"Ten days or so," Hoffa said.

"More than ten days, huh, you can't wait for two days, you have to wait for this time to start, now it's good! Both of you have become Robinson Crusoe!" Miller complained.

Hoffa looked at the small board under him and smiled wryly.

"You're still laughing, I really have you, and I don't know where it is now. It's full of water in all directions! Robinson still has an island and supplies. Let's just use a piece of wood, and you'll die!"

Miller scolded. After scolding, he crossed his arms and sulked aside.

"Then there's no other way," Hoffa looked at the position of the sun, roughly determined the direction, and said, "The only way is to turn into a Thunderbird and fly away."

"You are so powerful, you flew across the Pacific Ocean, and the Ministry of Magic will award you the Medal of Merlin. The first Animagus to cross the Pacific Ocean in history!" Miller sneered, crossing his arms.

"If you can't fly in one flight, let's take turns to fly. Isn't there a wooden board? When I fly, you take the wooden board with you. When I am tired from flying, I will rest on the wooden board." Hoffa said.

"You are really a birdman, and the wild geese have never seen a plank with their own."

Miller sarcastically.

"Okay, stop talking, let me rest first." Hoffa said.

He sat cross-legged on a wooden shelf and began to meditate to recover his magic power.