Chapter 59: Chapter 59

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

Some little wizards often run all over the mountains and fields, flying magic kites that don't need strings into the sky. Or catch a frisbee on the grass.

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

He has no way to overcome Grindelwald's transformation spell.

There is absolutely no way.

He was originally very good at transfiguration, and he could even change his wand into various fantasy forms at will.

But he didn't know how to deal with this deformation technique at all.

He practiced hard, almost day and night.

Practice while eating, practice before going to bed, practice during class, and even practice while going to the bathroom.

He figured out Grindelwald's spellcasting movements, his mental flow. All kinds of details.

But no matter how he tried, the transformation spell was the same as being locked.

After a long period of painful practice, he can indeed make a little change, but that kind of change is futile and forced.

Grindelwald shattered the island, and Hoffa, he could only make a small crack in the ground, or make a small stone hand the size of a mushroom grow on the surface.

Of course, Hoffa also knows the magic of deformation understanding, and he tries hard to understand the soil and the earth with his spirit. However, no matter how he understands it, the changes that can be triggered are limited.

He encountered a big bottleneck.

Bottleneck of Transfiguration.

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

Time passed day by day, and the bright spring began to wrap the whole school. The grass outside the window is covered with heather.

And Hoffa's condition began to get worse and worse.

All kinds of heavy homework, the imminent threat of a world war, and the hidden dangers from Miranda's dark personality.

All kinds of pressure add up, which is something that Hoffa has never encountered before.

He developed anxiety, insomnia, nightmares, and even nausea. Even the delicious food that the school has always attracted him began to be unintentional.

There were blisters at the corners of his mouth due to the fire, and he had to go to Dr. Reiner every day for some medicine.

Joining him in the treatment were some graduating Hogwarts seniors. Each of them was shocked to see Hoffa, completely at a loss as to why an 11-year-old first grader had symptoms similar to theirs.

He spends every day in the library.

But it didn't make much sense. The knowledge in his mind accumulated more and more, but the real solution still didn't appear.

Hoffa thought about giving up, but thinking of what Miller said to himself that night, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​giving up. This is a battle of his own beliefs, and he doesn't want to back down in the slightest.

March is over and April is approaching.

At dinner time that day, Hoffa was in a terrible state.

Because a month has passed, he still hasn't broken Grindelwald's spell.

At noon on April Fool's Day, he sat sickly at the dining table, eating mashed potatoes numbly. Doubting whether he really has the talent of a wizard.

Is Grindelwald that genius?

But at this time, Miranda began to become suspicious of Hoffa's erratic whereabouts.

In the month since Hoffa started learning the Broken Grip, he had hardly been alone with Miranda. At the Ravenclaw table at night, she looked at Hoffa with dark circles under her eyes and said, "Hoffa, it's harder to see you than the Minister of Magic."

She was joking, but Hoffa gave Miranda a blank look, his eyes slowly returning to focus.

Is this guy mocking himself?

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

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

Miranda lowered her head and smiled, "Did you encounter any difficulties, do you need my help?"

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. He seemed to see that night again, the giant shark opened its bloody mouth to him. The anxiety of so many days seems to have found an outlet.

Hoffa raised his head indifferently and said dryly: "I don't need help from a lunatic."

Miranda opened her mouth wide and stared at Hoffa incredulously, as if she knew him for the first time.

The expression was that of a faded china doll. Suddenly, it lost all its brilliance and became a little hideous.

In the restaurant, inexplicable fluctuations of magic power spread like ripples. The weather on the ceiling of the auditorium suddenly changed. All the students raised their heads with an exclamation.

The fork in Hoffa's fingers suddenly deformed and bent, as if the fork was made of wax.

Aglaia, who was vigilant at the side, suddenly felt something was wrong, and Miranda stood up slowly. She jumped up and put her arms around Miranda's neck.

He smiled and said, "Miranda! I have good news, do you want to hear it~"

Miranda was still staring at Hoffa, but after being hugged by Aglaia, the blood color returned to her face like an old porcelain doll. Slowly becoming normal, she stared numbly and said, "What good news?"

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

Miranda: "Really? What day."

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

(She wraps her arms around Miranda's neck tightly, her arms trembling slightly)

Miranda: "Have you started training so early?"

"Yeah." Aglaia winked at Hoffa, signaling him to leave quickly.

Aglea: "There are still a few friendly matches and the like, but that doesn't matter, you will all watch the final."

Hoffa silently put down the deformed fork, knowing that Aglaia was helping him out. Things got a little out of hand, it wasn't my normal state at all.

He took a few deep breaths.

"I go."

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

The pace became faster and faster, from a trot all the way, and finally turned into a big stride.

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

After so many days, his anxiety level had reached its peak. When Miranda showed off his magical power just now, he almost lost his calm and restraint.

Cross-legged on the ground.

Hoffa kept running the meditation idea, kept running.

Finally, he barely stabilized his state.

He encountered a bottleneck in his life.

How to break through the bottleneck of self.

How to improve his transfiguration, Hoffa didn't know.

Giving up was not advisable, Hoffa straightened up. But just when he was about to go back and continue to seek the way to crack it, there was a popping sound from the green hunting ground in the Forbidden Forest.

Hoffa looked up and saw a small pink chocobo approaching from a distance. It has a big beak and green wings. Looks very cute.

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

The sound similar to the bursting of bubbles just now was left by the bird when it teleported.

This is a dodo, a bird that cannot fly but can teleport.

Hoffa was stunned. It was the young dodo he and Joey rescued 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 on Hoffa in the corner.

It jumped happily twice, and flashed to Hoffa's side with two pops.

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

It turned out to be a messenger.

Hoffa touched the bird's head with a pale face, and muttered, "Are you kidding me too?"

The dodo didn't speak, but flashed to Hoffa's head with a bang, pecking at his hair.

Hoffa was helpless, he picked up the letter on the ground and took a look.

There are only a few lines of words in it.

"Thank you so much for the weather blanket, Hoffa. Maya is about to be born and she wouldn't be in such good health without your help. I don't want you to miss her nirvana, come to the tree house if you can - Joey."

Maya Joy's Thunderbird is about to be born!

Hoffa looked up slowly.

These days I am busy learning transfiguration, and I am anxious. He even forgot the weather blanket he gave Joey for Christmas.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally, he decided to take a look.

Thunderbird, that is a rarer creature than fire dragon. No matter how busy he is, he doesn't want to miss this scene.

He hurried to the Forbidden Forest. The dodo flickered from Hoffa's head and led the way. It was very fast and would stop and wait for Hoffa from time to time.

Across the spring meadow, Hoffa came to Joey's tree house, which he found piled high with severed oak stumps.

These tree stumps were split one by one and piled up on the ground in a mess.

Joey was packing a tin bucket on the tree house at the moment, and saw Hoffa coming. He immediately threw Hoffa a ladder over the treehouse.

"Come up quickly."

He is beaming today, with a flushed face.

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

At this moment, there is a strange voltage floating in the entire room.

Hoffa could see the thick, dark clouds on the weather blanket he had bought. Thunder and lightning.

The eggshells rattled, and without Hoffado's warning, Joey handed him the glasses.

Hoffa puts on his glasses.

Inside the eggshell, the inexplicable blue substance is very full and flowing continuously, echoing the thunder and lightning on the weather blanket.

The embryo soaked in the blue substance twisted around inside the eggshell, trying to find a comfortable position, but failed to find it after searching for a long time. It decided not to stay in the eggshell.

So it jerked its head up and pecked.

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

Hoffa hurriedly moved the chair away, the ionized air in the weather blanket made Hoffa's hair stand on end.

Click!

A small nail stepped on the eggshell.

boom.

Inside the weather blanket, a miniature lightning struck the eggshell.

The creature within the eggshell squeaked in delight.

Then, it pushed open the eggshell and jumped out.

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

As soon as it was born, it immediately called a few times to the nearest Hoffa.

Gray's mouth opened wide.

The weak electric current crackled and exploded on Hoffa's face, his scalp was numb from the electricity, and he shrank back subconsciously.

Joey stuffed a square box into Hoffa's arms.

"Quick, feed it."

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

It turned out that old Joey cut down those trees to get the worms in them.

"Squeak!"

After smelling the smell, Maya barked more happily, she was hungry.

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

Slap. The gray beak goes up and down.

The oakworm disappeared without even a struggle.

"Squeak."

Maya ate one and screamed even more hungry.

Hoffa quickly caught another worm.

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

It always opened its mouth as soon as it finished one.

Another one and open your mouth again.

It's like never being full.

"How much will it eat?" Hoffa was startled.

He had just fed 10 worms, and the pile of ten worms was bigger than the size of two young birds.

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

"It's a thunderbird, it eats a lot, feed it, I'll get new food."

After finishing speaking, he climbed downstairs. 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.

Startled, Hoffa threw the worms into the Thunderbird's mouth one by one, faster and faster.

That little guy never refused to come.

Finally, Hoffa tipped the box over and dumped the worms in its mouth like straight out of the trash.

While its throat was shaking up and down, all the bugs disappeared, as if its stomach sac had been cast with a traceless stretching spell.

Surprised, Hoffa grabbed the red glasses on the side and carefully observed its body, wondering where the creature ate its food.

After X-ray, he discovered that this little guy actually has three hearts, and they beat each other regularly, like an extremely precise machine.

The blood in its whole body rushes like an electric current, and during the flow, the food is quickly digested.

Just as he was amazed, Old Joe put the bucket of scorpions on the table in a gruff voice, and said:

"Don't watch it, there will be opportunities to watch it later, Thunderbird is the most vulnerable when it is born, it needs a lot of food."

Hoffa looked at the black scorpion crawling around in the tin bucket, and said with lingering fear: "It can really eat this thing?"

Joey threw a dragonhide glove to Hoffa:

"What is a scorpion? When it grows up, it will be the top predator of the American continent. It can eat anything. Please help feed it. This is the best time to be its friend. When it grows up, please it It's not that easy anymore."

Sure enough, Hoffa pulled out a fat black scorpion.

The same strips are placed near the mouthparts of the young birds.

The scorpion struggled frantically.

The tail is messed up.

But the young bird's seemingly soft skin is actually as tough as leather, and there is still electricity flowing inside.

Maya bit the scorpion tail, crunched it like eating a biscuit and swallowed it.

That appearance made Hoffa hungry.

The two worked from day to night. The newborn bird ate all of Joey's food.

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

Hoffa tried to touch the chubby little bald bird. It didn't resist much, but just barked at Hoffa with some displeasure. As if to say, hate, don't touch me!

So proud, who fed you for so long just now?

Hoffa poked Maya's belly with his fingers dissatisfied, a faint electric current crackled and flashed, and Hoffa twitched.

Just at this time, Joey, who was cleaning up the garbage, came back. He also wanted to tease Taras, but he just put his hand on Taras' forehead.

The dark cloud in the sky of the weather blanket released a thick lightning bolt, which landed on Joey's hand. This blow was much more vicious than that of Dian Hoffa.

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

Seeing him so happy, Hoffa couldn't help saying, "Do you still miss Taras?"

Joey shook his head with a smile: "I've figured it out, Taras told me to let go of my obsession and enjoy the present, which I should do."

Hoffa stared at the young Thunderbird bouncing back and forth on the blanket, and was stunned for a moment.

For some reason, he saw a ray of dawn similar to dawn from the other party, although this ray of dawn was very weak.