Chapter 60: Chapter 60

The birth of the Thunderbird temporarily dilutes Hoffa's persistence in breaking through the bottleneck of Transfiguration. He has to spare time every day to help Joey feed Maya. For some reason, he felt very cordial to the newborn life, and when he looked at her, it felt like he was looking at his own child.

This bird is completely different from the ordinary magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

In just one week, she has grown to the size of an owl after eating like crazy.

Only she was much slimmer than an owl, with long tail feathers, silver-gray wings, pale yellow eyes, and a brown beak.

There is no doubt that this is a beautiful and elegant creature.

She can already fly, but she doesn't have three pairs of wings like Taras, it only has two wings. Like a long-tailed hawk.

On this point, Joy explained: "Thunderbirds live a long time, and they will have more wings as they grow older, which is a sign of their maturity and development."

Every day, Hoffa watched Maya as she ate, stroked her smooth feathers, and pinched her slender bones.

Hoffa was able to do that at first when she was younger.

But another week later, when she was the size of an Australian golden eagle, Hoffa couldn't do it.

She no longer stays under Hoffa's palm begging for food, but stands high on the top of the tree house. Hoffa can only deliver the food to her mouth by raising his hand. She is very proud. And smart, she seldom tweets, but can clearly distinguish her name and Hoffa's intentions.

It stands to reason that the bigger the bird, the more it must eat. But Joey reduced the feeding of Maya after the Thunderbird's feathers gradually plumped up.

At the end of April, when Hoffa came to the tree house in the forest, he found that Joey did not prepare any food, but stood at the door fully armed. Maya stood on his shoulders.

"Aren't you going to feed today?" Hoffa asked.

Joey shook his head: "When Thunderbird grows up, it doesn't need the care of ordinary humans. On the contrary, it will favor ordinary humans. It can feel the needs of human beings, and it can also feel the pain of human beings.

In ancient America, when people there encountered drought, they would look for ptarmigan and kneel down to pray for it.

If Thunderbird is in a good mood, it will spread its wings and soar into the sky, and wherever it goes, there will be heavy rain. Long, long ago, a tribe had to be attached to it in order to survive. "

"But this is Europe," Hoffa said to Joey.

"There is no shortage of rain in Europe, why did you bring it here?"

"Its previous three generations of owners are dead, and the tribes it took care of were slaughtered by the American colonists. If possible, I hope to find a relatively peaceful environment for it."

Then you've come to the wrong place, Hoffa thought, this is about to become one of the most chaotic areas in the world.

"Let's go, today is her first time hunting alone, you should come and take a look." Joy said enthusiastically.

The two walked around the black lake one after the other, and after a short walk, Hoffa saw a ferocious wild boar locked in a wooden cage and howling.

Hoffa looked at Joey speechlessly. What about the good hunting? Didn't you just replace the dead things you were feeding with living things?

Joey shook his shoulders, and the Thunderbird flew out quickly. At this moment, its wingspan was close to two meters, which was already very large for ordinary birds. But to the former Taras, she was still a little girl.

Joey took out his wand and waved, and the wooden cage where the wild boar was held was opened with a bang.

Maya flew forward, flapping her wings, stretching out her claws, aggressively trying to hunt her down.

But that wild boar was also quite strong and fierce. It roared sideways, and its sharp teeth hit Maya's lower abdomen immediately, and then it ran furiously against the Thunderbird.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the leaves rustled straight down.

The wild boar slammed her against a tree.

Seeing Maya suffer, Hoffa couldn't help but want to step forward to help it.

Unexpectedly, Joey grabbed Hoffa.

"Don't worry about it, it's its business."

Hoffa looked at Thunderbird, "Is it okay?"

Joey folded his arms and said calmly: "Thunderbird does not need sympathy or comfort from others. In fact, human comfort and sympathy will only make it weak. What it needs is fighting and the laws of nature."

Sure enough, after being bumped against the tree, she let out a sharp cry and flapped her wings violently.

The sky suddenly darkened, and just above Hoffa's head, a small, small dark cloud suddenly appeared. The dark cloud gathered together, and then there was a loud crackling sound.

The arm-thin lightning almost blinded Hoffa's eyes.

The wild boar convulsed from the electric shock, Maya flew forward, screamed and scratched the opponent's throat with one claw.

The strong wild boar did not suffer too much pain, and died on the spot after kicking its four legs a few times.

After successfully hunting for the first time, Maya flew into the air screaming and screaming excitedly. She flew up to a height of about 20 meters, circling in the air continuously. Lightning flashed one after another, and those dark clouds were like her friends, constantly rolling and deforming around her, turning into various shapes.

Hoffa looked at Thunderbird from a distance, watching her play with the dark clouds casually, he suddenly had a glimmer of understanding, and the faint dawn light in his heart became brighter.

The scene where the Thunderbird changes the shape of the dark clouds is so similar to the scene where Grindelwald changes the terrain!

Hoffa turned to look at Joey and asked, "Joy, Thunderbird? Can you transform?"

Joey was taken aback with a smile, then turned his head.

"Transfiguration? What are you talking about, Thunderbird is just a magical animal. Maya can't manipulate Transfiguration. The dark cloud was attracted by her, that's all."

attract?

Hoffa opened his mouth wide: "Attracted, what do you mean?"

"Those dark clouds were not changed by manipulation, they changed automatically. Maya just attracted them to her side and played with them. Generally speaking, magical creatures are born with such a mental force field."

Mental force field? change automatically?

Seeing the Thunderbird happily rolling around in the dark clouds, playing with the thunder and lightning recklessly, that hint of enlightenment gradually grew bigger and bigger in Hoffa's heart.

He began to develop a deeper understanding of the nature of metamorphosis.

In this way, Thunderbird did not forcefully change external objects, but changed its own mental force field to attract dark clouds.

He thought of Morgan's words again.

[Trying to use magic power to change external objects is low-level, boring, stupid, and meaningless. A true transformation master should try to change himself, once he changes himself, everything will change accordingly]

change yourself.

Change yourself! !

Hoffa raised his head suddenly, and the dawn was bright.

A flash of lightning passed through his brain, and the window paper that had puzzled him for a long time was suddenly pierced.

Hoffa got it!

He finally understood!

He closed his eyes, and the spirit poured into the ground with magic. At this moment, he no longer forcibly controls the transformation, but truly feels the breath of the land, truly feels the demands of all things, and changes his spiritual force field.

At this moment, Milarepa's meditation method finally came in handy, and his keen spirit was enlarged.

He heard the whispers of the elements, he saw the great power of the world, and he tried to change himself and integrate with them.

At this moment, Hoffa seemed to be on a huge piece of plasticine, and the soil slowly surrounded him, hovering under his feet to form a giant hand like a throne, holding him up high.

Joey's eyes widened and he couldn't stop screaming.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

The ground began to tremble slightly, and the leaves in the Forbidden Forest rustled and fell.

Hoffa rose higher and higher. He opened his arms and stood in the forbidden forest, laughing loudly.

As he laughed, the ground trembled even more.

"I get it! I get it!"

Old Joey cursed: "Boy, stop!"

boom!

It was a thick arm that answered him.

The arm made of mud rose from the ground, firmly grasped Joey, and lifted him into the air.

This is not over yet. Countless dirt forms various shapes under Hoffa's feet. They kneel down like creatures one by one, as if they are witnessing the birth of a different legend.

Joey said angrily: "What kind of magic is this, let me go!"

"I see!"

Hoffa laughed happily, waved his wand, and said nothing.

Joey fell back to the ground.

At this moment, the bottleneck was broken.

Hoffa's Transfiguration took him to a whole new level. He no longer needs to forcibly control magic power and control deformation. He entered a realm where the spiritual force field attracted the opponent to change.

After breaking through the bottleneck, Hoffa felt that the [Broken Grip] that had embarrassed him for two months was nothing more than that.

He didn't need to chant any spells at all, nor did he need any pompous gestures. He just needs to change himself and accept the environment.

Although not as exaggerated as Grindelwald, it split an entire island. But essentially they're pretty close.

Hoffa walked down the giant hand step by step, and the soil automatically formed a ladder under his feet. Maya flew around his head and stood on his shoulder.

The huge weight made Hoffa tilt his body, but he still stroked its smooth tail feathers very happily.

Softly: "Thank you, Maya."

Thunderbird let out a happy cry and flapped its wings, as if to say, you're welcome.