Chapter 63: Chapter 63, The Tower Struck by Lightning

a sword

Cut down heavily!

Cut through the darkness.

As the dawn comes, the dawn breaks.

Light shines all over the world!

His mental force field controls the entire Astronomy Tower.

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

Everything around was the same, only Miranda fell to the ground.

A streak of black air barely stood in front of her, and Miller and its mental force field were completely divided into two halves.

Under Hoffa's mental force field, it was almost unsteady.

"Then what kind of magic is that?" Miller roared in horror.

Hoffa tilted his head and said softly, "That's not magic."

After speaking, he raised his hand and clenched his fist.

boom!

The mental force field scattered Miller with one blow.

The black air dissipated.

On the observatory, I saw Miranda clutching her chest, fell to the ground, stumbled back, and stared at Hoffa.

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

Hoffa calmly looked at Miranda in front of him.

He put away his wand and strode towards him.

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

Hoffa walked up to her, got down on one knee, and looked at Miranda face to face. Then he lifted the other's face and looked directly into Miranda's brown eyes. Said softly: "I see, you should have told me earlier."

"What's the use of telling you, can you understand?" Miranda said sharply, "Life experience is different, you can't understand anything."

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

"You can't, Hoffa Bach!" Miranda shook her head vigorously and kicked her legs back, "You don't understand anything, you only have yourself in your heart."

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

"Not bad, but even so, I still have to say, I understand."

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

All this year, I have been living in the shadow of the war, living in fear and worry about the future. I am anxious, I am restless, I am anxious, I even get angry. "

"Shut up.!"

Miranda stopped moving, she growled.

Hoffa pursed his lips.

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

"Shut up! Please stop talking." Miranda's voice was already pleading.

Hoffa looked straight at Miranda: "People are animals that live in the present. We live in today. No matter how terrible the future is or how dark the past is, life is still life. Miranda, the past is not about giving up on yourself, giving up reason to live."

Miranda was speechless, her body was shaking constantly, but she still spoke through gritted teeth.

"None of your business"

"Then what if I say it's related?"

Miranda's chest rose and fell violently, staring at Hoffa. "You're right, I'm conservative, I'm really withdrawn, and I look at friends differently from you. But it doesn't mean I don't have feelings, and it doesn't mean I never treat you as a friend."

Hoffa smiled with reddened eyes, "Friends are like family members, and sometimes you have no choice. When you let me into the compartment on the train, we were already friends, weren't we?"

The two stared at each other.

The violent and murderous magical energy in the air gradually calmed down, and the flying dust settled.

Hoffa spread his hands and said sincerely, "I'm here now, isn't that enough?"

There was a moment of silence.

Miranda couldn't help it anymore, she bit her lip tightly, her expression out of control.

Finally, she covered her face and cried bitterly: "Hoffa, what should I do? What should I do!"

"It's okay, it's okay, tell me!" Hoffa pressed Miranda's face firmly.

"It's not your fault, tell me, where are those dark wizards, and what is Grindelwald's plan? I'll stop it now, before everything is too late!"

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

Miranda said, choked up, "I sent them to the Quidditch field and use the poison sac."

"Dumbledore! Will Dumbledore stop them?"

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

Hoffa's body was instantly cold. He stood up quickly and looked at the Quidditch field in the distance.

Sure enough, the thick gray fog had filled the air.

The Quidditch pitch is out of control.

what to do?

Is it too late!

No, there must be some way.

Hoffa turned his head, walked quickly to Miranda who was crying, and pulled her up.

"Can you still go?"

"Yes... yes!"

"Go." Hoffa said decisively, "Go to Slughorn's office, find the antidote, and then go to the Quidditch pitch. Wake up Dumbledore, and I will go to the Quidditch pitch and rescue those people. "

"What are you going to do?" Miranda stopped crying, her lips were pale.

"Leave me alone, do your own thing, hurry up!"

Hoffa pushed Miranda's shoulder, she stared blankly at Hoffa, finally, she nodded slightly, turned around, covered her mouth and ran away quickly.

Now.

Hoffa stood alone on the observatory.

He thought about countermeasures.

He had to do something, do something to change all that.

He looked at the Quidditch pitch in the distance, so many people, what should he do? Death is inevitable if countermeasures are not taken in time.

Think of what Indra once said to himself.

The weak point of Poison Sac's gas is water.

I need water.

Save them with water.

But how should I get there?

run over?

too slow.

Fly over there?

By the way, broomsticks!

I don't have a broomstick.

Flying Curse?

No, no.

Even if I could, I have no talent for flying!

Hoffa gritted his teeth. self-mumbling.

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

I have to fly, there must be some way!

There must be some way.

All kinds of past memories appeared in his mind.

All the knowledge he had learned this semester flashed through his mind.

A bold and crazy plan is born spontaneously!

fly!

Hoffa looked up at the sky, his lips pale.

I want to fly over there!

With a lifetime of thoughts, the mental force field suddenly changes!

In the sky, strands of clouds suddenly began to gather.

"I want to fly over!!"

Hoffa yelled.

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

That thing does not exist in the past, does not exist in the future.

Exist only in the present moment.

He thought of the words in Morgan's book——Through magic power, to shuttle back and forth between the subject and the object, the most difficult point is not to understand the target object, but to deeply understand oneself. Those who cannot deeply dissect themselves cannot become true masters of transformation.

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

He closed his eyes, completely immersed in his own body.

Hoffa said softly.

"I want to know myself."

In the sky, a large number of dark clouds began to gather. Thunder is heavy. The climate began to become extremely abnormal.

"I want to know myself!!"

Hoffa opened his eyes suddenly, raised his head and said loudly.

In the billowing dark clouds, a thick blue lightning struck heavily, as if responding to his determination.

magic! surging inside him. Instantly sucked dry.

Hoffa took out the magic power recovery potion without hesitation, and poured it down in one gulp.

The potion turned into magic power in his mouth, and before it could be absorbed, it was completely sucked out by the transfiguration technique.

One tube is not enough!

Hoffa opened another tube of potion and swallowed it up.

While he kept swallowing the medicine, surging magic power flowed crazily in his body.

Hoffa's body changed, and muscles began to swell under the operation of magic power.

Bones recombine and muscle fibers begin to lengthen. Golden lines grew wildly on his body, and finally gathered in his eyes.

He raised his head with an extremely ferocious expression, his thighs were bent, his tendons were elongated, and his fingers were hooked. A pale beak stretched from Hoffa's lips.

Click!

Click!

Another pair of bones emerged from Hoffa's back.

It stretched out from the shoulder blade like this, and it was several meters long. But that's not enough, it can't fly yet. Something is missing.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, Hoffa's spirit was magnified to the extreme, and boundless pain and boundless animal nature were boiling in his mind. He couldn't hold back at all.

He became a wrinkled monster, naked and without a feather.

What's missing!

He raised his head and hissed, "I'm familiar enough! Why?"

Suddenly, there was a light cry from a distance.

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

Anxious and excited in the voice!

It's Maya.

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

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

Thunder and lightning flashed in the dark sky, but in this incomparably huge thunder and lightning power, Hoffa felt a touch of closeness.

It came from Maya, on the shoulder, the same kind whispered to him with pure spirit: "Keep in mind your goal."

Target.

Finally, Hoffa thought of what Dumbledore said in the first Transfiguration class.

Take the inner goal as the beacon, and be guided by fraternity and tolerance. Only then can the self be maintained in the complex deformation process.

Hoffa woke up again, he no longer forcibly manipulated and changed, but let the magic work naturally. Guide the surrounding environment. The boiling magic power echoed the lightning in the sky. At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the thunder and lightning.

In the sky, the cloud is dense.

Hoffa's skull deformed in the lightning, his eyes turned into a sharp light yellow, countless tiny fluff covered his whole body, and huge and gorgeous feathers grew from every corner of his body.

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

The beak is huge and sharp, and the feathers shine blue.

Accompanied by Maya's melodious tweet.

On the high platform, Hoffa spread his wings. He transformed into a giant two-winged Thunderbird.

In the midst of his ecstatic neck neighing.

The rain poured down.