Chapter 65: Chapter 65, Irreversible Change

After rolling for dozens of meters, he barely stopped on the slippery hunting ground. He lay down on the meadow, letting the rain splash on his face, but he didn't feel unhappy at all.

Instead, he felt a sense of relief.

This feeling does not come from the environment, but from his heart. He has a sense of reality, he feels that he is truly alive now.

The dark clouds and heavy rain in the sky gradually calmed down after losing Hoffa's mental force field.

In the distance, a big bird hovered and landed. She stood beside Hoffa, rubbing her head affectionately on Hoffa's neck.

It's Maya.

Hoffa lay on the grass, patted her head sideways, and said softly: "Thank you, without you, I really don't know what I would do."

Maya groaned.

At this time, from a high place, a figure stumbled up.

"Hello, Hoffa? Where are you?"

Maya raised her head and neighed.

Aglaya finally saw him, and she rushed forward too.

It may be that the heavy rain made the grass too slippery, or it may be that the ups and downs she had just experienced made her stand unsteadily. She fell to the ground halfway while running, and rolled down, and finally rubbed past Hoffa with her face against the turf. His face was muddy and he was in a mess.

Although Hoffa's head hurt, he couldn't help grinning. The smile strained the muscles, and the ribs hurt uncomfortably.

It's so real.

Aglaia wiped his face after getting up, slapped Hoffa angrily, and then couldn't help laughing.

Finally, she knelt down on the ground: "Hey, what's going on!?"

Hoffa was lying on the lawn, holding Maya's head, turning her head with a smile.

"It's nothing, it's just a little bit of experience in Transfiguration."

"A little insight!" Aglaia crossed her arms angrily and pouted. Obviously very unhappy.

Hoffa propped himself up on his elbows and said, "Quick, help me to see Miranda and Dumbledore."

Seeing that Hoffa was fine, Aglaia got up and just wanted to go back to the court.

Miranda helped Dumbledore emerge from a height.

Maya whispered in Hoffa's ear, flapped her wings and left the hunting ground.

Seeing Hoffa lying on the grass and a group of magical creatures stunned by electric shock in the distance, Dumbledore showed a look of surprise. After a few seconds, he nodded to Hoffa.

Then he pushed Miranda in Hoffa's direction, signaling that he didn't need support.

Dumbledore walked alone to the place where the dark wizard and the magical creatures fell to the ground, and waved his wand. The ground of the hunting ground swelled, and one stone man after another emerged, and they bound Schmidt and his pets.

Afterwards, Dumbledore slowly left the hunting ground with the group of stone men.

Miranda looked very hesitant. She stood where she was, with her head down, not daring to look at Hoffa.

Already Aglaia had bounded across in a huff, staggering at first, then striding ever larger, until at last she threw herself upon Miranda, strangled her neck, rocked back and forth, and she Full of unwillingness, he roared:

"My Quidditch! My game! Why do you have to pick today to make trouble, can't it be a day later!?"

Miranda whispered, "I'm sorry."

Aglaia: "I am in the first grade, do you know what it means to win the Quidditch championship in the first grade!?"

Miranda was shaken so that her glasses fell to the ground. She defended in a low voice: "I'm sorry, you can work harder next year."

"Next year!! Second grade?"

Aglaia jumped in anger, limping and chasing Miranda on the grass.

"There are a lot of second-year seekers, but there is only one first-year seeker in hundreds of years, and no first-year seeker has ever won the Quidditch Cup in history. This store is gone, and I won the trophy in the second grade, so what's so special about it?"

Hoffa looked at the two girls in the distance, he didn't support himself anymore, and lay down on the lawn again.

The dark clouds were dispersed by the sun, and a ray of light fell on his face.

Before he could relax for too long, Aglaia aggressively dragged Miranda to Hoffa's side.

"Talk to him yourself."

After speaking, Aglaia stood on Hoffa's right with her arms folded.

Miranda walked over with her head bowed, helped Hoffa silently, and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry."

Hoffa gave her a surprised look, but said nothing.

As the rain cleared, Miranda didn't care about the stagnant water on the ground and sat down on Hoffa's left.

The three sat together in the ancient Hogwarts hunting ground, looking at the green mountains of Scotland in the distance.

This time, they had the first normal communication between friends.

Aglaia: "What's going on with your family, you and your grandpa haven't been right since the first day of school."

Hoffa sighed, "A problem left over from history."

Miranda said slowly: "Our family is an immigrant family who came to England during the Franco-Prussian War in 1870. For the German wizarding world, we are traitors, escapers, and cowards. But for British wizards, we are It's the outsider, the secret-stealer."

She said in a calm voice: "My father has always had the idea of ​​returning to his homeland, and after meeting Grindelwald, he was even more impressed by his charisma and became his dead soldier.

But my grandpa didn’t think so, he had experienced many wars and believed that order was above all else, so later.”

Hoffa patted the back of her hand, shook his head, and motioned her not to continue this topic.

Miranda smiled and said after a moment of silence: "Actually, Adebe was very kind to me. After my parents passed away, he took me to visit many countries and tried to find me new friends."

Miranda hugged her knees and stared straight ahead, but Hoffa knew she was talking to him.

Miranda said softly, "I can understand his pain and his pursuit, but after Grindelwald told me the truth, he cast an oblivion spell on me. He doesn't trust me. I really can't forgive him."

Aglaia gasped.

"Forgetting Curse?"

Miranda: "Yeah."

Hoffa listened silently, making no further comments.

He just asked, "Where's Miller?"

"I know that Miller exists, in fact, his birth is my expectation, I have hoped that one day, I can transfer my life to him, and then be free from the past that I hate."

She said it quietly, and Aglaia's eyes widened.

"A lot of times, I will give him the things I don't want to face. He is like my younger brother. He will help me do many things that I don't want to do, and things that I can't do."

"Like abuse me?" Hoffa grinned.

"Well," Miranda didn't deny it.

"And dodo killing, snitching. Etc. Etc. I am not shirking responsibility, what he did is no different from what I did. If the trial comes, I will bear it with him."

"Can you control him?" Hoffa said.

"I haven't communicated with it before, maybe I have given up, but after today, I will try to communicate with it, just like you said to me."

She confessed everything so frankly.

Hoffa thought she was scary, but somehow new.

However, the future is long, and if he can beat Miller once, he will definitely be able to beat him several times. Now he is not afraid of challenges.

With a slight movement, Hoffa felt that every bone in his body was not sore. He sighed.

"Excuse me, can you take me back to school? I think I should go to the school doctor and lie down for two days."

Each of them took Hoffa by the arm and lifted him up.

Suddenly, Aglea exclaimed.

"Hoffa, what happened to your eyes?"

"Eyes, what eyes?"

Miranda waved her wand, conjured a small prism with water droplets, and handed it to Hoffa.

Hoffa looked down, only to find that his pupils had changed from dark brown to pale gold, exactly the same as Thunderbird.

this.! ?

Hoffa didn't care about the presence of the two girls, or the pain in his body. He quickly broke free and touched all over his body.

Thankfully, nothing seems to have changed elsewhere.

Do you know what's going on?

He asked two friends, hoping to get some answers.

Aglaia sighed: "I don't know, this kind of situation is almost unheard of. However, you are really very bold. Few wizards dare to try to transform into a magical creature.

Only the eyes have undergone irreversible changes, which is already a very slight sequelae. Speaking of which, you should really thank your Thunderbird friend. "

"How to say?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Generally speaking, the transformation of Animagus is only limited to non-magical creatures, and the transformation of magical creatures will bring many unpredictable consequences. Because the magic operation of wizard magic and magical creatures is fundamentally different.

Even turning into an ordinary Animagus is already very difficult, let alone turning into a creature like the Thunderbird.

But when you transformed, your friend responded to your spirit, came to your side, and transferred part of his abilities and magic into your body, which helped you complete the transformation process. If not, what exactly will it look like. It's completely unknown.

After all, you are the first being ever transformed into a magical creature. "

Hoffa returned to school with the support of two friends, and the first thing he went to was the school hospital.

At this moment, the school hospital is overcrowded. Many students who inhaled the poisonous gas were being treated by the school doctor Lehner.

In the disinfection room of the hospital, Hoffa specially checked his whole body (especially the contraindicated areas) while taking a bath, but did not find any other changes in his body, except for the color of his eyes. (It may also be his illusion, he feels that the nails have become a little bit sharper)

Because there was no serious injury on his body, Hoffa, who only had discolored eyes, was thrown aside by the school doctor. After he was given a hospital bed, he didn't care about it.

There were many injuries around, but because the rainstorm came very timely, no one suffered too fatal injuries.

It's just that many people are blue and purple, vomiting again and again.

And those students who sat in a relatively high position and were not injured were talking about it. Everyone said that they saw a magical big bird flying over in the sky.

Some say it's an eagle, some say it's a magical and unknown spell, and some even say it's someone's patron saint.

In short, there are different opinions, but no one is sure what it is. This kind of scene is like a group of Muggles getting together to discuss ufos.

However, the guy who really called the rainstorm was sitting motionless in the corner at the moment, listening to their respective talks.

At first, Hoffa was still a little dark. But after a long time, he got used to it.

Speaking of which, he didn't want others to know that he was an Animagus. After all, to let others know, he still has to register with the Ministry of Magic, which is bound to be another troublesome matter.

Hoffa told no one but two friends.

However, speaking of it, although he could already transform into a Thunderbird, it was only possible with the support of a huge amount of mana recovery potion.

Hoffa instinctively felt that other Animagus must not be like this, because they all just turned into ordinary animals, and he needed to spend a lot of magic power and energy to change the nature of his magic power and become a magic creature.

If St. Mungo's Hospital quoted 20 galleons for a tube of secondary mana recovery potion, then it would cost 100 gold galleons to transform once.

It's a terrible waste of money.

Although with a potion genius like Aglaia as his companion, Hoffa may not need to worry too much about potions for a period of time in the future, but Hoffa feels that he is fine and should not transform.

On the one hand, no one's money comes from strong winds, and on the other hand, he has the feeling that if he transforms too many times, he will really irreversibly become a birdman.

That would be horrible.