Soon, the chick recovered under the care of Hoffa and Joey.
The dodo was an animal that lived in the present. In just one night, it had forgotten the horror of its clan being exterminated. It ate and slept as it pleased.
However, Hoffa could not be like it.
His quality of life was deteriorating day by day.
It wasn't easy to turn back into a student that no one paid attention to and erase his bad record.
Every day, in addition to his normal homework, Hoffa had to wander in the forest and collect herbs. Most of the time, he had to patrol the edge of the Forbidden Forest and check on the living conditions of the various magical animals in the Forbidden Forest.
This was a tiring job because there were too many magical animals in the Forbidden Forest.
There was a mouse-like Morat Rat that lived by the lake. It loved to eat crustaceans and had a sea anemone-like tumor on its back. Hoffa needed to collect these tumors for the school hospital.
There were foxes that always appeared in groups. They were small humanoid creatures that looked like fairies, but they had more hands and legs, black fur all over their bodies, and wings as thick as beetles.
Hoffa wanted to collect their nails as medicinal materials for his potions class.
(These were the creatures that Hoffa hated the most. They did not cause much harm, but they always flew around above your head, buzzing like mosquitoes from the side of summer grass.
Once, Hoffa even saw two foxes deliberately mating above his head. He was so angry that he directly tore the two pairs apart and hung them on branches.)
Although the foxes were annoying, they were not dangerous.
The Abominable Granny Bird was different. This bird had a beautiful appearance, and its feathers were very beautiful. They were orange, lime green, and yellow. However, its cry could drive people crazy.
And Hoffa wanted to collect their feathers because their feathers were the materials for the school teacher's quill pens.
During the collection process, Hoffa almost went berserk a few times because of the annoying song. He shot his magic wand randomly. Fortunately, Joey blocked his ears in time.
The only creature that Hoffa didn't dislike was the Moon Addict.
They had big eyes, round bodies, and big feet. They were shy by nature and liked remote places. They would only come out of their caves on the night of the full moon to bathe in the moonlight and dance on their hind legs, leaving complicated patterns on the ground. These patterns would mislead future generations of Muggles, making them think that UFOs were creating crop circles.
Of course, these cute creatures didn't cure Hoffa's bad mood because the reason Hoffa came into contact with them was to collect their feces, which was good fertilizer. It can be collected and sprinkled on magic plants, which will make the plants grow fast and strong.
This job wasn't very enjoyable. Every time he collected these things, he became more and more dissatisfied with Indor.
After tricking him, this fellow left without saying a word, leaving him to do manual labor in the Hogwarts. How nice.
In addition to his work life, Hoffa also paid close attention to the outside world.
Every time Miranda's prophecy came, he would go over to take a look.
He hoped to see the news of the three Dark Wizards being captured.
Unfortunately, the Hogsmeade incident continued to fester, but no one found any trace of Schmidt Rutterov.
It was as if he had disappeared from the world.
This made Hoffa's heart uneasy, because Schmidt's magic wand was still locked in the wardrobe next to his bed.
…
October gradually passed. The humid cold air spread around the Forbidden Forest, and the weather began to turn cold. Hoffa's time in the Forbidden Forest was also coming to an end.
On the 30th of October, outside the Forbidden Forest, two black horses, one big and one small, slowly walked along the frosted stream.
It was Hoffa and Joey.
Hoffa rode on the back of the horse, while Joey led his own horse, dragging a large bag. Occasionally, he would pick some herbs and throw them into the bag.
Because the work in the Forbidden Forest included patrolling, and the patrolling area was very large, Hoffa learned how to ride a horse in the past month. It could be considered as a free lesson from Joey.
Patrolling on a horse was not a pleasant job. After the initial novelty wore off, Hoffa's butt often hurt from the jolting, and the skin on his crotch was also scraped. He couldn't even keep his legs together while walking.
Fortunately, today was his last day of work in the Forbidden Forest. After today, he could return to a more relaxed normal school life.
Of course, the premise was that Joey could give Hoffa a good grade or above on his evaluation list.
Hoffa didn't doubt this point. After all, they had been together for a month. The relationship between the two was quite good.
But today, on the last day of patrolling together, Joey's condition was very bad.
He walked in front of the horse with lifeless eyes. From time to time, he would mechanically bend down to grab some herbs and throw them into the bag. He was numb like a marionette.
Hoffa didn't know what happened to the old man, so he asked half-jokingly.
"Hey, Joey, did you sign my list?"
"Uh … Yeah."
Joey answered absent-mindedly. He casually picked up a few weeds and threw them into the bag.
Hoffa, who was riding on the horse, frowned slightly.
"Then … Did you give it an excellent grade?"
"Uh … Yeah."
Joey was still listless and gave a perfunctory answer.
Hoffa stopped probing and rode his horse to stop Joey.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Joey hesitated for a moment before slowly asking: "Talas is dying. Are you willing to send it off with me?"
"What?"
Suddenly hearing this news, Hoffa's expression changed.
Talas, that old Thunderbird is dying? He still remembered that night a month ago, that Thunderbird helped him block an arrow from a centaur and saved him.
During this month's work, Joey would take Hoffa to the Forbidden Forest to look after Thunderbird every few days. After the first surprise, he gradually got used to this big guy.
It had a good temper, but it basically didn't move, eat or drink. It was too old and too weak.
Hoffa knew that this big bird wouldn't last long, but he didn't expect it to last less than a month.
Joey: "The cold weather in England made it very painful. It decided to end its life prematurely."
"Of course, I'll go." Hoffa said.
"Not only that, I also need you to do me a favor."
Joey suddenly made up his mind and said while gritting his teeth.
"What favor?"
"Thunderbird and Phoenix are very similar. Every time they die, it's actually the beginning of a new life. But the only difference is that before they die, they will erase their memories and soul, giving birth to a descendant that has nothing to do with them. "
Saying this, Joey's eyes became firm.
"I can't communicate with it directly, but you can. Your mental strength is higher than normal people. No one can last that long in a centaur's magic illusion. I hope you can help me communicate with Talas once, so that it doesn't erase its soul. At least, leave some memories. "
Hoffa was stunned, he didn't expect this request.
"You want … me to talk to Talas?"
Joey: "That's right, I don't want it to forget me. For more than thirty years, I've been through countless adventures with it. If possible, I don't want it to do this."
"It doesn't understand your intentions?" Hoffa asked.
"It understands, but it rejected my request. If possible, I want you to try one last time." Joey said.
Hoffa nodded. It was just a small matter to talk to the bird.
But Hoffa didn't know how to talk to birds, so he didn't know what method Joey would use.
The two of them rode their horses and followed the path to a clearing in the woods, one in front of the other.
The last time they were here was at night, so they couldn't see clearly. This time, it was daytime. Hoffa could see clearly, but he felt even more desolate.
The Thunderbird that saved him once was no longer able to hold on. Its condition was worse than the last time, it was basically bulging. Its skin was grayish white, and it was extremely thin. Its thick and complex skeleton protruded high. Like a fossil with skin, the ground was covered with bird feathers.
As the cold wind blew, its abdomen rose and fell slightly.
Hoffa's heart ached when he saw it like this. Perhaps it was a good thing for it to be free earlier.
Joey led Hoffa to the Thunderbird. The old Thunderbird's consciousness was already blurred, and it didn't notice the two's arrival. Joey gritted his teeth and touched the Thunderbird's body. He paused for a moment and muttered.
In the air, an inexplicable magic wave began to flow.
While chanting, Joey took out a knife and cut open the Thunderbird's loose skin.
A drop of blood gathered at Joey's fingertip.
Then, Joey cut off one of his little fingers with a single slash.
This action made Hoffa gasp. His feet arched, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
Damn!
What is this guy trying to do? He doesn't even blink when he hurts himself!?
The blood gushing out of his pinky finger merged with the Thunderbird's blood.
An inexplicable wind began to howl.
From a few meters away, Hoffa could feel the powerful magic power contained in the drop of blood.
Joey's face was extremely pale, and his hair was withered and yellow, as if he had aged ten years.
It was as if taking out the drop of blood had consumed all his strength.
He walked to Hoffa's side and held Hoffa's hand.
He knelt on one knee and trembled as he smeared the blood on the back of Hoffa's hand. He used the blood to draw a mysterious eye pattern.
Hoffa felt a chill run down his spine.
He was just talking to a bird. Did he have to work so hard?
After doing all this, Joey was so weak that he almost fainted. "This … this is ancient sacrificial magic. It allows you to communicate with the soul. You … Help me ask the Talas if they can keep some of their memories. Even if it's just a little bit. "
Hoffa nodded. "Got it."
"But you have to remember, before your eyes close, you must come back. If you can't see it, don't force it."
Hoffa didn't understand what he meant.
Come back?
Wasn't he in the Forbidden Forest? Why did he make it sound like he was going on a long journey?
Hoffa asked, "Where exactly do you want me to go?"
"To the local area."
Joey didn't have time to finish his sentence.
Suddenly, the Thunderbird on the ground began to twitch.
Joey pushed Huo Fa away and pressed down on the old bird's beak.
"Old friend, let's begin. I will take good care of you. "He said.
The dying Thunderbird seemed to have regained its strength. It used all its strength to stand up and raise its head high. Its six huge wings covered the sky, and one could vaguely see its former glory.
It raised its head, and its throat moved up and down.
Finally, it spat out a sticky egg. The egg was as big as Hoffa's head.
This used up all of the Thunderbird's strength, and it fell heavily to the ground.
On its deathbed, it weakly but affectionately rubbed its head against Joey's body. Seeing Joey gasping for breath, its dark golden eyes were filled with reluctance.
Josh knelt by the bird's beak and kept stroking its head.
A few seconds later, the big bird stopped breathing.
Its golden eyes lost their light.
Joey knelt on the ground and didn't move, burying his head in the bird's neck.
Hoffa, who witnessed this, felt a little sad.
Who said that animals didn't have feelings? Sometimes, the feelings between humans and animals were more sincere and pure than the feelings between humans.
However, before Hoffa could feel sad for a few seconds, the bloody eye on the back of his hand seemed to come alive. It blinked.
Then, Hoffa immediately felt his eyelids become heavier than a thousand pounds.
He fell to the ground with a thump, as if someone had forcefully pulled his hand. His eyes lost their black color, leaving only pure white.
An invisible door opened with a bang, and a strong wind carried Hoffa's consciousness.
Then, his consciousness followed the mysterious power and passed through the layers of space.
Countless worlds flashed before his eyes, and countless planes lined up under his feet.
It was as if his body was surrounded by old-fashioned film reels.
In a daze, Hoffa suddenly felt that this feeling was very similar to Floo powder, although he had never used Floo powder before.
...
...
Finally, when he ended his fall, he stood on solid ground.
A bone-chilling wind blew towards him, as if it could blow him to pieces and eliminate him into nothingness.
He was caught off guard and shivered, hugging his shoulders. He was in so much pain that he almost wanted to scream.
But soon, the Milareba Walker's meditation technique in his body automatically operated, over and over again.
The meditation technique was like warm blood flowing into his cold body, resisting the merciless cold wind.
Hoffa's spirit began to condense again and again, and the pain caused by the cold wind gradually disappeared. Finally, he forced his eyes open.
When he first saw this place, he was stunned.
In front of him was an endless abyss of ice and snow.
Ice blue was the main color here, and the cold wind was the only climate here. The falling ice and snow came from the dark and empty sky, and then went to the bottomless abyss.
Everything here was hazy and inexplicable.
Hoffa reached out his hand, and a snowflake fell on his hand. From the snowflake, he saw a picture of a boy wearing a crown on his birthday. The picture lasted for a few seconds, and then disappeared as the snowflake melted.
He looked at a few more snowflakes, and each one was different.
Every snowflake here represented a memory.
Wiping off the snow on his hand, Hoffa opened his eyes wide and looked around.
At this moment, he was standing on a bridge.
It was a huge, straight stone bridge.
It came from an illusory place, and led to the unknown other side. At the end of the other side, there was a huge and blurry shadow of an eagle. The shadow was so huge that it could not be described with words.
It looked left and right, and some light leaked out. It was the only light in this abyss.
Hoffa opened his mouth wide, and felt that there was something behind him.
He turned his head to look.
He saw that on the bridge behind him, there was an eye with a diameter of one meter.
This eye floated in the air, with some red tentacles. In the pupil of that eye, Hoffa could vaguely see the Forbidden Forest of the Hogwarts.
That was the place he came from.
At this moment.
In the sea of consciousness.
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