Since the Talas didn't want to stay, he couldn't force it.
Hoffa glanced at the bloody eyeball in the distance, then looked at the half-closed eye pattern on the back of his hand.
It was time to go back.
As if it sensed his thoughts, the maggot giant roared anxiously. Before it could complete the fusion, it had already smashed through countless stooped figures on the stone bridge and chased after them in a very ghostly manner.
Hoffa turned his head and saw the guy on all fours behind him, thinking that Joey was just as bad as Indor.
What kind of sin had he committed, that he had never met a normal person in his life! Why did everyone have to screw him over at least once?
As he sped up, he retracted his wand.
Using Polymorph several times in a row consumed a lot of magic power, and he couldn't overdraft his magic power now. If he collapsed because of a headache, who knew what would happen.
Seeing that Hoffa had disarmed, the maggot monster sped up. As it ran, it gradually turned into a huge version of Hoffa.
Those ugly maggots even imitated his running posture perfectly.
Hoffa's legs were less than one-tenth of its length. As he ran, the countless black shadows on the bridge were scattered in all directions. Screams were heard.
Turning his head slightly, Hoffa saw that he was about to be caught, and he became more and more anxious.
But at this moment.
A sharp cry came from afar.
A loud bang followed, and the sound almost deafened Hoffa.
Turning his head, in the void, a bird-shaped lightning flashed.
It carried an unparalleled power and directly penetrated the maggot giant's chest.
The maggot giant didn't even have time to cry out before it was hit by the lightning and scattered like a flood of mud.
Dense electric arcs jumped on the ground, making Hoffa's scalp tingle.
But he wasn't hurt.
As the maggots dispersed, a figure slowly walked out of the lightning. It was a young and unusually handsome man.
He had a human body, but at the same time, his body was covered with shiny dark scales and golden patterns.
"Sorry for being late." The man said politely.
"I'm not human, to enter the Bridge of Past, I have to go to the front and get permission from the guard, otherwise, I won't be able to fly again."
Watching the man slowly walk closer, the lightning on his body slowly disappeared.
He didn't wear any clothes, had gray hair and golden eyes, and had gorgeous muscles that could blind people.
"Ta, Talas?"
Hoffa's eyes widened. He couldn't connect this unusually handsome man with the dying Thunderbird in the Forbidden Forest.
"That's my name in my previous life."
The man nodded. "I remember you. Aren't you from that magic school? Why are you here?"
The extraordinarily handsome man looked at Huo Fa and said gently, "You're too reckless. This isn't a place for you to come. Wizards have their own rules, and the living have their own world. If I had come a little later, you might have been devoured by the abyssal desire worms. "
Worms?
Huo Fa pointed at the surrounding people who were carrying steles.
"These?"
"They're all pitiful people who can't bear to abandon their past. Desires and obsessions bother them, and this is the path they chose."
Talas shook his head. "Don't learn from them."
Hoffa was stunned for a few seconds before he remembered his mission.
"Oh yeah, Joey asked me to look for you."
Hoffa stared at a twitching maggot on the ground. "He asked me to tell you that he hopes you can …"
"You won't forget him, right?"
Talas tilted his head and interrupted Hoffa.
Hoffa nodded. "That's right."
"What a mess, Joey." The unusually handsome man sighed.
"He actually sent his soul into the Underworld. He'll lose his lifespan."
"Then will you keep some of your memories? About Joey. "
Hoffa looked up at Talas, his gaze focused on his shoulder. (The man's naked calmness made him a little embarrassed.)
Talas shook his head slowly but firmly.
"Joey wants me to remember him. He wants me to go back. I understand. The greatest pain for human beings is to be forgotten by their loved ones. But there's nothing new under the sun. If you don't learn to forget, how can you accept a new life? "
"Uh, don't you have a choice? Like the Phoenix. "Hoffa asked in confusion. He couldn't figure out why a creature would refuse immortality.
"The Phoenix is different from us. It's a witness to history, and we're just participants. For the Thunderbird, freedom is more important than immortality. Only by overcoming the ultimate fear can one obtain the purest freedom in life. "
Hoffa didn't understand what he said. Maybe it was because his realm wasn't high enough.
However, he was just a messenger. Since the message was delivered, he had nothing to say.
"Then, I'm leaving." Hoffa said softly. He was about to turn and leave.
"Wait a minute."
A very handsome man called out to him.
"What's wrong?" Hoffa turned around.
"Do you have enough magic power?"
When Hoffa heard his words, he realized that his magic power was almost exhausted in the process of continuously using the transformation spell.
Hoffa shook his head. "Not much."
Talas smiled. "You're the most unique wizard I've ever seen. Your spiritual power is terrifyingly high. Even the cold wind of the Hörheim can't destroy you. But your magic power is pitifully low. It's not even half of what normal wizards of the same age have. "
Hoffa.
Talas pointed to the bridge. "Without magic power, you can't drive away the Worms of Desire. They're attracted to your life and will endlessly entangle you. Until you're reduced to the same level as them. "
Hoffa looked around. Sure enough, the electrocuted maggots showed signs of waking up. Not only that, but more and more worms climbed up the bridge from the abyss.
"Do you have any ideas?" Hoffa asked.
Talas nodded. "Thank you for coming. It just so happens that I ended my life prematurely. There's still some power left. It's useless now. You can take it. Tell Joey to take good care of my descendants. "
With that, he suddenly stepped forward and reached out to grab Hoffa's hand.
"Go back. When you have time, think of a way to improve your magic power."
With a crackle of electricity.
He gave Hoffa a hard shove.
A surge of energy passed from Hoffa's left hand to his whole body. He stared in horror. This was a feeling he had never experienced before.
He even felt that he could do anything he wanted.
He wanted to say goodbye to Talas, but before he could say anything, Talas smiled and waved at him. In a flash, he turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared into the sky.
Hoffa's body was full of power that was about to explode. A golden light flashed in his eyes.
He turned around and took a step. In the blink of an eye, he ran dozens of meters away.
This feeling was great.
The eye on the back of his hand was about to close. Hoffa ran with all his might, crossing the straight stone bridge at a speed a hundred times faster than when he came.
But at the same time, there were more and more maggots crawling out from under the stone bridge. Countless maggots mixed together to form a monster that wanted to possess Hoffa and occupy his soul.
The closer he got to the giant eye, the more of those ugly monsters there were. In the end, they were mighty, like an army.
They resisted the lightning with all their might and charged at Huo Fa in the hundreds.
Hoffa's forward speed slowed down.
But he wasn't afraid. The surging magic power in his body filled Hoffa's heart with a wild and fighting desire. There was even a trace of inexplicable bestiality surging in it.
He raised his hand and clenched it. His wand quickly grew longer and larger as the magic power boiled. It was more than two meters, more than five meters. More than ten meters, and there was no sign of stopping.
In the end, the wand turned into a forty-meter-long electric sword. He dragged the sword hilt and ran with all his might, drawing a magnificent arc in the end.
All creatures within a radius of forty meters were cut in half by his sword.
Unfortunately, he was only happy for a second before the magic power given to him by the Talas was exhausted. Then, no one stopped Hoffa and he ran head-on into the giant eye.
He disappeared into the eye.
After Hoffa passed through the eye, the giant eye of flesh slowly closed and turned to dust in the cold wind of Hörheim.
Once again, he passed through the layers of space.
As if he had an absurd and bizarre dream, Hoffa's eyes that didn't have black spots gradually returned to normal.
A trace of lightning crackled in his eyes, and then it returned to silence.
He smelled the scent of withered grass and felt the softness of the soil under his cheek. The chill of Scottish autumn was very clear at this moment.
Hoffa struggled to get up from the ground and rubbed his temples.
From time to time, there was a real pain in his head. The pain told Hoffa that he had overdrawn his magic power.
He felt that there was something on the back of his hand.
Looking down, he found that the blood eye on the back of his hand had disappeared and was replaced by a faint golden pattern. It was very faint, as if it was drawn with gold shavings. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see it. The pattern was like an eagle, but it was very symmetrical. The pattern was also very concise.
Just when Hoffa was curious about what this pattern was.
A man rushed out from the corner and grabbed Huo Fa's shoulder, looking at him with a hopeful expression.
"How is it, did he agree to come back?"
It was Joey.
Hoffa came back to his senses, looked at Joey, then looked at the giant bird corpse next to him, shook his head regretfully, and slowly told Joey what the Talas had said to him.
With Hoffa's narration, the excitement on Joey's face gradually faded and finally turned into uncontrollable grief.
After Hoffa finished, he hugged the bird egg and stood there silently for a long time.
A gust of cold wind blew through the leaves of the Forbidden Forest. Finally, the bleak old man let out a long sigh and muttered softly, "I knew it would be like this. Death is a game for the brave. Taras, the difference between you and me is still too big."
Hoffa didn't know how to comfort Joey, so he could only keep silent. However, Joey quickly regained his composure.
He patted Hoffa's shoulder and said sincerely, "It's been hard on you. You're the bravest Ravenclaw I've ever seen."
Bravest?
Ha, Hoffa rolled his eyes and thought, if you told me to go to the underworld from the beginning, I wouldn't go even if you broke my legs. I was still tricked.
But at least I'm back, and a month of hard work has come to an end.
Hoffa didn't want to complain to Joey about his thrilling experience in Helheim. He couldn't wait to go back to the common room and relax by the fire in Ravenclaw.
He reached out his hand and asked, "Where's the list?"
Joey hugged the egg with one hand and took out a crumpled piece of parchment from his pocket with the other.
"I've filled in your list. It's excellent. Go back. If you have any trouble in the future, you can come to me. Don't offend the higher-ups in the Hogwarts. They won't joke with you. "
Hoffa took the parchment. Sure enough, at the top of the list, there was a big red tick, and Joey's signature and wax stamp were at the bottom.
Hoffa put the parchment away with satisfaction.
After returning to the tree house and saying goodbye to Joey, Hoffa rubbed his aching head and walked back to the castle.
As he walked back, he looked at the strange pale golden pattern on the back of his hand.
This was what Talas left for him in the Netherworld. He had thought that the power was a one-time thing and would be gone after it was used.
But now it didn't seem to be the case. Hoffa was very curious about what this thing was.
Because he always felt that something was flowing from his body to this pattern, as if he had an extra organ that could breathe.
As he was looking at it, just as he walked to the school gate, the pain in his head became even more intense.
Hoffa's face changed. That's not right.
He didn't cast any spells, so why was the symptoms of magic overdraft getting worse?
The feeling of flowing on the golden pattern on his arm became more obvious.
And, a strange feeling of hunger welled up in his brain.
Hungry?
I'm hungry?
Hoffa froze on the spot. He looked at his arm again.
He finally knew what was going on.
This golden pattern was devouring his magic at an unusually fast speed.
Damn!
The headache showed signs of getting worse and worse.
Hoffa immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate.
After he began to meditate, he felt an incomparable hunger. This hunger was not a physical hunger, but a hunger for magic.
He didn't dare to be careless. He ran the Milareba Walker's meditation over and over again to quickly recover his magic.
Finally, after an hour of meditation, the feeling of hunger slowly disappeared. Hoffa gritted his teeth and straightened up. He wanted to go back to the public lounge. He wanted to study this thing properly.
But before he could take two steps, the feeling of hunger came again.
It was just like a baby who was crying piteously for food with an insatiable appetite.
The sudden headache made Hoffa lean against the wall and hold his head.
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Ignoring the shocked eyes of the students next to him, Hoffa had to sit down and continue to meditate.
In this way, Hoffa recovered his magic every hour of meditation. That faint golden tattoo would drain him of all his mana in a few minutes, no, a dozen seconds.
And there was no sign of it returning.
After three consecutive meditations, the feeling of novelty and curiosity was finally gone, replaced by anger and confusion.
At the entrance of the castle, Hoffa looked up and cursed, startling a flock of pigeons.
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