The spring of 1939 bloomed as promised. Outside the castle, the dark blue mountains were covered with a layer of purple sky, and the edges of the sky were inlaid with pink clouds.
Some young wizards often ran all over the mountains, flying magic kites without strings into the sky. Or playing frisbee games on the grass.
Their happiness had nothing to do with Hoffa. Hoffa encountered a huge problem.
He had no way to overcome Grindelwald's Transformation Spell.
There was no way at all.
He was very good at Transfiguration, and he could even change his wand into all kinds of imaginary forms at will.
But this Transformation Spell, he had no idea how to deal with it.
He practiced hard, almost day and night.
He practiced when he was eating, before he went to bed, during class, and even when he was in the toilet.
He tried to figure out Grindelwald's spellcasting movements, and the flow of his spirit. All kinds of details.
But no matter how hard he tried, the transformation spell seemed to be locked.
After a long period of painful practice, he could make some changes, but those changes were futile and forced.
Grindelwald broke the island, and Hoffa could only make a small crack in the ground, or make a small stone hand grow on the surface of the ground.
Of course, Hoffa also knew about the Transformation Spell, and he tried to use his spirit to understand the earth and the earth. But no matter how he tried to understand it, the changes he could make were limited.
He encountered a big bottleneck.
The bottleneck of Transformation Spell.
This time, even Milareba's meditation could not help him analyze the spell.
Time passed, and the bright spring began to envelop the whole school. The grass outside the window was covered with heather flowers.
And Hoffa's condition began to worsen.
All kinds of heavy homework, the threat of a world war, and the hidden danger from Miranda's dark personality.
All kinds of pressure added up, and this was something Hoffa had never encountered before.
He began to have anxiety, insomnia, nightmares, and even symptoms of nausea. He even began to lose interest in the school's food, which had always been attractive to him.
He had blisters at the corner of his mouth because of excessive heat, and he had to go to Dr. Reiner every day to apply some medicine.
Along with him were a few Hogwarts seniors who were about to graduate. All of them were shocked when they saw Hoffa. They couldn't understand why an 11-year-old first grader would have the same symptoms as them.
He spent his days in the library.
However, this was meaningless. More and more knowledge was accumulating in his mind, but the real solution still hadn't appeared.
Hoffa had thought of giving up, but when he thought of what Mille had said to him that night, he immediately dismissed the idea. This was a battle with his own beliefs, and he did not want to retreat at all.
March came to an end, and April gradually came.
During dinner that night, Hoffa was in a terrible state.
Because a month had passed, he still hadn't cracked Grindelwald's spell.
At noon on April Fools' Day, he was sitting at the dining table, stupidly eating mashed potatoes. He wondered if he really had the talent to become a wizard.
Was Grindelwald really that talented?
But at this time, Miranda began to have doubts about Hoffa's erratic movements.
In the month since Hoffa started learning Shattered Grasp, he had almost never been alone with Miranda. At the dining table in Ravenclaw that night, she looked at Hoffa, who had dark circles under his eyes, and said, "Hoffa, it's harder to see you than to see the director of the Ministry of Magic."
She was joking, but Hoffa looked at Miranda blankly, and his eyes slowly regained focus.
Was this guy mocking him?
Negative energy slowly enveloped Hoffa, and his thoughts began to change.
The words Mille had said to him that night were like an inner demon, and the boundary between Miranda and Mille began to blur.
Miranda lowered her head and smiled. "Are you in some kind of trouble? Do you need my help?"
This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. He seemed to see that night again, when the giant shark opened its bloody mouth at him. After so many days of anxiety, he seemed to have found an outlet.
Hoffa looked up coldly and said dryly, "I don't need the help of a lunatic."
Miranda opened her mouth wide and looked at Hoffa in disbelief, as if it was the first time she had met him.
Her expression was like a faded porcelain doll. With a swoosh, it lost all of its luster and became somewhat sinister and terrifying.
In the dining hall, an inexplicable wave of magic spread out like ripples. The weather on the ceiling of the auditorium suddenly changed. All the students exclaimed and looked up.
The fork in Hoffa's fingers suddenly bent out of shape, as if the fork was made of wax.
Aglaia, who was vigilant, suddenly felt that something was wrong. She saw Miranda slowly stand up. Aglaia rushed forward and hugged Miranda's neck.
She smiled and said, "Miranda! I have good news. Do you want to hear it? "
Miranda was still staring at Hoffa, but after being hugged by Aglaia, color returned to her face that was like an old porcelain doll. She slowly became normal. She stared and said numbly, "What's the good news?"
"The good news is that I'm going to participate in the Quidditch finals this year."
Miranda: "Really? When? "
"Next month, one month before the end of the exam."
(She hugged Miranda's neck tightly, her arms trembling slightly.)
Miranda: "You're starting training so early?"
"Yes." Aglaia winked at Hoffa, indicating that he should leave quickly.
Aglaia: "There are a few more friendly matches, but it doesn't matter. You'll all come to the finals, right?"
Hoffa silently put down the deformed fork. He knew that Aglaia was helping him out. The situation was somewhat out of control. This was not his normal state at all.
He took a few deep breaths.
"I'll go."
After that, he quickly left Ravenclaw's table without another word.
His pace became faster and faster, from a jog all the way to a mad sprint in large strides.
Finally, when he reached the hunting ground, he held onto the corner of the castle wall. His face was pale, and his stomach was churning.
After so many days, his anxiety had reached its peak. When Miranda revealed her magic power, he almost lost his calm and self-control.
He sat cross-legged on the ground.
Huo Fa continued to operate his meditation technique.
Finally, he barely managed to stabilize his state.
He had reached a bottleneck in his life.
How to break through his own bottleneck.
Huo Fa didn't know how he could improve his Shapeshifting Art.
Giving up was not an option. Hoffa straightened up. But just as he was about to go back and continue to search for a solution, in the green hunting ground of the Forbidden Forest, there was a popping sound.
Hoffa looked up and saw a small pink chocobo approaching from afar. It had a big beak and green wings. It looked very cute.
What was even more amazing was that with every step it took, it would cross space and arrive at a place a few meters away. Its speed was very fast.
The popping sound just now was left behind by the bird when it teleported.
It was a dodo. It was a bird that could not fly, but could teleport.
Hoffa was stunned. It was the young dodo that he and Joey saved in the Forbidden Forest. Half a year had passed, and it had already grown up.
Hoffa was curious as to why the dodo came to the hunting ground. The dodo's pink head turned and locked onto Hoffa who was in the corner.
It happily hopped twice, and popped twice before flashing to Hoffa's side.
It bit Hoffa's trousers, threw a letter at Hoffa's feet, and then intimately rubbed against Hoffa's leg.
So it was a messenger.
Hoffa's face was a bit pale as he rubbed the bird's head and muttered: "Are you also laughing at me?"
The dodo didn't say anything, it only popped onto Hoffa's head and started to peck at his hair.
Hoffa couldn't help but pick up the letter on the ground.
There were only a few lines of words inside.
"Thank you very much for the weather blanket, Hoffa. Maya is about to be born, without your help, she wouldn't be this healthy. I don't want you to miss her Nirvana, if possible, please come to the treehouse — - Joey. "
Maya, Joey's Thunderbird was about to be born!
Hoffa slowly looked up.
These days he was busy learning Transfiguration, so he was very anxious. He even forgot about the weather blanket that he gave Joey for Christmas.
He hesitated for a bit. Finally, he decided to go take a look.
A Thunderbird, a creature even rarer than a Fire Dragon. No matter how busy he was, he didn't want to miss this scene.
He hurriedly walked towards the Forbidden Forest. The dodo flashed down from Hoffa's head and led the way. It was very fast, and from time to time it had to stop and wait for Hoffa.
Passing through the bright spring meadow, Hoffa came to Joey's treehouse. He found that it was full of broken oak stumps.
These stumps were split open one by one, messily stacked on the ground.
Joey was tidying up a tin bucket on the treehouse when he saw Hoffa coming. He immediately threw a rope ladder to Hoffa from the treehouse.
"Come up quickly."
He was very happy today, his face was red.
Hoffa climbed up the treehouse and hurriedly followed Joey into the room.
At this moment, the whole room was filled with a strange voltage.
Hoffa could see that on the weather blanket he bought, dark clouds were dense. Thunder and lightning.
The eggshells were cracking. Without Hoffa's reminder, Joey handed him the glasses.
Hoffa put on the glasses.
Inside the eggshell, the inexplicable blue substance was very full and kept flowing, echoing with the thunder and lightning on the weather blanket.
The embryo soaked in the blue substance twisted around in the eggshell, trying to find a comfortable position, but it couldn't find it for a long time. It decided not to stay in the eggshell.
So it raised its head and pecked.
"Good job." In Joey's surprised cry, it stuck out a gray beak.
Hoffa hurriedly moved his chair a little further away. The ionized air in the weather blanket made Hoffa's hair stand up.
Crack!
A small fingernail stepped on the eggshell.
Boom.
Inside the weather blanket, a mini lightning bolt struck the eggshell.
The creature in the eggshell let out a happy squeak.
Then, it directly pushed open the eggshell and jumped out.
It was a wrinkled, dusty little bird, not much different from an ordinary baby bird. Only its head was slightly bigger, and its claws were bigger.
As soon as it came out, it immediately called out to Hoffa who was closest.
Its gray beak was wide open.
A weak electric current crackled on Hoffa's face, making his scalp numb. He subconsciously shrank back.
Joey, however, stuffed a square box into Huo Fa's arms.
"Quick, feed it."
Hoffa looked and saw that the box was full of white fat oak maggots.
It turned out that Old Joey cut down the trees to get the worms in the trees.
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
Smelling the scent, Maya cried even more happily. It was hungry.
Hoffa grabbed a soft worm and stuffed it into its mouth.
Snap. The gray beak moved up and down.
The oak worm disappeared before it could struggle.
"Squeak squeak squeak."
Maya ate one, but it cried out even more hungrily.
Huo Fa hurriedly caught another worm.
This cycle repeated ten times, and Maya ate ten worms. But it didn't feel full at all.
It would always open its mouth again as soon as it finished one.
Another one. Open its mouth again.
It seemed like it would never be full.
"How much does it want to eat?" Hoffa was shocked.
He had just fed it ten worms, and the ten worms piled up were bigger than two young birds.
"Keep feeding it, don't stop." Joey instructed.
"It's a Thunderbird, it has a huge appetite. You feed it, I'll go get new food."
With that, he climbed down the stairs. After a while, he came up with a huge iron bucket. The bucket was filled with all kinds of food, fresh meat, fish, shrimp, and even scorpions.
Hoffa was shocked. He threw the worms into the Thunderbird's mouth one by one, faster and faster.
The little guy didn't reject anything.
Finally, Hoffa tipped the box over and poured the worms into its mouth like garbage.
Its throat trembled up and down, and the worms all disappeared, as if its stomach had been cast with the Traceless Stretch Spell.
Surprised, Huo Fa grabbed the pair of red glasses and carefully observed its body. It was curious about where the creature had eaten its food.
After using his X-ray vision, he found that the little guy had three hearts. They were beating rhythmically, like a sophisticated machine.
The blood in its body surged like an electric current. As it flowed, the food was quickly digested.
While he was amazed, Old Joey put the scorpion bucket on the table and said, "Don't look at it anymore.
There will be plenty of opportunities to look at it in the future. The Thunderbird is the most vulnerable when it is just born, it needs a lot of food. "
Hoffa looked at the black scorpion crawling around in the iron bucket and said with lingering fear, "Can it really eat this thing?"
Joey threw Hoffa a dragon-skin glove.
"Scorpions are nothing. When it grows up, it will be the top predator of the American continent. It can eat anything. Hurry up and help feed it. This is the best time to be its friend. When it grows up, it won't be so easy to please it. "
Sure enough, Hoffa took out a fat black scorpion.
He put it near the baby bird's mouth like noodles.
The scorpion struggled crazily.
Its tail was in a mess.
But the baby bird's soft skin was as tough as leather, and there was an electric current flowing inside.
Maya bit the scorpion's tail and swallowed it like a biscuit.
Huo Fa felt hungry just by looking at him.
The two were busy from day to night. The newborn bird ate all the food that Joey had prepared.
It paced around the all-weather blanket contentedly. Hoffa didn't know if it was an illusion, but the bird was bigger than when it was born.
Hoffa tried to touch the fat little bald bird. It didn't resist much, but it cried at Hoffa unhappily. It was as if it was saying, "Annoying, don't touch me!"
So proud. Who was the one who fed you for so long?
Huo Fa poked Maya's belly with his finger in dissatisfaction. A weak electric current crackled, and Huo Fa twitched a little.
Joey, who was cleaning up the garbage, came back. He also wanted to tease the Talas, but he just put his hand on the Talas' head.
The dark clouds in the sky released a thick bolt of lightning and electrocuted Joey's hand. This was much fiercer than the one that hit Hoffa.
His hair stood up, but he couldn't help but laugh.
Hoffa saw him so happy and couldn't help but ask, "Do you still want the Talas?"
Joey smiled and shook his head. "I've thought it through. The Talas asked me to let go of my obsession and enjoy the present. That's what I should do."
Hoffa looked at the baby Thunderbird jumping around on the blanket and was stunned for a moment.
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