After rolling for dozens of meters, he finally stopped on the slippery hunting ground. He lay sprawled out on the grass, letting the rain pitter-patter on his face, but he didn't feel unhappy at all.
On the contrary, he felt a sense of relief.
This feeling didn't come from the environment, but from his heart. He had a sense of reality. He felt that he was truly alive now.
After losing Hoffa's spiritual field, the dark clouds and rain in the sky gradually calmed down.
In the distance, a large bird circled and landed. She stood beside Hoffa and rubbed her head affectionately against Hoffa's neck.
It was Maya.
Hoffa lay on the grass, touched her head, and said softly, "Thank you. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do."
Maya let out a low cry.
At this moment, a figure stumbled up from a high place.
"Hey, Hoffa? Where are you? "
Maya raised her head and screamed.
Aglaia finally saw him, so she also rushed over.
Maybe the rain made the grass too slippery, or maybe the ups and downs she had just experienced made her unsteady. She fell on the ground halfway and rolled down. In the end, she rubbed her face against the grass and brushed past Hoffa. Her face was covered in mud, and she was in a sorry state.
Although Hoffa's head hurt, he couldn't help but grin. This smile affected his muscles, and his ribs hurt unbearably.
It was too real.
Aglaia got up and wiped her face. She hit Hoffa in annoyance, and then she couldn't help laughing.
Finally, she knelt on the ground. "Hey, what's going on!?"
Hoffa lay on the grass, held Maya's head, and turned his head with a smile.
"Nothing, I just learned a little about transformation."
"A little!" Aglaia crossed her arms in annoyance and pouted. She was obviously very unhappy.
Hoffa propped himself up with his elbow and said, "Quick, help me check on Miranda and Dumbledore."
Seeing that Hoffa was fine, Aglaia got up and was about to return to the court.
Miranda appeared with Dumbledore in her arms.
Maya let out a soft cry beside Hoffa's ear before flapping her wings and leaving the hunting ground.
Seeing Hoffa lying on the grass and a group of magical creatures that had been electrocuted to death in the distance, Dumbledore revealed a look of surprise. A few seconds later, he nodded at Hoffa.
Then, he pushed Miranda in the direction of Hoffa, indicating that he did not need help.
Dumbledore walked alone to where the Dark Warlocks and magical creatures had fallen and waved his magic wand. The ground of the hunting ground bulged, and stone golems drilled out one after another, binding Schmidt and his pets.
Then, Dumbledore slowly left the hunting ground with the stone golems.
Miranda was very hesitant. She stood in the same place, lowering her head and not daring to look at Hoffa.
Aglaea, on the other hand, had already jumped over angrily. She stumbled at first, then strode forward, and her steps became bigger and bigger. In the end, she lunged at Miranda, grabbed her neck, and shook her back and forth. She roared unwillingly, "Miranda!
"My Quidditch! My competition! Why did you have to pick today to cause trouble, couldn't you have done it a day later!? "
Miranda whispered, "I'm sorry."
Aglaia: "I'm a first-year student. Do you know what it means to be a first-year student in Quidditch!?"
Miranda's glasses fell to the ground after being shaken by Aglaia. She whispered, "I'm sorry. You can do it next year."
"Next year!! Second-year? "
Aglaia stomped her feet in anger, limping on the grass as she chased after Miranda.
"There are plenty of second-year quad finders, but there is only one first-year quad finder every few hundred years. There has never been a first-year quad finder who won the Quidditch Cup in history. There is no such thing as a first-year quad finder. What's so strange about me winning the trophy in my second year?"
Hoffa looked at the two girls in the distance. He did not support himself and lay down on the grass again.
The dark clouds were dispelled by the sun, and a ray of light shone on his face.
Before he could relax for too long, Aglaia angrily dragged Miranda to Hoffa's side.
"You can talk to him yourself."
With that, Aglaia crossed her arms and stood on Hoffa's right.
Miranda lowered her head and walked over. She silently helped Hoffa up and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry."
Hoffa looked at her in surprise and did not say anything.
The rain stopped and the clouds dispersed. Miranda did not care about the puddles on the ground. She sat down on Hoffa's left.
The three of them sat together in the ancient hunting ground of Hogwarts and looked at the green mountains of Scotland in the distance.
This was the first time they had a normal conversation between friends.
Aglaia: "What's going on with your family? You and your grandfather have been acting weird since the first day of school."
Hoffa sighed. "It's a problem left behind by history."
Miranda said slowly, "Our family is a family of immigrants. We came to England in 1870 during the Franco-Prussian War. To the German witches, we are traitors, runaways, and cowards. But to the British sorcerers, we are outsiders, thieves. "
She said in a calm voice, "My father always wanted to go back to his homeland. Later, after meeting Grindelwald, he was convinced by his charisma and became his loyalist.
But my grandfather didn't think so. He had experienced many wars and thought that order was above everything. So later … "
Hoffa patted the back of her hand and shook his head, indicating that she did not need to continue this topic.
Miranda smiled and said after a moment of silence, "Actually, Adebay was very good to me. After my parents died, he took me to many countries to play and tried to find me new friends."
Miranda hugged her knees and looked straight ahead. But Hoffa knew that 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 a Forgetting Spell on me. He didn't trust me. I really can't forgive him."
Aglaia gasped.
"Forgetting Spell?"
Miranda said, "Yes."
Hoffa listened silently and did not make any more comments.
He just asked, "What about Mille?"
"I know about Mille's existence. In fact, his birth was my hope. I once hoped that one day, I could pass my life to him and be free from the past that I hated."
She said calmly. Aglaia's eyes widened.
"Many times, I would hand over things that I didn't want to face to him. He was like my brother. Many things that I didn't want to do, things that I couldn't bear to do, he would do them for me. "
"For example, torturing me?" Hoffa grinned.
"Yes." Miranda did not deny it.
"And killing the dodo, snitching. And so on. I'm not shirking responsibility. There's no difference between what he did and what I did. If the trial comes, I will bear it with him. "
"Can you control him?" Hoffa asked.
"I didn't communicate with him before. Maybe I've already given up. But after today, I will try to communicate with him, just like you said to me."
Just like that, she admitted everything frankly.
Hoffa felt that she was quite scary, but strangely, he felt that she was quite fresh.
However, there was still a long way to go. If he could defeat Mille once, he could definitely defeat him several times. The current him was not afraid of challenges.
With a slight movement, Hoffa felt that there was not a single bone in his body that was not sore. He sighed.
"Excuse me, can you help me back to the school? I think, I should go to the school doctor's place and lie down for two days. "
The two of them each took one of Hoffa's arms and helped him up.
Suddenly, Aglaia exclaimed.
"Hoffa, what happened to your eyes?"
"Eyes, what eyes?"
Miranda waved her magic wand, using water droplets to create a small prism, and handed it to Hoffa.
Hoffa looked down and found that his pupils had turned from dark brown to pale gold, exactly the same as Thunderbird's.
This!?
Hoffa ignored the two girls beside him, and ignored the pain in his body. He quickly broke free and touched all over his body.
Fortunately, it seemed that there was no change in other places.
Do you know what's going on?
He asked his two friends, hoping to get some answers.
Aglaia sighed, "I don't know, this kind of situation is almost unheard of. But you're really bold, transforming into a magical creature is something that few wizards would dare to try.
Only the eyes have an irreversible change, which is already a very minor side effect. Speaking of which, you should really thank your Thunderbird friend. "
"What do you mean?"
Hoffa was puzzled.
"Generally speaking, the transformation of Animagus is limited to non-magical creatures, the transformation of magical creatures will bring a lot of unpredictable consequences. This was because there was a fundamental difference between the magic of adepts and the magic of magical creatures.
Even transforming into a normal Animagus is very difficult, not to mention transforming into a creature like Thunderbird.
But when you transformed, your friend responded to your spirit, came to your side, and transferred part of his ability and magic into your body, which helped you complete the transformation process. Otherwise, what would have happened to you? It's completely unknown.
After all, you're the first person in history to transform into a magical creature. "
Hoffa returned to school with the help of his two friends, and the first place he went was the school hospital.
At this moment, the school hospital was overcrowded. Many students who inhaled the poisonous gas of the poisonous sac leopard were receiving treatment from the school doctor, Reiner.
In the hospital's disinfection room, Hoffa specially checked his whole body (especially the forbidden areas) when he took a shower, but he did not find any other changes on his body, except for the change in color of his eyes. (It could also be his illusion, he felt that his fingernails became a little sharper)
Because there were no major injuries on his body, Hoffa, who only had his eyes changed color, was directly thrown aside by the school doctor. After he was given a hospital bed, he was left alone.
There were many injured people around, but because the rainstorm came at the right time, no one was seriously injured.
But many people's faces were blue and purple, and they were vomiting.
As for those students who were sitting higher up and weren't injured, they were discussing animatedly. Everyone said that they saw a magical big bird flying across the sky.
Some said that it was an eagle, some said that it was a magical spell, and some even said that it was someone's guardian.
In short, there were different opinions, but no one was sure what it was. This scene was like a group of muggles gathered together to discuss a UFO.
However, the guy who really summoned the rainstorm was sitting in the corner, motionless, listening to their conversation.
At first, Hoffa was secretly happy. But after a while, he got used to it.
Speaking of which, he did not want others to know that he was already an Animagus. After all, if others knew that he had to go to the Ministry of Magic to register, it would be troublesome.
Except for two friends, Hoffa did not tell anyone.
However, although he could already transform into a Thunderbird, it was with the support of a huge amount of Magic Recovery Potions.
Hoffa instinctively felt that other Animagus were definitely not like this, because they only transformed into ordinary animals, but he needed to spend a lot of magic and energy to change the nature of his magic to become a magical creature.
According to the price quoted by the Saint-Mango Hospital for Secondary Magic Recovery Potions, 20 Gold Coins per tube, he would need 100 Gold Coins per transformation.
It was a terrible waste of money.
Although he had a potion genius like Aglaia as his companion, Hoffa might not need to worry too much about potions in the future, but Hoffa felt that it was better to transform less.
On one hand, money did not grow on trees, and on the other hand, he had a feeling that if he transformed too many times, he would really irreversibly become a birdman.
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