The spring of 1939 bloomed as promised, and outside the castle, the deep blue mountains covered the purple sky, and the edge of the sky was inlaid with pink clouds.

Some young wizards often run around the mountains, flying magical kites into the sky that don't need strings. Or play a game of frisbee on the grass.

Their happiness has nothing to do with Hoffa, who is facing a huge problem like never before.

There was no way he could overcome Grindelwald's Transfiguration Charm.

There is absolutely no way.

He was originally very good at transfiguration, and could even transform his wand into various fantasy forms at will.

But he didn't know what to do with this transfiguration.

He practiced hard, hardly day or night.

Practice when eating, before going to bed, during class, and even when you go to the bathroom.

He pondered Grindelwald's spell casting, his spirit flowing. All kinds of details.

But no matter how much he tried, the Transfiguration Spell was locked up.

After a long period of painful practice, he could indeed make a little change, but that change was futile and reluctant.

Grindelwald shattered the island, and Hoffa, he could only make a small crack in the ground, or make a small stone hand the size of a mushroom grow on the surface.

Of course, Hoffa also knew the magic of transfiguration, and he tried hard to understand the earth and the earth with his spirit. However, no matter how he understands it, there is a limit to the changes he can make.

He hit a big bottleneck.

The bottleneck of Transfiguration.

This time, even Milarevapa's meditation method couldn't help him parse the magic.

Time passed day by day, and the bright spring began to wrap around the whole school. The grass outside the window was covered with heather.

And Hofa's condition began to deteriorate.

All kinds of heavy work, the threat of a world war, and the hidden dangers of Miranda's dark personality.

All these pressures add up, which Hoffa has never encountered in two lifetimes.

He began to suffer from anxiety, insomnia, nightmares, and even nausea. Even the food that the school had always attracted him began to enjoy without any desire.

The corners of his mouth were blistered from the fire, and he had to go to Dr. Reiner every day to get some medicine.

He was treated with a number of graduating Hogwarts seniors. Each of them was shocked to see Hoffa, and they didn't understand why an 11-year-old first-grader had similar symptoms to them.

He spends every day in the library.

But it didn't make much sense, the more knowledge he had in his head, the real solution still didn't appear.

Hoffa thought about giving up, but when he thought of what Miller had said to him that night, he immediately dismissed the idea of giving up, it was a battle of his beliefs, and he didn't want to back down in the slightest.

March is over, and April is approaching.

At dinner time, Hoffa was in a terrible state.

Because a month later, he still hasn't cracked Grindelwald's spell.

At noon on April Fool's Day, he sat at the table sickly, numbly eating mashed potatoes one bite at a time. I wonder if I really have the talent of a wizard.

Was Grindelwald that genius?

But at this time, Miranda became suspicious of Hoffa's erratic whereabouts.

In the month since Hoffa began learning the Broken Grip, he has hardly been alone with Miranda. At the Ravenclaw dinner table in the evening, she looked at Hoffa, whose eyes were dark, and said, "Hoffa, it's harder to see you than to see the Minister of Magic." ”

She was joking, but Hoffa gave Miranda a blank look, and her eyes slowly regained focus.

Is this guy mocking himself?

Negative energy slowly enveloped Hoffa, and his thoughts began to change.

That night, Miller's words to himself were like demons, and the line between Miranda and Miller began to blur.

Miranda lowered her head and smiled, "Are you in any trouble and need my help?"

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and it was as if he saw that night again, the giant shark opened its bloody mouth to himself. The anxiety of so many days seems to have found an outlet.

Hoffa looked up indifferently and said dryly, "I don't need the help of a madman. ”

Miranda's mouth grew and she looked at Hoffa incredibly, as if she had known him for the first day.

The expression was like that of a faded porcelain doll. Suddenly, it lost all its brilliance and became a little hideous.

In the restaurant, inexplicable magic fluctuations spread like ripples. The weather on the ceiling of the auditorium changed suddenly. All the students looked up in surprise.

The fork of Hoffa's finger suddenly deformed and bent as if it were made of wax.

Agrea, who was vigilant on the side, suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and saw Miranda slowly stand up. She pounced on her and threw her arms around Miranda's neck.

He smiled and said, "Miranda, I have good news, do you want to hear it~"

Miranda was still staring at Hoffa, but after being held by Aglaia, her face was like an old porcelain doll. Slowly becoming normal, she stared numbly and said, "What's the good news?"

"The good news is that I'm going to be in this year's Quidditch final as well. ”

Miranda: "Really? ”

"Next month, just one month before the end of the exam. ”

(She hugs Miranda's neck tightly, her arms trembling slightly)

Miranda: "Did you start training so early?"

"yes. Aglaia winked at Hoffa and motioned for him to leave.

Aglaia: "There are a few friendlies and stuff, but that's okay, you'll all watch the final." ”

Hoffa silently put down the shape-shifting fork, knowing that Aglaia was helping him out. The situation is a little out of control, and this is not normal for me at all.

He took a few deep breaths.

"I'll go. ”

With that, he turned his head and quickly left the Ravenclaw table without saying a word.

The pace grew faster and faster, from trotting all the way to striding wildly.

Finally, as he strode to the hunting grounds, he held on to the corner of the castle. His face was pale, and his stomach was churning.

After so many days, his anxiety level was at its peak, and when Miranda showed his magical powers, he almost lost his composure and restraint.

Cross your knees on the ground.

Hoffa is constantly running meditation, constantly running.

Finally, he barely stabilized his state.

He hit a bottleneck in his life.

How can we break through the bottleneck of self?

How his Transfiguration could be taken to the next level, Hoffa didn't know.

Giving up was not advisable, and Hoffa straightened up. But just as he was about to go back and continue to seek a way to crack it, there was a sound of popping in the green hunting grounds of the Forbidden Forest.

Hoffa looked up and saw a small pink chocobo from far and near. It has a large beak and green wings. She looks very cute.

What's even more amazing is that with every step it takes, it will cross space and come to a place several meters away, and the speed is very fast.

The sound of a bubble popping just now was left behind by the bird's teleportation.

This is a dodo, and it is a bird that cannot fly, but can teleport.

Hoffa was stunned, it was the young dodo he had saved with Joey in the Forbidden Forest, and after half a year, it had grown up.

Hofa wondered why the dodo had come to the hunting grounds, and the dodo's pink head turned and locked onto Hoffa in the corner.

It jumped happily twice, and then flashed to Hoffa's side with two clicks.

It bit off on Hofa's trouser leg and threw a letter at Hofa's feet, then rubbed it affectionately against Hofa's legs.

It turned out to be a messenger.

Hofa touched the bird's head with a little pale face, and muttered, "Are you laughing at me too?"

The dodo didn't speak, just a pop that hit Hoffa's head and pecked at his hair.

Helpless, Hoffa picked up the letter on the ground and looked at it.

There are only a few typesets in it.

"Thank you so much for the weather blanket, Hoffa. Maya is about to be born, and without your help, she wouldn't be so healthy. I don't want you to miss its nirvana, if you can, please come to Treehouse --- Joey. ”

Maya...... Joey's Thunderbird is about to be born!

Hoffa looked up slowly.

These days I'm busy learning Transfiguration, and I'm anxious. I've forgotten the weather blanket I gave Joey for Christmas.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally, he decided to take a look.

Thunderbirds, which are rarer creatures than fire dragons. No matter how busy he was, he didn't want to miss it.

He hurried towards the Forbidden Forest, and the dodo flashed down from Hoffa's head, leading the way, and it was very fast, stopping from time to time to wait for Hoffa.

Walking through the spring-lit meadows, Hoffa came to Joey's treehouse, where he found a pile of severed oak stumps.

The stumps were split one by one, and they were stacked on the ground in a mess.

Joey was packing up a tin bucket on the treehouse when he saw Hoffa coming. He immediately threw a soft ladder to Hoffa in the treehouse.

"Hurry up. ”

He was beaming with joy today, and his face was flushed.

Hoffa climbed into the treehouse and hurried into the room with Joey.

At this moment, there is a strange voltage floating in the whole room.

Hoffa could see the dark clouds on the weather blanket he bought. Thunder and lightning.

The eggshells were rattling, and without a reminder from Hofado, Joey handed him the glasses.

Hoffa puts on his glasses.

Inside the eggshell, the inexplicable blue substance is very full, and it is constantly flowing, echoing the thunder and lightning on the weather blanket.

The embryo, soaked in the blue substance, writhed inside the eggshell, trying to find a comfortable position, but after searching for a long time, it was not found. It decided not to stay in the eggshell anymore.

So it pecked up.

"Well done. In Joey's cry of surprise, it poked out a gray beak.

Hoffa quickly moved his chair a little farther away, and the ionized air in the weather blanket electrocuted Hofa's hair on end.

Click!

A tiny nail stepped open the eggshell.

Bang.

Inside the weather blanket, a miniature bolt of lightning struck the eggshell.

The creature inside the eggshell squeaked with pleasure.

Then, it directly pushed open the eggshell and jumped out.

It was a crumpled, grey little bird, not much different from the average young bird. It's just that the head is slightly larger and the claws are bigger.

As soon as it was born, it immediately barked at the nearest Hoffa.

The gray mouth is long boss.

The faint electric current crackled and exploded on Hoffa's face, and his scalp tingled with electricity, and he subconsciously shrank back.

Joey shoved a square box into Hoffa's arms.

"Quick, feed it. ”

When Hoffa looked at it, the box was full of white and fat oak maggots.

It turned out that Old Joey cut down those trees to get the bugs from the trees.

"Squeak!"

Smelling the smell, Maya screamed even more happily, she was hungry.

Hoffa grabbed a floppy bug and stuffed it in its mouth.

Smack. The gray beak of the bird is closed up and down.

The oak worm vanished before it could struggle.

"Squeak, squeak. ”

Maya ate one, but cried out even more hungrily.

Hoffa quickly caught another worm.

This cycle was repeated ten times, and Maya ate ten worms. But it doesn't mean to be full at all.

It always opens its mouth again as soon as it finishes one.

One more, and another mouth.

It seems like you'll never be full.

"How much is it going to eat?" Hofa was shocked.

He had just fed 10 worms, and those 10 worms were piled up and were larger than the size of two young birds.

"Keep feeding, don't stop. Joey instructed:

"It's a ptarmigan with a huge appetite, you feed it, I'll go get new food. ”

With that, he climbed downstairs with a thud. After a while, he came up with a huge tin bucket. The bucket was filled with all kinds of food, including fresh meat, fish and shrimp, and even scorpions.

Hoffa was startled, and he threw the worms into the ptarmito's mouth one by one, faster and faster.

The little guy didn't refuse to come.

Eventually, Hoffa tipped the box over and poured worms into its mouth like garbage.

As its throat shook up and down, all the bugs were gone, as if its stomach pouch had been stretched without a trace.

Surprised, Hoffa grabbed the red glasses and examined its body closely, wondering where the creature had eaten.

After looking through it, he realized that the little guy had three hearts, and they beat with each other regularly, like an incomparably precise machine.

The blood in its whole body rushed as fast as electricity, and the food was quickly digested in the flow.

Just as he was amazed, old Joey put the bucket containing the scorpion on the table in a rough voice and said:

"Don't look at it, there will be opportunities to see it in the future, the Thunderbird is the most vulnerable when it is born, and it needs a lot of food. ”

Hoffa looked at the black scorpion crawling around in the tin bucket, and said with palpitations: "Can it really eat this thing?"

Joey throws Hoffa a dragonskin glove:

"What is a scorpion, it grows up to be the apex predator of the American continent, it can eat anything, hurry up and help feed it. This is the best time to become its friend, and when it grows up, it will not be so easy to please it. ”

Sure enough, Hoffa took out a fat black scorpion.

The bottom strip is placed near the mouthparts of the young birds.

The scorpion struggled frantically.

The tail is messy.

But the young bird's seemingly soft skin was as tough as leather, and there was electricity flowing in it.

Maya bit the scorpion's tail and swallowed it like a biscuit.

That look made Hoffa hungry.

The two were busy from day to night. The newborn bird swept away all the food Joey had prepared.

It paced contentedly through the weather blanket. I don't know if it's Hoffa's delusion, but the bird is already bigger than when it was born.

Hoffa tried to touch the chubby little bald bird, but it didn't resist much, but yelled at Hoffa with some displeasure. As if to say, hate, don't touch me!

So proud, who fed you for so long just now?

Hoffa stabbed Maya's belly with his fingers dissatisfied, and a faint flash of electricity crackled, and Hoffa twitched.

Just then, Joey, who was cleaning up the garbage, returned, and he wanted to tease Taras too, but he just put his hand on Taras's head.

The dark clouds in the sky of the weather blanket unleashed a thick bolt of lightning that struck Joey's hand. This time it's much more ferocious than the electric Hofa.

His hair stood on end, but he couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing that he was so happy, Hoffa couldn't help but say more, "Do you still want Taras?"

Joey smiled and shook his head, "I figured it out, Taras told me to let go of my obsession and enjoy the present, I should do it." ”

Hoffa looked at the juvenile ptarmigan bouncing on the blanket and froze for a moment.

For some reason, he saw a glimmer of dawn in the other party, albeit a faint glimmer.