The birth of the Thunderbird temporarily diluted Hoffa's obsession with breaking through the bottleneck of Transfiguration, and he had to take time out of his day to help Joey feed Maya. For some reason, he felt very close to the newborn life, and when he looked at her, he felt like he was looking at his own child.

This bird is completely different from the ordinary magical creatures of the Forbidden Forest.

In just one week, she had grown to the size of an owl after eating like crazy.

However, she is much more slender than an owl, with long tail feathers, silver-gray wings, pale yellow eyes, and a brown beak.

There is no doubt that this is a beautiful and elegant creature.

She can already fly, but she doesn't have three pairs of wings like Taras, she only has two wings. Like a long-tailed falcon.

For this, Joy explains: "Thunderbirds live a long time, and they will have more wings as they age, which is a sign of their maturity and development. ”

Every day, Hoffa watched Maya as she ate, stroking her smooth feathers and pinching her slender bones.

At first, when she was not old, Hoffa could do that.

But another week later, when she was the size of an Australian golden eagle, Hoffa couldn't do that.

She will no longer stop under the palm of Hoffa's hand to beg for food, but will stand high on the top of the treehouse, and Hoffa can only bring food to her mouth if he raises his hand. She was very proud. And smart, she rarely chirps, but she can clearly distinguish her name from Hoffa's intentions.

It stands to reason that the bigger the bird, the more it must eat. However, after the Thunderbird's plumps grew fuller, Joey reduced his feeding to Maya.

At the end of April, when Hoffa arrives at the wooded tree house, he finds Joey standing in the doorway in full gear instead of preparing any more food. Maya stood on his shoulders.

"Aren't you going to feed today?" asked Hoffa.

Joey shook his head: "When the Thunderbird grows up, it won't need ordinary humans to take care of it. On the contrary, it will be of grace to ordinary human beings, and it can feel the needs of human beings, and it can also feel human suffering.

In ancient America, when there was a drought, they would go in search of the ptarmigian and kneel down to pray for it.

If the ptarmigan is in a good mood, it spreads its wings and soars into the sky, and everywhere it goes, torrential rain falls. Once upon a time, a tribe had to be attached to it in order to survive. ”

"But this is Europe," Hoffa said to Joey.

"There is no shortage of rain in Europe, why did you bring it here?"

"Its first three generations of owners are dead, and the tribes in its care have all been slaughtered by the American colonists. If I could, I would like to find a relatively peaceful environment for it. ”

You're in the wrong place, Hoffa thought, and it's about to become one of the most chaotic areas in the world.

"Let's go, today is her first solo hunt, so let's take a look. Joey said excitedly.

The two of them walked around the Black Lake one after the other, and after walking far, Hoffa saw a fierce boar that was locked in a wooden cage and screaming.

Hoffa looked at Joey a little speechlessly, and said Okay, what about hunting, didn't you just replace the dead thing you fed with a living thing?

Joey shook his shoulders, and the Thunderbird flew out quickly, at this moment, its wingspan was close to two meters, which was already quite large for ordinary birds. But for the former Taras, she is still a little small.

Joey pulled out his wand and waved it, and the wooden cage where the boar was held opened with a bang.

Maya flew forward, flapping her wings and stretching out her claws, trying to hunt each other with a fierce momentum.

But the boar was also quite strong and fierce, it arched its head sideways, and its sharp teeth hit Maya's lower abdomen, and then it ran furiously against the ptarmigan.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the leaves fell.

The boar slammed her against the tree.

Seeing Maya's loss, Hoffa couldn't help but want to step forward to help it.

Unexpectedly, Joey grabbed Hofa by the hand.

"Never mind, it's its business. ”

Hoffa clings to the Thunderbird, "This ..... Will it be all right?"

Joey hugged his arms and said calmly: "The Thunderbird doesn't need other people's sympathy, and it doesn't need comfort, in fact, human comfort and sympathy will only make it weak." What it needs is fighting, it is the law of nature. ”

Sure enough, after being knocked against the tree, she let out a sharp chirp and flapped her wings violently.

The sky suddenly darkened, and just above Hoffa's head, a small dark cloud suddenly appeared, which gathered together and crackled loudly.

The arm-thick lightning nearly blinded Hoffa's eyes.

The boar twitched with electricity, and Maya flew forward, screaming and grabbing through the throat with a claw.

The strong boar didn't suffer much pain, and after a few kicks on all four legs, he died on the spot.

After the first successful hunt, Maya hissed excitedly and flew up, flying up to a height of about twenty meters, constantly circling in the air. Flashes of lightning flashed, and the dark clouds, like her friends, kept tumbling and deforming around her, turning into various shapes.

Hoffa watched the Thunderbird from a distance, watching her play with the dark clouds at will, he suddenly had a glimmer of realization, and the originally faint light in his heart became a little brighter.

The scene of the Thunderbird changing the form of the dark clouds is similar to the scene of Grindelwald changing the terrain!

Hoffa turned to look at Joey and asked, "Joey, Thunderbird?"

Joey smiled and froze for a moment, then turned his head.

"Transfiguration? What are you talking about, the Thunderbird is just a magical animal. Maya can't manipulate Transfiguration. The dark clouds were attracted to her, nothing more. ”

Attract?

Hoffa's mouth opened wide: "What do you mean?"

"Those clouds are not manipulated to change, they are automatically changed. Maya just drew them to herself and played with them. Generally speaking, magical creatures are born with such a mental force field. ”

Mental force field automatically changes?

Watching the Thunderbird happily roll around in the dark clouds, playing with the thunder and lightning, that hint of enlightenment gradually became bigger and bigger in Hoffa's heart.

He began to gain a deeper understanding of the nature of metamorphosis.

In this way, the Thunderbird did not forcibly change the external object, but changed its spiritual force field to attract the arrival of the dark clouds.

He thought of Morgen's phrase again.

[Trying to use magic to change external objects is low-level, boring, stupid, and pointless.] A true master of transformation should try to change himself, and once he changes, everything will change with him.

Change yourself.

Change yourself!!

Hoffa suddenly raised his head, and the dawn brightened.

A flash of lightning pierced his brain, and the window paper that had puzzled him for a long time was suddenly pierced.

Hoffa got it!

He finally understood!

He closed his eyes, and his spirit poured into the ground with magical energy. At this moment, he no longer forcibly controls the deformation, but really feels the breath of the land, truly feels the appeal of everything, and changes his spiritual force field.

At this moment, the meditation method of the Milarepa walker finally came in handy, and the keen spirit amplified it.

He heard the whispers of the elements, he saw the vastness of the world, and he tried to change himself and become one with them.

At this moment, Hoffa seemed to be on a huge piece of plasticine, and the earth slowly surrounded him, forming a huge throne-like hand that hovered at his feet, holding him high.

Joey's eyes widened and he couldn't stop screaming.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

The ground began to tremble slightly, and the leaves of the Forbidden Forest fell.

Hoffa rose higher and higher, and he stood in the middle of the Forbidden Forest with his arms outstretched, laughing.

The ground trembled even more as he laughed.

"I see! I see!"

Old Joy yelled, "Boy, stop!"

Rumble!

It was a thick arm that answered him.

The dirt arm rose from the ground and grabbed Joey firmly, lifting him into the air.

And that's not all, countless dirt formed various shapes at Hoffa's feet, and they fell to their knees like creatures, as if witnessing the birth of a different legend.

Joey was furious, "What kind of magic is this, let me go!"

"I see!"

Hoffa laughed happily, and with a wave of his wand, he didn't speak.

Joey fell back to the ground.

At this moment, the bottleneck is broken.

Hoffa's Transfiguration has taken to a whole new level. He no longer needs to forcibly control the magic and control the transformation. He entered a realm where the spiritual force field attracted the other party to change.

After breaking through the bottleneck, Huo Fa felt that the [Broken Grip] that had embarrassed him for two months was nothing more than that.

He didn't need to say any incantations at all, and he didn't want any pompous movements. He just needs to change himself and accept the environment.

Although not as exaggerated as Grindelwald, cracking an entire island. But in essence they are already very close.

Hoffa stepped down the giant hand, and the dirt automatically formed a staircase under his feet, and Maya flew around his head, standing on his shoulder.

The sheer weight made Hoffa's body crooked, but he still stroked its smooth tail feathers with great pleasure.

"Thank you, Maya," softly. ”

The Thunderbird chirped happily and flapped its wings, as if to say, no thanks.