Soon, the chick was restored to health under the care of Hoffa and Joey.

The dodo is an animal that lives in the moment, and in just one night, it forgets the horror of its own extermination, and it should eat and sleep.

However, Hoffa couldn't do the same.

His quality of life is deteriorating.

It's not easy to turn back into a student who no one pays attention to and erase your bad record.

Every day, in addition to his normal study homework, Hoffa wanders the forest and gathers herbs. More often than not, he patrols the edges of the Forbidden Forest, checking on the living conditions of the various magical animals in the Forbidden Forest.

It's a tiring job, because there are so many magical animals in the Forbidden Forest.

There is a mouse-like mouse, which grows near a lake. He loves crustaceans and has anemone-shaped tumors on his back. Hoffa needed to collect the tumors and supply them to the university hospital.

There are always flocks of foxes, they are small humanoid creatures like fairies, but they have many hands and legs, black hair all over their bodies, and thick wings like beetles.

Hoffa was to collect their fingernails for the Potions class.

(These are Hoffa's most disgusting creatures, they don't hurt much, but they're always flying around above your head, buzzing, like mosquitoes on the side of the grass in summer.)

Once Hoffa also saw two foxes deliberately mating on top of his head, so angry that he directly tore the two pairs apart and hung them on a tree branch. ）

Kitsunes are annoying, but they are not dangerous.

The hateful bird is different, this kind of bird is beautiful in appearance, and its feathers are very showy, orange, lime green, and yellow. But its cry can drive people crazy.

Hoffa, on the other hand, collects their feathers because their feathers are the material for the school teacher's quills.

On a few occasions during the harvest, Hoffa almost went berserk with his wand and shot indiscriminately with his wand, but Joey was able to plug his ears in time.

The only creature that makes Hoffa feel less annoying is the Moon Idiot.

They have large eyes, round bodies and large soles, are shy by nature, prefer remote and uninhabited places, and usually come out of their caves on full moon nights to bathe in the moonlight, and stand up and dance on their two hind legs, leaving intricate patterns on the ground that will mislead future Muggles into thinking that UFOs are creating crop circles.

Of course, this cute creature did not cure the bad mood of Hoffa's labor, because the reason why Hoffa came into contact with them was to collect their dung, the high-quality fertilizer for their dung. It can be collected and sprinkled on magic plants, which will make them grow fast and strong.

It wasn't a pleasant job, and every time he collected it, he became more and more dissatisfied with Indor.

It's funny that this guy left without saying a word after he cheated himself, and left himself at Hogwarts as a coolie.

In addition to work and life, Hoffa is always aware of information from the outside world.

Every time Miranda's Prophet Diary came, he would lean in to take a look.

He wanted to see the news of the capture of the three Dark Wizards.

Unfortunately, the events in Hogsmeade continued to unfold, but no one found any trace of Schmidt Rutrov.

It was as if he had evaporated from the world.

This kept Hoffa's heart at ease, because in the closet next to his bed, Schmidt's wand was still locked.

......

......

As October passed, the wet cold filled the area around the Forbidden Forest, the weather began to cool, and Hoffa's time in the Forbidden Forest was coming to an end.

On October 30, on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, two black horses, one large and one small, walked slowly along a frosty stream.

It was Hoffa and Joey.

Hoffa rode on horseback, while Joey led his horse, dragging a large bag, into which he occasionally picked a little herb and threw it.

Since the labor of the Forbidden Forest includes patrolling, and the patrol area is large, Hoffa learned to ride a horse this month, which is considered a free tutorial given to him by Joey.

Patrolling on horseback was not a beautiful thing, and after the initial novelty had passed, Hoffa often had his butt aching and his crotch was worn out, and he couldn't walk with his legs together.

Fortunately, today is the last day of his work in the Forbidden Forest, and as long as he is past today, he can return to a more relaxed and normal school life.

That is, of course, if Joey can put a good grade on Hoffa's rating list.

For this, Hoffa did not doubt it. After all, they got along for a month. The relationship between the two is quite good.

It's just that today, on the last day of the two's collaborative patrol, Joey is in a very bad state.

I saw him walking in front of the horses with blank eyes, and from time to time he would mechanically bend down and grab some plants and throw them into the bag, numb like a marionette.

Hoffa didn't know what was wrong with the old man, and asked half-seriously, half-jokingly.

"Hey, Joey, did you sign my list?"

"Hmm... Well. ”

Joey replied absentmindedly, picking up a few weeds and throwing them into the bag.

Hofa on his horse frowned slightly.

"That's... Do you give it an excellent rating?"

"Hmm... Well. ”

Joey still didn't have much energy, and replied perfunctorily.

Hofa stopped tempting, and he rode his horse to stop Joey.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Joey hesitated for a moment before slowly asking, "Taras is dying, would you like to give it a ride with me?"

"What?"

Hearing the news suddenly, Hoffa was moved.

Taras, the old Thunderbird is dying? He remembered that the Thunderbird had saved himself once by blocking the centaur's arrows one night before.

During the month, every few days, Joey would take Hoffa to the Forbidden Forest to look after the Thunderbirds. After the first surprise, he gradually got used to the big guy.

It has a good temper, but basically does not move, nor does it eat or drink. It's too old and too weak.

Hoffa knew that the big bird might not last long, but he didn't expect it to last less than a month.

Joey: "The cold weather in the UK made it so painful that it decided to end its life early. ”

"Of course, I'll go. Hoffa said.

"Not only to go, but I need you to do me a favor. ”

Joey said through gritted teeth.

"What's the busy?"

"Thunderbirds are very similar to phoenixes, every time they die, it is actually the beginning of a new life. But the only difference from phoenixes is that they will erase their memories and souls before they die, and give birth to a offspring that has nothing to do with them. ”

As he spoke, Joey's eyes firmed.

"I can't communicate directly with it, but you can. You're mentally higher than normal, and no one can stay that long in the magical illusion of a centaur. I want you to help me communicate with Taras once so that it doesn't drain its soul. At the very least, leave a little memory. ”

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect it to be this request.

"Do you want to... Let me have a word with Taras?"

Joey: "yes, I don't want it to forget me, I've been on countless adventures with it for over thirty years, and I wouldn't want it to do it if I could." ”

"Doesn't it understand your mind?" asked Hoffa.

"It understood, but it denied my request, and if I could, I would like to ask you to give it a final try. Joy said.

Hoffa nodded, just talking to the bird, a gesture.

But Hoffa didn't know anything about how to talk to birds, and he didn't know what Joey would do.

The two rode horses and followed the trail one after the other to the glade.

The last time I came was at night, so I couldn't see clearly, but this time it was daytime. Hoffa could see it clearly, but he was also desolate.

The Thunderbird that had saved itself once was no longer good, it was even more unbearable than the last time, and it was basically convex. The skin is gray, extremely thin, and the large and complex skeleton is raised high. Like a fossil with skin, the ground is covered with bird feathers.

When the cold wind blows, its abdominal cavity rises and falls slightly.

It was also distressed to see it like this, and maybe it would be a good thing for him to get rid of it sooner.

Joey took Hoffa to the Thunderbird, the consciousness of the old dragon bell was already blurred, it was unaware of the arrival of the two, Joey gritted his teeth and touched the body of the Thunderbird, paused for a while, and said something in his mouth.

In the air, an inexplicable wave of magic began to flow.

While chanting, Joey took out a knife and cut through the Thunderbird's loose skin.

A drop of blood pooled on Joey's fingertips.

Then, Joey cut off one of his little fingers with a knife.

This action caused Hoffa to gasp, his instep arched, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Depend on!

What the hell does this guy want to do, self-harm without blinking his eyes!?

The blood gushing out of his little finger merged with the blood of the Thunderbird.

An inexplicable wind began to howl.

From a distance of several meters, Hoffa could feel the powerful magical power contained in that drop of blood.

Joey's face was extremely pale, and his hair was yellow, as if he had aged ten years at once.

It was as if he had exhausted all his strength by taking out a drop of blood.

He walked over to Hoffa and took Hoffa's hand.

Kneeling on one knee, he trembled and smeared blood on the back of Hoffa's hand, drawing a mysterious eye pattern with the blood.

Hoffa felt a chill in his body.

Just talking to the birds, as for fighting like this?

After doing all this, Joey was so weak that he almost fainted: "This... It's ancient sacrificial magic that allows you to communicate with the soul that you... Can you ask Taras for me, can I keep some memory? Even if it's a little bit. ”

Hoffa nodded, "Got it." ”

"But you have to remember that before you close your eyes, you must come back, and if you don't see it, don't force it. ”

He didn't understand what he said.

Come back?

Isn't he obviously in the Forbidden Forest, why do you talk like going far away?

Hoffa: "Where the hell do you want me to go?"

"It's a local ....."

Joey hadn't had time to finish his sentence.

Suddenly, the thunderbird on the ground twitched.

Joey shoved Hoffa away and pressed the old bird's beak.

"Old man, let's get started. I'll take good care of you. He said.

The dying ptarmigan stood up with all its might, its head held high, and its six huge wings covered the sky and the sun, and a little bit of the past could be vaguely seen.

It held its head high, its throat throbbing up and down with force.

Eventually, it spat out a slimy egg the size of Hoffa's head.

This blow drained all the strength of the Thunderbird, and it fell to the ground.

When it was dying, it rubbed its head twice beside Joey weakly but affectionately, watching Joey gasp for breath, its dark golden eyes full of reluctance.

Josh knelt beside the bird's beak and stroked its head.

After a few seconds, the big bird stopped breathing.

The golden eyes lost their lustre.

Joey fell to his knees motionless, burying his head in the other's neck.

Hofa, who witnessed all this, was a little sad.

Who said that animals have no feelings, sometimes the feelings between people and animals are sometimes more sincere and simple than the feelings between people and people.

However, before Hoffa could be sentimental for a few seconds, the bloody eye on the back of his hand seemed to be alive. It blinked.

Immediately, Hoffa felt that his eyelids were weighing more than a thousand pounds.

He fell to the ground with a thud, as if someone had pulled his hand hard, and his eyes lost their blackness, leaving only pure white.

An invisible door slammed open, and a strong wind enveloped Hoffa's consciousness.

Then, his consciousness followed the mysterious power through the layers of space.

Countless worlds flashed before his eyes, countless planes brushed and lined up beneath his feet.

It was as if all sides of his body were covered in vintage film films.

In a hazy moment, Hoffa suddenly felt that this should feel a lot like Floo powder, although he had never used Floo powder......

......

......

Finally, when he finished falling, stood on solid ground.

A bone-chilling cold wind blew towards him, as if it could blow him to the point where his divine form was destroyed and nothingness was eliminated.

He shuddered, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and almost wanted to scream in pain.

Soon, though, the meditation of the Milarepa Walker in his body started working automatically, over and over again.

The meditation method was like warm blood pouring into the cold body, resisting the relentless cold wind.

Hoffa's spirit began to condense again and again, and the pain caused by the chill and cold wind gradually disappeared, and finally, he barely opened his eyes.

The first time he saw the place, he was stunned.

In front of you, there is an endless abyss of ice and snow.

Ice blue is the main color here, and cold winds are the only climate here. The slanting snow and ice came from the dark sky and went to the bottomless abyss.

Everything here is hazy and inexplicable.

Hoffa stretched out his hand, and a snowflake fell on his hand, and he saw in this snowflake the image of a boy wearing a crown for his birthday, which lasted for a few seconds and then disappeared as the snowflakes melted.

I watched a few more films, and the pieces were all different.

Every snowflake here represents a memory.

Wiping the snow off his hands, Hoffa looked around with wide eyes.

He was standing on a bridge at the moment.

It is a huge, straight stone bridge.

It comes from an ethereal place and leads to the unknown. And at the end of the other shore stood a huge, vague shadow of an eagle, too large to be described in words.

It looked left and right and leaked a little light, the only light in the abyss.

Hoffa's mouth opened wide, sensing something behind him.

Turning his head to look.

I saw that on the bridge deck behind me, there was a naked eye with a diameter of one meter.

The naked eye floated in the air with some bright red tentacles, and in the pupil of that eye, Hoffa could vaguely see the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

That's where he came from.

Then.

Knowing the sea.

The long-lost system chime sounded again.