A sword

Slash down!

Cut through the darkness.

Like the dawn comes, the dawn breaks.

Light up the world!

His mental force field controlled the entire Astronomy Tower.

Hoffa walked through the layers of consciousness and returned to the real world.

Everything was the same, except for Miranda, who fell to the ground.

A black aura barely stood in front of her, and Miller and its spiritual force field were completely split in half.

Under Hoffa's mental force field, it was almost unsteady on its feet.

"That'...... What kind of magic is that?" Miller roared in terror.

Hoffa tilted his head and whispered, "That's not magic. ”

With that, he raised his hand and clenched his fist.

Bang!

The mental force field scattered Miller in one blow.

The black gas dissipated.

On the observatory, I saw Miranda clutching her chest, falling to the ground, stumbling back, staring at Hoffa.

It's like looking at something you don't understand at all.

Hoffa calmly looked at Miranda in front of him.

He put away his wand and strode over to the other party.

"Don't come! Don't come!" Miranda looked at Hoffa in horror.

Hoffa walked up to her, got down on one knee, and looked at Miranda face to face. Then, he cupped the other person's face and looked directly into Miranda's brown eyes. Whispered, "I see, you should have told me a long time ago." ”

"What's the use of telling you, do you understand?" Miranda snapped. "Life experiences are different, and you can't understand anything. ”

Hoffa: "I'm not really smart, I'm just a normal guy in Ravenclaw, but I can relate to your pain. ”

"You can't, Hoffa Bach!" Miranda shook her head vigorously and kicked her legs back, "you don't understand anything, you only have yourself in your heart." ”

She shook her head, trying to break free of Hoffa's grasp.

"Yes, but even so, I have to say, I understand. ”

Hoffa took a deep breath, held the other man's face firmly, and said, "The dark past overwhelms you, but the terrible future also scares me.

Throughout the year, I lived in the shadow of war, in fear and worry about the future. I'm restless, I'm restless, I'm urgent, I'm even angry. ”

"Closed ...... Mouth .....!"

Miranda didn't move, she yelled.

Hoffa pursed his lips.

"But that's not right, it's not right at all. ”

"Shut up! Miranda's voice was already pleading.

Hoffa looked directly at Miranda: "Man is an animal that lives in the present, we live in the present, we live in the present. No matter how terrible the future is, no matter how dark the past is, life is still life. Miranda, the past is not a reason for you to give up on yourself and give up on life. ”

Miranda was speechless, her body was shaking, but she gritted her teeth and said.

"It's nothing to do with you......"

"And what if I say it matters?"

Miranda's chest rose and fell violently, staring at Hoffa. "You're right, my security guard is indeed withdrawn, and indeed sees his friends differently than you. But that doesn't mean I don't have feelings, and it doesn't mean that I never treat you as a friend. ”

Hoffa's eyes were slightly red and he smiled: "Friends are like family, and sometimes they don't have a choice. We were already friends when you let me in the train on the train, didn't we?"

The two looked at each other from a distance.

The furious and murderous magical energy in the air gradually subsided, and the fluttering dust settled.

Hoffa spread out his hands and said sincerely, "I'm here now, isn't that enough?"

There was a moment of silence.

Miranda couldn't help it, she bit her lip and her expression went out of control.

Finally, she covered her face and cried bitterly: "Hoffa..... What should I do?

"It's okay, it's okay, tell me!" Hoffa held Miranda's face firmly.

"It's not your fault, tell me, where are those dark wizards, what is Grindelwald's plan?

"I ...... I let them in through the secret passage. ”

Miranda choked up, "I'll send them to the Quidditch arena and use the Poison Leopard." ”

"Dumbledore, will Dumbledore stop them?"

Miranda shook her head and wept bitterly, "It's late, I stole Slughorn's Sleeping Potion, tricked him into drinking it, and now, he can't wake up." No one can stop Rutrov. ”

Hofa's body instantly froze, and he quickly stood up and looked at the Quidditch arena in the distance.

Sure enough, a thick gray fog had spread.

The Quidditch pitch is out of control.

What to do?

Is it too late!

No, there must be some way.

Hoffa turned his head, walked quickly to the weeping Miranda, and pulled her up.

"Can you still go?"

"But.... Yes!"

"Go. "Go to Slughorn's office, find the antidote, and go to the Quidditch pitch." Wake up Dumbledore, I'll go to the Quidditch arena and get those people out. ”

"What are you going to do?" Miranda stopped crying, her lips turned white.

"Leave me alone, do your own thing, hurry up!"

Hofa pushed Miranda's shoulder, she looked at Hoffa in a daze, and finally, she nodded slightly, turned around and covered her mouth and ran away quickly.

Right now.

Hoffa stood alone on the observatory.

He pondered what to do.

He had to do something, do something to change all that.

He looked at the Quidditch pitch in the distance, there were so many people, what was he going to do? If he didn't take countermeasures in time, death was inevitable.

Think of what Indor had said to herself.

The weakness of the poison pouch leopard's poison gas is water.

I need water.

Deliver them with water.

But how do I get there?

Do you want to run over there?

It's too slow.

Fly over?

That's right, broomsticks!

I don't have a broomstick.

Flying Spell?

No, it won't.

Even if I did, I don't have a talent for flying!

Hoffa gritted his teeth. Muttering.

At this moment, he entered a magical meditative state, and his mind became more and more focused and sharp.

I have to fly, there must be some way!

There must be some way.

The past came back to him.

Everything he had learned this semester flashed through his mind.

A bold and crazy plan was born!

Fly!

Hoffa looked up at the sky, his lips white.

I'm going to fly over!

After a lifetime of thoughts, the spiritual force field changed abruptly!

In the sky, a trace of clouds suddenly began to gather.

"I'm going to fly over!!"

Hoffa raised his head to the sky and roared.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to change his environment, he wanted to pursue something.

That thing doesn't exist in the past, it doesn't exist in the future.

Only exist in the present moment.

He thought of Morgen's words----- through magic, going back and forth between subject and object, and the most difficult thing is not to understand the object of the object, but to understand oneself deeply. A person who cannot dissect himself deeply cannot become a true master of transformation.

In the sky, dark clouds slowly thickened, and the golden tattoo on his arm grew little by little, gradually covering his whole body.

He closed his eyes, his mind completely immersed in his own flesh.

Hoffa said softly.

"I know myself well enough. ”

In the sky, a large number of dark clouds began to gather. Thunder and gloom. The climate is starting to become extremely anomalous.

"I know myself well enough!"

Hoffa opened his eyes suddenly, tilted his head and said loudly.

In the rolling dark clouds, a thick blue lightning bolt slashed down, as if in response to his determination.

The magic surged through him. It was pumped dry in an instant.

Without hesitation, Hoffa took out the mana recovery potion and poured it down.

The potion turned into magic in his mouth, and before he could absorb it, it was drained clean by Transfiguration.

One tube is not enough!

Hoffa opened another tube of potion and swallowed it with his head up.

Between the incessant swallowing of the potion, the surging magic flowed wildly through his body.

Hoffa's body changed, and the muscles began to swell under the operation of the magic.

The bones reassemble and the muscle fibers begin to elongate. Lines of gold grew wildly on him, and finally converged in his eyes.

He raised his head with an extremely hideous expression, his thighs bent, tendons elongated, and his fingers hooked. The pale beak stretched out of Hoffa's lips.

Click!

Click!

Another pair of bones appeared on Hoffa's back.

It thus stretched out of the shoulder blades and was several meters long. But that's not enough, it's not enough to fly...... Something is missing.

In the lightning and thunder, Hoffa's spirit was amplified to the extreme, and the boundless pain and boundless beastliness were very boiling in his brain. He couldn't hold it back at all.

He turned into a crumpled monster, bare, without a single feather.

Something missing!

He hissed as he looked up to the sky, "I'm familiar enough! Why?"

Suddenly, there was a soft chirp in the distance.

A two-winged bird spreads its wings like lightning from far to near, and it spreads its wings and flies high.

There was anxiety and excitement in the voice!

It's Maya.

It soars high in the sky, and lightning chases around its body. It was wrapped in lightning and landed on Hoffa's shoulder.

A thunderbolt of blue struck the observatory from the sky.

The dark sky was lightning and thunder, but in the midst of the incomparably large power of thunder and lightning, Hoffa felt a trace of closeness.

It came from Maya, on the shoulder, and the fellow whispered to him with pure spirit: "Remember your goal." ”

Target.

Finally, Hoffa remembered what Dumbledore had said in the first Transfiguration lesson.

Take the inner purpose as the beacon and the fraternity and tolerance as the guide. Only then can you maintain yourself in the complex process of transformation.

Hoffa woke up again, and instead of forcibly manipulating change, he let the magic work naturally. Guiding the surroundings. The boiling magic echoed the lightning in the sky, and at this moment, he seemed to merge with the thunder and lightning.

In the sky, dark clouds were thick.

Hoffa's skull was deformed in the lightning, his eyes turned a sharp yellow, countless tiny hairs covered his body, and huge and gorgeous feathers grew from all corners of his body.

His arms turned into giant wings, and his legs turned into sharp hooks.

The beak of the bird is huge and sharp, and the feathers shine blue.

Accompanied by a melodious chirp from Maya.

On the high platform, Hoffa spread his wings. He turned into a giant two-winged thunderbird.

In the midst of his ecstatic screams.

Torrential rain poured down.