With a flash of thick electric light, one of the plane's propellers burst open. Boom, the firelight flashed in the inky night sky, and then turned into billowing smoke.

Inside a military aircraft. The red alert lights flickered wildly. The plane tilted rapidly after a wild shock, and Miller was startled and hugged Hoffa.

"Skydive!Skydive!!"

Someone shouted like this.

Three pilots dressed as soldiers emerged from the cabin, and they rummaged through the hold. At this moment, the plane was still flying rapidly, but it was clearly out of control, constantly swaying from side to side, as if trying to throw them off their bodies, the shell box in the cabin broke the rope, and Huang Chengcheng's shells were thrown everywhere.

Several pilots found their backpacks, and they rushed to the edge of the cargo hold, frantically banging on the emergency switch on the cabin.

Hoffa hugged Miller's shoulders and shouted at them, "Hey, where are you going?"

Several pilots turned their heads to look at it, and were shocked to see a pair of young boys and girls hugging each other in the corner of the plane, they didn't understand how anyone could run to the military plane transporting artillery shells, but at this moment they didn't need to understand, let alone understand at all. The storm was so terrible that the plane had become a tin coffin in flight, or many of them would die for a second.

The belly door of the cabin slowly opened, and the huge pressure difference caused a sweeping wind, Miller screamed, and hugged Hoffa's waist tightly, and Hoffa was sucked straight out.

The three pilots jumped out of the cabin without looking back, but the storm outside the cabin was too terrible, and a pilot who had just jumped out was swept up by a dozen level winds, flew straight up, and crashed into the tail propeller of the plane, and the screams turned into a pile of flesh and blood before they could make a scream. The other two pilots also rolled in the storm and disappeared, and they were afraid that they would be more than lucky to open their parachutes in such a violent storm.

Seeing this scene, Hoffa gasped, grabbed the grip on the edge of the cabin, held Miller in one hand, and fixed them in the plane.

The lightning and thunderous rain instantly soaked Hoffa's body, and in the violent swaying, the shells in the plane were thrown into a mess.

Several boxes of tumbling shells were smashed at Miller in the tumble, and Hoffa held Miller in one hand and shouted "Shield! Miller!!"

Miller hugged Hoffa's waist with one hand and held up the shield charm with the other. The tumbling shell box hit the shield and roared in both directions. Miller looked up in the rain and shields, and scolded, "What are you thinking!?"

It's not that Hoffa doesn't want to become a thunderbird, and at this moment he has only one option left. It's just that he still has his sanity and knows that the Pacific Ocean is huge, and he can't have so much magic to turn into a thunderbird and take Miller across the entire Pacific Ocean, at least, he needs a place to stay.

At this point, he went to the wooden base under the engine room, which was used to stack the shell boxes, and looked solid.

"Take the wooden base, and we'll go," Hoffa whispered in Miller's ear.

Miller glanced at the base on the ground, which was now being weighed down by the heavy shell box, although the shell box was tumbling and slipping out of the cabin, but it couldn't all slip away for a while, and it definitely couldn't be dragged away.

"Divided!"

Miller reached out and pointed.

Suddenly, all the ropes that bound the box broke.

The box rolled wildly under the tumble of the plane.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

Miller pointed again, and suddenly, under the effect of the Super Levitation Charm, all the tumbling shell boxes in the cabin floated, and they left the wooden base. Floating and tumbling in the cabin, like a meteorite in space, looks even more terrifying.

But the wooden base was empty, and Hoffa held Miller with one hand and pulled the gripper on the cabin with the other, and struggled forward in the inclined plane, while Miller held Hoffa in one hand and a shield in the other, like an umbrella, to prevent the raindrops of shells from hitting them.

Finally, Hoffa came to the wooden base, he let go of his hand, grabbed the wooden base, turned his head, and rushed out of the cabin.

Walking in the direction of pressure, Hoffa flew out of the cabin almost like a wooden shelf. The wind was blowing, howling and screaming so much that he could barely hear anything. In the pitch-black thunderclouds, his body quickly enlarged, and finally turned into a huge creature more than ten meters long.

It's huge, but it's still very small in a storm like this. Fortunately, the strength of the Thunderbird allowed Hoffa to quickly adapt to his surroundings, grasping the wooden frame with one paw and Miller with the other, and galloping forward with the swift flickering of his wings in the rainstorm.

Suddenly, the storm seemed to stop.

Hoffa, who had turned into a thunderbird, was stunned and paused.

Not far away, a loud boom was heard.

The uncontrolled plane crashed head-on into the sea.

Huge explosions followed, first the plane, then the shells in the plane, one after another, and the intense light of the fire quickly tore through the darkness, allowing Miller and Hoffa to see the surrounding scene clearly.

They were in the eye of a great storm, and in all directions there was a black hurricane that swirled wildly, like a huge wall, connecting the sky and the sea, churning the waves and air, and making dull breaths.

Big, it's too big!

The planet was alive, and this almost miraculous terrifying energy made Miller tremble and stand up from Hoffa's claws, looking at the storm in front of him, hugging Hoffa's claws, as if this was the only way to gain a sense of security.

Hoffa's mood was no better than Miller's, the storm was much bigger than he had imagined, and now he was in the eye of the storm, and if he was to fly out, he would have to be halfway there.

In front of such a giant creation with a diameter of nearly 1,000 kilometers, he was not sure if he could do it. However, the eye of the storm can't escape, and the longer it drags on, the faster his mana level will drop.

He let out a thunderous bird's call, retracted his paws, and hid Miller among his feathers, and then, without looking back, flew forward, crashing headlong into the dark storm wall.

The Thunderbird flies fast, not inferior to Muggle planes at all, and is not affected by storms in the slightest, and even flies faster in storms. But the more Hoffa flew, the more uneasy he became, and the more he flew, the more uneasy he became. Because his mental force field told him that he was still far away from the outer layers of the storm, far, far away.

The wind was not so strong when he first left the eye of the storm, and the more he flew to the edge, the stronger the wind became, and for ten minutes, Hoffa did not fly out of the storm, and for twenty minutes, Hoffa had not flown out of the storm, but at this time Hoffa's magic was running out, and after another ten minutes, Hoffa's magic power was completely exhausted, and at this moment, they came to the very edge of the hurricane, and the place where the wind was the strongest.

Unable to maintain his Thunderbird form any longer, Hoffa had to fall towards the surface, and with a thud of water, he fell into the sea with Miller and the wooden shelf. The huge waves on the surface of the sea were monstrous, and the pitch-black waters of the Pacific Ocean were dancing wildly under the action of the storm, and the moment Hoffa fell, the huge waves directly gave him a blow to Ma Wei! The nearly fifteen-meter-high wave mercilessly smashed down and slammed on Hoffa's head.

The wooden shelf was directly slapped up, and Hoffa's eyes were full of stars, and this was not the end, he was just slapped vertically, and immediately a wave rushed over, and the wave came fast and ruthlessly, and it directly threw Miller and Hoffa from the sea.

"Hoffa!!" Miller screamed, "My."

He didn't know what to say, but a large mouthful of sea water poured into his mouth, blocking his room to speak.

Hoffa didn't have much strength at the moment, and his whole body was covered in water, so his hand slipped, and Miller, who was grasping in the palm of his hand, came out of his hand and was smashed into the sea water of unknown place, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa was shocked! His brain buzzed! His heart stopped beating!

It's been a long time since he's been so flustered, noisy and noisy, but if something happens to Miller in front of him, he doesn't know how to accept it.

"Miller!!!" he shouted.

The sound was completely drowned out by the storm and the waves.

Hoffa was frightened and thought, "Absolutely not!"

Don't do that, what I think can't come true.

Hoffa cleared all the distractions from his mind.

He took a deep breath and plunged into the tumbling water. Close your eyes and put all your energy into perception. Finally, he noticed that under the surface of the sea not far away, in the dark and deep waters, someone was tumbling and falling.

Hoffa kicked hard into the water and paddled towards the figure.

In the tumbling waters, Hoffa swam extremely slowly, and at this moment, he only hated his Animagus for not being a whale. The tremendous pressure of the water and the bottomless waters made his heart palpitate, and his heart was beating with terrification. It took nearly ten minutes for him to barely get close to the figure.

Miller was now wearing a bubble on his head and was floating in the sea, swinging his arms constantly. Seeing Miller protect himself with the Bubble Head Charm, Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. He swam to Miller and stopped. Miller held out his hand to him, and Hoffa grabbed Miller in the sea, kicking his legs and swimming again.

With the sound of water, Hoffa and Miller raised their heads in the midst of the huge spray, the wind and rain continued to roar, Miller touched Hoffa's face and cast a bubble head charm on his head to stop choking on the sea.

Hoffa didn't speak, just hugged Miller, looking at the surging sea wall around him, at this moment, they were so small. Miller hugged Hoffa's back, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth.

The two hugged in the sea, trembling with the ups and downs of the huge waves.

I don't know how long it took for the storm to slowly leave the sea and move on to other places.

Exhausted by the water's fluctuations, Hoffa pulled Miller and swam to the place where the wooden shelf floated. The wooden shelf was washed far away, and when Hoffa had just climbed onto it, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

I don't know how long it has been.

Hofa slowly woke up from his extreme exhaustion.

In a trance, he felt someone touching his face, and something soft was pillowing under his head.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a soft face, her short hair, worried eyes, and a familiar expression.

"Hoffa." She shouted.

"Miranda"

Hoffa replied softly.

"I'm here, Hoffa, I'm here. ”

The girl stroked her face and whispered.

"Hmm"

A dazed Hoffa tilted his head, and he saw the sea water around him, the girl's knees and waist. Memories slowly welled up in my mind. Airplanes, hurricanes, waves, and, of course, Miller.

As his vision became clearer, Hoffa suddenly remembered his mission and mission. So he suddenly turned over and sat up on the shelf, but as soon as he sat up, he was dizzy, lying on the side of the shelf, and opened his mouth to vomit a large stream of salty seawater.

Miller just wanted to scold Hoffa, but seeing him like this, he kept stroking his back.

After vomiting for a long time, until he emptied all the contents of his stomach, Hoffa felt better.

Turning his head to look again, the hazy Miranda had disappeared, replaced by Miller's scathing and dissatisfied expression.

Hofa turned pale and gasped, "How long have I been asleep?"

"One day. ”

Miller said.

One day, Hoffa was anxious.

I don't know how far the news from New York has spread.

I don't know if Sylby reacted.

Of course, Miller didn't care about this, he complained: "I told you not to worry, you have to hurry." Now it's okay, you can say what to do. ”

Hofa looked at the endless sea in all directions, and muttered with a pale face: "Water, fresh water, we can't live for a few days without fresh water." ”

"Without me, you're going to die sooner or later. Miller said disgustedly.

After speaking, he knelt on the deck and bowed his palms, "The clear spring is like water." ”

The Clear Water Spell quickly gathered a ball of clear water in his palm, and Hoffa couldn't wait to bury his head in Miller's palm and drank it with a grunt. After drinking more than a dozen sips in a row and filling himself with water, he wiped his mouth and let out a long breath.

Miller wiped his hand on Hoffa's body in disgust and said, "With the water and the food, how many days can you live?"

"Ten days," Hoffa said.

"Ten days, hmph, let you wait two days and you don't wait, you don't have to wait for this time to leave, now it's okay! Why are they all Robinson!" Miller complained.

Hoffa looked at the small plank beneath him and smiled bitterly.

"You're still laughing, it's really yours, and I don't know where you are now. Robinson still has an island and supplies, so let's just have a plank and wait for you to die!"

Miller rebuked. After scolding, he hugged his arms and sulked on the side.

"That can't be helped," said Hoffa, looking at the position of the sun and roughly determining the direction, "only to turn into a thunderbird and fly away." ”

"You're so good, flying across the Pacific, the Ministry of Magic is going to give you the Order of Merlin. The first ever Animagus to cross the Pacific!" Miller sneered as he crossed his arms.

"If you can't fly once, take turns flying, isn't there a plank, you take the plank with you when I fly, and when I'm tired of flying, I rest on the plank. Hoffa said.

"You're really a birdman, and the geese don't even have their own planks. ”

Miller sarcastically said.

"Okay, don't talk about it, let me rest first. Hoffa said.

He was on a wooden shelf, cross-legged and began to meditate to restore his magic.

(End of chapter)