Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The spring of 1939 bloomed as scheduled. Outside the castle, the dark blue mountains were covered with a layer of purple sky, and the edges of the sky were inlaid with pink clouds.

Some little wizards often run across the mountains and plains, flying magical kites that don't require a thread into the sky. Or playing a game of catching a frisbee on the grass.

Their happiness has nothing to do with Hoffa, and Hoffa has encountered an unprecedented huge problem.

He has no way to conquer Grindelwald's Transfiguration Curse.

There is absolutely no way.

He was originally very good at Transfiguration, and he could even transform the wand into various fantasy forms at will.

But he didn't know how to deal with this transformation technique.

He practiced hard, almost day and night.

Practice while eating, practice before going to bed, practice while in class, and even practice while going to the bathroom.

He figured out Grindelwald's spellcasting movements, his spirit flowed. Various details.

But no matter how he tried, the transformation spell was the same as locked.

After a long period of painful practice, he can indeed make a little change, but that kind of change is futile and reluctant.

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

Of course, Hoffa also knows the magic of metamorphosis, and he tries hard to understand the soil and the earth with spirit. However, no matter how he understands it, the changes that can be triggered are limited.

He encountered a big bottleneck.

The bottleneck of transfiguration.

This time, even Milarepa's meditation thoughts could not help him analyze magic.

As time passed day by day, bright spring began to wrap up the entire school. The grass outside the window was covered with heather flowers.

But Hoffa's condition began to get worse.

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

All the pressures added up, this was something that Hoffa had never met before.

He became anxious, insomnia, nightmares, and even had symptoms of nausea. He even started to enjoy the food that the school has always attracted him.

The corner of his mouth got a blister from getting angry, and he had to go to Dr. Rainer to get some medicine every day.

He also received treatment with some senior Hogwarts graduating students. Each of them was shocked when they saw Hoffa. They didn't understand why an 11-year-old first-year student had similar symptoms to them.

He spends his time in the library every day.

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

Hoffa had thought about giving up, but thinking of what Miller said to him that night, he immediately dispelled the idea of ​​giving up. This was a battle to put his beliefs on, and he didn't want to shrink back in the slightest.

March is over, and April is gradually approaching.

During dinner on this day, Hoffa was in a terrible state.

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

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

Is Grindelwald such a genius?

But at this moment, Miranda began to doubt Hoffa's erratic whereabouts.

In the month since Hoffa started learning Broken Grip, he has barely been alone with Miranda. At Ravenclaw's dinner table in the evening, she looked at Hoffa with dark circles under her eyes 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 his eyes slowly returned to focus.

Is this guy mocking himself?

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

What Miller said to himself that night followed like a demon, and the boundary between Miranda and Miller began to blur at this moment.

Miranda lowered her head and smiled: "Do you have any difficulties, do you need my help?"

These words were like the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, and he seemed to see that the giant shark opened a big mouth to himself that night. The anxiety of so many days seems to have found a catharsis.

Hoffa looked up coldly and said dryly: "I don't need help from a madman."

Miranda's mouth grew wide, and Hoffa was inconceivable, as if he had known him on the first day.

The expression was like a long-lasting faded porcelain doll. She lost all her brilliance and became a bit hideous and terrifying.

In the restaurant, inexplicable magical fluctuations spread like ripples. The weather on the ceiling of the auditorium changed suddenly. All the students raised their heads in exclamation.

The fork of Hoffa's finger suddenly deformed and bent, as if the fork was made of wax.

Aglea, who was wary on the side, suddenly felt something was wrong, and Miranda slowly stood up. She leaped forward and put her arms around Miranda's neck.

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

Miranda still stared at Hoffa, but after being hugged by Aglaia, the face of the old porcelain doll returned to blood. Slowly becoming normal, she stared and said numbly: "What good news?"

"The good news is that I will also participate in the Quidditch finals this year."

Miranda: "Really? What day."

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

(She hugged Miranda's neck tightly, her arms trembled slightly)

Miranda: "Did you start training so early?"

"Yes." Aglaia blinked at Hoffa, motioning for him to leave quickly.

Aglaia: "There are a few friendly matches and so on, but it doesn't matter. You will all watch the finals."

Hoffa silently put down the deformed fork, he knew that Aglaia was helping himself. The situation is a bit out of control, which is not his normal state at all.

He took a few deep breaths.

"I go."

After speaking, he turned his head and quickly left Ravenclaw's table without saying a word.

The pace went faster and faster, from a trot all the way to a big stride.

Finally, when he strode to the hunting ground, he held the corner of the castle at once. His face was pale, and his stomach was churning.

The anxiety reached its peak for so many days. When Miranda just revealed his magic power, he almost lost his calm and restraint.

Cross-legged on the ground.

Hoffa keeps running meditations, keeps running.

Finally, he barely stabilized his state.

He encountered a bottleneck in life.

How can we break through the bottleneck of ourselves.

Hoffa didn't know how his transfiguration could take it to the next level.

It is not advisable to give up, Hoffa straightened up. But just when he was about to go back and continue to find the way to crack, the voice of Bo Bo Bo came from the green hunting grounds of the Forbidden Forest.

Hoffa looked up and saw a small pink chocobo from far to near. It has a big beak and green wings. Looks very cute.

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

The sound that resembled a bubble burst just now was left by the bird when it teleported.

This is a dodo bird. It is a bird that can't fly but can teleport.

Hoffa was taken aback. It was the young Dodo that he had saved with Joey in the Forbidden Forest. Half a year later, has it grown up?

Hoffa wondered why the Dodo came to the hunting ground, and the pink head of that Dodo turned and locked Hoffa in the corner.

It bounced happily twice, and then flashed to Hoffa's side with two pops.

It bit Hoffa's trouser leg, threw a letter at Hoffa's foot, and then rubbed it affectionately against Hoffa's leg.

It turned out to be a messenger.

Hoffa touched the bird's head pale, and muttered, "Are you also laughing at me?"

The Dodo did not speak, only a bang flashed on Hoffa's head and pecked his hair.

Helpless, Hoffa picked up the letter on the ground and took a look.

There are only a few typography.

"Thank you very much for your weather blanket, Hoffa. Maya is about to be born. Without your help, she wouldn't be so healthy. I don't want you to miss its Nirvana. If you can, please come to the tree house-Joey. "

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

Hoffa slowly raised his head.

These days, I am busy learning polymorphism, and my mentality is anxious. I have forgotten the weather blanket I gave Joey on Christmas.

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

Thunderbird, that is a rarer creature than fire dragon. No matter how busy he is, he doesn't want to miss this scene.

He hurriedly walked to the Forbidden Forest. The Dodo flickered from Hoffa's head, leading the way. It was very fast, and he would stop and wait for Hoffa from time to time.

Passing through the sunny pastures, Hoffa came to Joey's tree house, where he found that it was piled up with severed oak stumps.

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

Joey was packing a tin bucket on the tree house at the moment, and saw Hoffa coming. He immediately threw a ladder to Hoffa on the tree house.

"Come up quickly."

He is beaming today, blushing.

Hoffa climbed up the tree house and hurried into the room with Joey.

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

Hoffa could see thick clouds on the weather blanket he bought. Thunder and lightning add up.

The eggshell rattled, and Joey handed him the glasses without Hoffado reminding him.

Hoffa put on his glasses.

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

The embryo soaked in the blue substance writhed around inside the eggshell, trying to find a comfortable posture, but did not find it for a long time. It decided not to stay in the eggshell.

So it sharply raised its head and pecked.

"Good job." In Joey's surprise cry, it stuck out a sharp gray beak.

Hoffa quickly moved the chair away, and the ionized air in the weather blanket made Hoffa's hair stand up electrically.

Click!

A small nail stepped open the eggshell.

Boom.

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

The creatures in the eggshell made a pleasant squeak.

Then, it directly pushed away the eggshell and popped out.

This is a wrinkled, gray bird, not much different from a normal baby bird. It's just that the head is slightly bigger, and the feet are bigger.

As soon as it was born, it yelled several times at the nearest Hoffa.

The boss with a gray mouth.

The weak electric current crackled and exploded on Hoffa's face, making his scalp numb, and he shrank back subconsciously.

Joey thrust a square box into Hoffa's arms.

"Quickly, feed it."

Hoffa saw that the box was full of fat oak maggots.

It turns out that old Joey cut down those trees to get the bugs in the trees.

"Squeak!"

Smelling it, Maya screamed even more happily, she was hungry.

Hoffa grabbed a soft worm and stuffed it in its mouth.

Patter. The gray bird's beak closes up and down.

The oak worm disappeared before struggling.

"Squeak."

Maya ate one, but screamed even more hungry.

Hoffa quickly caught another insect.

This cycle was repeated ten times, and Maya ate ten insects. It doesn't mean to be full.

It always opens its mouth just after it has finished one.

One more one, and opened his mouth again.

It seems that you will never be full.

"How much is it going to eat?" Hoffa was surprised.

He had just fed 10 worms, and the ten worms were piled up and they were bigger than the two young birds.

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

"It's a thunderbird. It has a huge appetite. You feed, I'll get new food."

After speaking, he crawled downstairs. After a while, he came up with a huge iron bucket. The bucket was filled with various foods, including fresh meat, fish and shrimp, and even scorpions.

Hoffa was startled. He threw the insects into Thunderbird's beak one by one, faster and faster.

That little guy turned out to be non-stop.

Finally, Hoffa poured the box over and poured the worms into its mouth as if it were trash.

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

In surprise, Hoffa grabbed the red glasses on the side and carefully observed its body. It was curious about where the creature had eaten.

After fluoroscopy, he discovered that this little guy actually had three hearts, which were beating each other regularly, like extremely precise machines.

The blood in its whole body rushed like an electric current, and the food was quickly digested and cleaned as it flowed.

Just as he was amazed, Old Joey gruffly put the scorpion bucket on the table and said:

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

Hoffa looked at the black scorpions crawling around in the tin bucket, and he had a lingering fear and said, "Is this thing really edible?"

Joey threw a dragon leather glove to Hoffa:

"What is a scorpion? When it grows up, it is the top predator of the American continent. It can eat anything. Hurry up and feed it. This is the best time to become its friend. When it grows up, you can please it. It’s not that easy anymore."

Sure enough, Hoffa took out a fat black scorpion.

The lower strip was placed near the mouthparts of the young bird.

The scorpion struggled frantically.

The tail is tangled in disorder.

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

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

It looked like Hoffa was hungry.

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

It paced contentedly in the weather blanket. I don't know if it was Hoffa's illusion. The bird was already a circle bigger than it was when it was born.

Hoffa tried to touch the chubby little bald bird. It didn't resist too much, but gave Hoffa a little displeased. As if saying, hate, don't touch me!

So proud, who just fed you for so long?

Hoffa stabbed Maya in the belly dissatisfied with his finger, a faint electric current snapped through, and Hoffa twitched.

Just then Joey who cleaned up the **** came back. He also wanted to tease Talas, but he just put his hand on Talas's forehead.

The dark clouds in the sky on the weather blanket cast a thick lightning bolt, which hit Joey's hand. This one is far more fierce than that of Dhoffa.

His hair stood up high, but he couldn't help laughing.

Seeing him so happy, Hoffa couldn't help but remark, "Do you still miss Taras?"

Joey smiled and shook his head: "I figured it out clearly. Taras told me to put down my obsession and enjoy the present. I should do this."

Hoffa was stunned for a while watching the young ptarmigan jumping around on the blanket.

For some reason, he saw a ray of dawn-like dawn from the opponent, even though the ray of dawn was very faint.