Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The birth of Thunderbird temporarily dilutes Hoffa's obsession with breaking through the bottleneck of transfiguration. He takes time every day to help Joey feed Maya. For some reason, he felt very kind 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 in the Forbidden Forest.

In just a week, she had grown to the size of an owl after eating frantically.

But her figure is much slenderer than an owl. It has 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 is not like Taras, with three pairs of wings, it has only two wings. Like a long-tailed eagle falcon.

For this, Joey explained: "Thunderbirds will live a long time. They will have more wings as they age. This is a sign of their maturity and development."

Every day, Hoffa observed Maya while she was eating. He stroked her smooth feathers and pinched her slender bones.

At first, when she was still young, Hoffa could do this.

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

She no longer stayed under Hoffa's palm begging for food, but would stand tall at the top of the tree house. Hoffa could only bring food to her mouth by raising her hand. She is very proud. And smart, she rarely tweets, but she can clearly distinguish her name from Hoffa's intentions.

It stands to reason that the bigger the bird is, the more it will eat. But Joey reduced his feeding to Maya after Thunderbird's feathers became fuller.

At the end of April, when Hoffa came to the forest tree house, he found that Joey did not prepare any food, but was standing at the door fully armed. Maya stood on his shoulder.

"Aren't you fed today?" Hoffa asked.

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

In ancient America, when people there encountered a drought, they would look for thunderbirds and kneel down to pray for it.

If the Thunderbird is in a good mood, it will spread its wings and soar into the sky, wherever it goes, there will be heavy rain falling. A long time ago, a tribe had to depend on it in order to survive. "

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

"Europe does not lack rainwater, why do you bring it here?"

"The first three generations of its owner have died, and the tribes it cared for have been slaughtered by American colonists. If possible, I hope to find a relatively peaceful environment for it.

Then you came to the wrong place, Hoffa thought, this is about to become one of the most chaotic areas in the world.

"Let's go, today is her first hunting alone, so come and take a look." Joey said cheerfully.

The two walked around the Black Lake in tandem, and Hoffa saw a ferocious wild boar screaming and barking in a wooden cage.

Hoffa looked at Joey a little speechlessly, saying good hunting, aren't you just replacing the dead animals you feed with live ones?

Joey shook his shoulder, and the Thunderbird flew out quickly. At this moment, its wingspan was close to two meters. For ordinary birds, it was already very big. But for the former Taras, she was still a small one.

Joey took out his magic wand and waved it, and the wooden cage holding the wild boar suddenly opened.

Maya flew forward, flapped her wings and stretched out her paws, aggressively trying to hunt each other.

But the wild boar was also quite strong and fierce. It turned its head and roared, and its sharp teeth immediately hit Maya's abdomen. Then, it furiously ran against the Thunderbird.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the leaves fell straight down.

The wild boar slammed her against the tree.

Seeing Maya suffer, Hoffa couldn't help but step forward to help it.

Unexpectedly, Joey grabbed Hoffa.

"Don't worry, it's its business."

Hoffa clings to Thunderbird, "Is this...nothing will happen?"

Joey clasped his arms and said calmly: "Thunderbird does not need sympathy or comfort from others. In fact, human comfort and sympathy will only make it weak. What it needs is fighting, the law of nature."

Sure enough, after being hit against a tree, she screamed sharply and flapped her wings fiercely.

The sky darkened suddenly, and just above Hoffa's head, a small, small dark cloud suddenly appeared. The dark clouds gathered together, and then there was a loud crackle.

Lightning with the thickness of his arm almost blinded Hoffa's eyes.

The wild boar was immediately convulsed by electricity, and Maya Fei screamed and grabbed the opponent's throat with a claw.

The strong wild boar did not endure much pain, and after kicking on its four legs a few times, he died on the spot.

After the first hunting was successful, Maya screamed in excitement and flew up to an altitude of about 20 meters, constantly hovering in the air. Lights flashed one after another, and those dark clouds were like her friends, constantly tumbling and deforming around her, turning into various shapes.

Hoffa looked at Thunderbird from a distance and watched her play with the dark clouds at random. He suddenly had a faint enlightenment, and the faint dawn in his heart became brighter.

The scene where the Thunderbird changes the shape of the dark clouds is similar to the scene where Grindelwald changes the terrain!

Hoffa turned his head to look at Joey and asked, "Joy, Thunderbird? Will it be able to transform?"

Joey's smiled face was taken aback, and then he turned his head.

"Transfiguration? What are you talking about, thunderbirds are just magical creatures. Maya doesn't control polymorphism. Dark clouds are attracted to her, that's all."

attract?

Hoffa opened his mouth wide: "What do you mean by attracting it?"

"Those dark clouds are not changed by manipulation, they are changed automatically. Maya just attracted them to her side and played with them. Generally speaking, magical creatures are born with such a mental force field."

Mental force field? Automatically change?

Seeing Thunderbird happily rolling around in the dark clouds, playing with thunder and lightning recklessly, Nasi Mingwu gradually became bigger and bigger in Hoffa's heart.

He began to have a deeper understanding of the nature of deformation.

In this way, Thunderbird did not forcefully change the foreign objects, but changed his mental field to attract the arrival of dark clouds.

He thought of Morgen's words again.

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

Change yourself.

Change yourself! !

Hoffa raised his head suddenly, and the dawn was bright.

An electric light passed through his brain, and the window paper that had puzzled him for a long time was suddenly torn.

Hoffa got it!

He finally understood!

He closed his eyes, and his spirit poured into the ground with magical power. At this moment, he no longer forcibly controls the deformation, but really feels the breath of the earth, truly feels the aspirations of all things, and changes his spiritual field.

At this moment, the meditation ideas of Mirajba travellers finally came in handy, and the keen spirit was magnified.

He heard the whispers of the elements, he saw the great power of the world, and he tried to change himself and merge with them.

At this moment, Hoffa seemed to be on a huge piece of plasticine, and the mud slowly surrounded him, hovering under his feet to form a giant hand like a throne, holding him high.

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

"Boy, what are you doing?"

The ground began to tremble slightly, and the leaves in the forbidden forest fell rustling.

Hoffa rose higher and higher, and he opened his arms and stood in the forbidden forest, laughing.

As he laughed, the ground trembled more severely.

"I understand! I understand!"

Old Joey cursed: "Boy, stop!"

boom!

It was a thick arm that answered him.

This mud-made arm rose from the ground, firmly held Joey, and lifted him into the air.

This is not over yet, countless soils have formed various shapes under Hoffa's feet, and they kneel to the ground like creatures, as if witnessing the birth of a different legend.

Joey furiously said: "What kind of magic is this, let me go!"

"That's it!"

Hoffa laughed happily. He waved his wand without speaking.

Joey fell back to the ground.

At this moment, the bottleneck was broken.

Hoffa's Transfiguration has entered a whole new realm. He no longer needs to forcefully control the magic power and control the deformation. He has entered a realm where the mental force field attracts the opponent to change.

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

He didn't need to recite any spells at all, and he didn't want any flamboyant gestures. He just needs to change himself and accept the environment.

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

Hoffa walked down the high floor step by step, the mud automatically formed a ladder under his feet, and Maya danced around his head and stood on his shoulder.

The huge weight made Hoffa skew, but he still stroked its smooth tail feathers very happily.

Whispered: "Thank you, Maya."

Thunderbird screamed cheerfully and slapped its wings, as if to say, no thanks.