Chapter 35: Chapter 35

Soon, the chick recovered under the care of Hoffa and Joey.

The dodo is an animal that lives in the moment. In just one night, it forgets the horror of being exterminated. It should eat and sleep.

However, Hoffa couldn't do the same.

His quality of life is declining.

It is not so easy to change back to a student that no one pays attention to and get rid of one's bad records.

Every day, in addition to studying and doing homework normally, Hoffa also wanders in the forest to collect herbs. More often, he would patrol the edge of the Forbidden Forest to check the living conditions of various magical animals in the Forbidden Forest.

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

There is a morat that looks like a mouse and grows by the lake. Loves to eat crustaceans and has anemone-like tumors on its back. Hoffa needs to collect these tumors and supply them to the school hospital.

There are Humeizi who always appear in groups. They are small humanoid creatures that look like fairies, but they have many hands and legs, black hair all over, and thick beetle-like wings.

Hoffa wants to collect their nails as medicinal materials for potions class.

(These are the creatures that Hoffa hates the most, they don't do much harm, but they are always flying around and buzzing over your head, like the mosquitoes on the side of the grass in summer.

Once, Hoffa saw two foxes mating on top of his head on purpose. He was so angry that he tore the two pairs apart and hung them on the branches. )

Although Hu Meizi is annoying, she is not considered dangerous.

It's different with the diabolical bird, a good-looking bird with colorful plumage in orange, lime green, and yellow. But its sound can drive people crazy.

And Hoffa wants to collect their feathers, because their feathers are the material for the school teacher's quill.

During the collection process, Hoffa almost ran away because of the annoying singing several times, and shot randomly with his wand. Fortunately, Joey blocked his ears in time.

The only creature that Hoffa finds less annoying is the moonbeast.

They have big eyes, chubby bodies and big feet. They are shy by nature and like remote and uninhabited places. They usually come out of their caves to bathe in the moonlight at night when the full moon is full. They stand up on their hind legs and dance on the ground. Leave behind intricate patterns that will mislead future generations of Muggles into thinking UFOs are making crop circles.

Of course, this cute creature couldn't cure Hoffa's bad mood of working, because the reason Hoffa came into contact with them was to collect their feces. Their feces are high-quality fertilizers, which can be collected and sprinkled on magic plants, so that Make plants grow fast and strong.

It was not a very pleasant job, and every time he collected this thing, he became more and more dissatisfied with Indra in his heart.

After this guy cheated himself, he left without saying a word, leaving himself in Hogwarts to work as a coolie, which is really interesting.

In addition to work and life, Hoffa also pays attention to the information of the outside world.

Every time Miranda's Daily Prophet came, he would go over to have a look.

He wanted to see news that people had captured the three dark wizards.

It's a pity that the Hogsmeade incident continued to simmer, but no one found any trace of Schmidt Rutrov.

It was as if he had evaporated.

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

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October gradually passed, and the damp cold permeated around the Forbidden Forest. The weather began to turn cold, and Hoffa's working time in the Forbidden Forest was coming to an end.

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

It was Hoffa and Joey.

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

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

Patrolling on horseback is not a good job. After the initial novelty wears off, Hoffa often suffers from bumps on his buttocks, skin on his crotch, and he can't keep his legs together when he walks.

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

Of course, the premise is that Joey can get a good grade or higher on Hoffa's scoring list.

Hoffa has no doubts about this. After all, we have been together for a month. The relationship between the two is pretty good.

But today, on the last day of the two's cooperative patrol, Joey's condition was very bad.

I saw him walking in front of the horses with blank eyes, bending down mechanically from time to time to grab some plants and throwing them into the bag, as numb as a marionette.

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

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

"Ummmmm"

Joey answered absent-mindedly, pulled up a few weeds and threw them into the bag.

Hoffa on the horse frowned slightly.

"Then... is your rating excellent?"

"Hmmmmm."

Joey was still uninspired and answered perfunctorily.

Hoffa no longer tried, he stopped Joey with his horse.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Joey hesitated for a while before slowly asking: "Taras is going to die, would you like to give it a ride with me?"

"What?"

Hearing the news suddenly, Hoffa was moved.

Taras, that old Thunderbird is dying? He still remembered that one night a month ago, that Thunderbird had helped him block the centaur's arrows and saved himself once.

When working this month, Joey will take Hoffa to the Forbidden Forest to look after Thunderbird every few days. After the first surprise, he gradually got used to this big guy.

It has a good temper, but basically does not move, neither eat nor drink. It is too old and too weak.

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

Joy: "The cold weather in the UK made it so miserable that it decided to take its own life early."

"Sure, I'll go," Hoffa said.

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

Joey suddenly made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said.

"What's busy?"

"Thunderbirds are very similar to phoenixes. Every time they die, they are 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 child that has nothing to do with them. Descendants."

As he said that, Joey's eyes became firmer.

"I can't communicate with it directly, but you can. Your spirit is higher than ordinary people, and no one can last so long in the magical illusion of the centaur. I hope you can help me communicate with Taras once, so that It doesn't want to erase its own soul. At least, leave a little memory."

Hoffa froze for a moment, he didn't expect this request.

"You want... me to speak to Taras?"

Joey: "Yes, I don't want it to forget me. For more than 30 years, I have experienced countless adventures with it. If possible, I don't want it to do so."

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

"It understands, but it rejected my request. If possible, I would like to ask you to give it a try." Joey said.

Hoffa nodded, just talking to the bird was a little effort.

But Hoffa knew nothing about how to talk to birds, and he didn't know what method Joey would use.

The two rode their horses and came to the glade along the path one after the other.

The last time I came was at night and I couldn't see clearly, this time it was during the day. Hoffa could see clearly, but also felt desolate.

The Thunderbird that had saved him once was no longer good. It was in a worse state than last time, and it was basically convex. The skin of the whole body is gray and white, extremely thin, and the thick and complex skeleton is high and protruding. Like a pair of skinned fossils, the ground is covered with bird feathers.

As the cold wind blew, its abdominal cavity rose and fell slightly.

Hoffa felt distressed seeing it like this, maybe it would be a good thing for him to get rid of it earlier.

Joey led Hoffa towards the Thunderbird. The old Thunderbird's consciousness was already blurred, and it didn't notice the arrival of the two of them. Joey gritted his teeth and touched the Thunderbird's body, paused for a while, muttering something.

In the air, an inexplicable magical wave began to flow.

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

A drop of blood pooled on Joey's fingertips.

Then, Joey cut off one of his little fingers.

This action made Hoffa gasp, the back of his feet arched, and goose bumps all over his body.

Depend on!

What on earth does this dude want to do? He doesn't even blink his eyes when he hurts himself! ?

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

An inexplicable gust of wind began to howl.

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

Joey's complexion was extremely pale, his hair was withered and yellow, as if he had aged ten years.

It seems that taking out a drop of blood has consumed all his strength.

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

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

Hoffa felt a little cold all over his body.

Just talking to the bird, as for such a fight?

After doing all this, Joey was so weak that he almost fainted: "This... this is an ancient sacrificial magic that allows you to communicate with souls, you... ask Taras for me, if you can keep a little memory. Even if Not bad at all."

Hoffa nodded: "Understood."

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

Hoffa couldn't understand what he said.

return?

Isn't he clearly in the Forbidden Forest? Why do you make it sound like you're traveling 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 pushed Hoffa away, stepped forward and pressed the beak of the old bird.

"Go ahead, old man. I'll take good care of you," he said.

The dying thunderbird was like a flash of light. It stood up with all its strength, held its head high, and its six huge wings covered the sky and the sun, and it could faintly see a little of its former glory.

It held its head high and its throat moved up and down vigorously.

Finally, it spits out a slimy egg the size of Hoffa's head.

This blow exhausted all the Thunderbird's strength, and it fell heavily to the ground.

When it was dying, it weakly but affectionately rubbed its head against Joey's side twice, watching Joey gasping for breath, his deep golden eyes were full of reluctance.

Josh knelt by the bird's beak and kept stroking its head.

After a few seconds, the big bird stopped breathing.

The golden eyes lost their luster.

Joey knelt on the ground motionless, buried his head in the opponent's neck.

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

Who said that animals have no feelings, sometimes the relationship between people and animals is more sincere and pure than the relationship between people.

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

Immediately afterwards, Hoffa felt that his eyelids were overweight.

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 burst open, and a gust of wind engulfed Hoffa's consciousness.

Afterwards, his consciousness followed that mysterious force and traveled through layers of space.

Countless worlds flashed past his eyes, and countless planes arranged under his feet.

It was as if all around his body were old-fashioned film reels.

In a haze, Hoffa suddenly felt that this feeling should be very similar to Floo powder, although he had never used Floo powder.

...

...

Finally, when he finished his fall, he stood on solid ground.

A bone-piercing cold wind was blowing towards him, as if it could blow him until his body and mind were completely annihilated, eliminating nothingness.

He shuddered unexpectedly and put his arms around his shoulders, almost screaming in pain.

But soon, the meditation method of Milarepa in his body started to work automatically, over and over again.

The idea of ​​meditation is like warm blood pouring into the cold body, resisting the merciless cold wind.

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

When he saw the place for the first time, he was stunned.

In front of him was an endless abyss of ice and snow.

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

Everything here is hazy and inexplicable.

Hoffa stretched out his hand, and a snowflake fell on his hand. From this snowflake, he actually saw a picture of a boy wearing a crown for his birthday. The picture lasted for a few seconds and then disappeared as the snowflake melted.

I watched a few more films and they were all different.

Every snowflake here represents a memory.

Wiping off the snow on his hands, Hoffa stared around and looked around.

He is standing on a bridge at the moment.

This is a huge, straight stone bridge.

It comes from the illusory place and leads to the unknown shore. And at the end of the other shore, there is a huge and vague eagle shadow, which is too big to describe in words.

It leaked a little light while looking left and right, and it was the only light in this abyss.

Hoffa opened his mouth wide, feeling something behind him.

Turn around and look.

I saw a naked eye with a diameter of one meter on the bridge behind me.

This 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 of Hogwarts.

That's where he came from.

At this time.

In the sea of ​​consciousness.

The long-lost system notification sounded again.