Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Since Taras was unwilling to stay, he couldn't force it either.

Hoffa glanced at the fleshy eyeball in the distance, and then at the half-closed eye pattern on the back of his hand.

It's time to go back.

As if sensing his intentions, the giant maggot roared anxiously. Before the fusion was completed, he stumbled and smashed away the crooked figures on countless stone bridges, and chased after him with a very ghostly posture.

Hoffa turned his head and saw the guy on all fours behind him, thinking that Joey is really a fucking scumbag not inferior to Indo.

What crime did I do, I have never met a normal person in my life! Why does everyone have to cheat themselves once.

As he accelerated his run, he retracted his wand.

The consumption of magic power for several consecutive transformations is also huge, and he can't overdraw his magic power now. God knows what will happen once he collapses with a headache.

Seeing that Hoffa was disarmed, the speed of the maggot monster was faster, and it gradually turned into an oversized version of Hoffa while running.

Those ugly maggots even imitated his running posture, vividly.

Hoffa's legs weren't even a tenth as long. While running, the countless black shadows on the bridge were scattered in all directions. Howling again and again.

Turning his head slightly, seeing that he was about to be overtaken, Hoffa became more and more anxious.

But at this moment.

There was a high-pitched cry in the distance.

Then came a loud bang that nearly deafened Hoffa's ears.

Turning his head to look, a bird-shaped lightning flashed in the void.

It contained incomparable power and directly penetrated the chest of the maggot giant.

The maggot giant didn't even make a cry, it was scattered by the electric light, and rolled in all directions like a torrent of mud.

The extremely intense electric arc kept beating on the ground, making Hoffa's scalp tingle.

But he wasn't hurt.

As the maggots dispersed, a figure slowly walked over from the lightning. It was a young and unusually handsome man.

He has a human body, but at the same time, his whole body is covered with shiny dark scales and golden patterns.

"Sorry for being late." The man said politely.

"I'm not a human being. To enter the bridge of the past, I must go to the front and obtain the consent of the guards. Otherwise, I will never be able to fly into the sky again."

Watching the man slowly approaching, the electric light on his body slowly disappeared.

He was naked, gray-haired, blond-eyed, and muscular enough to blind his eyes.

"Ta, Taras?"

Hoffa's eyes widened. No matter what, he couldn't connect this handsome man with the dying Thunderbird in the Forbidden Forest.

"That was the name of my previous life."

The man nodded, "I remember you, aren't you a kid from that magic school, why did you come here?"

The handsome man looked at Hoffa and said gently, "You are too reckless, this is not the place for you. Wizards have their rules, and living people have their own world. If I came later, You may be devoured by the worms of the abyss."

Desperate?

Hoffa pointed to those who were carrying steles around them.

"These.?"

"They are all poor people who can't bear to abandon the past. Desires and obsessions plague them. This is the path they chose."

Taras shook his head: "You don't want to learn from them."

Hoffa was stunned for a few seconds before remembering his mission.

"By the way, Joey asked me to come to you."

Hoffa stared at a convulsed maggot on the ground and said, "He asked me to tell you, I hope you can."

"Don't forget about him, do you?"

Taras interrupted Hoffa by tilting his head.

Hoffa nodded: "That's right."

"What a mess, Joey." The unusually handsome man sighed.

"He actually sent his soul into the underworld at will, and he will lose his lifespan in this way."

"Then will you keep a little memory? About Joey."

Hoffa looked up at Taras, his eyes fixed on his shoulder. (The other party's nakedness made him a little embarrassed)

Taras shook his head slowly but firmly.

"Joy wants me to remember him, wants me to go back, I understand. The greatest pain for human beings is being forgotten by a loved one. But there is nothing new under the sun. If you don't learn to forget, how can you accept a new life calmly. "

"Uh, don't you have a choice? Like a phoenix." Hoffa asked inexplicably. He couldn't figure out why some creatures would refuse immortality.

"The phoenix is ​​different from us. It is a witness to history, but we are just participants. For Thunderbird, freedom is more important than eternal life. Only by overcoming the ultimate fear can we obtain the purest freedom of life."

Hoffa didn't understand the other party's words, maybe his own level was not enough.

However, he is just a messenger, and since the word has arrived, he has nothing to say.

"Then, I'm leaving." Hoffa said softly, before turning around and leaving.

"Wait a moment."

The very handsome man stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Hoffa turned around.

"Is your magic power enough?"

As soon as Hoffa heard his words, he realized that his magic power was almost exhausted in the process of using the transformation technique continuously.

Hoffa shook his head, "Not much."

Taras smiled: "You are also the strangest wizard I have ever seen. Your mental power is so high that even the cold wind in Helheim can't destroy you. But your magic power is pitifully low, even half that of a normal wizard of the same age. nothing."

Hoffa

Taras pointed to the bridge deck: "Without magic power, you can't drive away the insects of desire. They are attracted by your life and will be entangled endlessly. Until you degenerate to the same existence as them."

Hoffa looked around, and sure enough, the maggots that had been stunned by the electric shock showed signs of waking up again. Not only that, more and more worms climbed up the bridge deck from the abyss.

"Is there anything you can do?" Hoffa asked.

Taras nodded: "It's also thanks to you that you made a trip. I just ended my life early, and I still have some remaining power, which is useless. You can take it away. Tell Joey to take good care of my offspring."

As he spoke, he suddenly stepped forward and reached out to grab Hoffa's palm.

"Go back, if you have time, think of a way to improve your magic power."

With a crackling sound.

He gave Hoffa a hard push.

A surge of energy spread from Hoffa's left hand to his whole body, and his eyes widened in horror, a feeling he had never experienced before.

He even thinks he can do anything he wants.

He wanted to say goodbye to Taras, but before he could say anything, Taras finally waved his hand with a smile, and in an instant it turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared into the sky.

Hoffa was full of strength that was about to explode, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

He turned around and stepped forward. In the blink of an eye, he ran a distance of tens of meters.

It feels great.

Seeing that the eyes on the back of his hand were about to close, Hoffa ran with all his strength, walking across the straight stone bridge at a hundred times faster than before.

But at the same time, more and more maggots crawled out from under the stone bridge, and the monsters made of countless maggots wanted to possess Hoffa and occupy his soul.

The closer you get to the giant eye, the more and more ugly monsters there are. In the end, it was mighty, like an army.

They desperately resisted the electric light, and rushed towards Hoffa in hundreds.

Hoffa's forward charge slowed.

But he was not afraid. The surging magic power in his body filled Hoffa with wild and fighting desires, and even a trace of inexplicable animal nature surged in him.

He raised his hand and grasped it, and his magic wand quickly grew longer and larger as the magic power boiled. It was more than two meters, more than five meters. More than ten meters, and there is no sign of stopping.

In the end, the wand turned into a 40-meter-long charged giant sword. He dragged the hilt and ran with all his strength, finally drawing a magnificent arc.

All creatures within a radius of 40 meters were cut in two by him.

It's a pity that he only had a good time for this second, and the magic power bestowed on him by Taras was completely vented. Then, unstopped, Hoffa ran head-on into the giant eye.

Disappeared in the pupil.

After Hoffa passed through the eye, the giant eye of flesh and blood slowly closed, turning into dust in the cold wind of Helheim.

Travel through the layers of space again.

Hoffa's eyes without dark eyes gradually returned to normal as if he had had an absurd and bizarre dream.

A gleam of lightning flashed in his eyes, and then fell silent.

He smelled the dead grass and felt the softness of the earth under his cheeks. The chill of Scottish autumn is crystal clear at this moment.

Hoffa managed to get up from the ground, rubbing his temples.

From time to time, there was a real pain in his head, and the pain told Hoffa that he had overdrawn his magic power.

He felt something on the back of his hand.

Looking down, he found that the bloody eye on the back of his hand was gone, replaced by a faint golden line, very light, as if drawn with gold flakes, it would not be visible unless you looked carefully. The pattern is like an eagle, but it is very symmetrical. The pattern is also outlined very simply.

Just when Hoffa was curious about what the lines were.

A man rushed out from the corner, grabbed Hoffa by the shoulders, and looked at him expectantly.

"Well, did he promise to come back?"

It's Joey.

Hoffa came back to his senses, looked at Joey, then at the huge bird corpse next to him, shook his head regretfully, and slowly told Joey what Taras had said to him last.

Following Hoffa's narration, the excitement on Joey's face gradually faded, and finally turned into uncontrollable sadness.

After Hoffa finished speaking, he hugged the egg and stood there silently for a long time.

A gust of cold wind blew through the leaves of the Forbidden Forest. Finally, the bleak old man let out a long sigh and muttered softly, "I expected this to happen. Death is a game for the brave. Taras, you and I are still too far apart." a lot."

Hoffa didn't know how to comfort Joey, so he kept silent. But Joey quickly regained his emotions.

He patted Hoffa on the shoulder and said sincerely: "It's really hard for you, you are the bravest Ravenclaw I have ever seen."

brave?

Heh, Hoffa rolled his eyes, thinking that if you told me to go to the underworld from the beginning, I would not go even if I broke my leg, because you were not cheated.

However, at any rate, it is considered to be back, and a month of hard work has come to an end.

Hoffa didn't want to complain about his adventures in Helheim to Joey anymore, and he couldn't wait to go back to the common room and relax by the Ravenclaw fire.

He stretched out his hand: "Where is the list?"

Holding the egg in one hand, Joey took a crumpled piece of parchment from his pocket with the other.

"Your form, I filled out the excellent one. Go back, and come to me if you have any troubles in the future. Don't offend those high-level people in Hogwarts. They won't joke with you."

Hoffa took the parchment, and sure enough, a big red tick was marked on the top of the parchment, and there was Joey's signature and wax stamp at the bottom.

Hoffa put the parchment in his arms with satisfaction.

After returning to the tree house and saying goodbye to Joey, Hoffa walked towards the castle rubbing his aching head.

As he walked back, he looked at the weird pale gold pattern on the back of his hand.

This is what Taras left for himself in the underworld. He originally thought that the power was a one-time use, and it would be gone when it was used up.

But it doesn't seem to be the case now, and Hoffa is curious about what this thing is.

Because he always felt that something was flowing from his body to this line, as if he had an extra organ that could breathe.

Just as he was looking at it, the pain in his brain intensified as soon as he walked to the school gate.

Hoffa's face changed, no.

I didn't release the magic, so why did the symptoms of overdrawing the magic power become more and more serious?

The sense of flow on the golden lines on the arms is more obvious.

And, a strange sense of hunger welled up in my brain.

Hungry.

Are you hungry?

Hoffa froze on the spot, and he looked at his arm again.

He finally knew what was going on.

This golden pattern is devouring its own magic power, and the speed is not so fast.

Depend on!

Seeing that the headache is getting worse and worse.

Hoffa immediately fell to the ground cross-legged and began to meditate.

After he started meditating, he felt an incomparable hunger. This hunger was not physical hunger, but magical hunger.

He didn't dare to be careless, and ran Milarepa's meditation method over and over again to quickly recover his magic power.

Finally, after an hour of meditation, the feeling of hunger slowly disappeared. Hoffa gritted his teeth and straightened up. He wanted to go back to the common room. Study this stuff carefully.

But before taking two steps, the hunger came again.

It is the same as a baby who is hungry for food and dissatisfied.

The sudden headache caused Hoffa to lean against the wall and cover his head.

WTF!

Ignoring the stunned eyes of the students next to him, Hoffa had no choice but to sit down again and continue to meditate.

In this way, Hoffa regained his magic power every hour of meditation. The light golden tattoo will drain all the magic power from his body in a few minutes, not more than a dozen seconds.

And there is no sign of returning it.

After meditating three times in a row, the sense of freshness and curiosity finally disappeared, replaced by shock and bewilderment.

At the entrance of the castle, Hoffa yelled at the sky, startling a flock of pigeons.

"Hey, you old bird, what did you leave on me!?"