Bright magic traces, small and shiny plants will quickly grow from those traces, which are very conspicuous on the dark surface.

This is the second time Hoffa has seen magical creatures. The last time he saw magical creatures was with the dark wizard Schmidt. However, those creatures almost killed Hoffa.

I ran for five minutes.

Joey: "We're almost at the dodo's nest."

Hoffa: "Oh."

After coming to the magic school for so long, Hoffa also has some common sense about magical creatures. The dodo is a small, gentle bird that is good at escaping and is not aggressive.

This kind of bird should be very safe...

etc!!

What is that!?

The unicorn stopped and neighed.

Joey lit the wand, and Hoffa took a deep breath and took six or seven steps back. He leaned against the tree, extremely shocked.

In the middle of the forest, there was a huge creature, like a mountain, with an eagle head, six wings, gray feathers, and dark golden eyes.

It's at least ten meters long, and even when it's in its nest, God knows how big its wingspan will be when it really flies.

Here, Hoffa felt that the weather was suffocating, like the sweltering heat before a summer rainstorm. Hell, it was October in England now.

There was some inexplicable electrical energy floating around, making Hoffa's scalp numb.

The giant bird looked up at Hoffa and neighed in a low voice, indicating that he meant no harm.

Joey said calmly: "This is Taras, my friend."

Hoffa was shocked: "This guy is a dodo, are you kidding me?"

"No, it's a Thunderbird."

After briefly speaking, Joey stepped forward and patted the beak of the giant bird.

The giant bird humped Joey affectionately, and its head was bigger than his body. Joey's expression softened, he held the bird's head, talked to it in a low voice affectionately, and fed it something to eat from time to time.

But the bird couldn't eat anymore.

Hoffa recovered from the initial shock and only then did he notice.

This bird is very old. The ground is covered with thick feathers. Many feathers on its body have fallen off. Its eyes do not have much luster. Its wings are drooping weakly, and it looks like it is about to die.

Thunderbird, old thunderbird.

A legendary creature. This bird that can summon thunder and lightning by spreading its wings has been seen in movies by Hoffa in his previous life. This bird only lives in Arizona, USA. Why is there one in the British Forbidden Forest?

After walking around this magical creature, Hoffa murmured: "I remember, this is a 4X level magical creature marked by the Ministry of Magic... It's the same level as a dragon, and it's strictly prohibited to keep it."

and......."

"So what," Joey said calmly while holding the bird's head. "Rules are just tools made by humans. No one in the animal world stipulates whose territory belongs to whom."

"Do those people at school...know?"

Joey just glanced at Hoffa and said nothing.

Hoffa said he could only speculate that Joey brought the Thunderbird because Joey sounded like an American.

Joey chirped a few words to the thunderbird, and then the thunderbird raised its wings with some difficulty and whistled again, his voice a little sad.

Hoffa took a closer look and discovered that under the wings of the huge thunderbird was a small natural shelter. There were many chocobo nests on the ground, and there were many bird feathers scattered here and there.

red or blue.

Hoffa walked slowly around the shack for a few steps and was surprised when he kicked a hard object on his foot. When he looked closely, he found a stiff, dead bird.

It was as big as a hen, its eyes were round and its bright feathers had lost their luster.

A dead dodo.

Hoffa turned around the shack, and then he took a breath of cold air.

Turning around the fir tree behind the Thunderbird, dozens of colorful round chocobos were densely covered on the ground.

The dodos were all dead. They were facing in one direction, their bodies stiff, and there was a faint smell of death in the air.

It seemed that they were killed instantly as they were escaping.

The unicorn circled around Hoffa and walked slowly. Its mood was a little sad and it didn't want to stay here. After it cupped a few eggs on the ground, it ran away quickly and disappeared.

Between the woods.

Joey turned around with his shining wand, and looked a little solemn when he saw the scene in front of him.

He groped around on the ground, frowning. From time to time he put his hand to the tip of his nose and smelled it.

"The time of death should not exceed 48 hours, damn it."

The Thunderbird gave a low cry, his voice somewhat angry and unwilling.

Joey raised his head and said to Thunderbird: "It's not your fault, you are old."

The thunderbird stopped singing now.

Joey rubbed his chin and murmured: "He actually deceived both the unicorn and the thunderbird. The murderer is really amazing..."
Chapter completed!