The spring of 199 bloomed as promised. Outside the castle, the dark blue mountains were covered with a layer of purple sky, and the edge of the sky was inlaid with pink clouds.

Some little wizards often run all over the mountains and fields, flying magic kites that require no strings into the sky, or playing the game of catching Frisbees on the grass.

Their happiness has nothing to do with Hoffa, who encountered unprecedented and huge difficulties.

There was no way he could overcome Grindelwald's transformation spell.

There is absolutely no way.

He was originally very good at transfiguration, and could even transform the wand into various imaginary forms at will.

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

He practiced hard, almost day and night.

Practice while eating, practice before going to bed, practice during class, and even practice while going to the toilet.

He figured out Grindelwald's spell-casting movements, his mental flow, and all the details.

But no matter how he tried, the transformation spell seemed to be locked.

After a long period of painful practice, he could indeed make some changes, but that change was futile and forced.

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

Of course, Hoffa also knows the magic of transformational understanding. He tries hard to use his spirit to understand the soil and the earth. However, no matter how he understands, the changes that can be induced are limited.

He encountered a big bottleneck.

The bottleneck of transfiguration.

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

Time passed day by day, and the bright spring began to wrap around the entire school. The grass outside the window was covered with heather.

But Hoffa's condition began to get worse and worse.

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

The combined pressure was something that Hoffa had never experienced in either of his lifetimes.

He began to suffer from anxiety, insomnia, nightmares, and even nausea. Even the delicacies that had always attracted him at school began to become uninteresting for him.

There were blisters on the corners of his mouth due to the heat, and he had to go to Dr. Lehner every day for some medicine.

Also receiving treatment with him were some senior Hogwarts students who were about to graduate. Each of them was shocked to see Hoffa, and they had no idea why an 11-year-old first-year student had similar symptoms to them.

He spends time in the library every day.

But this didn't make much sense. The knowledge in his mind was gathering more and more, but the real solution still hadn't appeared.

Hoffa thought about giving up, but thinking about what Miller said to him that night, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​giving up. This was a battle based on his own beliefs, and he didn't want to back down at all.

March is over and April is gradually approaching.

At dinner time that day, Hoffa was in terrible condition.

Because a month has passed and he still hasn't broken Grindelwald's spell.

At noon on April Fool's Day, he sat sickly at the dining table, eating mashed potatoes numbly. He wondered whether he really had the talent of a wizard.

Is Grindelwald that genius?

But at this time, Miranda began to become suspicious of Hoffa's erratic whereabouts.

In the month since Hoffa started learning Broken Grip, he had hardly been alone with Miranda. At the Ravenclaw dinner table in the evening, she looked at Hoffa with dark circles under his eyes and said: "Hoffa, I want to see you for a competition."

It's hard to meet the Minister of Magic."

She was joking, but Hoffa gave Miranda a blank look, and his eyes slowly regained 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 him like a demon, and the boundaries between Miranda and Miller began to blur at this moment.

Miranda lowered her head and smiled: "Are you encountering any difficulties and need my help?"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. He seemed to see that night again, when the giant shark opened its bloody mouth to him. The anxiety of so many days seemed to have found an outlet.

Hoffa raised his head indifferently and said dryly: "I don't need help from a madman."

Miranda opened her mouth wide and looked at Hoffa in disbelief, as if it was the first day she met him.

The expression was like a porcelain doll that had faded over time. It suddenly lost all its luster and became a bit ferocious and terrifying.

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

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

Aglaia, who was on alert, suddenly felt something was wrong, and saw Miranda stand up slowly. She rushed forward and hugged Miranda's neck.

She said with a smile: "Miranda! I have good news, do you want to hear it~"

Miranda was still staring at Hoffa, but after being hugged by Aglaia, the color returned to her face like an old porcelain doll. It slowly became normal. She stared numbly and said: "What good news?"

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

Miranda: "Really? What day."

"Next month, just one month before the exam ends."

(She hugs Miranda's neck tightly, her arms trembling slightly)

Miranda: "Did you start training so early?"

"Yeah." Aglaia winked at Hoffa and motioned for him to leave quickly.

Aglaia: "There are still a few friendly matches, but that doesn't matter. You will all come to watch the final."

Hoffa silently put down his deformed fork. He knew that Aglaia was helping him out. The situation was a bit out of control, and this was not his normal state at all.

He took a few deep breaths.

"I go."

After saying that, he turned around and quickly left the Ravenclaw table without saying a word.

The pace became faster and faster, from a trot all the way, to a galloping sprint.

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

His anxiety level had reached its peak after so many days. When Miranda showed off her magical power just now, he almost lost his calmness and restraint.

Lying cross-legged on the ground.

Hoffa keeps running the meditation method, keeps running.

Finally, he managed to stabilize his condition.

He encountered a bottleneck in his life.

How can we break through our own bottlenecks?

Hoffa didn't know how he could take his transformation skills to the next level.

Giving up was not an option, so Hoffa straightened up. But just as he was about to go back and continue to search for a solution, a popping sound came from the green hunting grounds of the Forbidden Forest.

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

What's even more amazing is that every time it takes a step, it will cross the space and arrive several meters away, very quickly.

The sound that sounded like bubbles popping just now was caused by the bird teleporting.

This is a dodo, a bird that cannot fly but can teleport.

Hoffa was stunned. It was the young dodo that he and Joey rescued in the Forbidden Forest. Half a year later, it had grown up.

Hoffa was curious about why the dodo came to the hunting ground. The dodo's pink head turned and locked onto Hoffa in the corner.

It jumped happily twice and flashed to Hoffa's side with two pops.

It bit Hoffa's trouser leg, dropped a letter at Hoffa's feet, and then rubbed it affectionately against Hoffa's legs.

Turns out it's a messenger.

Hoffa looked a little pale and touched the bird's head, muttering: "Are you laughing at me too?"

The dodo didn't say anything, but flashed to Hoffa's head with a pop and pecked his hair.

Hoffa had no choice but to pick up the letter on the ground and read it.

There are only a few words in it.

"Thank you so much for the weather blanket, Hoffa. Maya is about to be born, and she won't be as healthy without your help. I don't want you to miss her nirvana. If you can, please come to the treehouse - Joey."

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

Hoffa slowly raised his head.

I have been so busy studying transfiguration these days that I am so anxious that I have even forgotten the weather blanket I gave Joey for Christmas.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to take a look.
To be continued...