The birth of Thunderbird temporarily diluted Hoffa's persistence in breaking through the bottleneck of transformation. He took time out every day to help Joey feed Maya. For some reason, he felt very close to the new life. When he looked at her,

It feels like I'm watching my own child.

This bird is completely different from the ordinary magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

In just one week, she had grown to the size of an owl after eating like crazy.

But her figure is much slender than that of an owl. It has long tail feathers, silver-gray wings, light yellow eyes, and a brown beak.

There is no doubt that this is a beautiful and elegant creature.

She can already fly, but she doesn't have three pairs of wings like Taras, she only has two wings. Like a long-tailed hawk.

Regarding this point, Joy explained: "Thunderbirds will live a long time, and they will have more wings as they grow older, which is a sign of their maturity and development."

Every day, Hoffa watched Maya as she ate, stroking her smooth feathers and squeezing her slender bones.

At first, when she was little, Hoffa could do this.

But a week later, when she was the size of an Australian golden eagle, Hoffa could no longer do this.

She no longer stays under Hoffa's hand to beg for food, but will stand high on the top of the tree house. Only when Hoffa raises his hand can he bring the food to her mouth. She is very proud. And

Smart, she rarely chirps but can clearly distinguish her own name from Hoffa's intentions.

It stands to reason that the bigger the bird is, the more it will eat. But after the ptarmigan feathers gradually became plump, Joey reduced the amount of food he fed Maya.

At the end of April, when Hoffa arrived at the tree house in the forest, he found that Joey had not prepared any more food, but was standing at the door fully armed. Maya was standing on his shoulder.

"Aren't you going to feed me today?" Hoffa asked.

Joey shook his head: "When the thunderbird grows up, it will no longer need ordinary humans to take care of it. On the contrary, it will benefit ordinary humans. It can feel human needs and human pain.

In ancient America, when people there encountered drought, they would look for the thunderbird 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, and heavy rain will fall wherever it goes. A long time ago, a tribe had to rely on it to survive."

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

"There is no shortage of rain in Europe, why would you bring it here?"

"Its first three generations of owners are dead, and the tribes it took care of were all slaughtered by the American colonists. If possible, I hope to find a relatively peaceful environment for it."

Then you're in 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 time hunting alone, you should come and take a look." Joey said enthusiastically.

The two of them walked around the Black Lake one after the other. Not far away, Hoffa saw a ferocious wild boar that was kept in a wooden cage and howled wildly.

Hoffa looked at Joey speechlessly. As for the hunt, didn't you just replace the dead animals with live ones?

Joey shook his shoulders, 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 Taras, she was still just

little guy.

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

Maya flew forward, flapping her wings and stretching out her paws, trying to hunt the opponent aggressively.

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

Boom!

There was a muffled sound and the leaves rustled down.

The wild boar slammed her against the tree.

Seeing that Maya was suffering, Hoffa couldn't help but want to step forward to help it.

Unexpectedly, Joey grabbed Hoffa.

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

Hoffa looked at Thunderbird, "Is this... going to be okay?"

Joey crossed his arms and said calmly: "The 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 and the laws of nature."

Sure enough, after being knocked against the tree, she screamed sharply and flapped her wings violently.

The sky suddenly darkened, and a small dark cloud suddenly appeared above Hoffa's head. The dark clouds gathered together and then crackled loudly.

The lightning that was as thick as an arm almost blinded Hoffa.

The wild boar was suddenly shocked and twitched. Maya flew forward, screamed and clawed her way through the throat.

The strong wild boar did not suffer much pain. After a few kicks with its four legs, it died on the spot.

After the first successful hunt, Maya screamed excitedly and started flying. She flew up to an altitude of about 20 meters and kept hovering in the air. Flashes of lightning flashed, and the dark clouds were like her friends, constantly rolling and deforming around her.

, into various shapes.

Hoffa looked at Thunderbird from a distance, watching her playing with the dark clouds casually. He suddenly had a glimmer of understanding, and the originally weak dawn in his heart became brighter.

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

Hoffa turned to look at Joey and asked: "Joey, Thunderbird? Can you transform?"

Joey smiled and looked stunned for a moment, then turned his head.

"Transformation? What are you talking about? Thunderbirds are just magical animals. Maya doesn't know how to control transformation. The dark clouds are attracted to her, that's all."

attract?

Hoffa opened his mouth wide: "Attracted, what do you mean?"

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

Psychic force field? Automatic change?

Watching the thunderbird rolling happily in the dark clouds, playing with the thunder and lightning, the enlightenment gradually grew bigger and bigger in Hoffa's heart.

He began to gain a deeper understanding of the nature of transformation.

In this way, Thunderbird did not forcibly change external objects, but changed its own mental force field to attract the arrival of dark clouds.

He thought of Morgan's words again.

[Trying to use magic to change external objects is low-level, boring, stupid, and meaningless. A true master of transformation should try to change himself. Once he changes, everything will change accordingly]

Change yourself.

Change yourself!!

Hoffa suddenly raised his head, the dawn was bright.

A bolt of lightning passed through his head, and the window paper that had confused him for so long was suddenly pierced.

Hoffa got it!

He finally understood!

He closed his eyes, and his spirit poured into the ground with magic power. At this moment, he no longer forcibly controlled the transformation, but truly felt the breath of the land, truly felt the appeal of all things, and changed his mental force field.

.

At this moment, Milarepa's meditation method finally came into use, and his keen spirit amplified the situation.

He heard the whispers of the elements, he saw the huge power of the world, and he tried to change himself and become one with them.

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

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

"Boy, what are you doing?"

The ground began to tremble slightly, and the leaves in the Forbidden Forest fell.

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

As he laughed, the ground shook even more.

"I understand! I understand!"

Old Joey yelled: "Boy, stop it!"

boom!

What answered him was a thick arm.

The arm made of soil rose from the ground, firmly grasped Joey, and lifted him into the air.

This was not over yet. Countless pieces of soil formed various shapes under Hoffa's feet. They knelt on the ground like creatures, as if they were witnessing the birth of a different legend.

Joey said angrily: "What kind of magic is this? Let me go!"

"I see!"

Hoffa laughed happily and waved his wand without saying a word.

Joey fell back to the ground.

At this moment, the bottleneck was broken.

Hoffa's transformation technique has entered a whole new realm. He no longer needs to forcibly control the magic and transformation. 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 troubled him for two months was just that.

He doesn't need to recite any spells or make any grandiose movements at all. He just needs to change himself and accept the environment.

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

Hoffa stepped down the giant hand step by step, and the soil automatically formed stairs under his feet. Maya flew around his head, flying in a circle, and stood on his shoulders.

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

Said softly: "Thank you, Maya."
Chapter completed!