After rolling for dozens of meters, he finally came to a stop on the slippery hunting ground. He lay on the grass and let the rain hit his face, but he didn't feel unhappy at all.

On the contrary, he felt a sense of relief.

This feeling did not come from the environment, but from his heart. He had a sense of reality, and he felt that he was truly alive now.

The dark clouds and heavy rain in the sky gradually subsided after losing Hoffa's mental force field.

In the distance, a big bird circled down and she stood next to Hoffa, rubbing her head on Hoffa's neck affectionately.

It's Maya.

Hoffa lay on the grass, turned his head and touched her head, and said softly: "Thank you, I really don't know what I would do without you."

Maya groaned.

At this time, from high up, a figure stumbled up.

"Hello, Hoffa? Where are you?"

Maya raised her head and neighed.

Aglaia finally saw him, so she rushed over.

Maybe it was the heavy rain that made the grass too slippery, or maybe it was the ups and downs she had just experienced that made her unsteady on her feet. She fell to the ground halfway while running, rolled down, and finally passed Hoffa with her face pressed against the turf.

His face was muddy and miserable.

Although Hoffa's head hurt, he couldn't help grinning. This smile affected his muscles and made his ribs hurt uncomfortably.

So real.

Aglaia stood up, wiped her face, hit Hoffa in annoyance, and then couldn't help laughing.

Finally, she knelt down and said: "Hey, what's going on!?"

Hoffa lay on the lawn, holding Maya's head and turning her head with a smile.

"It's nothing, I just gained some experience in transfiguration."

"Some experience!" Aglaia crossed her arms angrily and pouted. She was obviously very unhappy.

Hoffa raised himself up with his elbows and said, "Quick, help me go see Miranda and Dumbledore."

Seeing that Hoffa was fine, Aglaia got up and was about to return to the court.

Miranda helped Dumbledore appear from above.

Maya whispered in Hoffa's ear, flapped her wings and left the hunting ground.

Seeing Hoffa lying on the grass and a group of magical creatures that were electrocuted to death in the distance, Dumbledore showed a look of surprise. After a few seconds, he nodded to Hoffa.

Then, he pushed Miranda towards Hoffa, indicating that he did not need support.

Dumbledore walked alone to the place where the dark wizards and magical creatures fell to the ground, waving his wand, the ground of the hunting ground rose up, and stone men emerged one after another, and they restrained Schmidt and his pets.

Afterwards, Dumbledore slowly left the hunting ground with the group of stone men.

Miranda looked very hesitant. She stood there with her head lowered, not daring to look at Hoffa.

But Aglaia had already jumped over angrily. She stumbled at first, then strode, and the pace became bigger and bigger. Finally, she pounced on Miranda, grabbed her neck, and shook her back and forth.

Full of dissatisfaction, he shouted:

"My Quidditch! My game! Why do you have to choose today to do something? Can't you do it a day later!?"

Miranda whispered: "I'm sorry."

Aglaia: "I'm in the first grade. Do you know what it means to win the Quidditch championship in the first grade!?"

Miranda was so shaken by her that her glasses fell to the floor. She defended in a low voice: "I'm sorry, you can try your best next year."

"Next year!! Sophomore year?"

Aglaia was so angry that she jumped and limped after Miranda on the grass.

"There are a lot of second-year Seekers, there are only one first-year Seeker every few hundred years, and no first-year Seeker has ever won the Quidditch Cup in history...

After passing this village, there is no such store. I won’t win the trophy until I am in my second grade. What’s so strange about that..."

Hoffa looked at the two girls in the distance. He didn't support himself anymore and lay down on the lawn again.

The dark clouds were dispersed by the sun, and a ray of light shone on his face.

Before he could relax for long, Aglaia dragged Miranda to Hoffa's side angrily.

"Tell him yourself."

After saying that, Aglaia stood on Hoffa's right side with his arms crossed.

Miranda lowered her head and walked over, silently helped Hoffa up, and whispered in his ear: "I'm sorry."

Hoffa looked at her in surprise and said nothing.

The rain stopped, and Miranda didn't pay attention to the water on the ground. She sat down on Hoffa's left side.

The three of them were sitting together in the ancient Hogwarts hunting ground, looking at the green mountains of Scotland in the distance.

This time, they had their first normal communication between friends.

Aglaia: "What is the situation in your family? You and your grandfather have been at odds since the first day of school."

Hoffa sighed, "Problems left over from history."

Miranda said slowly: "Our family is an immigrant family that came to England during the Franco-Prussian War in 1870. To the German wizarding world, we are betrayers, runaways, and cowards. But to the British wizards, we are

He is an outsider and a thief."

She said in a calm voice: "My father has always wanted to return to his homeland. Later, after meeting Grindelwald, he was impressed by his charisma and became his sworn warrior.

But my grandfather didn’t think so. He had experienced many wars and believed that order was above all else, so later..."

Hoffa patted the back of her hand and shook his head, indicating that she did not need to continue the topic.

Miranda smiled, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Adebe is actually very kind to me. After my parents passed away, he took me to travel to many countries and tried to find new friends for me."

Miranda hugged her knees and looked straight ahead, but Hoffa knew that she was talking to herself.

Miranda said softly, "I can understand his pain and his pursuit, but after Grindelwald told me the truth, he cast a forgetting spell on me. He didn't trust me. I really can't forgive him."

Aglaia took a breath.

"Forgetting Curse?"

Miranda: "Yeah."

Hoffa listened silently and made no further comments.

He just asked, "Where's Miller?"

"I know about Miller's existence. In fact, his birth was my expectation. I had hoped that one day, I could transfer my life to him and be freed from the past that I hate."

She said calmly, and Aglaia's eyes widened.

"Many times, I will hand over to him things that I don't want to face. He is like my younger brother. He will help me with many things that I don't want to do or can't do."

"Like torturing me?" Hoffa grinned.

"Yeah," Miranda didn't deny it.

"There are also killing the dodo, snitching, etc. I am not shirking responsibility. There is no difference between what he did and what I did. If the trial comes, I will bear it with him."

"Can you control him?" Hoffa said.

"I haven't communicated with it before, maybe I have given up, but after today, I will try to communicate with it, just like you said to me."

She admitted everything so calmly.

Hoffa thought she was scary, but somehow she felt fresh.

However, the days are long, and if he can defeat Miller once, he will definitely be able to defeat him several times. Now, he is not afraid of challenges.

With a slight movement, Hoffa felt that there was no bone in his body that was not aching. He sighed.

"Excuse me, can you help me back to school? I think I should go to the school doctor and lie down for two days."

Each of them took one of Hoffa's arms and helped him up.

Suddenly, Aglaia exclaimed.

"Hoffa, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"Eyes, what eyes?"

Miranda waved her wand, formed a small prism with water drops, and handed it to Hoffa's eyes.

Hoffa looked down and realized that his pupils had changed from dark brown to light gold, just like the Thunderbird.

this......!?

Hoffa didn't care about the two girls beside him or the pain in his body. He quickly broke away and touched everywhere on his body.

Fortunately, nothing seems to have changed elsewhere.

Do you...know what is going on?
To be continued...