HP's Foreign Land

For animals like phoenixes, Heimdall has always held a complex and awe-inspiring attitude, relying on them to die and live and die again and again, but it is his impenetrable physical quality that made him sick in his previous life People who are dying, and easily knocked to the ground by the disease KO are extremely envious and jealous.

Chief Strulusson thought bitterly more than once that this kind of animal was unnatural and abnormal.

The conclusions drawn from the education of the two lifetimes are roughly the same, the phoenix is ​​a divine bird—everyone who cannot die is a “god”; the phoenix is ​​the king of birds—refer to the previous article for this point; Refer to the first; Phoenix has no gender - also refer to the first?

In fact, Heimdall didn't know how to identify the gender of the phoenix. The protection of magical creatures class hadn't taught great god-level birds and magical animals, and the knowledge in his previous life was also quite confusing in this regard.The phoenix is ​​the phoenix, the phoenix is ​​the male, and the phoenix is ​​the female, so there is a saying that "the phoenix seeks the phoenix".But when the dragon and the phoenix are auspicious, the phoenix becomes yin again to contrast with the dragon, which symbolizes yang.

So he regretted impulsively yelling those few words before. Before knowing the specific gender of the other party, he shouldn't call him "uncle" or "big brother", but it's always right to call him "big king".

He called "King" flatteringly a few times, but the phoenix just ignored him, and Heimdall thought to himself, could it be that its IQ is not as high as he thought?So he tried to change his tone, "Hey, the one with the feathers", and the Phoenix who was combing the feathers suddenly froze.

it understands...

Heimdall thought this was troublesome, and the last point of impression was deducted—if that point of impression really existed.

It was said that the three cobblers were better than Zhuge Liang, and he asked his followers to make moves. The reason why the followers became followers meant that they had nothing to do. In desperation, Heimdall had no choice but to slowly move towards the brazier while paying attention to the refining situation.

His actions aroused Phoenix's sense of vigilance, and he kept staring at him. At this time, he stopped still, fearing to provoke Phoenix. If the bird king became unhappy and "died", who would he ask for Phoenix Feather?

Fenghuang stared, he stopped, Fenghuang bowed his head to comb his feathers, and he continued walking.

A short distance of more than 20 meters and a walk of more than 20 minutes... But no matter what, he reached the green, and success was in sight.

Also heaving a sigh of relief were the attendants and onlookers, especially the contestants in the professional group, who were so nervous that they didn't dare to take a breath, their hearts were twitching.

"Your Majesty, for the sake of my sincerity in moving from there to here, can you give me a feather?"

Convinced that there was nothing wrong with the refining, Heimdall calmed down and spoke cautiously, not daring to get too close for fear of provoking the prestige of King Bird.

Fenghuang was still the same, his posture was perfect, and he didn't even lift his eyes.

Say it's fat, but it's panting!

Heimdall was full of anger, but he didn't dare to show any strangeness.

Suddenly, he thought of another possibility——

"Are there any phoenix feathers in the professional group?"

As soon as the attendants heard this, their thoughts immediately came to life. Yes, since the types of supplies are equal, there should be a phoenix in the professional group. If there is no phoenix, at least there is this kind of raw material, right? !

The contestants in the professional group looked at each other, "I use phoenix feathers for the core of my wand..." Many people said this, and the conclusion is that there are indeed phoenix feathers, but the supply exceeds demand, basically all of them are divided, and the remaining ones are also taken away. People have booked in advance, that is to say, there is no extra share for non-professional groups.

Moreover, in the distribution of materials, professional groups and non-professional groups are prohibited from mixing. This is a rigid rule of the competition and there are records to follow.

This method won't work, Heimdall can't grab the phoenix feathers from other people's hands in full view, can he? !

The phoenix flapped its wings suddenly, and Heimdall was startled, thinking that it was "overwhelmed" again. Fortunately, the phoenix just flapped its wings and did not take any further action. Heimdall could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"The flame has changed - pay attention to the core of your hand!" The contestant in the professional group raised his voice to remind him, Heimdall hurriedly stabilized his mind, and focused on the dragon and unicorn horns that were still repelling each other .

As soon as he was distracted, he became mentally slack, causing the flame temperature to fluctuate. If it wasn't for the prompt reminder from the professional group, he would have almost melted the unicorn horn.

Heimdall nodded gratefully towards the contestant.

At this time, the phoenix moved again, flapping its wings more violently than before.

Heimdall immediately turned his head to look, but it slapped twice and then stopped moving.

Looking at the inexplicably active bird, Heimdall felt a little weird in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.

When the phoenix flapped its wings vigorously in front of him for the fourth and fifth time, and then quickly quieted down, the cycle repeated so frequently.There was only thunder but no rain. After a long time, the fool also saw the problem. Heimdall thought to himself that the phoenix still knew how to use "the wolf is coming" to play him? !

Although the phoenix does not look like a human being and has no expression, Heimdall is sure that the bird must be laughing at him in his heart.

Phoenix's sixth "song to the sky", Heimdall's face turned black and his mood became very bad.

A bird should look like a bird!

"You won't give it, right? Alright." Heimdall nodded expressionlessly, looking helpless.

Fenghuang thought he had surrendered and gave in, and "songed to the sky" for the seventh time.

Just as the phoenix was celebrating its victory, Heimdall said again, "Without the phoenix feather, this magic wand will come to an end. With my abilities, I can only think of using phoenix feathers as a restraint. That's all."

Phoenix snickered in his heart.

"So I'm in a bad mood now. I don't think anyone will be in a good mood when facing the imminent failure. I used to tell others that I can't control myself in competitions or experiments and become a People who don't recognize their six relatives, once the experiment is over or the competition is over, this state will disappear."

Phoenix became quiet, and stared at Heimdall without blinking, as if hearing something unusual.

Heimdall was amazed at its intelligence, but its tone and expression remained unchanged.

"But 'disappearing' has a premise. It will disappear only if it succeeds, and it will disappear if it fails..." Speaking of this, he shrugged, "Depending on the mood at the time, maybe he will blow up the experimental product casually, maybe beat the object in his hand, maybe Swearing, maybe doing nothing, who knows."

The phoenix seemed a little stiff, and Heimdall guessed that it might really want to "die".

"My mind is very clear now, because I can't get your feather, this wand will have to be scrapped, and then I will become very depressed. Do you know that people have a psychological process when they fail to awaken, first of all It’s unwillingness to admit it; the second is to blame others; the third is to deny everything that can be denied; and finally, I turn around and look at myself. In other words, before I admit my shortcomings, I will find a way that I think is reasonable to vent anger."

Phoenix flapped its wings again, this time it was frightened.

Heimdall smiled softly, and quickly touched its feather crown with his free hand. Under his "gentle touch", the phoenix stood upright like a specimen.

"Let me tell you straight, even jumping into the brazier is useless, I will try to keep the flame burning, keep burning, burn the pot through, and burn the ashes until it can't burn anymore, because I Very angry." Heimdall whispered like facing a lover. "Maybe the devil flame will burn you into a crow, do you want to try?"

Maybe after seeing that scene in his brain, Fenghuang couldn't help but shiver.

The people around snickered when they saw Fenghuang's cowardly appearance, it turned out he was a bully.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" Heimdall said apologetically, but the next words escaped through his teeth. "No way, because I'm very angry."

Under his high-pressure coercion, Phoenix surrendered and expressed his willingness to donate feathers... No, he was willing to donate tail feathers for free, and showed Heimdall all his tail feathers very graciously. the meaning of.

If a tail feather is gone, it will grow again. If it becomes a crow, how can it go out to meet people (birds)? It has not yet married!

"Which one of you is going to fetch the feathers?" Heimdall tried his best to restrain his emotional fluctuations, and turned to look at the followers.

The attendants looked at each other in blank dismay, no one dared to respond, none of them had experience in this field, what if something went wrong?

Just as Pickens and Pompeii were about to sign up, the players from the professional group stood up first and expressed their willingness to contribute.

Heimdall hurriedly said, "Can you?"

The man was straightforward, "Just treat me as a follower." He pulled out his wand to get the phoenix's tail feather.

The phoenix feather is usually contained in a special container, and it will spontaneously ignite once the tentacles or fall to the ground. When there is no need to save the feather, the contestant directly used the levitation spell to send the tail feather to Heimdall.

"Thank you." Heimdall said sincerely.

"My pleasure." The man was also very polite.

The two exchanged glances, and under Heimdall's signal, the contestant pushed the phoenix's tail feathers into the flames, then swiftly withdrew his hands and retreated, a set of movements that he performed extremely skillfully.

Heimdall had no time to praise others at the moment, because the horns of the phoenix began to be unhappy as soon as the phoenix's tail feathers entered the fire.It is also a magical animal of the fire attribute. The fusion of the phoenix tail feathers and the dragon horns is naturally smoother than the dragon horns and the unicorn horns. In theory, it should be so, but if the dragon horns do not cooperate, the fusion work will still be very difficult.

Originally, Heimdall didn't expect Dragon Horn to warmly welcome the arrival of Phoenix Tail Feather. His goal was very clear, to combine Phoenix Tail Feather and Unicorn Horn to suppress Dragon Horn's too ferocious magical properties.

So he temporarily ignored the extremely unsocial reaction of the dragon horn, and let the phoenix tail feathers fuse with the unicorn horn first, but the process was not smooth sailing.

Even if the dragon horns are replaced with phoenix tail feathers, the attribute rejection still exists. One of Heimdall's reasons for changing the soup is to pin his hopes on the phoenix, which is said to be mild-tempered, but this statement has been questioned and questioned by him.Perhaps Phoenix is ​​indeed mild-tempered on the whole, but there are exceptions in everything, and the products coming out of the assembly line have quality differences. This one in this competition must be the "difference" of genetic mutations.

Another point is that using phoenix tail feathers as a "fusion agent" for dragon horns and unicorn horns is based on its unique properties. It is said that only phoenix feathers can do this after searching all the raw materials for the rod core.

Phoenix feathers can ignore the temperature of flames—the tail feathers are the best, it can withstand all levels of flames, perhaps this is the reason why phoenixes can withstand devil flames, their feathers are born with magical powers.

Under the burning of the white flame, the phoenix feathers gradually shrunk, and Heimdall secretly regretted that although the phoenix feathers ignore temperature, their own magical properties require high-temperature excavation. The higher the temperature, the more excavated, and the white flame will reduce its characteristics. , just like the horn of a unicorn, it is bound to sacrifice part of the magic power.

However, he also knew that there was no way to do it. With his current ability, this was the best solution he could think of and achieve.

Up to now, he only hopes that all the magical properties of the dragon horn can be preserved, otherwise, after the completion, this magic wand can only be regarded as a semi-finished product in terms of ability.

Willing to give up, since he is willing to give up, he should have it.

The phoenix's tail feathers began to emit a dull golden light, and Heimdall waited until it was refined until it was as thin as a hair before commanding it to make intimate contact with the unicorn horn for the first time.According to his original idea, let the unicorn horn be the inner core of the staff, and the phoenix tail feathers be the shell, but he quickly overturned this idea. The magical properties of the phoenix tail feathers should be preserved as much as possible, after all, it will be necessary to rely on it Come to contain the dragon horn, if it consumes too much of its magic power at this moment, things will go back to the starting point.

Since one is doomed to sacrifice, one should concentrate the loss on one core as much as possible.

Perhaps it was right to choose to do the opposite, the repulsion was only for a moment, and with the help of the white flame, the phoenix tail feathers gradually merged into the silver-white unicorn horn.It's like implanting a golden fire seed in the lustrous white jade. When the two are combined into one, a thin layer of golden fire glows from the unicorn horn, just like wearing a layer of well-fitting coat.

The people next to him clenched their fists unknowingly.

After waiting for a while, the phoenix tail feathers and unicorn horns did not have any adverse fusion reactions.

Heimdall secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Success!" Someone shouted in surprise, and there was a wave of applause immediately.

Heimdall's heart became heavy when he was happy, and what he had to face next was the success or failure.

Under the command of Heimdall, the core of the double stick with the phoenix tail feather as the core and the unicorn horn as the shell is fused with the dragon horn. During this process, Heimdall slowly increased the temperature of the flame, and the repulsion of the dragon horn in the blue flame The temperature is not as obvious as white, but the surface of the unicorn horn has obvious signs of melting, and it can no longer bear the temperature.

However, the maximum refining temperature for the dragon horn has not yet reached, and it is still a little short. If he continues to hesitate, the unicorn horn will completely melt, and his previous efforts will be in vain. The problem is that once the Longjiao will be very disobedient when the temperature drops.

In a dilemma, Heimdall decided to put all his eggs in one basket. Since he could not retreat, he would move forward.

The core of the double staff was sent into the dragon horn in one go, and then the temperature of the flame was rapidly increased. The dragon horn was in a turmoil in the pure blue flame. The outside was tempered and it was the highest flame temperature it could endure. The double staff The core swallowed it bit by bit and fused it, and the dragon horn gradually became weak under the double-layer attack of the inner and outer, that is, it began to become obedient.

This kind of fusion method is rare. After the crisis has passed, the fusion work is purely a magical operation. At this time, the players in the professional group crowded to the front one after another, expressing their different opinions on the current situation. Heimdall asked a question.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I'm sorry, I don't have the energy to answer your questions right now." Heimdal paused, "There seems to be a problem with the integration."

Before the words fell, people were horrified to find that the inner core of the staff began to squeeze out, and the silver-white unicorn horn protruded from the head. As soon as it came into contact with the blue flame, it immediately began to melt and peel off, gradually revealing the extracted substance inside. Phoenix tail feathers.

"Oops! It's the core of the stick that backfired!" The faces of the players in the professional group changed drastically.

This kind of backlash phenomenon will appear when the cores refined at different temperatures are fused. Theoretically, this kind of research has been done. The only feasible way is to reduce the flame temperature to a range that the cores can bear, but This kind of method comes from the research of double cores, and most of them are just on paper. The research records of multiple cores are mostly found in magical plants, and there are almost no magical animals.

"No! Lowering the temperature of the flame would be a failure. It's a pity that I worked so hard to get the phoenix feather!" Just as everyone was arguing over this, Heimdall turned his heart up and raised the temperature of the flame again.

The contestants in the professional group screamed, thinking that he could not withstand the pressure and collapsed.

The purple flame completely replaced the blue flame and sang the protagonist at the tip of Heimdall's wand.

The three stick cores melted to varying degrees under the licking of the purple fire. The unicorn horn was the first one that couldn't stand it. After melting, it gradually melted into the dragon's horn. At this time, the dragon's horn also showed signs of peeling off. It shrank a little bit, and completely merged with the silver-white unicorn horn.

At this time, a miraculous scene happened. The phoenix tail feathers, which remained motionless in the purple fire, began to absorb the melted unicorn horns and dragon horns with ease, and extended them to itself. The silky hair of the phoenix tail feathers suddenly became bigger .

The three raw materials melt and combine in the purple flame, becoming one.

A brand-new core was formed at the tip of Heimdall's staff. The silver-gray core with a bulge in the middle of the two ends was surrounded by a dazzling golden light. The light was like a satellite, constantly circling around the core. , sometimes hidden in the core of the stick, sometimes jumping out of the core of the stick, so the golden light appears and disappears from time to time, mysterious and full of changes.

"What's going on here?" The players in the professional group were completely blank, this situation was beyond their common sense.

Heimdall didn't have time to discuss with them. Seeing that the refining process was almost done, he quickly lowered the flame temperature. The core of the rod should not be in contact with the air. Before moving into the new home, it could only be warmed with the lowest temperature flame.

The core of the rod has been formed, and what needs to be done now is to pour it into the body of the rod.

The curly-haired lady came forward cleverly, holding the laurel stick that Heimdall had chosen earlier.

"Now we can't use laurel wood." Although there is much more room for the choice of the body of the rod than the manufacture of the core, Heimdall believes that since we have come to this point, we should pay more attention to the choice of the body of the rod.

The lady with long curly hair hurriedly said, "What do you want to use? I'll look for it right away."

Heimdall frowned, and another bead of sweat appeared on his forehead. In fact, because of his high nervousness, his inner clothes were already soaked.

The lady with long curly hair took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat again.

After thanking him, Heimdall said: "Use cedar, and find a cedar stick."

Cedar is not only highly resistant to corrosion, it is often used in ancient books to describe luxurious and tall people and things. This kind of wood was also used in the Temple of Jerusalem in the era of Solomon, which has a very profound meaning.

"You know cedar, right?" Heimdall added worriedly. Today, when unicorn horns have changed into dragon horns, he decided to be cautious.

The lady with long curly hair didn't care, nodded, and said loudly: "Followers, those who know cedar wood, come and play with me!" Then she rushed towards the piles of sticks in three steps and two steps in parallel.

There were many people and strength, and the cedar staff was quickly brought to Heimdall. This time, he looked at it again and again before using it with confidence.

The moment the core of the wand was pushed into the wand body, the wand body began to shake violently, and Heimdall took the opportunity to cast a fixation and protection spell on it. Anyway, there were only a few of these magic spells tossed over and over again.But after trying all the fixed spells, the body of the rod is still shaking. If you can’t find a fixed magic that is suitable for the core of the rod, not only the core will be damaged after shaking for a long time, but the body of the rod will also be cracked from the inside, which is serious. Dots will even explode.

Just when he was in a state of desperation, he suddenly thought of the method of fixing the wand of silence. Although the book did not describe it in detail, it said that the core of the magic wand of silence needs to be fixed with bone ashes. Method and magic are two-pronged. He didn't understand why he did it when he read the book, but now he seems to understand a little bit.

Maybe give it a try?

The question is where can he find wizard ashes now?As for human blood, can't it be done by bleeding yourself?I don't know how much to use...

"Go and get all the things that are used to fix the core of the stick from the plant raw materials." Heimdall said to the lady with long curly hair.

Today, only the manufacture of magical plant cores requires a fixed process.

The curly-haired lady was at a loss for a moment, and Heimdall couldn't help sighing.

"Let me do it." It was that enthusiastic professional player again. "You want to imitate the core fastening of the wand of silence?"

Talking to a sensible person is easy, Heimdall nodded, and said with a wry smile, "I tried it, and it can't be fixed directly with a magic spell."

The man left in a hurry and turned back after a while.

"I searched for a few, but they didn't feel right, and then I found this." The contestant was holding a small round box, which contained a blackish-red powder.

Heimdall stared at it for a long time, then pinched a little bit with his fingers and sniffed it, and then stuck out his tongue to lick it.

"...the blood of the salamander?" One of the main raw materials for making enhancers.

Appreciation flickered across the contestant's eyes, "That's right, processed salamander blood."

Heimdall understood what he meant, "Then try it." He carefully pulled out the core of the staff, and the contestant quickly took the empty staff body, and calmly poured some red powder into it.

Heimdall couldn't help sighing when he saw it. The people in the professional group were reliable, so they took the stick body and pushed the stick core in little by little.

"I don't even know how much raw material to fix the rod." Heimdall said with admiration.

"I do not know either."

Heimdall was stunned.

The contestant said again, "It's okay, if it's not enough, add more."

Heimdall choked, "...What if it's too much?"

The contestant didn't take it seriously, "Let's pour it out again."

"..."

"Relax." The man was still motivated, and patted Heimdall on the shoulder, seemingly earnestly speaking. "It's a wand contest, back and forth is normal, no one will laugh at you."

Heimdall was silent for a moment, then pushed the core of the wand into the body of the wand, and then cast the fixed spell and protective spell vigorously. The wand was swung in a dazzing and thrilling way, almost blinding the contestant's eyes.

The contestant had no choice but to step back, and when he raised his eyes again, loud cheers suddenly erupted around him, and the core of the stick was fixed.

The man secretly called it a pity, and missed the most exciting part. He didn't see what kind of magic spell Strulusson used to fix the wand core, and what kind of protective spell was put on it.

"Stealing chickens is not enough to lose rice." Another professional player not far away said with a half smile.

Without changing his face, the man followed the skirt of his clothes and squeezed out of the crowd.

"You know each other?" someone asked.

"This person is not a good guy. Be careful when you see him in the future. He is best at plagiarism and getting something for nothing."

Heimdall, who didn't know anything about it, was dealing with the congratulations and wondering whether to varnish the wand again...

***

The two wizards who were in charge of watching the gate in the small living room on the first floor were at a loss. Today, the contestants did not leave the venue scattered as usual, but came down from the second floor in groups of three and two. Everyone was discussing something intensely, and some even started arguing while talking.

What happened in the arena today?

Then, they saw Heimdall Strulusson walking down the stairs surrounded by a large group of chattering people, with a faint smile on his face and deep tiredness in his eyes. When they reached the first floor, Those people still refused to let him go, surrounded him and asked this and that.

Sturlusson listened to their long speech in silence, his eyes wandered, and he inadvertently penetrated the crowd and landed in the small living room, and then he saw his eyes froze, and an uncontrollable joy erupted between his brows and eyes.

"I'm sorry." He pushed away the people in front of him, walked quickly to the small living room, walked to the fabric sofa, stretched his arms, and pulled out the spread newspaper in front of him.

A face with a deep smile appeared behind the newspaper, and then the person sitting on the sofa patted the empty seat next to him. Rubbing back and forth on the chest of the other party, a muttering sound came out of his mouth.

The person on the sofa held his head with his hands happily, held his face up and kissed him hard.

After the dramatic silence passed, someone in the crowd screamed.

"Victor Krum!"