HP's Foreign Land

The prefix Jun has not returned from vacation...

——Excerpt from "Brain Hole Daily"

one,

The two children came back to the store with the owner Doha. The visibility in the store was very poor due to the curtains blocking the lighting. Claire looked around and then found a corner that should not be in the way. Riccardo poked his head behind Doha like a follower, I am very familiar with myself.

"Mr. Doha, when did your store open?"

"Is the store doing well?"

"Such a good thing should be expensive, right?"

"Where do you usually buy from?"

"Is this your own shop, or is it a partnership?"

"Those treasures are just kept in the basement, you should take some extraordinary measures to ensure nothing goes wrong..."

All in all, the shop was full of Riccardo's voice.

Claire really wanted to pretend that he didn't know this person, but what Claire didn't expect was that Doha didn't think Ricardo was too aggressive at all, and he didn't show the slightest impatience to his questions. He answered what he could answer, and said he couldn't if he didn't want to answer. Let me tell you, the hyperactive Riccardo was perfectly subdued.He even humbly accepted Riccardo's suggestion, and gently told the other party that there are emergency measures in the store, and those treasures cannot be lost.

One big and one small looked at each other and smiled, their faces bursting with a very similar brilliance of kindred spirits, Claire had a toothache.

Next, Riccardo seemed to have found the focus of his life, jumping up and down more and more, talking endlessly, even though he didn’t have a magic wand, he helped Doha organize the goods in the store quickly, and he didn’t mind being ordered by Doha at all. up.

Riccardo carried the ladder up and down, sometimes lifted the curtain, sometimes wiped the counter, and then went up to the second floor to sort and bundle the medicinal herbs ordered by the guests. He was extremely busy.When you encounter something you don't understand, just ask. Don't be afraid that Doha will show his face when he is annoyed by the question, and he is especially easy-going.

Because of nothing to do, Claire, who was later invited by Doha to treat her with good tea, actually felt an unspeakable envy and hatred in her heart. Miss Malfoy received an aristocratic education, the so-called elite style, which pays attention to how to be the head of the family and how to be superior To maintain the dignity of the family, she has never learned to let go of her airs, and it is usually others who curry favor with her.

In terms of family affairs, Riccardo was almost the same as her, and in some aspects he was even better, but Riccardo never seemed to have any troubles and worries in dealing with people, because for him, these were not problems at all.Most of the time, Luka's little friend does give his parents a headache, but he also has an indelible shining point.

About Riccardo's enthusiasm enriched the life of Doha's well-behaved shopkeepers. When Riccardo handed over the third package of herbs to the customer, he reminded the other party in a spirited way that he gave two silver Sickles less, which allowed Doha to reduce the loss. After this wave of guests left, Doha took a leisurely puff of cigarettes, and then generously promised to give Riccardo a pet as a gift for today's hard work.

Riccardo was overjoyed, and dropped the dishcloth that he had wiped indiscriminately and jumped up to Doha, "Pets? Choose from the basement?"

Claire, who was quietly sipping tea, choked, and didn't know how to save Luca from being so stupid and naive. She winked at Riccardo and coughed in a fake way, but Riccardo didn't notice his friend who was worried for him. .

Unexpectedly, Doha looked calm, "Yes."

Riccardo danced with his hands and feet, shouting that it was indeed the right thing to follow today with a faceless face.

Doha laughed loudly, as if he didn't take Riccardo's truth to heart.

Claire breathed a sigh of relief and reflected on what he had made a fuss about. Doha is an adult, so it is possible that he still has the same knowledge as a child.

"Where is my friend Claire? She is also very capable, you give her one too!"

It's like a big pet sale, buy one get one free?

What Claire didn't expect was that Riccardo didn't forget to take her with him. Although "she is also very capable" made Claire a little bit ridiculous, it really made Claire feel warm in his heart, and a smile crawled unconsciously on the corner of his mouth.

"No, no," Claire said hastily. "I don't have anything—"

"No problem!" Doha said proudly, blocking Claire's refusal.

"Don't listen to her!" Riccardo said confidently. "Claire just likes to say beautiful words, but she actually wants something, so don't believe it!"

Doha nodded again and again, indicating that he had seen through Claire's tricks a long time ago.

One big and one small are getting more and more eye-catching.

Claire who was stabbed by a friend: "..."

It must be an illusion that there is a warm current in my heart!

illusion! ! !

two,

Heimdall carefully put the newly acquired phoenix feathers into a special glass container. When the feather touched the surface of the container, it made a stinging sound, like burning coals turned hot and red, and began to ignite spontaneously.Mr. Doha provides all kinds of production tools in the venue, coupled with seemingly inexhaustible raw materials, it is simply a paradise for handicraft lovers.

Victor took a notebook and made records by the side, so that Heimdall can study and deliberate in the future.

Mionir glanced at the little phoenix who regarded them as a scourge, "I don't think it's reliable," he said, "From the perspective of magic power, the feathers of an adult phoenix are the wise choice. This phoenix is ​​too small. And it's so ugly..." He didn't continue, because Little Phoenix actually overcame the fear of Heliopa, and turned to stare at him instead.

Mionier touched his chin, the place where it pecked before was still aching.

"I need phoenix feathers, but I can't let the phoenix dominate." Heimdall cast a few healing spells on Mionir's chin, and Mionir closed his eyes and enjoyed it.After casting the spell, Heimdall stroked his son's chin, hoping to ease his discomfort, and Mionir became even more intoxicated.

The master squinted for a while, then picked up the box with the "Unicorn" label without changing his expression, pretended to pass it inadvertently, and then took over the action of the other party's hand as a matter of course, massaging it gently Son's jaw.

Mionier screamed, the skin was about to be rubbed off!

He glared at his father, who looked back casually, and then turned his back to Heimdall and showed what could be called a ferocious smile.

Mionir was honest, and this time he was honest.He took the notepad in Victor's hand calmly, and acted as a recorder for his father.

Heimdall, who knew nothing about this interaction, focused his attention on the box in his hand. The items in the box were of great value. It should be said that every display here is eye-catching.

Victor glanced at Mionier, who was still a little confused, "Record the phoenix feather, do you know how to record it?"

Mionier wanted to say that he knew, but he also worried about the substandard set in the school. It would be his fault if his future research work did not go well.

Mionir pouted, "Not very clear..."

"First of all, explain clearly the source of the feather. If it is taken directly from the phoenix, describe the appearance and other characteristics of the owner of the feather in detail, so that the wand will not be repaired in the future..."

"Oh, I see." Mionier wrote swiftly,

The master is sometimes naive and willful in his position as the head of the family, but he is still relatively serious and tolerant when educating children. As a witness, Mionier knows this very well, so he does not resent that he always competes with him and spares no effort to delay. The big daddy of his hind leg, it is also a kind of life interest if you think about it.

"How much do you know about Phoenix?" Victor asked again.

Mionir quickly corrected his attitude, "The phoenix is ​​the most loyal partner of mankind. It has golden and red feathers and other colorful feathers. It has an amazing load-bearing capacity. Tears have a strong healing effect. The feathers on the tail have strong magic power. It is the core of a wizard's wand. One of the preferred materials for making. The singing of the phoenix is ​​also magical. It is said that it can bring courage to people with a pure heart and bring fear to people with a dirty heart. When the phoenix is ​​about to die, it will throw itself into the flames and then be reborn in the fire .”

Victor nodded, "The memorization is not bad, it can be seen that it took a lot of effort."

Mionir touched his nose, he did recite the contents of the book, but he recited these are the generally accepted correct descriptions of the phoenix.

"No more? That's all?" Victor asked with raised eyebrows.

"I dare say my description is flawless." Mionier was very firm.

"This is what you call a detailed description? The phoenix you want to record is an individual that provided us with feathers. I'm not asking you to describe what a phoenix is."

Mionir stubbornly looked at the book without saying a word.

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Viktor seemed to think that Daddy was just looking for trouble, so he twitched his lips, turned his head and said to Heimdall who was concentrating on all kinds of materials, "My dear, give me some time."

Heimdall recovered from his contemplation, holding a branch in his hand, with several triangular ovoid leaves attached to it, and several blue-purple spherical fruits hanging on it.

"What's the matter?" Heimdall asked.

"I need to record this phoenix, come, tell me about our supplier." Victor said humorously.

Heimdall smiled, and approached the little phoenix with a branch. The little phoenix, which had been played with by the fire elf, did not reject the approach of the quasi-judge, but in order to show the dignity of the phoenix, it pretended to comb its feathers dismissively to show Contempt for this human being.

Heimdall took a rough look with his eyes first, and then took out a roll of silver tape measure from his pocket, and the tape measure was straightened into a strip under his skillful manipulation.He stretched out his hand cautiously, and brought the measuring tape close to the phoenix's paw. The numbers on the measuring tape seemed to be electrified and suddenly lit up. The light fluctuated randomly, and finally stopped between the numbers 6 and 7.

"Three months," Heimdall looked at the tape measure and hesitated for a moment, "9 days," and added the tail cautiously, "Around."

Victor smiled slightly, "It's about the same as my judgment," and then urged the indifferent Mionier, "Don't be in a daze, the age is three months and nine days."

Mionir paused, and started to write in a hurry, his eyes kept aiming at Heimdall.

"The coat color is reddish, the front of the claws are long and sharp, faintly black, and the back is slightly raised," Heimdall said here and handed out the branch in his hand. Although the little phoenix didn't like it, he didn't strongly resist. Heimdall used the branch in his hand Stir it's wings, "The feathers on the wings are more golden, and there are obvious gradient patterns." After saying that, he quickly pulled the branches away. It is wrong to tease the phoenix. "I judge that it is a male subspecies of Asia, and its main habitats are in eastern Asia and the west coast of the Pacific Ocean. In addition, there are also some on both sides of the Ural Mountains, and the number is not large."

"Asian species?!" Mionier blinked. "Isn't the phoenix a magical creature exclusive to Europe?"

"Who told you?" Heimdall frowned.

"It says in the book."

"Which book?"

"Me and My Little Phoenix, the content is quite interesting."

"Burn it right after you go back!" the quasi-judge said firmly.

Mionier: "Oh."

Classmate Xiaomi has no integrity when facing his little father.

"Actually, European phoenixes are quite different from Asian phoenixes, but European wizards generally don't come into contact with Asian phoenixes." Victor explained.

"Probably because they dislike their looks." Mionier felt that he had realized something.

Victor sneered, and Mionier glared at him, and then he burst into tears when Daddy killed him with his eyes.

The phoenixes in the world are roughly the same in appearance, and the phoenixes in different regions have their own unique characteristics. In Heimdall’s view, the Europa phoenix, which European wizards are proud of, has a larger proportion of “birds”. To put it bluntly, it is an animal; The Asian phoenix is ​​more in line with people's spirit, a kind of sustenance and yearning for beauty, and is regarded as an inviolable divine bird.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the Asian wizard's eyes?The wizards of Europa are disgusted like that, and they are still intoxicated by themselves?of course not!It takes too much time and energy to raise the West Asia Phoenix. It is not very beautiful at first, and it is a bit ugly to be picky, but this is not the whole of the Asia Phoenix. As long as you put your heart and soul into it, get along day and night, and take good care of it, the Phoenix will be reborn one day , ushering in the spectacular scene of a hundred birds facing the phoenix.

European wizards describe the phoenix as gentle and kind, while the Asian phoenix is ​​relatively aloof and lofty. The one in front of you... Ignore it for the time being. Maybe you have raised it all your life as an ugly bird, and the Asian phoenix also chooses its owner.

So in the final analysis, the wizard of Europa lost the patience to accommodate the king of birds after having his own phoenix bird pet. The evidence for this conclusion is in the hands of Heimdall. , It is not a sycamore tree that does not live.Just now Heimdall plucked the feathers of the little phoenix with a sycamore branch, but the phoenix, which is so easy to blow its feathers, endured it. The legend is exaggerated, but the essence is not biased.

Mionir was taken aback when he heard that, "... so powerful?"

I'm sorry that he couldn't see where this stinky stupid bird is. He even suspected that Mr. Doha was cheated. After all, selling magical animals is a high-risk and high-profit business. Black-hearted traders use fake phoenixes to deceive consumers. is not an isolated case.

"As long as Mr. Doha is patient, he will be pleasantly surprised." Victor said decisively.

Heimdall looked intently at the phoenix, which had no divine bird aura, and Mionir buried himself in the record, Emma, ​​was popularized.

"Like?" Victor asked Heimdall in a low voice.

"I used to be very eager to own an Asian subspecies, but now I don't think so." Heimdall shrugged, very free and easy. "The house is already very lively, and I don't have much patience, let alone serve with all my heart. I'm afraid I can only guard one phoenix egg in my life. Not everyone can be lucky enough to see a phoenix elephant, and I am already satisfied with the ferocious beast auspicious elephant gone."

Vic laughed.

three,

"Phoenix feather?" Heimdall asked.

"Yes." Victor replied.

Mionier stroked the paper.

"The four-faced mane?"

"Have."

Draw again.

"Thestral's heart tendons?"

"Have."

Still row.

"Blood from my left ring finger?"

"Have."

Row and row.

"My hair?"

"Have."

All strokes.

……

Heimdall took out a trimmed sycamore wood, began to carve its shape, polished its surface, and carefully painted it. Mionnier couldn't sit still while painting, and Heimdall was willing to trust his son, so he took the remaining After going through the next steps in detail, I let go and handed it over to my son for finishing.

Another hour passed and everything was ready.

First, use the phoenix feathers as the combustion source to refine the heart tendons of thestrals, and then add four different manes. During the refining process, it is necessary to carefully observe the fusion degree of each substance. If there is an obvious rejection reaction, it must be stopped immediately, and it cannot be forced Let them continue to merge, it will only accelerate the energy conflict and then explode.

After the three substances form a tripod and are relatively stable, it is necessary to "start anew" at this time - to refine Heimdall's hair and blood and pour it into the empty wand first, so that Heimdall's blood and hair can be used as a successor A breeding ground for three magical substances and their magical powers to fit together smoothly.

Here lies the difficulty, the hair and blood cannot be refined in advance, the whole process must be done in one go, so at this time it is Victor's turn to play the flame elf.Heimdall handed over the refined three substances to Victor, asking him to use the flame of the fire spirit to host the "insulation".As the pseudo-natural enemy of the phoenix, the fire elves are currently the only "incubator" Heimdall can find that can be managed.

The handover process was very slow and frightening. After Victor received the three substances from Heimdall, a strange flame spewed out of his wand in an instant. This process seemed ordinary, and it was not so easy to operate. The temperature of the flame And the size is very important, if you are not careful, the three substances will be burned.

Mionnell didn't dare to breathe out, for fear that his inadvertent sound would affect the two fathers, so he deliberately put on a muffled mask from Weasley's joke store—even if you rip your throat out, you won't be able to make a sound.

Refining one's own hair and blood was a new attempt, and it was Heimdall's whim. He had used exactly the same materials as before, but the effect was not satisfactory.This time I used my own hair and blood because he is firstly a wand user, and secondly, as a wizard, and a wizard with the blood of magical creatures. His hair has a certain amount of magic power. It's far from enough--the purebred Lusalka can still give it a try, and his mixed-race offspring still has self-knowledge.

His blood and hair may be used as a medium for synthesizing various rod core substances, and I hope this method will have a miraculous effect.

After filling the wand, Heimdall took the three substances from Victor's hand. Heimdall sent the core substance into the wand with anxiety and firmness. At first, the three substances did not match well. As part of magical creatures, they yearn for freedom, soul In the exclusion of bondage.The wand will bind them for a long time, perhaps without end.

At this time, the fusion agent that had stepped in first began to take effect. Heimdall gritted his teeth and persisted for a long time, but he didn't dare to use too much force. He was afraid that the magic power of the core of the wand would be unstable and fall short, until the soft and familiar magic power poured out from the wand, wrapping Living in restless cores, the cores slowly accepted the consolation of the fusion agent, let go of their resistance, obeyed the wizard's guidance, and moved into their new home.

This process didn't actually last long, but Heimdall felt as if he persisted for several days.

The moment the magic wand was finished, the little papa fell down as if he was exhausted, the big papa hurriedly supported him, and let the other party lean against him.

Mionir waited for a while, seeing that the two fathers seemed to have no intention of speaking, he couldn't help taking off his mask, and looked at the extremely ordinary-looking wand in Heimdall's hand.Only the little flower in the first half of the wand is a bit far from the beauty, which is considered creative.

It is Heimdall's obsession to get the hand-carved flowers to the front half. When the previous wand was repaired, he patronized Gao Da Shang under the supervision of Ollivander.

Mionier is so anxious, why are the fathers silent?

"How?" Mionir broke the silence.

"Beef noodles," said Heimdall.

"What?" Mionnier scratched his ears.

Heimdall said again, "I want a banana split."

Victor smiled. "I'd like an open sandwich."

Heimdalton came to his spirits, "Let's go, let's go to Denmark!!!"

Mionnell pursed his lips.

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