HP's Foreign Land

Don't expect how comfortable it will be to sit on the back of a spider without a shock absorber. In addition, most spiders do not take unusual paths. They have to climb against tangled tree stumps when there is flat ground, and sometimes they just go straight to the tree... [-] years old The children on the left and right especially like to do this kind of thing. Usually, the parents will laugh and scold them, "you can't stay idle!"

Heimdall really wanted to say the same thing to the spider, but then gave up. He didn't want to have a spider son.

Just like this up and down, left and right, Heimdall felt that his whole body was about to blurt out.

There is no place to pull on the spider's back, let alone any armrests. Sitting on it, you can't lean forward and backward, and you don't know where to go. After falling all over the place, the eight-eyed spider thought of a way, and held up a huge pincer like the famous Statue of Liberty in Citigroup—of course, there was no torch on the pincer— Then lean back the pliers.

Heimdall hugged the sharp giant tongs tightly, thinking to himself, "This is a torch, this is a torch, this is a torch..."

Heimdall's face turned green when the spider leader swiftly lifted the other pincers, blocked a branch that was as thick as an adult man's arm, and cut it into two with ease like cutting tofu. Fortunately, the surrounding area was relatively dark, and no one noticed that his face was disheveled.

The thick black hair on the eight-eyed spider's back made his butt hurt and numb, but that's fine. After all, there is no shock absorption system. The most unbearable thing for Heimdall is the strange smell that gets into his nasal cavity from time to time. It suddenly occurred to him that the spiders hadn't bathed since they broke their eggs. In fact, most wild animals didn't have the habit of bathing. Besides, this place was not in Africa, where the sun was scorching hot, and these spiders were not African elephants.

Will there be fleas? !For some unknown reason, Heimdall suddenly felt a little itchy...Maybe it was a psychological effect, but as he thought about it, his hands scratched harder.

Toffee looked at Heimdall scratching up and down strangely, Heimdall turned his head and said to it, "You should wash it well when you go back."

Toffee shook his head vigorously, just like most land animals, Comrade Toffee naturally dislikes water.

At this moment, two dazzling lights swept over, like two paintbrushes dipped in yellow and white paint, rendering two long bright color blocks in the dense forest where you can't see your fingers.

Heimdall forgot to tickle his itch, and was surprised to see the two lights rumbling past about 100 meters away from him. That's right, they were just passing by...

It was a car, if his eyes did not make a mistake, and it was a car with a small tree growing on the roof. When the car passed by, Heimdall squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a long time. There seemed to be nothing in the car. Human, because he was afraid of alarming the creatures in the Forbidden Forest, he didn't allow himself to use magic casually, and he didn't even dare to ignite the fluorescent flashes.

"It won't attack us," said the little spider on the shoulder.

Heimdall nodded blankly, "...I know." He didn't turn his head back until he could no longer see the car.

"That thing suddenly appeared in the Forbidden Forest two years ago. It seems to know the savior, and the savior's friend who is afraid of spiders." The spider guide below him suddenly spoke.

Could it be Mr. Weasley's Ford Anglia? !How can it be?Then I thought about it, no wonder I didn't see this car when I went to Weasley's house during the World Cup finals, and I didn't think to ask at that time... But why did I come here?

"How did you know Ron was afraid of spiders?" Heimdall said.

"Oh, that red-haired kid is called Ron? The spiders in Hogwarts castle heard that guy shouting 'there are spiders, there are spiders' every night in his dreams." There was a bit of ridicule in the words, and even a little complacency .

Animals always put deterrence first, and can make other species fearful enough to talk in their sleep. They will think this is a manifestation of strength and feel sincere pride, although Ron is afraid of creatures like spiders, not eight. The mighty force of the eye spider's complacency.

They soon came to the territory of the eight-eyed spider. When they walked around an ancient tree that three people could not hold together, the guide said with emotion: "The tree that divided the boundary was not this tree at all, and our territory is getting smaller and smaller. gone."

The guide made a bend and took the road to the right.

"Whose family owns the land on the left now?" On the right of Heimdall, there is an endless stretch of quiet vegetation.

"Only horses know." The guide seemed unwilling to talk, and soon fell silent.

***

Seeing Aragog for the second time, Heimdall was still not quite used to its tonnage, and retreated involuntarily.

"Much more pleasing to the eye than yesterday," said Aragog.

Can you see it?Heimdall murmured in his heart, of course it was pleasing to the eye, with a strange smell all over his body, he must feel very kind.

Aragog is not a spider who likes to talk nonsense, and he said straight to the point: "The centaur tribe is very mysterious. In fact, many animals in the Forbidden Forest don't know where their lairs are. Are you going to go by yourself, or let my descendants send it to you?" you go?"

"If possible, I would like to have a guide who is familiar with the terrain to lead me, so as not to go to places I shouldn't go and waste time." Heimdall is not polite to it. very bad.

"Then you run again." Aragog said to the big guy beside Heimdall.

The spider guide replied respectfully, "Got it."

"Thank you." Heimdall thanked the guide.

"I will not rashly enter the centaur tribe." The guide said bluntly. "They don't welcome us."

"The horse people probably don't know that you have already grasped the exact location of their lair, right? I understand what you mean, I said it yesterday, you just need to put me down near the territory, and then tell me how to get there." Hai Mudar nodded.

Probably Heimdall's peaceful attitude of not making an inch won the goodwill of the guide. It didn't talk nonsense, and directly lowered its torso. With the previous experience, this time Heimdall quickly climbed up holding the toffee.

"The centaur tribe is deep in the forbidden forest. Every once in a while, their patrollers will come out to patrol the edge of the territory. If unfortunately they meet head-on, do you have a way to avoid their attack? The creatures in the forbidden forest say that the centaur loves peace. Easy to get along with, in fact, they are very vigilant, especially when facing unwelcome uninvited guests." The guide kindly reminded Heimdall.

Heimdall was stunned, and then remembered the small glass lamp given to him by the mermaid leader Cocos, so he took out a cloth bag from his pocket, and carefully took out the lamp from the cloth bag. The lamp lifted up.

"Is this okay?"

"Hateful light." The huge body of the guide moved.

The little spiders around made quick rustling sounds, and a large area was quickly emptied out of the square inch illuminated by the glass lamp, all eight-eyed spiders were avoiding the radiation range of the light.

Eight-eyed spiders like darkness and quiet, preferably with moist air and inexhaustible meat resources, so the natural environment of the Forbidden Forest is very suitable for eight-eyed breeding.

The only exception is the little eight-eye jumping up and down on Heimdall's shoulder. It jumped directly onto the guide's back, jumped to the lamp, and circled around the glass lamp like a moth to a flame.

Heimdall smiled, this little eight eye is quite different.

"Are you going with us too?" Heimdall asked Little Bayan.

"It's the one who discovered the Centaur tribe. It's different from us. It's very wild and always likes to run outside."

After the spider leader finished speaking, he pulled his whole body up abruptly, stretched his eight legs in an orderly manner, and flexibly climbed up the trunk of a big tree. Jumping, after the moment of violent bumping when it landed, it drove quickly in the woods. At this time, Heimdall couldn't tell where the eight-eyed spider's lair was.

During the whole process of the leader's activities, Heimdall only cared about holding Toffee and himself. If it wasn't for Little Eight Eyes, the mermaid's glass lamp would definitely be thrown away.

Little Eight Eyes seems to like glass lamps very much, arching the lamp like a bracket, swaying left and right according to the frequency of the guide's climbing bumps, it looks precarious, but it is actually more stable than Heimdall holding the pliers up.

The silver light is like a comet passing through the twilight, falling into the dense forest of winter night, passing through quietly, bringing out the dim starlight all the way.

There was no sound in the Forbidden Forest, and the animals seemed to have fallen asleep. The rushing water was rushing in the river, making short and sudden crashing sounds, and breaking into fine waves on the jagged rocks.

Looking around, except for darkness, there is no picture here, and the thick and colorful life is all condensed under the silver glass lamp.

"We won't be attacked suddenly, right?" Heimdall couldn't help lowering his voice.

"If we are really attacked, it is eight or nine out of ten that it is the Centaur," replied the guide.

"...The mermaid told me that this lamp can avoid being attacked by the centaur." Heimdall murmured.

"Those fish have always taken the situation on land for granted." The tone of the spider guide was rigid. If there were more human qualities, this sentence would be more vivid and bitter.

After another section of progress, the guide suddenly slowed down, and the arrogant eight-eyed spider had to be cautious to survive. In this land, the deterrent power of the centaur can be seen.

"I can't go any further..." Before the guide could finish his sentence, the sudden scream was drawn into a stream of murderous aura in the hollow darkness, and it brushed against his ears, making a sound—some kind of object embedded The sound of the tree trunk made the ears tingle.

The spider guide was flustered for a moment, he scrambled a few times on his eight legs, and then calmed down.

Heimdall didn't subconsciously reach out to touch his ear until it calmed down...Lighting on the light, he saw bloodstains on his palm, and panic and fear suddenly came to his heart. He turned his head and vaguely saw an arrow stuck not far away. on the trunk of the tree where they had just stopped.

In other words, the attack was aimed at them.

Heimdall quickly pulled out his wand, fully alert, Little Eight Eyes whispered in his ear, "The centaur."

"I didn't expect their inspection scope to expand." Even in the face of unfavorable situations, the guide still spoke flatly, and his calm tone effectively calmed Heimdall's inner panic.

"Isn't it too late for you to run away now?" Although it was a bit unnecessary, Heimdall couldn't help asking, and then he thought of something, and said, "Aren't we all soldiers? Isn't this the territory of the centaur?"

The guide didn't speak, and the sound of messy hooves approached gradually, in panic or panic. It sounded like more than one centaur surrounded him. Heimdall and his party, including Xiao Bayan, couldn't help but hold their breath and remained silent.

The first centaur to enter Heimdall's field of vision was all fiery red, as if wrapped in flames, with red hair, red beard, a brown-red horse body from the waist down, and a long red ponytail behind him. Walking calmly and vigorously, neither fast nor slow.

The imaginary storm did not appear, and Heimdall could not help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He was not afraid of not being able to explain clearly, but he was afraid that he would not be given a chance. This horseman does not seem to be an unreasonable and stubborn conservative.

The sound of chopping hoofs sounded hurriedly behind the red horse man, and a horse man with a shiny black body leaped out of the darkness aggressively, his rough face was full of unkindness.

The moment he saw Heimdall and his party, his sharp eyes pierced over, "Eight eyes! Could it be that Aragog forgot our warning? Who allowed you to leave your territory? You are still going to bear the wrath of the centaur ?"

The spider leader dashed forward, braked suddenly, and backed away. This strange behavior made Heimdall realize that it was not afraid, but restraining its anger.

The mermaid lamp flickered in mid-air following the hasty behavior of the guide, and the always silent red centaur narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Get out of here quickly!" The black horse man unceremoniously issued the order to drive away. Even though he was sitting on the leader's back, Heimdall was still awed by his tall, mighty, wild and unruly awe-inspiring aura.

Heimdall believes that this is a Centaur who walks the talk.

So he held up the mermaid lamp, stood up and said loudly: "Please forgive me, if our behavior offends you and your people, I am sorry, but I can swear in the name of Merlin, all of this has nothing to do with the eight-eyed spider relation."

"Merlin?!" The black horse man raised his head and laughed loudly as if he had heard some joke.

Heimdall frowned at his laughter, suppressing the urge to retort.

Toffee poked its head out of Heimdall's arms, revealing its fangs, and Heimdall patted its head, signaling to stay calm.

"Bain." The red centaur called softly.

The unscrupulous laughter of the black horseman stopped.

"This kid is still a little pony, put away your violent temper, we shouldn't be angry with innocent lives." The red horse man's voice was low and soft, with a hint of sadness that touched the heartstrings.

As soon as the red horse man said this, the black horse man lowered his eyebrows and looked down. Although his face was full of resentment, he stopped venting his negative emotions wantonly.

Seeing this, Heimdall immediately had a guess. Maybe the red horse man was higher than the black horse man, and the two horse men who came over after that seemed very silent, and they were standing at the back—more important than the black horse man. Backwards, there is no urgency to come to the front, all this gives Heimdall a signal, and he should try to find a breakthrough from the red horseman.

"A human child entered the Forbidden Forest alone, do you know what you are doing?" The red centaur looked at Heimdall with deep and calm eyes.

"I'm not alone," Heimdall said. "And I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Oh, yes," the red centaur nodded, looking away from Heimdall, and glanced over one by one, "It's really a different expedition team, a human child, one, ah, it should be two An eight-eyed spider, and... a Chimera."

The centaur behind him couldn't help being startled when he heard the last word. A few bright eyes swept towards Heimdall, and then quickly turned away, looking around in the woods with a slight gaffe, probably looking for the legendary Chimera. , for a while, he didn't equate the hairball with the fangs bared in Heimdall's arms with the famous beast.

Didn't you find Olar?This idea rolled in Heimdall's mind, and he remained calm on the surface.

"Human, why did you come here?" The red centaur finally spoke to Heimdall's long-awaited idea.

"I represent the mermaids in the lake to discuss business with you." Heimdall raised the moss lamp in his hand again.

This time, the other centaurs had to pay attention to the unusualness in that lamp.

The horsemen couldn't help but looked at each other.