HP's Foreign Land

It seems that there is nothing to gain today... Heimdall silently put the pocket watch back into his pocket, and at the corner of his eyes, he saw the handful of herbs cut short by Xiao Bayan, and Ah Q comforted himself.

Facing Xiaobayan who was obviously waiting for his praise, Heimdall could only smile, "Good job!" He gave it a thumbs up.

Little Eight Eyes circled around Heimdall excitedly.

The more it is like this, Heimdall's words will continue to choke in his throat. It is best to uproot the whole medicinal herb when picking it, otherwise it will not be easy to store. There is actually a lot of knowledge in it. Some herbs are only used as medicine by their roots. , some are stems, some are flowers, some are leaves...the list goes on and on.

If picking herbs was as simple as picking flowers, cultivating herbs would not be an ancient science with a long history.

However, Heimdall was very moved by Xiaobayan's intentions, so he smiled at the handful of wilted herbs, took out a small leather pouch from his pocket, put the herbs into the bag, and tied the pocket tightly. dragonhide rope.

Little Eight Eyes crawled onto Heimdall's knee, looking at all this curiously.

Heimdall smiled at it, "I put the herbs in this bag for easy preservation, and I will take them out later when I need them. This is the herb you picked, and I will keep it safe." The leather bag was stuffed back into the pocket, and then the outer edge of the pocket was patted.

Little Bayan swayed vainly again. No matter what kind of creature, he likes himself or his behavior to be valued. Obviously, Heimdall's move makes him very happy.

"Hey, Your Royal Highness, let's not be too busy looking for friends, can we find something easy to use first?" Heimdall patted the spider prince's big pincers.

After a while, Prince Spider slowed down, "What are your plans?"

"I want to get something to go back to the business." Comrade Heimdall attaches great importance to the work of the mermaid ambassador, and wants to do his best. He went out at noon today in high spirits, and went back with nothing at night, which is too cheap.

Director Strulusson is a person who cares about face.

Look, the mermaid doesn't necessarily have such a flamboyant heart and mind, but he got entangled with it first, man, life is so tiring.

Heimdall was familiar with the things listed on the mermaid list—thanks to God for giving him a good memory. Although the ancestor of the eight-eyed spider was not a local resident, after so many years, he already knew this forest well.

The spider prince was also unambiguous, and quickly understood what Heimdall was thinking, and immediately turned his direction. He chose the one that he thought was easy to use from the list of herbs reported by Heimdall, and took the lead in rushing towards the nearest one. go.

Seeing how fast it reacted, Heimdall couldn't help but smile. The night ahead was as dark as ink, but he seemed to see the end of the darkness, and large tracts of precious medicinal herbs were waving their tender hands at him.

"You said His Highness the Crown Prince just now? That His Highness the Crown Prince is talking about me?" The eight-eyed Crown Prince asked during the march.

"You don't know why you agreed?" Heimdall asked in an interesting way, and his low mood was sublimated in YY.

Without waiting for the eight-eyed prince to answer, he continued, "That's right, the prince is you."

"...that's the name you gave me?"

"To be precise, that's your job title." Heimdall thought to himself, and more specifically, it's the crown prince. After Aragog... that, this job title won't apply.

"..." The eight-eyed prince didn't speak again, but Heimdall's intuition told him that His Royal Highness seemed not very happy.

As for why, God knows.

The following situation did not allow Heimdall to continue to discuss in depth, and his mood turned from joy to worry, then worry to fear, and then fear to embarrassment.

When a few big guys were chased by a group of angry thugs and threw up their armor and armor and ran away with their heads in their hands, Heimdall on the spider's back was already turned blue from the bump, and his hands and feet twitched.

How many times is this?At first it was the Motra, then the giant-tailed beast, and now the stinger. It is unimaginable that the eight-eyed spider who dared to make friends with the irritable troll and confront the centaur would take these little monsters. There is nothing wrong with animals, not only that, but the most depreciating thing is that they are chased so that they have no image at all and run away.

This makes the wizards who regard the eight-eyed spider as an untamable and ferocious carnivorous animal feel so embarrassed. Thinking of the series of thrilling and life-and-death events that happened when they stumbled into the eight-eyed lair by mistake, Heimdall burst into tears.

"Are you always like this?" Heimdall couldn't help asking when they ran to a safe place.

"What kind?" The prince was puzzled.

"Rush straight up when you see them?"

"Didn't you want medicinal herbs? This one grows the one you mentioned... what is that?" The eight-eyed prince hesitated.

"Meihuicao, it doesn't matter if you don't remember this." Heimdall quickly changed the subject, "It is not uncommon to have Meihuicao in the place where the thorns live, because the excrement of the thorny people helps the seedlings of the Meihui grass. growth... Why am I telling you this, I want to ask why you are running rampant? There is also the giant tail beast in front, and the Motra rat in front, is it meaningful to rush forward regardless? Even if these animals are big Small, inconspicuous, you can't be so reckless, ants bite people when they are in a hurry!"

"Oh, now I know."

Heimdall was choked by the prince's understatement, and the suffocating words had nowhere to go, so he had to swallow them again. Heimdall was very frantic, and finally said weakly: "You don't know?"

"Well, I haven't had much contact with these animals before, but now I know." From this, it can be inferred what types of eight-eyed spiders' friends are, such as the river monster who is extremely vicious when he disagrees with him. Birds of a feather flock together.

Maybe the eight-eyed spider doesn't pay attention to the little animals in the Forbidden Forest at all.

"In that case, please listen to my instructions. I will be responsible for leading these thorns to a certain direction, and you will be responsible for entanglement." Having said this, Heimdalton paused. "No problem?"

The eight-eyed prince was stimulated by the suspicion in his words, and the huge pliers opened and closed with a snap, almost cutting Heimdall's wrist with a knife. Maybe the eyes will be lost.

His Royal Highness froze.

"No problem?" Heimdall clenched his fists without changing his expression.

The pliers raised by the prince fell lightly.

***

This group of thorns may be a group. At first glance, there are a lot of them. There are about 30 or so. They like to move in groups and basically never stand alone.

Although it lacks photosynthesis, the Forbidden Forest is still rich in soil and water, and rich in products.

So far, the small animals he has seen are all above the average body length, such as this thorn, the textbook says that the maximum body length of the thorn is no more than 30 centimeters, and the thorn here is obviously more than this number.The thorny population in the UK is a native English species. Generally speaking, the thorny species will enter a state of hibernation when the temperature is lower than 8 degrees Celsius. The English is one of the few species in Europe that does not hibernate, but this one in the Forbidden Forest is too spring. Bar.

As a result, Heimdall, who was full of confidence, hesitated instead. What if the method mentioned in the book doesn't work?

Putting aside a moment's hesitation, Heimdall stepped in decisively, and the long-sealed experimental spirit of Director Strulusson began to stir.

Heimdall, who was nestled behind a tree, carefully observed a group of thorns in the depression in front of him. He didn't sleep at such a late hour, he was not a good boy.Thinking of this, Heimdall glanced at the group of thorns and spread back, and saw a sparse but lush patch of plum grass growing on the other side of the depression. lure out.

"Ready?"

Little Eight Eyes nodded, and then sneaked out from behind the tree without a sound, and moved a little bit towards Thorn. Heimdall saw the speed of Little Eight Eyes, and then raised his wand and threw a transfiguration at Little Eight Eyes. eye body.

Little Bayan's whole body trembled violently, and after a weird twist, a walking milk plate appeared on the land of the Forbidden Forest and kept moving towards the depression.

Little Bayan moved to the destination and stopped. The stinger in the depression was just taken aback when he saw the milk plate at first, but the plate that Little Bayan turned into shook suddenly, and white milk froth splashed out from the edge of the plate. Sprinkled in the hollows, and splashed on the nearest thorns.

Spikes hate milk, and when they see milk they think they are being murdered.

It's a hornet's nest.

The thorns were furious, bristling with rage, covered with spikes all over their bodies, howled sharply, and all stepped forward with their short legs, rushing towards the hateful milk plate.

Little Eight Eyes is so clever, he pokes the stinger's nest, and runs away. The eight-eyed spider's movement speed is much faster than that of the stingers. The child is completely hooked, and won't give up halfway, and Xiao Bayan obeys Heimdall's order to find a place to hide. Even if it is a milk plate now, it still has the hiding ability it should have.

And the group of thorns who were dazzled by anger had long since disappeared.

Only then did Heimdall come out from behind the tree, and Little Eight Eyes had returned to its original appearance, squatting on top of Heimdall's head.

Heimdall stretched out his arms and raised his wand, posing in a ridiculous posture of being the only one in the sky and earth, and laughing wildly up to the sky. After all, he was afraid that he would not be able to disturb the surroundings, so he just put on a maniacal laugh and didn't dare to make a sound.

Then stretched out the index finger and middle finger of the left hand, made a shape that looked like pliers, and touched each other with the small eight-eyed pliers on the top of the head to show a happy cooperation, and we will continue to work hard.

Just when Heimdall, who was wearing gloves, couldn't wait to stuff the highly poisonous plum grass carefully dug out into the small leather pouch, the eight-eyed prince hung from the tree next to him, and landed right in front of Heimdall's eyes.

Fortunately, these days he is used to the close-ups of eight-eyed spiders, otherwise he would have been paralyzed from fright when he raised his eyes suddenly.

"All done?" Heimdall glanced at it calmly, then lowered his head calmly and continued digging herbs.

The eight-eyed prince made a humane click, expressing his regret that Heimdall was not frightened.

"According to your requirements, it's not a problem to stick the spider webs for half an hour." Spider Prince said.

In order to prevent the thorny man from suddenly returning his carbine, the spider webs of the eight-eyed spiders are his special backhands. He has thoroughly seen the wit and reflexes of the animals these days. A high-level primate in the food chain, he dare not be negligent now.

The eight-eyed spiders in front of him can swallow him alive with his hair and clothes. They are not in the food chain, but they still like to eat people.

Heimdall unceremoniously dug up the mature Meihui grass, leaving the seedlings untouched and the seedling Meihui grass untouched.The seedlings of Meihui grass are less toxic, and can be used as a reserve for the prickly pups, and the prickly pears generally only eat one-third of the seedlings. The fruity Meihui grass is related to the sustainable development of this piece of Meihui grass. It is an unwritten rule that wizards need to follow when digging medicinal herbs in the wild. Random picking and cutting is unforgivable, because sometimes a grass may be related to the survival or death of an animal.

The profoundness of herbology is also reflected here. If you don’t even know how to pick herbs, let alone abide by the rules of picking herbs.

Before leaving, Heimdall found that there were slender thorns scattered in the depression. These gray or white mottled thorns were the thick skinned old thorns that fell off the thorns' bodies during their metabolism.

Heimdall picked out the well-shaped old thorns and put them away.

***

"Come and pick me up, and bring some food along the way, the box lunch you made for me has already been eaten up." Heimdall stared at the small mirror, "I'm going to the edge of the Forbidden Forest now, the crown prince has already dispatched I'm going down to meet you, if you see the eight-eyed spider popping up, don't panic."

Although Heimdall thought that Victor would not make a fuss from the bottom of his heart, he still couldn't help nagging. After staying in the animal world for a long time, he especially wanted to talk to someone to prove that his language ability had not deteriorated.

"Well, I see. See you later." Victor was always more concise than him, so he put it aside.

"Who is that?" the eight-eyed prince asked curiously.

"Boyfriend, you should have seen him. He was there when I went to your lair for the first time." Heimdall put away the mirror and ran all the way out of the Forbidden Forest. A tough, expensive herb out there.

The Forbidden Forest is really a good place. Heimdall believes that Principal Dumbledore is well aware of these "insignificant" "tricks", but does the British Ministry of Magic really understand the value of this forest?

But that's fine, the less they understand, the safer the ecological environment here will be.

"Are you mother?"

After a bumpy journey, Prince Spider uttered such a sentence, which almost knocked Heimdall down, and Xiao Bayan fell off his head by surprise. He lost his body, fell on the back of Heimdall's head and dangled, Heimdall decided to wash his head several times after going back.

"...I have always thought that my appearance is quite obvious." Heimdall sat down again, never being recognized. Of course, his "never" refers to human beings, not including animals.

"I remember that the boyfriend that humans say is the female's ready mating object." The spider prince waited, but he couldn't wait for Heimdall's next words, and couldn't help but become more curious, "Why don't you speak? Am I wrong? ?”

"No, I'm just feeling that your inductive ability is so incisive and extraordinary."

"Then you still say you are not a mother?!" Prince Spider expressed his confusion.

Heimdall smiled wryly, how to explain this?

"Human sexual behavior is not necessarily for the purpose of passing on to the next generation. Can you understand what I mean?" Heimdall said hesitantly. It should be better to communicate directly by directly mentioning sex. He doesn't think spiders can understand the "love" that humans say .

The spider prince didn't think so, "I understand, the sexual behavior you mentioned is mating, even if you don't breed offspring, do you still mate?"

Heimdall said stiffly, "Yes."

"Mating for the sake of mating?"

"That's right..."

"Then your mating..."

"Don't keep mating, okay?!" Heimdall went berserk, why did he discuss the value of human sexuality with a spider? !

"Then let me say something else." Prince Spider was very wronged.

"speak!"

"Are you male or female?"

The next second, Heimdall fled into the sky with a sad expression on his face. This time, Little Eight Eyes jumped up cleverly.

Take a plane.

During the flight, Heimdall heard a noise coming from below, but he didn't take it seriously, and continued to follow the direction of the eight-eyed spider on the ground, and the noisy sound was quickly left behind.

There was a rush of hoofbeats from the place I passed just now, and a shiny black figure suddenly appeared, "Where is Opal? Where is it? Where is it?" Baine rushed over excitedly.

This "opal" refers to the white falcon Rig, and the horoscope has not been written yet. Bain, who is "preparing for a rainy day", has even thought of a pet name.

The centaur patrols were stunned by his unusual excitement. One of them pointed to the sky and said, "Fly away."

The corners of Bain's upturned mouth immediately hung down, two thick eyebrows stood upright, and his face was irritable. It was still spring just now, but now it's winter.

The centaur patrols took a big step back in unison, they had experienced the old man's temper.

"Where did you fly to?" Even the tone of the voice was lowered several scales.

The centaur patrol who bore the brunt burst into tears, "No, I didn't see clearly."

Another patrol pointed his hand cleverly, "I saw it flying there."

Baine didn't say anything, and rushed in that direction.

The patrols who were left behind couldn't help but look at each other, and the one who pointed the way suddenly became uneasy, "Follow that direction and you'll get out of the woods."

"Alright, that white falcon probably feels that this forest is not safe, and it will give up after flying away from Bain." One of the patrolling eyes lit up.

"It's not good at all." The other centaur patrols hugged their heads in pain. "At that time, he will be in a bad mood. Baine who is in a bad mood is terrible."

The author has something to say: Opal is a kind of precious opal, colorful and pleasing to the eye. If you are interested, you can go to Du Niang to ask about it.