HP's Foreign Land

The eight-eyed prince ran forward for a short while, and stopped again. Heimdall thought it was going the wrong way, and was going to reverse the car. However, after the prince turned around, he was not in a hurry to hurry, but turned to the man who could not see his fingers. Darkness said: "When are you going to hide?"

Who is it talking about?Are there other creatures around here?

Heimdall looked at Toffee in a state of vigilance in confusion, that is to say, Toffee hadn't noticed that there were living creatures nearby.

Heimdall was immediately on alert.

Darkness stared back indifferently.

Just when Heimdall thought that the prince was making a fuss, and he was threatening himself, there was a slight rustling sound, and after the rustling of branches and leaves passed away, a group of indistinct figures walked out from the background. The person who came was about sixty or seventy years old. cm, 90.00% of them are initially determined to be non-human.

When the shadow approached, so close that Heimdall could recognize who it was, he was surprised to find that it was Ponlock who hid from everyone.

Heimdall stared at Ponlock for a long time. Panglock, who was full of expectations, thought he didn't know him anymore, and was disappointed, his clear and bright eyes dimmed.

"Is your injury okay?" Heimdall said hesitantly.

Pang Locke was overjoyed, his eyes instantly recovered, and he took two steps forward, stretched out a thick palm disproportionate to his size, touched his big head, and nodded shyly.

Heimdall laughed and held out his thumb to it.

The reason why Heimdall didn't speak for a long time just now was because he was afraid of admitting a mistake. The individual characteristics of most magical animals are not obvious. Looking at it from a human perspective, it is difficult to tell who is who. Fortunately, he has lived until now in his life. I have only seen one Panglock with my own eyes, otherwise I would not dare to recognize each other rashly.

Panglock suddenly started to dance with his hands and feet, doing nondescript flying movements with two wings, and then he used his knowledge and gave Heimdall his thumbs up.

Heimdall laughed out loud at the creature, it seemed that it already knew that it was the white falcon, so it jumped off the spider's back with great interest.

Seeing him approaching without warning, Panglock subconsciously fled back into the darkness and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Heimdall stood there in embarrassment, neither advancing nor retreating. He couldn't help complaining about the "Yegong good dragon" Panglock. After calming down, he thought that he had really rushed in, smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned back to prepare to climb. go back.

With the sound of "Yiya", Heimdall turned around and saw that Ponlock came out again, with two big palms nervously grabbing the messy hair on his body, looking at himself eagerly, and moving towards Heimdall little by little. .

"You don't have to come here." Heimdall thought it didn't need to force himself.

Pang Locke turned a deaf ear to his suggestion, and moved forward with his clumsy big feet.

It stopped in front of Heimdall, its [-] centimeters was far away from Heimdall's waist, cramped against Heimdall's leg, and touched Heimdall's hand hesitantly.

During this period, Heimdall didn't dare to move, for fear of frightening Panglock, who had finally mustered up his courage.

There is also a fate between animals and people. Maybe this Ponlock and himself have a good eye, so there will be such a historic scene.Heimdall never thought that he was attracted to animals. He couldn't get close to many animals raised by Professor Hagrid, especially the Hippogriff named Buckbeak. Except for the owner Hagrid, it was a big school. Only Harry Potter.

Carlo and Ryan once coveted Harry and the Hippogriff, and they took a bunch of dead mice to seduce Buckbeak, which almost caused a disaster, and the little fat and handsome guys settled down. No longer dare to wishful thinking.

The Hippogriff has bright eyes, bright fur, steel gray beak and claws. It walks majesticly and mightily, with one wing, it reaches the sky in the blink of an eye.

Heimdall was also very greedy, but the lesson learned from the past was too scary, and he didn't intend to make mistakes. Being scratched by the Hippogriff was no joke.

So when I saw that Pang Locke was playing, I was very happy. Look, this is our personality charm, and we can find a match.

He also didn't think about Olar, Toffee, Little Eight Eyes, Mermaid, Prince and other animals who came here to find balance. If those magical animal researchers found out, he would definitely be mobbed by a group of jealous experts. beat up.

At first, Panglock only dared to point one finger at the back of Heimdall's hand. Maybe he found that it was not as scary as he imagined, so he boldly added another finger...until the whole hand touched it.

Heimdall felt that it was almost done, squatted down and held Panglock's hand, shaking it up and down, "Let's get to know each other, I'm Heimdall Strulusson, just call me Heimdall."

Ponlock made a series of noises, and Heimdall asked the prince in bewilderment, "What is it talking about?"

"It wants the hair on your body." The prince replied.

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and sighed to Panglock, "You are so direct." He opened his mouth to ask for something, but this "hair"...

Panglock didn't know why, his eyes were full of question marks, and then he suddenly remembered something, and made a bird flapping motion with both hands.

Heimdall suddenly realized, and waved his hands, "You want feathers?!"

Panglock nodded vigorously, his eyes sparkling.

"I don't have one." Heimdall shook his head, looking embarrassed.Where can he get feathers this late at night?

Panglock suddenly became anxious, pointed at Heimdall, and made two more flapping movements.

Heimdall understood now, "You want the feathers of the white falcon?"

Panglock's eyes began to flash again.

Heimdall lowered his head and approached Ponlock's eyes, "Pull it out."

Panglock was so puzzled that he bent down to look for Heimdall's face.

"The feathers are gone without the body." Heimdall said to it.

Just thinking about how to explain the Animagus, Heimdall felt a pain in his scalp. Heimdall raised his head painfully, and saw Panglock holding some of his hair, obsessed with the light golden color.

Then, he carefully braided these strands of hair into a hemp rope-like belt tied around his waist. Don't look at Pang Locke's thick fingers, the movement of threading is particularly quick, without any sense of clumsiness, much more flexible than a certain room chief .

In fact, the last time he met it, Heimdall noticed the hemp rope tied around his waist. Later, when he transformed into a white falcon, he observed the hemp rope at close range, and he had some calculations in his heart. A hair lover.

The hemp rope about two fingers thick is actually woven from hair of various colors.

After carefully identifying the hairs, Heimdall couldn't help but ask, "Can you give me some of the hairs you braided on the hemp rope?"

Panglock blinked his eyes and was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting that someone would ask it for this.

"Can't you?" Seeing that it didn't make a sound, Heimdall thought it was reluctant, so he said, "How about I exchange something with you." After speaking, he took things out of his pocket, quill, notebook, seal, mini ink Bottles, pocket watches, and other knick-knacks, and a handful of sweets.

Toffee was very excited when she saw the pile of candies.

Pang Locke didn't touch the candy, and picked up those gadgets one by one. Heimdall saw it skipping the pocket watch, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He checked in his heart that he shouldn't act impulsively. That thing is the public property of the laboratory, and it cannot be greedy for ink, let alone be a favor, and it must be left to the next head of the laboratory.

Panglock's hand finally rested on the seal.

This is a round copper-cast seal the size of a Jin Galleon. There is no finely carved button. It is a raised steamed bun when it is flat. The other end is connected to a multicolored glass bead the size of a fingernail. The glass bead is magically processed and functions like a memory ball, changing colors according to the holder.

The entire seal, including the pendant, is not worth much.

It can be said that it is the cheapest of all the things that Heimdall brought out. In terms of market price, it is cheaper than that handful of candies.

Pang Locke just fell in love with it, and didn't mean to let go.

Because of the exquisite workmanship of this copper seal, it looked as if it was covered with a layer of golden sand when exposed to the light. Heimdall was afraid that Ponlock would not take a closer look, so he compared it with fluorescent flashes. Can't put it down.

Heimdall thought amusedly, like a dragon, he likes shiny things. In fact, he has no right to laugh at others. He himself is drooling and YYing at the cabinet in Dumbledore's office.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Pang Locke kept silent, rubbing the letters on the seal repeatedly, it seemed that he really liked it.

Heimdall took the seal, and Panglock was very nervous. Heimdall smiled slightly when he saw it, "Don't worry, this is already yours." After speaking, he breathed heavily towards the place where the letters were engraved on the seal , and then placed under a fluorescent light source, Panglock clearly saw a string of characters on the seal, distorted and deformed under the fumigation of the heat, the lines were reassembled into a bird, the bird flapped its wings twice, and a new words.

Panglock doesn't know human language, and Heimdall told it, "The original string of letters was my name, and now this is my nickname, Rig."

This seal is Heimdall's private seal, so it is not suitable to give it away, but Ponlock is not a human being, and the rules and regulations of the human world do not apply to it. Heimdall just hesitated and quickly let go.

Pang Locke took back the seal with both hands, grumbled strangely at the seal, his eyes narrowed into a line.

Heimdall waited for a while, seeing that it seemed to be obsessed with it and was not going to pay attention to him, so he reminded helplessly, "Can you take off that belt of yours and show me?"

Pang Locke came back to his senses, untied the hemp rope with one hand, and still held the seal with the other hand.

Heimdall sat on the ground, leaned close to the light source, and carefully identified the hair tissue on the hemp rope. After a while, he shook his head regretfully, "They are all from the centaur. I don't want the hair of the centaur. Do you have hair from other animals? For example, a unicorn..." Heimdall raised his head involuntarily, because a huge shadow suddenly came over.

"...beast." He waited for the shadow to freeze before uttering the last sound.

The centaur Baine was condescending, with an angry face, and asked in a loud voice, "What happened to the centaur's hair?"

Heimdall felt buzzing in his ears, and opened his mouth, "The centaur's hair is not very good, but I don't want it."

I couldn't figure out where the horse man came from, and when I looked at Prince Spider, he didn't seem to have any violent reaction, which was completely different from the original color change when he heard the horse, so he was even more puzzled.

"How dare you despise it?!" Bain was stimulated by Heimdall's "honesty".

"It's not disgusting, it's because your hair doesn't meet the standard." Heimdall still told the truth.

It's a pity that it had a stronger reaction. Bane felt that he, no, felt that he had been insulted on behalf of all the centaurs, and he was furious.

"That's the truth. For wand making, if you can choose, unicorn hair and centaur hair must be the first choice." Heimdall tried his best to look like a man of pursuit.

"Magic wand?" Bane's feverish mind couldn't bend it all at once.

Heimdall nodded, "Unicorn hair has always been considered the best choice for making wand hearts."

Where is the best choice for making the heart of the stick? All kinds of materials have advantages and disadvantages, so we will pay special attention to the advantages and disadvantages in technology, otherwise all the unicorns in the world will be pulled out to be bald. Heimdall is just fooling Bane. .

After hearing this, Bain really didn't pursue it anymore, instead he put on a hesitant expression, looked away from Heimdall incomprehension, as if he was so bored that he would be poisoned if he looked at it too much.

Heimdall shrugged, he no longer expected friendship from the centaurs, and as long as they didn't trouble him, he wouldn't provoke them either.

"Do you have unicorn hair? Can you shave some of it? Both mane and tail hair are fine." In terms of material selection, tail hair has more choices than mane hair, which saves raw materials, but it is different from others. If you want something, don't push yourself too hard.

Panglock took back the hemp rope and tied it around his body, then pulled Heimdall's hand, as if to lead him the way.

Heimdall was overjoyed, and his sixth sense told him that this trip must be rewarding, so he clenched Panglock tightly, "I'll go with you."

Panglock smiled shyly, but his eyes widened again, and his eyes fell on the guys who followed behind Heimdall, and he let out a slightly harsh cry.

Baine laughed gloatingly, "Panglock doesn't welcome the eight-eyed spider and the Chimera."

Heimdall looked at Ponlock, and Ponlock nodded to Heimdall, confirming the centaur's conclusion, but it turned to Bain and whispered something.

Bain's expression changed, he clenched his hands and said angrily, "Don't confuse me with them, do you know what you're talking about?"

Pang Locke is not afraid of "power", his eyes are impartial, and his attitude is very firm.

Heimdall saw it, and the centaur who thought highly of himself was also turned away. The creatures present, including Heimdall himself, were secretly happy.

"If you don't go, don't go, isn't it the unicorn's hair, what's so interesting..." Bain muttered, sulking.

"Xiao Ba, you should stay here too." Heimdall took Xiao Ba's eyes from the top of his head and put them on Toffee's head.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen, Panglock will protect me." Heimdall spoke to appease the restless Toffee, and put a top hat on Panglock by the way.

Upon hearing this, Pang Locke gave Toffee a thumbs up, taking this gesture as a universal expression.

Toffee understood the meaning of the gesture better than Panglock, thought it was boasting itself, and raised its chin triumphantly, full of bullshit.

Heimdall laughed dumbly.

***

When Heimdall and Panglock walked away, the haughty Bane slumped, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Of course the Eight-Eyed Prince knew why the horse man was inconsistent. To put it bluntly, his pride was causing him trouble, and he couldn't hold back his face. He didn't know how to speak to humans.

"I just found out today that the centaur's courage is nothing more than that." The prince would not let go of any opportunity to laugh at the centaur, and his subordinates were severely abused by Baine.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Bain held on to his face.

"You know if you're talking nonsense."

Bain's whole heart is now hung on "his" Opal, and he has no intention of responding to the cynicism of the eight-eyed prince.

The prince's heart is full of twists and turns. Baine found their whereabouts so quickly today. The Eight Eyes' activity route is no longer safe, and corresponding adjustments must be made-as the default leader, everything must be based on the overall situation.

Toffee on the side didn't understand a sentence, what are these two guys talking about?It seems to be related to Lige... Toffee is very conflicted.

Time slipped by for a while, and Heimdall and Panglock came back, followed by a new guest, the golden unicorn baby, who hadn't seen him for more than a week, and the baby was able to walk normally.

The eight-eyed prince said to Bain: "You are not even as good as a unicorn's cub."

This made Bane feel impulsive.

Heimdall and Panglock were both startled when they raised their hooves and rushed over. They both protected the baby unicorn by coincidence, and relaxed after seeing clearly that it was Bane.

Heimdall let go of the arm protecting the baby unicorn, and was about to get up when his scalp hurt, and his hair was pulled by something, squinting in surprise, he found that the baby unicorn was chewing his hair with overflowing saliva. It was easy to coax it to let go, and turned Heimdall's finger.

Heimdall didn't dare to pull his fingers out of its mouth. The inside of the mouth touched by his fingers was soft and delicate. He was afraid that a rough action would leave a wound in the baby's mouth.

Heimdall thought to himself, facing such a [-]% pure and flawless creature, no matter how dirty and sinister people are, they will have a conscience, so let's put down the butcher knife.

Then, he heard the deliberate stomping of hoofs, reminded of Bane's existence, raised his head and said, "What's your business?"

"You..." I don't know why, Bain felt guilty when he met Heimdall's eyes, and he was so aggressive a second ago, but now he was completely consumed in the air.

"What's wrong with me?" Heimdall was puzzled.

The prince on the other side concentrated his attention and expressed great concern.

Bain held back for a long time, and suddenly his eyes glared, "Why are you here?" He said as if he just saw the little unicorn, flicked his tail, and hugged the little unicorn.

The happy little unicorn was caught off guard and kicked Bain's face with a hoof.

Bain let out a cry of pain, and almost threw the baby unicorn out.

The unicorn's hoof is not a normal horse's hoof. The tip of the hoof is cracked, and the sharp corners of the crack are as hard as steel. Fortunately, this is a cub under two years old. If it is replaced by an older one, the hoof will be disfigured All light.

The scene suddenly fell into chaos.

If spiders could roll their eyes, the prince must have done so.