HP's Foreign Land

It took a lot of effort to finally stop the bleeding on Bain's face. Fortunately, Bain knew some medicinal herbs, so Heimdall could find a nearby one to chew and apply to the wound. Healing magic, it is better to count on the self-healing ability of the centaur.

Bain, who was wearing half a black face, was so calm, in fact, he couldn't get angry anymore.

The culprit has an innocent face from beginning to end, so calm that it makes people powerless, how do you ask him to go up and find fault?What's more, the other party is still a pony baby...

Bain felt that he couldn't be serious with infants and toddlers. With the baby unicorn's current comprehension ability, it was not afraid of blue-faced fangs, and it seemed to be the broad realm of ignorance and fearlessness.

This innocent disaster had to be taken care of by oneself.

Compared to Bain's depression, Heimdall was a little bit entangled. He picked and chewed the herbs that were applied to Bain's face. Since Mr. Centaur didn't care at all, Heimdall felt uncomfortable. fleeting.

"...I have something to tell you." Bane squinted at Heimdall.

Seeing that he was so cautious, Heimdall couldn't help but become serious.

The eight-eyed prince thought to himself, did the unicorn cub kick his courage?

Bane took a breath, "I heard you raised a bird..."

bird?Heimdall wondered, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "You mean Olar?"

Bain had a solid misunderstanding, thinking that "Olar" was Heimdall's name for Bai Falcon, and he immediately despised it. What a bad name, it's too low-level, and it doesn't deserve [his] Opal at all.

Comrade Bain is confident of his own taste.

Heimdall looked at Bain suspiciously, why he suddenly stopped talking, he didn't know that Bain deprecated the name "Olar" in his heart, and he was feeling good about himself right now.

Pang Locke suddenly screamed. It turned out that the baby unicorn was tired from playing, and his legs became weak. Eyes of the baby turned around.

The baby unicorn eats and sleeps well, and has nothing to worry about. It won't wake up when its eyes are closed.

"Let's send it back as soon as possible." Heimdall picked up the baby unicorn. This little guy is simply a hot potato. Get rid of it early and feel at ease. It shouldn't have followed in the first place.

Panglock nodded straight.

In fact, the golden baby was not seduced by Heimdall, but came by itself.

When Heimdall followed Ponlock to their "warehouse" just now, he was unceremoniously stopped outside the "door", saying that the door was actually inappropriate, and the warehouse where Ponlock stored all kinds of hair was just a few towering trees.

These lush trees are exclusive to the Ponlocks. The trees and under the trees are clean, and there are no small animals inhabiting them. Standing under the trees and looking up at the sky, you will see bundles of long or short hairs , like a string of wind chimes, hanging among the dense leaves.

The "wind chime" mixed with unicorn hair—or the hair of other magical animals unknown to Heimdall—was lingering with wisps of silvery white and golden luster, ethereal, flexible and graceful, It is extremely unreal to the naked eye. This shadowy and unique charm is naturally not comparable to the gorgeous silver and fire tree of the Centaur tribe, but it has a more restrained sense of mystery than it.

Heimdall stood under the tree for a long time unable to take his eyes off.

He didn't care even if the Panglocks who were responsible for taking care of these trees gave him an order to evict him.

"It's okay, at worst, you can help me get a few." Heimdall in turn comforted Panglock, who wanted to do his best as a landlord.

Panglock also wanted to save face, so he rushed over to negotiate with several clansmen. After a long time, Panglock's clansmen took a step back and designated a slightly shorter tree for Heimdall. Of course, they would not bring out good things to humans.

Heimdall is kind to Ponlock, but it's just one of them, not the entire Ponlock group, so Ponlock's wariness of him will not be eased just because he accidentally did a good deed.

These Ponlock guards looking at the tree are much more courageous than ordinary Ponlocks, at least they ran away without turning around after seeing Heimdall.

Heimdall had no choice but to comfort himself, the tree is short, otherwise he wouldn't be able to climb it.

Even so, Heimdall took a lot of effort to climb up. The whole climbing process was unsightly. Eight and Nine were watching his jokes, and Heimdall, who was trembling with the tree trunk, burst into tears, which was really embarrassing.

Panglock, who was by his side, didn't laugh at him, but looked at him worriedly. Heimdall felt a lot better, and thought viciously, climbing his own trees, leaving them with no trees to climb, is very promising. The urge to loot the whole tree.

He clumsily picked out a few good-looking unicorn tail hairs, and was about to climb down the tree trunk when Pang Locke tugged on his clothes, pointing excitedly at the back of a sparse leaf.

Heimdall followed the direction it pointed, looked down through the holes, and saw a group of unicorns wandering in an open space not far away. Group activities of horned beasts.

Perhaps unicorns are social creatures, but few people have discovered this scene, or perhaps unicorns are unwilling to be discovered by others.

This group of unicorns is fat and strong, and they are all silver-white adults, with smooth and shiny fur, strong muscles, and heavy and steady hooves on the ground.

From this, Heimdall concluded that this was a group of adult male unicorns.

Regardless of personality or shape, the difference between male unicorns and female unicorns is quite obvious.At the same age, the female unicorn is relatively short and has a gentle personality. To put it bluntly, it is weak and almost non-aggressive.Male unicorns are not the same. They are tall, strong, and not as docile as females. After being provoked, they become violent like other creatures, and have a certain degree of aggression.

For example, if it was an adult male unicorn that met the mountain giant that day, maybe Heimdall would not have the chance to be a hero to save the beauty.

"...Is that unicorn not too young?" Heimdall was half-inquiring and half-talking to himself, looking at one of the unicorns with unblinking eyes.

Its size is not the most prominent, but the fur color on its body is unique, presenting a kind of dull metallic light, strands of gray are looming in the silver-white hair, like fluctuating mercury, flowing slowly between light and shadow , its muscles are explosive like a blunt instrument.

Heimdall looked greedily at its...tail hair, thinking, how great it would be if he could get one.

Unicorns are magical animals with a long lifespan in the wizarding world, so their reproduction rate is very low, and the birth rate of their cubs has always been below the minimum standard line. Panglock risked his life to protect the golden cub, except Driven by instinct, and possibly because of this reason, unicorn cubs are extremely precious to the unicorn group.

"What are they doing together? Are they going to play mountain monsters?" Heimdall snorted, and suddenly became excited.

Panglock didn't quite understand what Heimdall meant, and looked back blankly.

But he saw Heimdall retreating suddenly, with his entire upper body pressed behind it, and Ponlock pulled him inexplicably, Heimdall waved his hands and said, "Don't move, that unicorn seems to have found me. Already!"

Panglock looked out along the gaps in the leaves, and the group of unicorns were still wandering aimlessly as before, and Panglock babbled incomprehensibly.

Heimdalton immediately realized, yes, why is he hiding?

Carefully poking his head over, the distinctive unicorn had disappeared. He was both confused and shocked. He could swear to Merlin that he had indeed met the eyes of the unicorn just now.

Although he believed that being discovered was his own judgment, Heimdall felt that the accuracy rate of this judgment was above 90.00%, and he still trusted his sixth sense.

At the moment, he feels that he should not stay here anymore. He has other important tasks, and he can't delay his official business because of his personal affairs.

He was blindsided as he climbed down the tree.

The unicorn that was eye to eye with him stood in front of him majestically.

I was wrong to spy on you, but you don't have to go all the way to catch me, right? !

Heimdall especially wanted to scratch the wall.

However, this unicorn is so handsome, calm and majestic, heroic, with long and falling mane, the horns on the forehead are coiled with spiral concave-convex patterns, and the tips of the sharp horns are slender and sharp, showing a domineering look. People shudder, such a fire-breathing dragon will be scared when they see it.

A pair of iron-gray eyes looked straight at Heimdall, calm and neither angry nor happy, but it made people feel a kind of embarrassment that could not be hidden.

At this time, a certain head of the room started flirting with other people's hair again...

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The Panglock guards, who were still showing off their might just now, covered their mouths together and stood next to each other nervously.

Panglock beside Heimdall suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

This call broke the embarrassing dullness, and the air became alive again.

Iron gray eyes looked back, limbs moved a bit, a ball of golden light jumped out from the nearby bushes, jumped playfully twice, then leaned against the thick forelimbs of iron gray eyes, and looked around with wide eyes.

Pang Locke’s surprise calls did not stop. The baby unicorn recognized it and ran over bouncingly. This baby just learned how to jump without falling down a few days ago. Walk normally.

Heimdall looked at the steel-gray eyes that were obviously much taller than the baby's mother, and combined with the intimacy just now, he thought, this is probably the baby's father.

Feeling something pushing him, Heimdall lowered his head and saw the baby unicorn arching itself with its big head. The naive look made Heimdall's lips twitch involuntarily.

It seemed that it still knew itself. Heimdall was so happy that he bent down and picked up the baby. The baby stuck out its tongue and licked his face.

When Heimdall and Panglock went back, the little golden tail behind them came like this.

***

At the same time on the Black Lake, the pod cat and Karkaroff finished their last game of chess and left the common room contentedly, leaving the headmaster of the German school with a dull expression behind.

[Rigrig, ah, why haven’t you come back yet? ] Pod bluffs as soon as he enters the room.

Victor always turned his back to it.

Pod didn't get attention, ran over, jumped onto the table, [Hey, hey, when is Rigg coming back?When are you coming back? ]

Victor glanced at it lazily, and said, "You look like a milk baby clamoring for a mother."

The pod was angry, stretched out its paw and scratched upwards.

Victor easily avoided him, and laughed, "Don't rush into your arms, I'm not your mother."

Doudou became even angrier, and danced wildly with both front paws, but unfortunately, things backfired, and he didn't scratch even once, and finally lay panting on the table, like a puddle of mud.

[You wait, wait for the toffee to come back, I will let it throw you into the lake. ] as if toffee is its thug.

Victor curled his lips in disdain.

Doug turned his eyes angrily, and found that there was a silvery light on the bed. It turned out that the reflection of the sparkling waves on the lake entered the room.

[The moon is so bright tonight. ] Only the creatures of the German school can express such emotion, but Durmstrang can't see the sky all year round.

"Carol and the others just watched the moon on the deck for a while." Victor said casually.

[Such a cold day? ]

"So I'll be back in less than five minutes."

[Moon, oh moon... the midnight moonlight is weaving, the bright chains on the sea waves...] Bean Pod looks out of the window in a trance.

"Yo, you still know Byron," Victor said, looking at the book in his hand with a smile, "Hai's chest rises and falls gently, just like a baby Ann—"

Victor's voice stopped abruptly.

The pod cat also stood up and met his eyes.

[Night of the full moon. ] Pod said.

"Night of the Werewolf." Victor smiled wryly, with a little more uneasiness on his face, "It can't be such a coincidence..."

***

When Heimdall sent the baby back, he did not see Iron Gray Eyes again. A group of adult male unicorns disappeared, but the unicorn mother who was not among them stayed there, probably waiting for the baby to come back.

After handing the baby back to his mother, Heimdalton felt relaxed. It is not easy to take care of a child.

Regardless of whether the unicorn mother could understand or not, she greeted quickly, returned to the original place, climbed up the prince's back again, greeted Toffee and Xiao Bayan, and urged the prince to speed up.

Panglock didn't dare to get too close to the eight-eyed spider, and when Heimdall sat down firmly, it disappeared. Heimdall looked around, but couldn't see the clue, wondering whether it had left.

I don't know how long he ran forward, but Heimdall suddenly felt that something was wrong, and turned his head to meet a pair of fierce eyes.

"What are you doing?!" Bane seemed to be always angry.

"It's okay, you continue." Heimdall retreated decisively.

Surprised in my heart, is this guy planning to follow them all the time?

Heimdall turned his head away again, "By the way, you just said..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bain's face was blue and red, and he seemed to be furious, but in fact he became angry from embarrassment, and shouted, "What did I just say?!"

"No, no, you didn't say anything." Heimdall didn't know how to read minds, and seeing him as if he wanted to eat himself, he immediately backed away, not daring to provoke him again.

He didn't know that Comrade Bain, who had waited so long for him to speak again, was actually very disappointed.

After running for a while, Bain suddenly became alert, looked left and right, and said loudly, "Where are you going?"

"I don't know." Heimdall shook his head.

"Go to Hastings," replied the Prince.

"Stop it right now!" Bain shouted.

The prince stopped abruptly, and Toffee, who was following behind, also stopped.

Heimdall rushed forward, managed to sit still, raised his eyes and asked in confusion, "Is there something wrong?"

"Are you going to take him to find the werewolf?!" Baine stared wide-eyed and questioned the prince in disbelief.

"Hastings has a little friendship with us. I won't let Rieger show up. I will face Hastings then." The prince didn't take Bain's fuss seriously.

Hearing that he was going to meet a werewolf, he was taken aback, but this was not the first time Heimdall had contact with the prince, so he was quite relieved about its ability to handle affairs. After listening to it, he nodded and did not notice the " Make an inch of it."

"You underestimate werewolves, their sense of smell is very tricky." Bain said calmly, sounding like he didn't have a good impression of werewolves.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't change your body..." the prince's words came to an abrupt end.

Bane raised his head abruptly, but all he saw were leaves covering the sky and the sun, and he stomped his hooves irritably. How could he have forgotten such an important matter? !

Heimdall thought of the sky when he came here, and said weakly: "The moon is big and round tonight."

The prince was silent for a moment, without Bain needing to say anything else, he retreated along the same road.

However it was too late.

The howling of wolves suddenly resounded across the wilderness, and the last bit of luck that remained turned into wishful thinking.

"This is not the territory of werewolves..." Bain had no time to finish, the howling of wolves was closer than before.

The eight-eyed prince didn't say anything, and ran away. The transformed werewolf only had eyes for prey and no territory.

"Toffee!" Heimdall turned around and called anxiously. Toffee was obviously showing signs of anger. As a Chimera, it couldn't stand the provocation before it, and sat back and waited to die.

But Heimdall's shout sounded like a thrilling chime, knocking into Toffee's heart. The sincere emotion wrapped in the voice moved it, and after struggling for a while, it followed the footsteps of the prince.

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, glanced forward inadvertently, and froze.

A burly figure blocked the way.

Tall body, fluffy hair, sharp claws, stern eyes, ferocious expression—a werewolf? !

The prince dodged to the side, dodging the werewolf who opened his teeth and claws, and rushed into the nearby bushes, followed by Toffee.

Bane was brave, raised his hoof without fear, looked at the target and stepped out forcefully. The werewolf was caught off guard and fell out with a howl.

After winning the first battle, Bane didn't love to fight. There was more than one werewolf in the Forbidden Forest. The werewolves fought in groups when they went crazy, so they twisted their bodies and rushed into the bushes behind the prince.

Bain is the leader of the centaur patrols. He knows all the important routes in the Forbidden Forest and the territories of various animals. In Bain's view, although the escape route chosen by the eight-eyed prince is devious Although it is a long way, but always hovering on the periphery of the werewolf territory, it is a relatively safe path.

Unfortunately, Bain's estimation is still too optimistic.

He didn't know that the prince he thought was retreating at full speed had actually encountered a werewolf army that had lost its human mind.

In a dilemma, the prince and Heimdall gave up their last illusion and decided to give it a go.