HP's Foreign Land

Hagrid, who had been leading the way with his lamp up all the time, stopped, and when he turned his head with obvious hesitation on his face, Snape looked at him without saying a word.Despite the unpleasant atmosphere and temperature around him, Snape endured it as best he could, and urged himself not to let his patience run out too quickly.

"What's the problem?" Snape didn't want Hagrid to be careful with himself like he was with the group of students who never remembered to bring their brains on. "For Merlin's sake, I'm not a reckless little boy with excessive adolescent hormones. If you have any questions, please speak up."

Hagrid blushed a little, but the surrounding light was dim and he couldn't tell.

"I haven't been to the eight-eyed spider's nest for more than three months. Aragog's health is deteriorating. The eight-eyed spiders often refuse me to approach their leader, and their patrol range around the old nest has also been reduced. .”

"You're telling me they're more aggressive than they should be?"

Hagrid nodded, "I hope you don't come any closer. We've come very close. Three months ago, there were eight-eyed spiders watching over here."

Of course Snape wasn't going to get carried away, he wasn't very interested in getting along with the spider.Snape's fingers touched the edge of his robe pocket, and he couldn't help feeling sorry for himself. Why did these things happen to him?When everything was over, he reminded himself that he must get a howling letter to Durmstrang to express his emotions.

"So what are you going to do?" Snape decided to follow Hagrid's advice.

"Can you tell me why you want to go to Eight Eyes Lair?"

"Entrusted." Snape took out a gift and a letter. "Can you give these to the 'Prince'?"

"Prince?" Hagrid took it blankly.

"I don't understand it very well, but that's what's written in the letter, don't worry about it, just take it over and say it's a Christmas present from Heimdall Strulusson to the prince."

Hagrid followed his word.

The spiders did become more irritable and aggressive overnight as he said, and Hagrid felt more and more difficult to move forward as he walked in. These spiders were more repulsive to humans every day than the day before. If Hagrid didn't The identity of the savior admitted by Gork, and the fact that he did help Aragog better adapt to life in the Forbidden Forest, he has long been torn apart by Aragog's children and grandchildren.

There was a strange rattling sound of branches rubbing against each other overhead, and Hagrid quickly dodged to the side. The impact from the sky made a huge muffled sound when he fell into the mud. The place where he was standing was covered by a thick tree trunk, and the ground was sunken due to the pressure. Going down, the deep pothole was shocking, Hagrid couldn't imagine if he hadn't dodged just now...

He knew that this was the eight-eyed spider's last warning to him, and they did not welcome his visit.

"I won't go any further!" Although he was very worried about Aragog's health, Hagrid had no choice but to stop in the face of the aggressive attitude of the Eight Eyes. "I'm just a messenger to deliver things," said the huge palm Out of the things Snape gave him, "I have a Christmas gift from Mr. Heimdall Strulusson for the crown prince. May I ask who is the crown prince?"

"Prince? Who is the prince?"

"There is no prince."

"He's lying to us."

"Cunning humans."

"Eat him!"

"Eat him..."

Strange and intermittent voices came from all directions. The doubts and mistrust of the spiders made Hagrid dare not act rashly. He almost wanted to raise the lamp to observe the surrounding situation, but his reason told him that it was best not to do anything.

Hagrid had already prepared for the worst, and was ready to turn around and run at any time.Aragog looked at him differently, but his descendants didn't think so. Now that Aragog's life and death are uncertain, these spiders may kill him if they are impatient. Anyway, it doesn't matter to them that there is one less wizard in the world. .

"You said you were looking for the prince?"

The sudden voice startled Hagrid, and when he realized that the voice was close at hand, something hard and cold touched his neck. Hagrid rolled his eyes stiffly, and glanced sideways at the light of the lamp. A huge pincer rested on his shoulder, and Hagrid took a deep breath.

"Yes, I have something for it, from Mr. Heimdall Strulusson."

The owner of the pliers was obviously silent for a while, "...what is it?"

"Christmas gift."

"what is that?"

"Well, it's a festival for us humans. On this day, people give gifts to each other." After all, Hagrid, who once kept Aragog as a pet, was able to soberly talk to a dog that said The eight-eyed spider, who will blow him away in a second, explains the ins and outs of Christmas.

Hagrid held the gift up high, so that the other party could see that he was telling the truth.

"Put something on the ground."

Hagrid complied.

"Open."

Hagrid hesitated, "It's best to unwrap the present yourself."

The pliers that had been removed just now were sent forward again, but the owner of the pliers disagreed with this statement.

Hagrid squatted on the ground, put the lamp aside, pulled off the beautiful ribbon sprinkled with gold dust on the box with his palm like a cattail fan, opened the lid, and by the light he found that the things inside were limp, looking like some kind of fabric.what is itHagrid temporarily forgot about the precarious situation, and poked curiously with his thick finger.

The owner of the pliers was quick-tempered and displeased with his dawdling, "Hurry up."

Hagrid picked up a corner and pulled it upwards. The cloth that had escaped from the box expanded rapidly, gushing out of the box, and soon collapsed in a large pile in front of him.

"What is this?" asked the owner of the pincers.

"...I don't know either." Hagrid scratched his head in bewilderment, there was a numb pain in his neck, and Hagrid burst into tears, "I really don't know! Wait, there's still a letter in the box, I'll read it to you Read, there must be instructions in the letter." Hagrid threw away the unknown fabric with the rope, bent down and picked up the purple-red envelope pressed at the bottom of the box.

The envelope is beautiful, dotted with sparkles against a dark background rendered by white lighting.

"There's no writing on the envelope. I've opened the letter." Hagrid turned the letter over, tore the seal, and a piece of paper flew out of the envelope, shaking violently, accompanied by thick purple smoke.Hagrid was taken aback, a reaction almost identical to the Howler's letter.After a quick twist and reorganization, the letter turned into a living paper spider. Spider Silk's head shook up and down, and Hagrid subconsciously covered his ears.

There was no growling, no roaring, no earth-shattering rumble of thunder, only the volume and cheerful tone of a normal person's voice. Heimdall's voice sounded outside the gloomy and dark eight-eyed spider's lair.

【His Royal Highness, it's me, Heimdall Strulusson, do you still remember me?Sorry if you don't remember, this is the first and last time I greet you like this, it's not a threat, absolutely not.

We have school holidays, Christmas and New Years.At this time last year, I was still thinking about the triwizard competition, thinking about our school winning the championship, and a year passed in a blink of an eye.Two days ago, I dreamed about the Forbidden Forest. I dreamed about you and other friends. After waking up, I really want to see you, but life can’t be all smooth sailing. So, take this Christmas as an opportunity to send a holiday gift to express my greetings .Never mind what Christmas is really about celebrating, we contact us, it has nothing to do with it.

Did you see the gift I gave you?That is the eight-eyed spider hammock I modified by myself after consulting professionals. It can completely bear the weight of an adult eight-eyed spider. I suggest you try it. You may not get used to it at first, but I can guarantee it. The comfort is quite good, Xiaoba likes it very much, he now sleeps in the hammock every night.This kind of hammock is very convenient to fix, as long as the distance between two trees is determined, the ropes on both sides will be automatically knotted and fixed.No need for you to bother to adjust.

Xiaoba has a good life with me, he swells up very quickly, and he can eat very well.I let it say a few words to you.Xiaoba, come here quickly and say something to your eldest brother.

I'm Xiaoba... Is it over?Say a few more words.say what?Say whatever you want.I'm Xiaoba, it's fun outside, the food is delicious, but the temperature is a bit low... Cough, the time is coming, that's it, Merry Christmas, Prince. PS: There is still a piece of paper in the envelope, don't forget to read it. 】The paper spiders automatically split into pieces of paper, which fluttered all over the ground.

It turned out that the pile of fabric was a hammock, Hagrid couldn't help but smile, the cold feeling on his neck made his smile froze on his face quickly.

Hagrid waited, but the owner of the pincers - now confirmed to be the prince - didn't respond. He tried to avoid the pincers, which followed him everywhere.Hagrid resignedly pulled out another sheet of paper from the envelope, which was a list, followed by a string of incomprehensible instructions.At the end, Professor Snape was specifically mentioned, to the effect that if the prince is willing to help, he can communicate with Professor Snape.

"Where's this Snape?"

Hagrid thought it would not agree, Heimdall's idea was really whimsical, obviously he underestimated the influence of Chief Sturluson.

"Professor Snape is not far outside the lair."

"lead the way."

The leader of the centaur, Luo Nantai, had a crack in his mask that did not change color. He looked at the three uninvited guests in surprise, two humans, and an eight-eyed spider.Ronan waved his hand, and the centaur patrols put down their ready-to-go bows and arrows one after another.Ronan remembered clearly that they hadn't heard from Eight Eyes for a long time since the boy who left the Forbidden Forest where everyone swept the snow in front of their doors. All low-key.

The self-proclaimed resourceful horse people have grasped some opportunities by observing the changes in the sky at night. Astrology tells the horse people that a small-scale change is about to usher in the Forbidden Forest. This change is likely to be the recent abnormal behavior of the eight-eyed spiders. The real reason pointed to.

Therefore, the eight-eyed prince suddenly appeared in front of them, and the horse people were always stunned.This is like you and colleague A muttering to colleague B that things are not going well recently, but colleague B comes out from behind refreshed and greets you.

After hearing the reason why they explored the centaur territory together, Ronan's expression became even more exciting. He was silent for a moment, and turned his horse to turn to a tribesman.

"Call Bane."

The horseman left quickly.

Snape stood there with his chest folded, his face a bit dark, and the gazes around him were not friendly. The centaur had never had a good impression of humans, and he didn't expect himself to make any pioneering efforts to improve the relationship.The cold climate made the potions professor who felt unwell exuded a gloomy aura, which just happened to fool the horse men who were staring at them, making them decide to stand there and watch from a distance.

Unaware of these, Professor Snape quickly retrieved his life during this short waiting time, and found how wise it was to resolutely choose to specialize in potions. He didn't like animals, before and now even more.

Bain arrived in a daze, and the clansman who had been ordered to leave failed to complete the task of explaining well. Ronan rushed to tell everything he knew before Bain opened his mouth.Bain's astonishment turned into stupefaction, and he was stunned for half a minute, until Snape stomped his feet very rudely, and Bain turned around to face them as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"This is a gift from Mr. Heimdall Strulusson who asked me to pass it on to you." Snape took out a birdcage from the large package on the prince's back, and inside was a beautiful white bird.It's just an ordinary ornamental bird, Bain's eyes lit up with joy, and he quickly picked it up.If you like it, show it. Horse people don't understand the ways of the world.

"Merry Christmas, Bane." Snape conveyed his blessing with a deadpan expression. If he wasn't sure what he was doing, the other party would think that he actually wanted to cast a curse on him.

Bain held the birdcage fondly, dawdled for a long time, and finally expressed his thanks in an almost indecipherable tone.

Professor Snape continued to point out bluntly, "If you really want to thank you, you should take action. Anyone will wear words."

Bane's fiery temper was touched as soon as he saw it, and the crisp chirping of the bird with fluttering wings in the cage woke him up. Even though he didn't like the wizard in front of him very much, Bane still accepted Snape without saying a word. if.

"I have something to discuss with you," Snape breathed out, and a thin puff of smoke came out of his mouth. "There are still some things that are difficult to deal with on the list that Mr. Sturlusson gave me. Fortunately, he has explained on the list. Can you help transfer the gifts to these recipients by the way?"

Bane took the list and looked at it.

Unexpectedly, Heimdall also prepared gifts for Ponlock, little unicorns, etc. It is really difficult for wizards to go around in the huge Forbidden Forest to find them. Even Dumbledore may not be able to find volunteers in the Forbidden Forest. Panglock leaning upwards.

"Leave it to me, no problem." Bane expressed his willingness to help.

Snape thanked him, turned around and called out to Hagrid, who had been looking around all the time with bright eyes, that the next fight would be a mermaid, and the Potions professor sympathized with himself in his heart, and went back the same way.

The horsemen did not embarrass them, and quietly watched the two and one animal walk out of the range of the bow and arrow.

Heimdall arrived at the ancestral house early in the morning, first went around the house, but found no one, and wondered whether to make a second round just in case, when Hina told him Elder Bjorn was in his s room.

Heimdall went straight to Bjorn's studio.

"Merry Christmas!" As soon as he entered the door, he gave high-profile blessings, and the paintbrush in Bjorn's hand poked on the canvas, and a chloasma suddenly appeared on the beauty's face.

Bjorn stared at the canvas angrily, Heimdall pretended to be ignorant and looked energetic.

Heimdall looked around, but couldn't find a place to sit.

Bjorn gave him an angry look, and was about to scold him when Heimdall saw a chair in the corner and sat on it.

Bjorn was speechless. There was a figure in his painting sitting on that chair, but the figure was completely based on imagination when painting. Heimdall's sitting drove all the inspiration out of his mind.

Bjorn simply dropped his paintbrush, walked out of the studio, and went to the tea room full of flowers outside. Heimdall ran out joltingly after him, and sat down opposite him.

"Are you collecting Jolf's relics?" Bjorn took a sip from his teacup.

Realizing that the other party didn't mean to greet him at all, Heimdall could only sit on the chair obediently and watch him eat and drink spicy food.

"Yes, I went to the room yesterday and took away everything that should be taken."

"What should I take?"

"I thought about it myself. I took all the things that Jolf used to, most of which were books," Heimdall suddenly thought of an important thing when he said this. "Do you know where all the books in the little study are? In the basement library?"

Most of the collections in the underground library came from the hands of the patriarchs of the past dynasties, and most of the collections were the spoils of war left by Yolf's Lao Tzu.

"That's what I want to tell you." Bjorn put down his teacup. "I believe you already know that the preciousness of the existing books and materials in the small study room is not high. Although they are also left by Yolf, they are not the ones with extremely high value."

"Where are those manuscripts?" Heimdall asked straight to the point.

"In a room."

Heimdall waited for a long time, but did not wait for the next step.

"which room?"

"do not know."

Heimdall thought he was panting, but it wasn't, and Bjorn really didn't know.

"I don't understand." At this point, Heimdall decided to give up the idea that the other party's narrow-mindedness was deliberately against him. "Since you know that the books in the small study have been moved out, why don't you know where they went?"

"It sounds weird, but I really don't know where they went," Bjorn said calmly. "One thing is for sure, the things you want are still in this house, hidden intact."

Heimdall lowered his eyes and touched his nose, his mind was running fast. After a while, he raised his eyes.

"Then what? What do you want to tell me?" He was specially called to say these words just to embarrass him, right? !

"The third room on the right hand side on the third floor, I believe you will have unexpected gains there."

An hour later, Heimdall was standing at the door of the third room on the third floor. The carved door was locked tightly, and the gutters were full of dust, and the metal handle was so gray that the original color could not be seen.

He tried to pull the door, but it didn't move.He tried again, but the door remained closed.He used his strength to try again...

"Master, the door is pushed in." Hina said timidly.

Heimdall's action of maintaining the door stopped comically. He lowered his arm, cleared his throat, took a small step forward, and exerted a little force with both hands. The door obediently creaked and opened.

The head of the office, Stulusong, squatted on the ground and drew circles with tears streaming down his face...

A minute later, he collected his emotions, grabbed the door and leaned in to look around. The dark room was suddenly brightly lit, and Heimdall closed his eyes in pain.

[Thank you, I'm not here now. 】

Heimdall opened his eyes in surprise, looked around in the empty room, and saw a portrait hanging on the gorgeous fireplace painted with gold paint, and the sound just now was made by this portrait.

Heimdall realized that his behavior was a bit impolite at this time, he let go of the door and walked into the room quickly.

"Hello." While he was looking at the person in the painting, the person in the painting was also looking at him.

[I said I am not here now. 】The person in the painting came back to his senses first, and decisively issued the order to chase away the guests.

"It's an honor," Heimdall said respectfully. "I am Heimdall Strulusson, Elder Bjorn—"

[Told you that I'm not here now! 】

"—Tell me that the third room on the third floor can get the answer I want."

The person in the painting has a stiff face, and Heimdall has an innocent look in his eyes.

[...I'm not here now. 】

"Do you know the little study in Jolf's room? I wonder where the manuscripts are now in the little study."

[So what if I know? 】

"Move home."

[...I'm not here now. 】

"..."