HP's Foreign Land

one,

What they didn't expect was that they were attacked.The white falcon flapped its wings to avoid the shotgun fire, and it turned out to be a few small stones; the golden eagle stretched out its claws with acrobatics, and intercepted a surface-to-air missile—a sharpened bowl with a thick mouth. Dry trunk.

The unicorns that were eating had already been startled by this considerable movement, and fled in all directions, disappearing into the surrounding bushes in an instant.

The couple rushed to disarm the transformation and landed before the next wave of attacks. They held wands and stood ready.

The expected next wave of more violent attacks did not appear for a long time. Heimdall quickly turned around, trying to pretend to reveal his flaws, but the enemy still stood still.The most undesirable thing in battle is to underestimate the enemy. They all agree that the enemy is more difficult than imagined.

There was a sound of rustling branches and leaves, and under the full vigilance of the two, a Ponlock came out carefully from behind the bushes, with messy hair and a big nose fluttering. At this time, it stared at Heim with bright eyes. Dahl—impulsively abandoned the disguise, and because of his shy nature, his two thick hands unconsciously grabbed a few leaves and hesitated.

Heimdall noticed that there was a shiny seal hanging on the leather strap pinned to its waist, and the other end connected to the seal was a multicolored glass bead.Heimdalton grinned.

"It's you," he put away his wand, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize it at first, didn't I scare you?"

Heimdall tried to approach, Ponlock did not refuse, but when Victor tried to approach, Ponlock quickly hid behind the big tree and poked his head, with a cautious look that did not dare to take it lightly.

Victor stopped helplessly.

"He is my husband." Heimdall asked Panglock to put down his guard. "You have seen it, don't you remember?"

Panglock still hid behind the tree, but this time he chose to carefully look at the majestic Master Krum, and walked out slowly under Heimdall's reminder and comfort.Victor also successfully came behind Heimdall, looked at Panglock with a pleasing expression, and did not try to go any further.

Exclamations sounded one after another, Panglock turned his head and shouted, and then bravely stood in front of Heimdall.There are many people hiding in the bushes behind it. Those Panglock and Heimdall have no friendship and will not show up easily.

When Panglock approached, Heimdall saw that the hair around it was stained with blood, although it had dried up, judging from the distribution of blood stains, they had experienced a fierce battle.

Considering the sensitivity of animals to a safe distance, he pointed to a more obvious blood stain from the air.

"Does it hurt? If you don't mind, I can treat it for you."

Panglock scratched his hair awkwardly and nodded.

When Heimdall took out the wand, it froze visibly, and when the wand was aimed at it, it took a lot of effort to keep from screaming and running away.It closed its eyes and shivered. It waited until Heimdall scratched its big nose lightly, and then opened its eyes in a jerk. The pain on its body stopped, and the blood stains on its hair disappeared.

Pang Locke stroked the hair that was more radiant than the hair mask, and his eyes narrowed into two slits.

After a while, the head of the room thought to himself, the one from Santaudini must have mutated from eating bad food.

"What happened? Why was it hurt?" Heimdall asked.

Panglock gritted his teeth, opened his arms and shook vigorously, then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Heimdall and Victor exchanged glances.

"Did that group of strange bats do it just now?" Heimdall asked hesitantly.

Panglock looked angrily.

Seems to have guessed right.

"Where did those things come from? So there aren't any?" Heimdall was puzzled.

Pang Locke also expressed his incomprehension.

"Be careful, since those strange bats have bad intentions, try to go out together as much as possible in the future." Heimdall said here and took out a bunch of khaki hair. "This is for you, I hope you don't dislike it."

Panglock took it very preciously, put the lock of hair in front of his eyes and looked at it repeatedly, and found that there were several balls of thread of different colors in the small cloth bag for Heimdall's hair, and these thread balls were all woven into Pang Locke couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful knot.

"My husband made it up. If you like it, I'll ask him to make it up for you too." The head of the room couldn't wait to show off the master's cleverness and ingenuity.

Pang Locke sent out his hair that hadn't been warmed, and stared straight at the master, not at all reserved.

Victor held back a smile and took it, and weaved a naive puppy.

Pang Locke took back the puppy with staring eyes, held it with both hands lovingly, and never got tired of watching it a thousand times.

When the master turned his head, the head of the room was full of spring, and staring at the stars...

two,

As early as Ponlock recognized Heimdall, the unicorns who hadn't gone far knew that the other party was not malicious. Their choices were the same as most Ponlock's, but they didn't get close from a distance.

But in any group, there will always be one or two who don't care about finding another way. A little unicorn shining with pale golden light came over and stopped two meters away from them. Seeing Heimdall and the others watching friendly I suppressed the last hesitation and came to Heimdall's side.

The head of the room was engrossed in his hunger for the man's hair, and without realizing it, the pale golden unicorn opened its mouth, aww, and swallowed a large lock of hair in one gulp, the head of the room was almost torn off.

The head of the room screamed, the master hurriedly pushed the little unicorn away, and took three steps backwards with the head of the room in his arms.

The little unicorn was deeply sad, and Panglock saw its melancholy, and gently stroked its drooping head.

Heimdall had a messy hairstyle and suddenly realized, "You've grown so big?!"

This pale gold unicorn is the baby unicorn who loved to chew his hair.

Heimdall clapped his hands and sighed, "It was only that little at that time." Looking at the present, he is already a half-grown boy.

The virtuous master followed behind and cast magic to clean up the ball of saliva.

With the sound of horseshoes approaching from far to near, the two vaguely guessed each other's identity, and they chose to wait and see.

Bain is always the one who runs in the front, his jet-black horse body is just like his temper, a charcoal-exploding evil star who is full of emotions.However, this kind of character is the initial attribute of horse people, and it varies from person to person with the growth of age and wisdom.Bain's life is likely to go all the way to the dark.

The centaur patrol rushed over like a rainbow, and suddenly saw the two humans. The centaur was stunned at first, and then their eyes suddenly became aggressive, with an unfriendly coldness bursting out from all over their bodies.

The little unicorn and Panglock huddled together anxiously.

"Hello, Bane." Heimdall seemed unaware.

"...It's you!" Bane yelled.

That ghost-like expression was a bit shocking, but luckily he still remembered himself.

three,

"We're here to visit relatives," Heimdall said.

"We don't entertain humans." Bane said firmly.

"...I don't consider the centaurs relatives, you can rest assured." Heimdall said.

"You look down on the centaur?!" Bane became irritable again in a blink of an eye, more sentimental than an adolescent boy.

"It's the other way around," Heimdall smiled wryly. "Obviously you look down on humans."

Bain's complexion turned from cloudy to sunny, and the head of the room told the truth.

The tense atmosphere dissipated, just like when it came, caught off guard and inexplicable.

"What are you doing here? Wizards are not welcome in the Forbidden Forest. Get out of here immediately before I change my mind!" Bane ordered forcefully.

"We want to see the centaur chief." Heimdall ignored his dismissal order.

"The leader will not see you!"

"Are you the leader?" Victor suddenly asked.

Bain frowned unhappily, "No."

"Why can you decide for your leader?"

Bain remained silent, his ugly face showing his vivid inner world.

Victor suddenly changed his attitude, and said softly, "We have some things to ask, and I believe the wisdom of the horse people will be able to answer our questions."

Bain's mood calmed down a lot, although he didn't immediately agree, there was a significant change in his attitude.

"What bothers you?" Bane asked.

Victor quickly glanced at Heimdall, seeing that the latter kept a low-key silence and didn't intend to answer, so he said, "About the bag of seeds we brought back from the Forbidden Forest."

Bain thought unkindly, and sneered, "Is it impossible to grow it? What wizard?! Let you go! You can't even feed a root of grass!" Desperate look.

After all, Director Strulusong couldn't hold back, and snorted coldly, "I'm so sorry, we accidentally planted a silver fire tree..."

The harsh laughter stopped abruptly, and the other members of the centaur patrol who had been silent all this time couldn't help being dumbfounded.

Accidentally planted a silver fire tree? !

Heimdall continued without changing his face: "...We were very happy and felt very panic. We were afraid that there would be a mistake if we didn't take good care of it. It would ruin the silver flowers and fire trees, and waste our feelings."

The corners of Bain's brows twitched, "You said you planted a silver flower fire tree?" Every voice was full of doubts that could not be ignored.

"Who knows," said the chief annoyed. "I don't know why, it sprouted suddenly, and it broke the ground when we realized it. We really didn't prepare for it at all."

Horse people especially want to vomit blood.The tribal symbol they are proud of seems to be a side dish that is tasteless to eat and discarded in his mouth.

"Nonsense!" Bain said bluntly. "Humans can't grow silver fire trees! Don't talk about it here!"

Heimdall opened his mouth wide.

Bain thought he was overwhelmed by his majestic aura, so he couldn't help but feel complacent, and his heart became more and more sure that the other party had created something out of nothing.

"What do you mean?" Heimdall asked loudly angrily. "You gave me that bag of seeds! Tell me clearly, otherwise I will never end with you today! You deliberately gave me seeds that I couldn't grow?! Good you Bane, it's useless for me to regard you as an upright man , you use fake seeds to deceive me?! Want to see my jokes! Centaurs are too bad!"

In the battle of words, how can the horsemen beat the human beings who howl vigorously from birth?

Baine's face was flushed, he didn't know whether it was from anger or anxiety, or both.

In fact, Bane was really guilty, he was the one who gave the seeds, but the whole tribe knew that humans couldn't grow silver fire trees, so the centaurs, including the leader, thought that Heimdall would grow some of them at best. Flowers and plants that are rare in the eyes of wizards.The silver flower and fire tree is the symbol of the horse people. Whoever has nothing to give away their own symbol will be expected to fail to sprout, so the seemingly "generous" behavior of the horse people is actually a premeditated move.

The couple were moved by the centaur's generosity at first, but now the truth is revealed, and Bain vividly explained the centaur's true intentions.

Heimdall said coldly: "I want to see your leader, please make it easy."

The "conspiracy" was revealed, which made the horsemen who flaunted integrity feel ashamed, and the horsemen on the patrol team were submissive for the first time.

four,

After knowing their purpose of coming, the surprise of the leader Ronan was obvious.

He pondered for a moment, "Can you talk about the germination process of the silver flower fire tree?"

"No." Heimdall shook his head.

Ronan smiled calmly, seemingly not as knowledgeable as Heimdall's childishness.

The head of the room felt tight in his chest, "It can't be because we don't know what to say. We didn't even water it, so it sprouted." He looked extremely distressed.

Now the horsemen are feeling tight in their chests.

Now that the room chief has recollected the matter, the initial excitement of coming to learn the scriptures has been consumed in advance. The horsemen foresee that the wizards will not be able to grow silver flowers and fire trees, so the cultivation technology will definitely not be spread to the outside world.

Thinking about this, Heimdall said, "Can we go and see your silver flower fire tree?"

Ronan hesitated, and agreed to his request.

The two came down to the Yinhuahuo tree in the Forbidden Forest under the strong crowd of a group of horsemen. This tree was similar to the one they saw in the fourth grade. This is where they stand about 10 meters apart from the main trunk.

peat!The head of the room cursed in his heart, what a fool to look at from such a distance!

The master looked at the horsemen who were facing the enemy all around him, and suddenly smiled warmly, "You said if I set a fire, how would they react?" The master spoke German, which the horsemen in the Forbidden Forest unfortunately did not grasp. second language.

"Before forcing us to hand over the silver flower and fire tree of the Knight Tower, spare our lives." Heimdall grinned.

"It seems that you have already guessed their plan." Victor asked.

Heimdall hummed, and said, "This tree was indeed raised by the centaur."

If the silver flower and fire trees in the Forbidden Forest are not guarded by Bowtruckles, then it is even more impossible for them to adopt the breeding method of the Centaur.

Since they couldn't see clearly, the couple lost interest in staying any longer and prepared to leave.

It's really coming in high spirits and returning in disappointment.

"Please stay." Ronan finally stopped them.

Heimdall winked at Victor, and Victor raised the corner of his mouth knowingly.

Heimdall's fingers flicked, and Victor said to Ronan who hadn't prepared his lines: "Don't worry about it, we know what you want to say, and our answer is impossible."

Ronan shut his mouth in embarrassment. This was the first time the couple had seen a centaur with such a human face in their lives.

"What do you want to say, Ronan?" Bane asked belatedly.

Heimdall had a slightly better opinion of him, the guy wasn't hopeless.

Ronan didn't say a word, and another older centaur said angrily: "Don't talk to them, we must get back the silver flower fire tree, which is the symbol of the Forbidden Forest centaurs! We must not just watch it wander Out, especially in the hands of a wizard!"

Bain's reaction was more exaggerated than the husband and wife had expected, "That's the tree they planted!"

Victor laughed, "Thank God, there is finally someone who knows shame."

The centaur, who held the same idea and took it for granted, felt a slap in the face, and all four hoofs were in a commotion, furious.

"You guys are gangster logic," Heimdall said forcefully. "The plants planted in my yard are our property. I don't care about the symbol of the centaur. You want me to spit out what I eat, unless you step on my dead body!"

"Arrogant and conceited human beings!" the Arima yelled angrily.

"That's a good word for you!" Heimdall retorted.

"What are you going to do!" Facing the attack from the tribe, Bain roared in disbelief. "That is a gift we sent out to express the conclusion of friendship. It is unreasonable that you want to take it back!"

"It's from you, it has nothing to do with us." The Arima emphasized impatiently.

Bane was suddenly dumbfounded.

Heimdall said to the master: "It seems that the centaurs are not exactly as bright as they are written in the textbook, and they have no desires or desires."

"And then?" asked the master.

"Then I was relieved, the fairy-like creatures really only exist in the imagination." The most difficult thing is to have no desires or desires.

Ronan stopped the centaur who was eager to fight, he didn't want to make a big deal, not to mention that it was indeed the centaur's fault.For a horseman who has devoted his life to justice and selflessness, today's challenge is beyond the bottom line, and he can't hold it anymore.

The couple turned away when they were arguing, and Bane, who felt overwhelmed, stomped his hoof vigorously, caught up with the couple, and walked slowly beside them with a hesitant expression.

"Don't be like this, it's nothing more than a disagreement and quarrel, what's the matter with your sad face?" Heimdall took the opportunity to laugh.

Unexpectedly, Bain ignored his deliberate provocation, and said in frustration: "I'm sorry for what happened just now, I don't know what happened to them..."

"It's not that bad, it didn't have the expected effect, and the psychological gap is too big. To put it bluntly, it's just anger from embarrassment." Victor analyzed calmly.

Bain shook his head firmly, "That's your tree, they have no reason."

"Thank you for thinking that, even though it's true," Heimdall said.

Bane realized that they didn't need comfort at all, and it was him who needed to be suppressed.

The two walked together silently for a while.

"Thank you for the gift." Bain said suddenly.

Heimdall thought for a long time and recalled that Christmas gift, "As long as you like it."

"I like it very much." Bain said seriously.

"Aren't you going on patrol?" Heimdall asked.

"...not going." Baine blatantly strikes.

"Come here then," said Heimdall. "Maybe Professor Firenze is waiting for us ahead." With Bain's size, Firenze could only be beaten.

Bain took some time to digest the title "Professor Firenze", "Firenze sent you in?"

"Correct."

Bain said sullenly, "I want to see him."

"Against violence." Heimdall folded his arms over his chest.

Bain thought for a while, and came to his senses, "I won't attack him, I just want to talk to him. We had a very good relationship back then..."

The husband and wife have not spent a long time with Bain, but his personality is clear at a glance.

Victor said: "When the centaur tribe expelled Professor Firenze, you must have been part of the applause."

Bain said embarrassingly, "I was, that was for the benefit of the horse people, Firenze is too much, his ideas are too much..." The horsemen think that Firenze's unconventional ideas are too shocking, Like the Muggles who hunted witches and burned them in the Middle Ages, heresy must be eradicated.

"It's a shame that you still call yourself a friend of Professor Firenze." Heimdall said contemptuously.Bain probably omitted even trying to understand this process, and directly killed relatives.

Bain was shattered by the blow, he lowered his head and said nothing, and the sound of the horse's hooves, which had always been neat, became procrastinated.

The husband and wife ignored him and just whispered.

"They won't say it's just right. Anyway, we have Bowtruckles. As long as we have them, we don't have to worry about the tree not being able to support us." Heimdall muttered.

"You have another idea?" The master felt that his eyebrows and eyes were extra coquettish.

"There are also centaur people in Durmstrang. I even gave them seeds, and there are silver fire trees in them. I don't know what they will think when they find out," Heimdall said confidently. "If you need to ask them, I believe the horse people in our school are cuter."

"There are horse people in your school?" Bain had sharp ears.

"So it didn't. I moved to the Durmstrang Valley the year before last." Heimdall said frankly.

Bain was about to say something when a figure appeared in front of him.

Bane was overjoyed, "Firenzie!" He hoofed and ran over, the dust was flying, and Heimdall and Viktor ate a mouthful of ashes.

The white bird resting on Firenze's shoulder flapped its wings and flew up. Bane stretched out his hand as a matter of course, and the bird flew past him to Heimdall behind him.Heimdall raised his hand, and the bird rested on his palm.

"Hi, long time no see." Heimdall rubbed the bird's head with the other hand, and the bird affectionately pecked at his fingers.

This is Heimdall's Christmas gift to Bain, a pure white ornamental bird full of spirituality.

Baine elongated his face enviously and jealously.

"Stop staring at me, Professor Firenze is leaving." Heimdall said in a fuss.

Bain immediately turned around and rushed out, "Firenze, don't run away, I have something to tell you!"

In an instant, the black horseman stopped the fawn-colored horseman who was still a short distance away from Kong Wuli.

Looking at Bain's arrogant and cheerful chatter from a distance, and Firenze's helpless look, Heimdall thought unkindly, this is why a scholar meets a soldier, so he can't explain why.

As soon as Heimdall raised his hand, the bird soared into the sky, circled over them, and flew towards its master.

"Where do we go next?" Victor asked.

"Go to the Black Lake and meet the mermaid." As soon as Heimdall finished speaking, he screamed again.

The shrill howl startled the two horsemen not far away.

Once again, Master Krum quickly pushed away the little unicorn that appeared out of nowhere, clutching the head of the room and backing away, the head of the room was holding his head in full face.

"Am I bald?" The room chief's voice trembled a little, the scalp was already numb.

The master patted his head, "I don't dislike it."

The head of the room, Sparta, turned his head and pointed at the little unicorn fiercely, "You! It's you!"

The innocent little unicorn has no sense of crisis at all, and curiously sticks out its tongue to lick the index finger facing itself.

Wet and soft.

Heimdall was licked until his heart trembled, shaking his fingers, and kept mumbling, "Victory is unarmed, victorious is unarmed..."