HP's Foreign Land

one,

The eyes of the black horseman were very sharp, like a cold knife with carvings, sliding past the eyes of the little friends one by one, no one dared to act rashly.Eyes can't kill people, but the bow and arrow in the horseman's hand is no joke.

The three wizards present each took one-thousandth of a second to think, simulating in their minds how quickly they could block the overwhelming sharp arrows in the face of a sudden attack.They didn't come up with an answer.Because they have not personally experienced the power of the centaur's black arrows, everything only exists in assumptions and legends.

"What questions do you have?" Heimdall always felt that although the centaur was not friendly, he was not unreasonable.

"Did you meet giant monsters when you came here?" The centaur seemed to be obsessed with giants.

"There are also giants." Pika couldn't help standing up to show its presence. It protested that the centaur only talked to wizards and ignored goblins.

The centaur looked down calmly, "You defeated the giant?"

"We've met giants before." The president of Pickup said cunningly.

The centaur did not hide the contempt that followed, and said firmly, "I think so too!"

Pickup was hit knowingly.

Nulun patted his cousin on the shoulder sympathetically, Pickup excitedly grabbed Nulun's little hand, and Nulun flashed to Heimdall without saying a word.

Pickup immediately looked haggard.

"We have encountered trolls and giants along the way, and luckily we have defeated them all," concluded Heimdall.

The face of the black horseman changed slightly, "How many giants have you met?"

Heimdall seemed to understand something, and immediately said: "I only met one."

With the current number of giants, one in eighty is really rare. If it weren't for this trip to Latvia, Chairman Sturluson might not have the opportunity to directly attack wild giants in his life.Of course, the experience is not good, and it is easy to lose life when meeting with fighting creatures.

"What is that giant like?" the centaur asked very carefully.

Heimdall didn't hide anything, "Brown curly hair, dark yellow skin, dark brown eyes are very cloudy, tall and tall, and a mouthful of yellow and black teeth."

Observing so carefully?Remember the color of your teeth?Newlon glanced at him.

The horseman who had been engrossed in it suddenly relaxed, was it relaxation?Is lost?The expression was complicated and difficult to distinguish for a while.

Heimdall guessed that the giant who was turned into a fireball by Victor might not be what the centaurs were looking for.

The centaur quickly concealed his emotions, and turned back into the unkind flower of Gaoling again.

"You just said that you planned to go to Riga Gringotts through here?" the centaur asked.

"Yes, we can promise not to move any brick or tile here." Heimdall said cautiously.

"I'm tired of this place. Come with me." The centaur turned and walked in.

A group of people didn't understand the connection between the two sentences before and after, but they volunteered to be the guide, and they were too happy, so they didn't have the heart to ask the bottom line.

Picara stopped Nurem who wanted to follow, "The centaur is not trustworthy."

Nulun pointed to the map in its hand, "You can find another way around it."

"You're not with me?" Pika was shocked.

Nulun said with contempt, "My father will take your set, but I won't take it."

Pickup silently complained that the bigger it is, the less cute it is.Brother Pika loves and hates this cousin who is always independent and doesn't put goblin precision first. A good goblin will not let himself get mixed up with wizards.Nulun's hobbies and hobbies, which have nothing to do, make the pickup truck who follows behind to clean up the mess day after day physically and mentally exhausted.

Pickup, who was originally unwilling to join the team, was reawakened by the sudden appearance of the black horseman, and the leader of the pickup truck's default "big drop" ranking, the wizard took the first place without any suspense; people.These four-legged guys are pretentious, and the most hateful thing is that they are very principled, paying attention to keeping their promises, saying what they say, and not allowing blurred focus.In other words, horse people are not easy to fool. Goblins can achieve their own goals by fooling or coercing wizards. The same method will not work on horse people.

Pickup had stumbled on the Centaur before. It had just joined the work at that time, young and vigorous, arrogant, thinking that it could easily turn over the clouds with its good brains.Facts have proved that the centaurs are completely out of control.In the final analysis, the centaurs are not as complex and changeable as human beings, so they can take advantage of them. Most of their pursuits are based on integrity, and the scheming goblins have no room for the truth of the centaurs.

So Pika hates centaurs more than humans... Well, the degree of disgust is basically the same as that of humans.

Pika couldn't bear to be in a team with both wizards and centaurs. The failures of the year could not help coming to the front of his eyes, and eventually he would lose consciousness due to excessive brain supplementation.Pickup doesn't want to make a fool of itself in front of humans and centaurs, it would rather go back.

When Pickup came to his senses, the group had already walked a hundred meters away—cousin New Lun was still heartless, Pickup turned pale with fright, and hurriedly ran after him.

two,

There are many strange plants planted in the "Great Greenhouse". If the time is not allowed, the three wizards would like to stop and study.

Bill took off the Death Eater's cloak and draped it casually over his shoulders.He didn't need to pretend to be a Death Eater anymore.

The black horseman suddenly said, "I've seen a cloak like that before."

Bill immediately asked the source.

The black horse man thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "It was night, and I couldn't see clearly, those wizards and trolls were together."

Bill sighed in his heart, it seemed that the troll riot in Latvia was indeed inseparable from the mysterious man.He thought of Hagrid's giant brother, and the giant tribe who had stood on the side of the mysterious man, and his bad premonition became clearer and stronger.The power of the Mysterious Man has already spread out from England, and the new Death Eater group may be even bigger than what the Order of the Phoenix detected. Foreign wizards have been instigated by the Mysterious Man's followers one after another, becoming a member of the evil army that devastates the lives of all...

"Where's your hometown?" Bill heard Heimdall trying to chat with the black horseman.

"To the north," said the black horse man.

Where is the north side?It seems that he is not going to talk to Heimdall in detail.

"Near Siberia?" Heimdall pretended not to hear the perfunctory words of the black centaur.

The black horseman didn't answer.

Heimdall said to himself, "There are also centaurs living in our school."

Bill just wanted to make a joke, "There are also horse people living in our school", but in a blink of an eye, he found that because of his approach, the master's inexplicably cruel little eyes flew over again.Brother Weasley was so depressed that he bowed his body forward, and was hated for no reason, and everyone wanted to grab his hair.

Bill dismissed the idea, and the master's eyes were like radar. Once the alarm near the cordon was cleared, his eyes shifted quickly, not muddled at all, and heinously sharp.

Bill, who has been clever since he was a child, figured out the clue. He looked at Heimdall and then at Victor, feeling more and more incredible.If it's what he guessed, isn't Krum being too unreasonable? !

Of course, Brother Weasley didn't know that Chairman Sturluson had thought about his masculinity in the old days, and he didn't even know that Chairman Sturluson confessed this obscenity to Master Krum.

It's easy to understand why the master doesn't like him. The bud of love that exists in memory represents the hazy beauty that cannot be desecrated. This kind of youthful fragrance will last forever and never fade away.After all, reality will stink occasionally due to various reasons, and only the little secrets in the ivory tower can be healed at any time.

The black centaur didn't seem to believe Heimdall's ulterior motives. This centaur was wary of creatures other than his own kind.

Heimdall took out a black and white photo from his pocket and held it up.

"Look, this is a photo of me and the horse people from our school."

The black horsemen hesitated for a moment and then took it. Although the horsemen in the photo had blunt expressions, they were obviously not forced. The lush greenery behind them and the strange creatures around them made the black horsemen quite moved.

"They look good." The black centaur looked at it for a while, and returned the photo to Heimdall.

"They are very satisfied with the environment of our school." Heimdall, who presented the treasure, put away the photos properly.

His self-talking purpose was basically achieved, and the invisible gap between him and the black horse man was narrowed a little.

Victor glanced at Heimdall, who was calm on the surface but sullen in his heart, thinking amusedly that this kid really likes stuffing things in his pockets, whether useful or not, he always carries them with him. It is believed that the little daddy can be transformed into a universal treasure chest.

But what made Heimdall depressed was that the black horseman was not as interested in the mountain horse tribe behind the German school as he expected, and after a few simple questions, he began to remain silent again.Heimdall originally wanted to use the topic to try to find out the other party's name, and then pretended to inadvertently ask the other party's origin and why he appeared in a human city after success, and even walked alone in a city where trolls were rampant... After answering the question, he had no reason to go with the flow, and Li Xiaoge and Hei Jiabai slammed their foreheads on the ground.

How could this guy be so withdrawn? !

Also struggling was Bill Weasley, who made up his mind to keep a distance from Heimdall.

three,

The group of people who saw the exit had no time to cheer, and the attack fell from the sky.

The three wizards waved their wands, and the black centaur with bow and arrow made the first move, and the arrows shot straight into the eyes of the four-meter-tall monster like a navigator.The troll wailed and covered his bloody eyes, and the mallet in his hand fell to the ground.The other giants were terrified when they saw the archer, and when they saw the archer clearly, their ferocity turned into panic.The giant monsters yelled and turned around and ran away. The orderly attack fell short, like a few hills running on the flat ground, and the violent vibration gradually receded.

The two goblins have learned to keep calm, and even the awkward pickup has to admit that scary trolls are not always available, and wizards are not all three-legged cats who just hug their heads and run around.Well, the centaur is also very scary, and this centaur is especially scary...

Pickup carefully identified the quiver on the back of the black centaur, but didn't find anything special about the arrow branches with blackened arrows. Why do ordinary bows and arrows seem to have powerful magic attached to them in the hands of the centaur?

"How do I go next?" Victor asked the pickup.

The pickup picked up the map again.

"Go there." The black horse man raised his hand and pointed. "Just follow me."

A group of people were flattered.

"Are you willing to take us there?" Heimdall confirmed again.

"I'm tired of staying here, and I can meet giant monsters by following you." The old man of the black horse was very cold.

Heimdall added a sentence for him in his heart: Maybe you can meet the giant you want to see.

Afterwards, they silently followed behind the horsemen, walking through the streets of Riga, which seemed like no one's land. Occasionally, they encountered a few figures that looked like passers-by flashing past the corners of their eyes. The street view made everyone feel dazzled again.

"It's strange here." Victor said warily.

"Like a ghost town," Bill agreed.

The group of people looking around suddenly felt that their feet were soft, and the ground suddenly collapsed.The black horseman immediately pulled out the dagger from his waist and swung it down vigorously. The dagger cut deeply into the wall of the nearby building.Relying on the advantages of the dagger and his own strength, the black horseman abruptly rescued himself from the swamp that came from nowhere.

Pickup screamed, danced and danced, with a face full of horror. It was the fastest sinking one in the group.

Nulun tried to grab its arm, and warned it over and over again not to move. The pickup, which was deeply in panic and unable to extricate itself, turned a deaf ear to it. As a result, the sinking speed became faster and faster, and the swamp soon covered its neck and went upward spread.

Seeing that Pickup's nose was about to be swallowed by the black-gray swamp, the boomerang thrown by the black centaur circled around Pickup's outstretched arm, and the rope tied to the boomerang was wrapped around Pickup's arm, and the black centaur With an effort, the pickup was instantly dragged out of the swamp and pulled back to the solid ground.

Pickup spit out a few mouthfuls of dirty water, and then broke out into an earth-shattering cough. It was in a mess and exuded a stench.Pika coughed and burst into tears, scolding the wizard who cast the spell in his heart.

This must be magic, otherwise how could a swamp suddenly appear?

Newlon!

Pika crawled towards the edge of the swamp in disgrace, and looked at the black centaur with pious prayers.

But it was no longer necessary for the black horsemen to attack again, and the three wizards calmly eliminated the swamp.The disgusting black thick mud that was rolling just now disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the three wizards and Nulun stood on the ground safe and sound.

With the help of Bill's kindness, the pickup also returned to its original dignity.

"There were attempts to stop us over and over again," Heimdall said.

"And he's a duck-headed guy who does little tricks," Victor said.

As soon as the words fell, the houses on both sides of the street made teeth-stinging noises, trembling and shaking as if they were being held and shaken vigorously, cracks appeared in the houses from bottom to top, and the deafening cracks resounded through the sky, and they collapsed with a crash, tiles, bricks and stones Splashing everywhere, smoke and dust billowing, covering the sky and the sun.

Is this going to bury them alive? !

After the smoke dissipated, a huge figure appeared on the ruined street.

The uninvited guest sitting on the shoulder of the behemoth laughed triumphantly, and white light and shadow shot out from the center of the ruins, brushing the laugher's cheek and sinking into the air behind him.The laughter stopped abruptly.

A group of people stood in place safe and sound, and the laughers saw that two stone statues were protecting them. They originally belonged to a Muggle boutique that has now disappeared, and were temporarily "lived" by Victor as shields.

When everyone saw the appearance of the laughing man on the troll's back, they reacted in two ways.Except for the black centaur who was still expressionless, the three wizards looked at each other, and the two goblins were tongue-tied.

"Abu? Are you Abu?!" Pika yelled.

The goblin on the troll's back has thin white hair, a red scar on the left pointed ear, the left eyeball is white and dull, the face is full of wrinkles, the nose is a bit crooked, and the thin lips are like It was cut by something, and a piece was missing.The whole face is really not pretty.If you ignore the deep hatred in the right eye and the vigorous vitality that burst out from it, he is an old, unkempt ordinary goblin.

The old goblin named Abu sneered, "Traitor! Shame to goblins!"

Its teeth are sharp and black.

"You have been expelled by the goblin, you are the traitor!" Nulun fought back not to be outdone.

"If you were born two years earlier, I will train you myself." Abu let out a piercing and strange smile.

"This guy is crazy!" Pika murmured.

Neither of the two goblins showed the joy of encountering their seniors, and their eyes were more filled with fear.

"How did you escape?" Nulun asked loudly, turning a deaf ear to Abu's provocation.

"Do I need to run? With my Abu's strength, I can go wherever I want." Abu was quite dissatisfied with Nulun's statement.

Abu waved his hand condescendingly, and a red light shot towards Nulun.

"Be careful!" Pickup jumped up in shock.

Nulun seldom faced such emergencies, his body couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his mind, and he froze in place stupidly, watching the flickering light getting closer and closer to him.

Heimdall rushed out with a stride, and shook his right hand holding the wand. The red light collapsed in front of him, as if hitting an invisible wall, turning into little stars and disappearing without a trace.

On the giant monster's shoulder, the darkness in Abu's eyes rolled and surged, making people daunting.

Pickup hugged Nulun and groped up and down.

"I'm fine." Nulun's expression was a little uncomfortable, and for the first time, he didn't stop the pickup.

Pickup still held Nulun and did not let go, and finally touched his cousin's little hand. At this time, there are not many more shots, but when...

President Nulun didn't notice the wretchedness in his cousin's heart, and he was silently moved by his desperateness just now.

Heimdall looked at Abu from afar, then turned around after a while and said, "That guy's name is Abu?"

The two fairies nodded.

New Lun emphasized again, "Abu has been expelled by the goblin, and his life and death has nothing to do with the goblin."

No wonder the two goblins decided to follow Abu when they heard Abu’s name. Now that I think about it, the logic of the goblins is really unique. According to the human way of thinking, how could they go up and call the police directly when they heard Abu’s name? That's it.

Heimdall nodded, then turned to the master again, "The one above is indeed a goblin, right?"

The master nodded affirmatively, and at the same time understood what Heimdall was going to do.

Heimdall turned to Bill, who nodded cautiously, urging himself not to make any unnecessary expressions. Even so, the strange gaze projected on him for a moment still made him feel a little painful.

Heimdall pressed his wand to his throat, and said loudly: "Abu, according to the various restrictions and agreements of the International Federation of Wizards on goblins, no matter what the situation is, goblins are not allowed to use magic wands. You are limited to 5 Surrender within minutes, or I will take the necessary measures to prevent you from using magic again."

Abu on the shoulder of the giant almost ran away.

"If you hear me, please call back." Heimdall said loudly again.

"Go to hell, all wizards!" Abu growled.

Heimdall took out the badge issued by the International Police Force—this was the first time he used it, and pinned it to his chest. Although he was not quite right to do justice for the sky here, he had a badge to do things well.

Heimdall raised his head and said, "There are still 3 minutes." As he spoke, he broke another malicious spell approaching him.

Abu stood up from the giant monster's shoulder with a murderous look.

The two goblins on the ground took a step back at the same time.