HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 468 Hulk

The instructors took him out of the classroom. The poor big white dog hid on the other side of Heimdall and walked dejectedly. Maybe after he regained his senses, he realized how bad his performance was just now. .

It was still in class time, and there were no people in the aisle. Occasionally, a few patrolmen would pass by them without turning their eyes. Everyone held their wands in their hands, giving people a strong sense of visual oppression.Heimdall believes that even dishonest people will learn to be honest when they meet.

When they entered the hall surrounded by an old-fashioned fireplace in the front, the instructors broke the silence.

"Know Hulk? Sturluson?"

They stopped in front of the number 19 fireplace.

"know."

The instructor who delivered the Floo powder to him quickly took back the small bowl, and the three instructors, no, two of them and one ghost stared at him in surprise at the same time, to be more precise, they stared at him in dissatisfaction.

Heimdall asked puzzled, "Is there a problem?"

"How do you know Hulk?!" The instructor still stuffed the small bowl into his hand.

Isn't it the Hulk, one of Citigroup's famous anti-hero comic characters, of course he knows.But Heimdall immediately understood that it was the Muggle world, and wizards in the wizarding world couldn't possibly know the Hulk, and the Hulk they were talking about was definitely not the answer that appeared in Heimdall's mind.

What made Heimdall dumbfounded was that if they assumed he didn't know, why did they ask him?

"Well, I was joking, I don't know Hulk, please forgive me." Heimdall's attitude was very sincere.

The instructor was relieved.

"You can't make joking a habit." The instructor let go after a few symbolic words of education.

The anemic man took a step ahead and disappeared into the bright green flames. Heimdall heard that his reported destination was the "Fantastic Beasts Training Center".

In front of the fireplace, Heimdall asked, "So, what is the Hulk?"

The two instructors smiled vaguely like Mona Lisa, "You will know when you go."

Heimdall wanted to give them the middle finger.

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As soon as Heimdall stepped out of the fireplace, he was stunned by the sight in front of him, and he was sent directly to the wild.Under the scorching sun, he saw a wide pasture, loosely surrounded by some human-high wooden fences, and there were red mountains not far away, and the sky was very high, blue without a trace of clouds.

"I hate the sun." There was a protest.

Heimdall snapped back to his senses, and then found that his whole body was exposed to direct sunlight, sweat dripped from his skin and dripped down his forehead, but he had just come out of the fireplace...

Heimdall looked back and saw a brick wall standing upright, the fireplace was placed alone in the center of the wall, and there was nothing around it. Even the wooden floor under his feet was only laid on 4 or [-] square meters.Heimdall was standing on the edge of the floor at this moment, and a centimeter away would be in direct contact with nature.

Heimdall turned his head to look at the anemic person who arrived before him. Even though they were standing on the edge of the curled wooden floor exposed to the scorching heat, even if Heimdall began to pull the neckline frequently in exchange for some coolness, the anemic person still His face was pale, unbelievably pale.

"It's hot, isn't it?" The anemic man grinned, and Heimdall looked at those two big white teeth, deeply feeling that reserve is actually a virtue.

Heimdall looked at the high sun that had evaporated all the clouds in the sky, "Aren't you feeling bad?"

Anemia person said: "It's not very comfortable, but it's still within the tolerable range."

"I thought someone like you..." Heimdall didn't know if he should call someone a "vampire" directly. It seems that this is a name given to them by humans, and sometimes it is even a curse. Maybe they have other names, Heim Dahl directly blurred the address. "...you can't stand under the sun."

"If I were pure blood." The anemic person said indifferently.

Heimdall tried not to look too fussy, and nodded with his mouth shut.

Green flames erupted behind him, and another instructor came over.

"Is this the training center?" Heimdall looked at the plain grass field, and there was nothing on it.

Seemingly seeing Heimdall's careful thinking, the instructor said with a smile: "To be precise, that's the training center."

Under the guidance of the instructor, Heimdall walked around the brick wall like an archway, and a three-story dusty house appeared in front of him.He just followed the direction of the anemic person's eyes just now, and never thought that there was another cave behind the wall.

Heimdall touched his nose and followed quickly.

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Founded in the middle of the sixteenth century, the International Magical Beasts Training Center is currently the only legal institution in the world that is listed and operated and recognized by all member states of the Wizarding Union for training magical animals.The purpose of setting up it at the beginning was mainly to ensure the cleanliness and tidiness of the living environment of wizards, improve the quality of life of wizards, and improve production efficiency.Therefore, after the animals in the training center in the sixteenth century have completed a set of training indicators and are determined to be competent for their work, they will be assigned to serve in pest monitoring departments around the world, and will be responsible for driving away those other animals that are not welcomed by wizards. Small magical animals.

Wizards at the time didn't realize that these trained and intelligent fellows could be of much help to them beyond just standing in the mud and keeping an eye out for goblins or other uninvited people.

The first goblin rebellion broke out in the wizarding world in [-], and it became a major opportunity to send wizards' good friends to the forefront of the historical stage. Be able to track goblins and find out exactly where they are hiding.

Throughout the turmoil of the First Goblin Rebellion, the amazing potential of the Fantastic Beasts was realized, and wizards decided that their gifts could no longer be ignored.At the annual meeting of the International Federation of Wizards after the goblin rebellion subsided, all member states agreed and signed a draft on expanding the scope of training at the International Animal Training Center.

Everyone pools their money to fund the center, and the center returns the formally trained magical animals that countries need.Twenty snowspots currently in service with the Department of Magical Creatures Regulation and Control at the UK Ministry of Magic came from the centre.

It is said that during the war, the animals in the training center made great achievements and made indelible contributions to the early end of the war.

"Did you see those red mountains just now?" While waiting for the elevator, the instructor asked Heimdall.

"I saw it."

"There is a central cemetery in the col, where animals sacrificed during the Great War are buried. Unfortunately, most of them only have a tombstone, and the bones have not been found."

They were sacrificed for the wizarding world, they could have lived more freely, and Heimdall couldn't help but be in awe.

The elevator door opened, and they entered a large, empty room. The furnishings in the room were very simple, with exposed concrete walls, rough concrete floors, yellow light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, and huge glass windows lined the three walls.

There were no glass windows on the opposite wall, only metal cages stacked together. Heimdall roughly scanned around, and there were about 35 of them, more than half of which were empty.

There was a desk in front of the cage, and a wizard lowered his head and wrote something intently.

An instructor walked over and handed over a piece of paper. After reading it, the wizard turned his head and glanced at them, his eyes resting on Heimdall for a while.

The wizard took out a bunch of keys from the drawer, and led them to the cage. Most of the animals in the cage, Heimdall, didn't know each other. They looked back at them calmly. Some animals had gentle eyes, while others had hard eyes.

"We want a Hulk." The instructors found none of the animals he showed them wanted.

"Wizards ask us for Hulk every day." The staff of the training center complained feebly, "We are a training center for magical beasts, not a training center for Hulk."

"Is there none left?" the anemic person asked softly.

The staff of the center seemed to be a little maladapted to the vampire, and couldn't help but backed away, shook their heads, and then nodded again.

The anemic person smiled slightly, and did not embarrass this "poor" human being any more.

An instructor said dissatisfied: "Is there or is it not?"

"Yes, but it's not..." the staff hesitated. "You are applying for a Blood-smelling Hulk, but the center is not yet able to provide an adult Blood-smelling Hulk."

"How old is a non-adult?"

"No, no, you misunderstood me," the staff member hurriedly said. "There is no smelling blood, do you understand? We cannot provide smelling blood at this stage."

"What kind of Hulk do you have?"

"You should know that the Hulk is an animal bred through crossbreeding. The process is quite long. Their breeding ability is extremely limited. The ones that are currently being bred are all reserved by others." The staff shrugged helplessly.

"In a word, yes or no?"

The staff member thought for a while, and led them to the other corner, where all the cages were empty, except for a huge animal living in a cage in the corner.The hair all over his body showed a kind of stone gray, and he lay quietly in the cage and closed his eyes to rest, as if he was a rock with a strange shape.One of its claws protruded from the hair, and Heimdall saw that the claws shone with a sharp luster like metal, sharp and thin but indestructible.As soon as they approached, the behemoth opened its eyes. One pair of eyes had obvious color difference, the bright one was lake green, and the other was withered gray.

The originally enthusiastic instructors shook their heads and sighed, "What an imposing hunting Hulk, it's a pity that his eyes are disabled."

This is "Hulk"?Heimdall stared at the big guy intently. Its appearance was similar to that of a hound. I heard that it was due to the gene of the wolf in its bloodline; the long ears may be inherited from the swallowtail dog; except that these two animals are the most suitable for cultivating the Hulk. In addition to the basic conditions, different Hulks may contain other animals.

For example, Linglong's blood-sniffing animals are sensitive to the environment, so they are relatives of Hu Meizi and Leprechaun; medium-sized banishers are good at tracking and positioning, so they have the bloodlines of Motra and Pegasus; Trusted guards, they have inherited power from trolls, but they have more brains than trolls... There are many varieties of Hulk, and each country will order different types of Hulk according to its own needs.

The Hunting Hulk in front of Heimdall and the others is different from the others. The Hulk is trained to focus more on defense, and emphasizes specialization in skills. Only Hunting is born for attack.Hunting focuses on catching and fighting. They have a part of the tracking ability to expel the Hulk. They are relatives of some ferocious beasts. What kind of ferocious beasts are the secrets of the center.

The Hulks currently serving in the Ministry of Magic of various countries all come from this center. In the magical world, no matter how powerful the Ministry of Magic of the country is, they are not allowed to study and breed Hulk. "Hulk" is a patented magical animal of the International Magical Beast Training Center. Only the Hulk in the training center is the recognized Hulk, and there is no other branch.

"The only one that is still idle is hunted down." The staff looked softly at the big guy in the cage. "My colleagues are very happy to see him come back here to retire." They don't hide their desire to do something for this Hulk.

"What country did it serve in?" asked the anemic man.

"Slovenia, was sent back last month."

The instructors suddenly realized that the wizarding world over there was not peaceful a few years ago, and several people in power died. During that time, news from Slovenia occupied the headlines of the internal publications of the Wizarding Union every day.

Only Heimdall is ignorant of this. He used to seldom care about international affairs, and his sources of information are relatively closed.

"Why was it sent back?"

"Its master died in battle."

It was a fierce battle, with the roar of colliding magic everywhere, the sky full of gunpowder smoke, the smoke and dust mixed with colors and reflecting each other, constantly shining with hell-like splendor, harvesting the lives of wizards.His master fell in that battle and never got up again, half of its visibility remained there forever.

The eyes of the instructors looking at it immediately changed drastically, and the anemic person said to Heimdall: "Why don't you try it?"

"How to try?"

The staff quickly ran to the desk, and then ran back quickly.He stuffed a piece of meat the size of an adult's fist into Heimdall's hand, and the viscous bright red liquid slipped from between Heimdall's fingers. The strong smell of blood immediately made the animals in the other cage commotion. Walk back and forth in the cage.

Hunt the Hulk unmoved.

"It doesn't matter, he won't bite you. Hulk has been trained and generally doesn't bite people." The staff paused, "Unless you are extremely hungry."

Although he didn't understand why the staff looked at him expectantly, Heimdall himself was willing to try. That big guy has been on the battlefield, and he was born and died for the wizarding society. He deserves the respect of all wizards and treats him as So what if I feed my little brother once.

The size of the hunting Hulk has a sense of presence. Heimdall has seen eight-eyed spiders, chimeras and charizards. The size of the hunting is not enough to make him feel timid, but its momentum is amazing, lying quietly There is a deterrent effect if you don't move there.

Just one look and you can tell it's definitely not a gentle carnivore.

Heimdall squatted in front of the cage, closed his eyes and opened his good eye for a glance, then closed it again, seemingly not paying attention to him.

Heimdall didn't feel offended, and carefully pushed open the movable door on the cage, and handed the piece of meat in.

Hunted seemed to be asleep.

Heimdall waved his hand, and Hunter's ears moved. Heimdall opened his eyes excitedly, and Hunter opened his eyes again.The bloody piece of meat was swinging back and forth in front of its eyes, Hunting looked at it emotionlessly, after that, it slowly shifted its gaze to Heimdall's face, Heimdall showed a smirk, in order to seduce it, The lump of meat shook even more.

A strange color flashed in the calm hunting eyes, and Heimdall's scalp felt numb for a while, just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Hunting's big mouth had already bit down on the swinging piece of meat, Heimdall His fists were sucked into the bloody mouth.

Heimdall opened his mouth wide, and before he could scream, the adults behind him rushed up to save his palm.With a puff, Hunter calmly spat out Heimdall's hand, just like spitting out a small stone with teeth that affects the taste, he was careless from the beginning to the end.

Heimdall was dumbfounded, he chewed slowly, and then swallowed the meat with a grunt.Before closing his eyes and taking a nap, he glanced at Heimdall, not to mention how contemptuous his little eyes were.

Heimdall shook his bitten bloody hand, angrily.

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Heimdall, a staff member with a numb face, bandaged his wound while talking endlessly, "...on behalf of the training center, I thank you!"

"You guys are too bad, can't you 'grate' me in your heart after we're gone? I can tell, it's really very hungry." Heimdall pulled his face, and his hand was almost bitten into a sieve!

The instructors were also full of condemnation.

"No, no, you misunderstood me."

The staff member kept saying some misleading things.

"It has been refusing to eat. We have tried many methods but nothing works. Today is the first time it has eaten since returning to the center." The staff members were beaming.

Heimdall looked at him sharply, "Now you should know how to do it. Spread butter on your fist, put two slices of bread in it, and send it to its mouth together with the meat."

"I'm sorry." The staff finally realized how inappropriate his current agitation was.

Silence came, and Heimdall seemed to be in some kind of contemplation. The instructors exchanged glances and acquiesced to the silence in front of them. Only the staff of the training center became more and more anxious.

"What's its name?" Heimdall asked after wrapping up, clutching his aching hand.

"king."

"...No wonder." Heimdall sighed in a seemingly understanding manner.

The original plan formulated by the Police Headquarters was based on blood-sniffing. Judging from Heimdall's future work conditions, blood-sniffing is the most suitable regardless of size or expertise, with keen perception and quick response.The premise of hunting to judge the environment is to kill, and Heimdall is not the executioner who executes the death penalty. Hunting Hulk lacks a more targeted response to that environment, and there is still a little bit of overkill.

The duty of hunting in the magical world is not just patrolling, monitoring, and entertaining wizards in their spare time. They are also well-trained killers and mercenaries, who are responsible for cooperating with the elite forces of the magic governments of various countries to arrest those who are heinous. dark wizard.

"Let's come again next time." An instructor hinted that it was getting late. "We might be able to pick one out of the blood-sniffers who serve in the Police Corps."

The staff was disappointed, but they didn't dare to express this emotion too clearly.

Heimdall touched the bandage on his hand and yelled in a certain direction before leaving, "Mr. Wang, see you tomorrow."

The staff opened their mouths in astonishment, and surprise immediately appeared on their faces. The king, who had always been indifferent to the outside world, turned over and turned his butt to the outside, looking extremely disturbed.

When taking the elevator, the instructors all expressed that they were not optimistic about this hunter. It was not because of its disability that they underestimated its ability, but the expertise of the hunter determined its scope of work.

"Can I try to get along with it for a while?" Heimdall asked. "If it still chooses to starve itself to death and sleep in the glorious place in the red mountains without any regrets, then I have nothing to say. But before that, please give us a little time."

"Us?" The instructors laughed.

The anemic person said: "Are you so sure you will succeed?"

"No, I'm not sure, but it's man-made." Heimdall shrugged. "I don't think it looks like it has no hope and no fighting spirit. It is a king, isn't it? If a king dies, he should be shrouded in horse leather and die on the battlefield, not a useless hunger strike."

"If not for the eye, then for its former owner," Heimdall said. "The depression is only temporary, I bet it still wants to fight."

An instructor said, "You have to know that hunting is not the best choice."

"But I didn't smell blood anymore, did I? Besides, I don't want to start my mission tomorrow." It was clear at a glance whether Heimdall and the official detectives of the Police Corps were more important, and he didn't think that the Police Corps would pay for IW's temporary clerks for free. Provide a working sniffing blood.

How long does it take for a Hulk and a wizard to form a seamless partnership?Heimdall does not know the exact time, but the process is certainly not easy.

The expressions of the two instructors are a little unnatural. Although the reality is indeed as he said, it still makes people feel uncomfortable to be revealed in person.

Anemic people are interesting to watch them come and go, keeping themselves out of it.did you see it?Humans are so interesting.

"One month." The two instructors looked at each other and set a deadline.