HP's Foreign Land

one,

Mionir said that he would never believe what Xiaobaba said anymore. Little Baba always bullied Mionier when he was young, and the baby was awkward, and the consequences were very serious...Little Baba and Nailie, who had recovered their lives under the hands of the little devil, hugged each other and cried After a while, the milkman abandoned little Papa without saying a word, turned around and fell into the arms of Grandpa Sirius Black. When Grandpa Sirius left, he reluctantly sent Grandpa to the door, not to mention how sticky he was.

Heimdall looked at the intimate interaction between one big and one small, feeling very empty and lonely and cold, but still happy to see what happened. The little Baba Erkang's hand was bitten by the hair ball that jumped out without anyone noticing...

Let you go back on your promises, and you will be punished——Li Xiaoge Hei in his heart laughed sinisterly.

He racked his brains to arouse the baby's attention. The baby seemed to enjoy the process, but he turned his head and said nothing. He and the little papa came and went in a stalemate for a while, and finally, with the intervention of the big papa, he picked up the bottle and sucked it obediently. .Heimdall took the opportunity to kiss his son's hair, and the milk boy who was emotionally coming and going quickly kissed the milk and saliva on the little papa's face without any grievances.

Heimdall sat for a while, got up and went upstairs to Draco's resting room, Lucius and Rommel were discussing something in the study at the moment.

Draco is fine now, but his spirit is not very good. When Heimdall went in, he saw him leaning on the pillow with his eyes open, and he couldn't find any luck and joy for the rest of his life.

When Heimdall came to the bed, Draco was shocked, and he came back to his senses as if he was frightened by something.

Before Heimdall could speak, Draco stammered, "Mom didn't mean to..."

Heimdall was silent.

Draco became more and more anxious, "I... I know it's not good for me to say that... But, but Mom doesn't want to be like that..."

"Well, her starting point is to protect her son, so what about me and Victor's son? What about my father's son? What about Victor's parents' son? These are not life? These can be sacrificed at will? "Heimdall's words were not accompanied by any particular emotion, but Draco flinched from Heimdall's mild questioning nonetheless.

Draco, who had finally worked up his courage, looked extremely frustrated. His face was pale and he raised his head and lowered it, "Am I bad? Does trying to defend my mother make you very disgusted? Do you think I'm disgusting... ..."

"No, if you see that my first sentence is selflessly belittling everything your mother has done for you and denying your mother's love for you, I will despise you and dislike your 'high consciousness' very much." Hai Mdar smiled.

"I don't understand..." Draco said blankly.

"Humans are complex creatures," Heimdall said. "The conclusions drawn from different positions are inconsistent. As a member of the Struluson family, I no longer welcome Mrs. Malfoy who was desperate to put our family in danger; as her blood relatives, my maternal love for her Express admiration."

Draco's face looked better, although Heimdall still couldn't find the key to solve the problem from Heimdall's words.

There was a sentence Heimdall swallowed back—considering Draco’s current health condition, he didn’t say it bluntly, Mrs. Malfoy could even abandon her husband for her son’s sake, such mother’s love will one day become her son’s Burden, no, no need someday, now it is.

At this moment in the old house of Sturluson, except for Draco, Lucius Malfoy was the most tangled one among all the people.

Thanks to the ancestors, Heimdall does not need to face this problem. Fortunately, there are elders above him, and there are other elders above the elders.After the dust settles on the British crisis, he will return to the Knights House, and go to Iceland to reunite with relatives and friends during the holidays.Heimdall's feelings for this place in England are getting more and more complicated. He wants to stay away from it, but he can't help but miss it.

After a while, Master Malfoy, who was out of his mind, heard his cousin's new brain opening: "Have you got your diploma yet?"

Draco stared back blankly.

The two cousins ​​looked at each other.

two,

Contrary to the return to the laid-back Strulupine old mansion, the atmosphere in Malfoy Manor, which was breached by Death Eaters and then upgraded to the Death Eaters' new base camp, is chillier than the highest peak in the Durmstrang Mountains, which is always ice and snow. Bone-piercing, devoid of vitality.

The Death Eaters who were able to gather around Voldemort were all senior cadres among the Death Eaters. They bowed their heads submissively amid Voldemort's cold murderous aura, for fear of being too prominent, of being named, and most of all of being angered. Several cadres of Avada, who was in a bad mood a minute ago, were lying not far away with no breath at this time. They didn't even dare to take a look at them. Live in fear of the Big Boss.

This has always been Voldemort's forte, taking the lives of others with ease - sometimes just because the accent of the other party makes him uncomfortable.

"Killed" the old lunatic Dumbledore, and the joy of successfully occupying Hogwarts still remained in the body before it could dissipate. The Death Eaters trembled and clenched their fists, biting their tongues to force themselves to calm down.The moody Voldemort changed without warning at the climax of the festivities for the occasion, and a living hell on earth was staged afterwards.The big devil let his negative emotions take control and killed the killer randomly. The sudden death made the expressions of those unlucky people who were hit by the killing curse stay in the moment of cheering. They didn't dare to resist during their lifetime. The incomprehension and unwillingness to face the moment of death.

The celebration came to an abrupt end, and Voldemort slumped in the large and ancient armchair, scanning the incompetent followers in front of him wearily and disgustedly.The frequently broken horcruxes caused the great devil's power to drain rapidly. He looked down indifferently at the Elder Wand that he had never let go since he got it—his gaze passed through the wand and landed on the blood-soaked ground.

Voldemort in a black robe seemed to be sitting on a pool of blood, and his leisurely posture seemed to be enjoying the gift of nature by a wild stream.

Voldemort found new pleasure in looking at the pools of blood, tracing their shapes with his eyes, connecting them in his mind.He immersed himself in his new pleasure, leaving a crowd of terrified and curious Death Eaters alone, indifferent to their fear and uneasiness.

The breathless silence seemed to consume all the lives of the Death Eaters. Just when their heartbeats were about to break through the critical point and were driven almost mad, Voldemort suddenly raised his head, and Bei, who had been secretly paying attention to the big devil's movements Lacritus was refreshed, he was concerned about Voldemort's majesty, and when he met his master's eyes, he immediately put on a gesture of sincerity and fear.

Voldemort has always been very patient with his real right-hand man. Even the insane big devil knows very well that followers like Bella will never betray themselves, nor will they pretend to be one thing behind the other.

For a moment, the face of Barty Crouch Jr. flashed through Voldemort's mind. Unfortunately, the fleeting face did not stir up even the slightest ripple in Voldemort's inner world. The faithful believers such as Bellacritus never missed the fact that he was no longer alive. Like-minded partners, they occasionally feel a thing or two when Voldemort is killing: the master is getting harder and harder to serve, and they, the eternal believers who claim to never leave, can't bear it anymore!

Unlike Bella, once the other Death Eaters made eye contact with Voldemort, it was almost as if the heart had been petrified. They tried their best to control their facial nerves and not let themselves be too independent, so as not to make their master unhappy and end their own life prematurely. Little life.They showed their unconditional surrender carefully like Bella, and those who were swept by Voldemort's sight bent their noble spines that they were usually proud of, and threw themselves on the ground like ants.

Voldemort was accustomed to such a low profile, he looked away blankly, and cast his eyes on Bellacritus.

Bella was very excited to receive the master's attention, and the overflowing joy was so vivid in the pretentious environment, Voldemort's mood was slightly eased by Bella's unreserved admiration.

Voldemort said pleasantly - and seemingly -, "Where's Severus? I need him. Call him."

Someone was about to go one-on-one with the Dark Lord, and finally escaped, and the Death Eaters who weren't named were relieved.

Bella quickly turned around and left there, summoning the low-level Death Eaters to send someone to go.

After Voldemort gave the order, he closed his eyes and remained silent. The Death Eaters who acted as the background board wanted to know when they could leave. Of course, no one dared to say such a thing.

"Master," Bella said respectfully as she walked in briskly. "Do you have any other orders?" Bella pointed to the blood and corpses on the ground, "Do you want, um, to clean up here?"

Voldemort opened his eyes. Nagini, the pet giant snake lying quietly beside the armchair, raised his head and made a hissing sound. Bella looked at Nagini, and then looked at Voldemort curiously.

"Oh, let's clean it up, Nagini doesn't like dirty things." Voldemort said, standing up, stepping on blood on the ground with bare feet and walking towards the door, the bright red blood soaked the hem of his wizard robe, he As if not aware of it.As he passed the group of Death Eaters trying to minimize his presence, he gave them an indifferent glance and walked out.

The Death Eaters were crying with joy, and Emma couldn't have felt better not being called by the boss.

Compared with this group of Death Eaters who saved their lives once again, Severus Snape, who was on his way to Malfoy Manor, was in a less beautiful mood.The professor had just been appointed as the headmaster not long ago, and the plan that he thought to be foolproof had become complicated because Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf in the Death Eaters, didn't follow the rules. Z's principal.

The reason for the werewolf is: there are many fresh young people there, and he dreams of gnawing on those young lives all the time, so that he can create a bigger and stronger werewolf army for the great Dark Lord.

Voldemort didn't agree, for whatever reason, thanks to Merlin for letting the werewolf's plan die.

In fact, Voldemort's reason is very simple. The Dark Lord regards human life as nothing, but after all he graduated from Hogwarts and let a lowly werewolf whom he particularly disliked become the headmaster of Hogwarts?The Dark Lord felt that it was tantamount to discrediting his academic career, and was close to denying a part of his life. For an obsessive-compulsive person like Voldemort who is striving to conquer the world, this is an intolerable flaw.

So the whimsical werewolf was a tragedy. He paid a heavy price for his brainstorming. Voldemort, who was displeased by his request, taught Fenrir a lesson with the Cruciatus Curse. From that day on, there were very few other Death Eaters. Saw Fenrir, some said he was thrown back into the ranks of low-level Death Eaters, others said that his body and mind were severely damaged by the Cruciatus Curse, and it took a long time to recover, and he probably hid somewhere to heal his injuries.

Snape was glad to have one less opponent. Fenrir, despite his strong limbs and simple mind, was quite difficult to deal with as a disowned werewolf.Snape was also distracted by this and compared Lupine, and came to the conclusion that he was not an opponent...

While thinking wildly, the professor arrived at Malfoy Manor.Snape stopped in front of the door for a while. Malfoy Manor used to give him a good feeling. As for now... the professor said he would not comment, he was still muttering in his heart, hoping that the Malfoy family would not be ashamed of seeing any residues when they came back. Fainting or unseemly screaming.

It wasn't until he met Voldemort that Snape realized that it was useless to adjust himself by deserting just now, and all tricks were useless in front of the Dark Lord.

Snape showed his low profile without hesitation, and bowed deeply to the black-robed figure curled up in the three-seater sofa.

"Severus has received your call, my lord."

Nagini was crawling rustlingly, Snape looked over vigilantly, and quickly dismissed the idea of ​​testing. Nagini could feed back some information to Voldemort, and this giant snake should not be taken lightly.

"Severus, it's terrible, everything is terrible." Voldemort didn't look back.

The fireplace in the outrageously large living room of Malfoy Manor was not lit. The fireplace was still full of charcoal ashes after the wizarding hospital was conquered. Voldemort seemed to have no need for warmth, and the air here was slightly cool right now. , just like Snape's uneasy inner world, wrapped in a cold tone that makes people feel chills all over.

Snape cheered up, "Forgive Master, I don't quite understand."

Voldemort didn't blame him. If he was facing other Death Eaters, Voldemort would have been annoyed that the other party didn't know what to do, but Snape was different. He was Voldemort's trusted right-hand man, and he was the important force that conquered Dumbledore's immortality. It is the Portkey to help the Death Eaters occupy Hogwarts.Snape has been lurking in the Order of the Phoenix for many years and is an indispensable backbone to help Voldemort rise.

Voldemort trusted Snape, at least for now.

Voldemort is more patient with those he trusts, but it is limited after all, so he said a little impatiently: "Didn't you see those idiots outside? Haven't they been cleaned up?"

Snape thought of the comments made by the other Death Eaters before he came in. Although he didn't quite understand the ins and outs, he was not ignorant. He chose his words carefully, "They offended you, so they were punished as they should be."

Voldemort was satisfied with Snape's statement, and stopped circling around, and said straight to the point, "I need believers, a lot of believers."

"Yes Master."

Voldemort said again, "Let all the Death Eaters from abroad come back."

"I see, master, but these are not under my jurisdiction..."

"Severus," Voldemort interrupted. "I remember you have an interesting subordinate, very young, I once promised to give him the honor of the Dark Mark, don't you remember?"

Voldemort's sudden murderous aura suffocated Snape's heart, until the professor struggled to understand the meaning of the big devil, his heart became cold and cold.

"Let him come, Severus," Voldemort said politely. "Although his appearance is different, I am not a superficial person. You tell him, Severus, that I need new believers, new forces."

The professor seemed to be repenting for his miss, and bowed deeply again.

Voldemort was pleased with his humility, "Don't forget this time, Severus, that subordinates who have no memory give me a headache."

The professor tried his best to control his emotions, "... yes, master."

three,

[Negotiate with people from the Order of the Phoenix. ] said the man in the mirror. 【Based on you disposing of the fish that slipped through the net of two Horcruxes for the Savior, the Order of the Phoenix should not brazenly credit them with their own name. 】You immediately thought of the "brazen" trick, which shows that your inner world is not pure at all, nor is it as high-spirited and selfless as you usually behave——Heimdall complained silently.

The judges of IW are indeed human-faced and beast-hearted, and Xiao Papa is a little bit troubled. Could it be that only by cultivating a beast-like heart can he rise to the top and climb the peak? !

[Sturlusson, did you hear what I said? 】The immediate superior immediately saw that he had slipped away, and his eyes were wrong.

What makes Heimdall particularly want to complain is the magic mirror!Mirror!Why did everyone have a "mobile phone" in their hands overnight?Isn't this one's own privilege?You imitate my method and forcefully connect with me without permission. Is this really okay?

10 minutes before his boss, Justice Leeds, connected with him, he had just finished talking to Peter, and Ron, Ron talked about all the adventures of Gringotts in the mirror, and there was also a guard dragon ...

Ron is very talented in storytelling, the plot is ups and downs, lively and interesting, unlike Heimdall's dry sentence: burnt a book, and burned a Slytherin pendant box that "confuses the real with the fake" .

[Fortunately, we escaped quickly. ] Ron finally said fortunately. [I heard that the mysterious person came here with us... Don't worry, your financial advisor is still alive and well, and should have escaped back to the country smoothly. ] Heimdall was relieved to hear this, Voldemort really did something wrong.

Before their communication was disconnected, Heimdall heard Peter yelling at Ron [What mysterious person, just call Voldemort, he will spare you because you called him mysterious person?Don't be naive! 】, After Ron answered what Heimdall didn't know, the communication was interrupted here.

[If you don't say anything, I will deduct your salary! ] Liz said coldly.

Heimdall came back to his senses in a flash, smiled awkwardly, and recalled the content of the conversation just now, "Are you trying to take advantage of the fire?"

Liz sneered, [If I didn't know your background, I would have thought you were British. ] "I used to be British."

[You said 'once'. 】

"That's what I said, but my departure was not a forced choice. The UK has left me with good memories. I don't want to erase them, and I don't want to do things against my conscience that will make me despise myself. If it cost me a promotion, I'm willing to take it."

[Very noble. 】

"It has nothing to do with being noble. If England was a completely foreign country to me, if I hadn't met people in England, lived here, talked to wizards and Muggles here, then I would have stood my ground. If you don't waver, that's noble."

[You already have the eloquence to become a justice, Stulusson. 】

"Even if you say I will be a justice tomorrow, I will not change my mind."

Liz laughed, 【Do I have a cunning face?Are you misunderstanding my decision? ] Heimdall wondered, "Can you be more specific?"

[First of all, IW’s decision was not to take advantage of the fire, but the benefits promised by the Order of the Phoenix when it contacted us. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that IW contributed to the flames; secondly, I did not ask you to explain the various secret provisions of the Order of the Phoenix. He has no interest in his physique and action plan; again, Severus Snape does not agree to disclose this action plan to you, and I think so too. You, let yourself choose. 】Professor Snape?Heimdall was taken aback when he heard the name.

"What's the matter? Make you so cautious?" Heimdall asked.

Liz said: [I still remember the work report you once handed in. Have you ever pretended to be someone and met a mysterious person in England?The mysterious man seemed very interested at the time, and promised to give you the Dark Mark himself?That's what Professor Snape told us. ] Heimdall frowned and thought, countless fragments in his mind arranged neatly.

Ireland's Derek Kenny?

Ugly Kenny?

Another Kenny!

He was wearing a mask at the time, and just in case, under the mask, the young experts of the police force put on makeup, which can be said to be extremely ugly.

Could it be that just because he is too ugly, the big devil who manages everything every day just remembers it?

What the hell! ! !

four,

Dodoma's observation diary, the content is as follows——

The little master seems to have received a very headache job.

The little master didn't make it clear whether he would go or not, but the little master often whispered to his animal companions such as Toffee. From my observations, it can be seen that those who are drowsy by the high walls and the comfortable and uncontested life The animals have long been tired of this kind of life, and they are eager to show their talents.

In the end, the little master didn't choose the toffee with amazing ability, and he didn't choose the wizard's good partner, the king. Little Bread was excluded early on, and Olar had almost no attack ability... The little master chose Xiaoba, and the other animals were very disappointed.

After that, the mood of the masters improved a little, because Master Draco was able to walk around the ground.Everyone didn't tell Master Draco about the young master's travel plan. When the masters talked with Master Draco, they deliberately skipped content related to the big devil and his subordinates.

Master Draco was obsessed with his diploma.

Just now, the little master went out, the other masters did not stop, and Master Victor accompanied him.

The little master didn't go on a mission, the little master went to Azkaban Prison.