HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall is a busy shop assistant.

The wand shop seemed to have a slow business, but his hands and feet were weak from frequent work, and there was no reason for it. Even if the whole shop was well served one day, the next day he opened the door to greet him in a dusty, dilapidated warehouse.

He knew that the boss was a nostalgic person, but unexpectedly he had reached the point of "pervert".

Closer to home, Rigg is a busy sophomore.

He has three shops to attend to today, and yesterday afternoon he promised to take care of the business for Mrs. Anmeer, who had a sudden idea of ​​visiting; he would return to Ollivander at noon; nell.Her new boyfriend is an Irish wizard with a penchant for bad jokes.Neil's stand-in had been decided a week ago, and it was worth mentioning that she was having a fling with a Belgian wizard at the time.

13B Knockturn Lane

Bokin Burke's signboard is crooked at the entrance, and the name of the store is not clear due to the rust. If it weren't for the famous (notorious?) history of building the store and the variety of black magic products, such a shop that neglects "God" should have It was closed for rectification.

There are two co-owners of the store—Mr. Borgin and Karaktakus Bock.A pair of profit-seeking philistine businessmen.

Heimdall worked two shifts for Neil, and the resident owner he met happened to be Karaktakus Bock.Neil was amazed.Mr. Bork doesn't show up often, and unlike Bojin who is keen on digging Galleons from other people's pockets, he prefers to hide in a safe and reliable place and wipe the collection in the vault.

There is no doubt that he is a miser.

It just so happens that such a money-loving iron rooster actually favors Heimdall a lot. Although it hasn't reached the point of "a thousand gold buys a smile", his amiable smiling face is enough to make people overwhelmed and amazed.

"I don't know either, maybe it's because I sold the fake eight-eyed spider eggs." This was Heimdall's answer in order to get rid of Nell's nagging entanglement.He really didn't know why he was liked by others, and he still liked an "old Grandet".In fact, not only because the batch of fake spider eggs that have been backlogged for a long time was successfully fooled out by him, but also because Heimdall once said something that made Mr. Bork a confidant: In our business, we have to talk to people when we work. Talk, talk about myths when you see gods, talk about monsters when you see demons, talk nonsense when you see ghosts... don't speak when you see poor people.

Heimdall got in through the small side door familiarly because he had two experience of looking at the store, bypassing a pile of withered human hands like chicken feet and a large bag of poisonous candles with magnificent colors on the ground, and came to the entrance to the second door. Below the wooden stairs of the first floor.Take down the robe hanging from the armrest and put it on.This was specially prepared by Neil for him. It is said that Mr. Bork personally selected and paid for the olive green soft cloth.

Heimdall has no habit of wearing robes, he does not consider himself a wizard, and robes are not the only standard of dress in the wizarding world.Most of the costumes are actually similar to Muggle ones.Ollivander had never seen him take off the old woolen dress with threads coming out of the hem.Heimdall had seen the same type of poster on the entrance of a certain theater in Muggle London, it was a Victorian musical drama depicting luxury and money.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound, and the automatic shorthand quill placed on the low cabinet by the wall started to move, and the pen quickly recorded a long list of purchases on the parchment paper.

Wow, big fat chicken!

Heimdall tiptoed to the door opening leading to the front of the shop, and gently pulled the curtain that blocked the view——

Mr. Bork groveled and accompanied the smiling face. His flattering partner was wrapped in a black hooded cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly.

As soon as the black cloak walked out of the store, Bok immediately put on a contemptuous face and murmured, "Posting dignitaries..."

Heimdall made a face behind the curtain, and then walked out calmly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bock."

"You're late." When he said this to someone else, Bok must be deliberately picking on others, but when he was talking to his "confidant", the situation was completely different.

Heimdall jumped over like a monkey head and gave him a bright smile. "The boss made another big fortune today, congratulations, congratulations——"

Bock's old wrinkled face collapsed, and he curled his lips slowly, "Compared to the original collection of that prominent family, it's just a drop in the bucket." Caractacus Bock is a typical example of eating a bowl and thinking about the pot. , Before the things were sold, they were directly thinking of going to other people's homes.

Heimdall was calm and did not show the slightest emotional ups and downs due to his words. Bork also praised this point: "You will be an excellent Slytherin if you enter Hogwarts."

The latter sentence is the key.Heimdall made no secret that he was a Squib, well known to almost everyone in Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.But no one felt sorry for him, and no one sold him sympathy, and when someone who should be pitiful is not so pitiful, some realities are forgotten.

# # #

The ten-square-meter coffee shop is filled with the aroma of coffee and soothing jazz music from the phonograph. The two contributed to Heimdall's first visit two years ago, and now he is a loyal repeat customer.

The owner and only clerk here is a lean old man named Old Quoc.

"Muggles are really hard-hearted." Old Quoc sighed while scooping coffee beans on the electronic scale.

Because the owner refused to serve freshly brewed coffee to ten-year-olds, Heimdall had to drink ready-made milk.He asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"See that movie theater across the way?"

"I saw it."

"Did the kid at the door see it?"

"The one sitting by the curb wearing a big cloth bag?"

The old Quoke dropped the copper spoon with a bang, and said angrily, "They won't let him in, the poor kid can only wait outside for the movie to finish."

"You can ask him to come and have a seat."

Old Quoc glanced at him and said in a muffled voice, "I don't like dealing with Muggles."

It's a miracle the store didn't fail.

Old Quoc was a Muggle-hating but kind-hearted Squib.He poured a cup of Quoc's special milk smoothie into a takeaway cup and handed it under Heimdall's eyelids, "Take this for me."

The latter immediately refused to be outdone: "Half a catty of Yirgacheffe."

Old Quoc put on a serious face, and nodded reluctantly after a long while of confrontation.

Heimdall took the cup with a smile like a spring flower, and opened the door neatly and went out.

While wiping the base of the grinder carefully, Old Quoc was wondering about the situation across the street.

After a while, Heimdall came back with a strange expression, holding the cup in his right hand in the same posture as before going out.He put the cup on the table, opened his mouth to interrupt the old man's questioning, "I think you'd be happy to make a trip yourself."

Old Quoc waited in bewilderment for the next sentence.

"When I asked about his name, guess how he answered?" Heimdall raised an eyebrow suddenly, and paused for fear that the other party could not hear clearly, "He said his name was Harry Potter."

"...Oh, my Merlin!"

# # #

The wave of meeting the heroes of the wizarding world across the street had just come to an end. That evening, Heimdall met a strange guest at home.He was dressed similarly to Snow, with thick short light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a thin, straight and serious smile.His eyes are extremely aggressive, like a falcon eager to search and devour the target, which makes people's backs hairy.

For the first time ever, Snow, who returned earlier than the other two roommates, was sitting on a sofa with a gloomy expression.He briefly introduced the two: "This is Dalton, and this is Heimdall."

"I'm a colleague of Mr. Sturluson." Dalton's sharp eyes did not let go of Heimdall's every move, and he added unhurriedly, "I work in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters of the Ministry of Magic." His voice was deep, with a strange retroflex at the end of his words, and this strange drawl seemed to have a relaxing magic power.

The Ministry of Magic is acting like a god.What just happened in the afternoon, came to solve it two hours later?

Heimdall said straight to the point: "I will not tell the story of meeting Harry Potter."

Dalton snorted and laughed: "People's mouths are very fragile."

"Then please tell me, what is your company going to do? Write off memory? An oblivion spell? Or simply make an unbreakable oath?"

Snow's expression changed suddenly, he stood up quickly, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, and finally sat down again.

Dalton didn't seem to notice it, and said, "I heard that you often go to and from Muggle London?"

"...There are some things that you can't buy in the wizarding world."

"As a member of the Muggle Mediation Committee, I think it is necessary for me to remind you not to get in too much contact with the Muggle world, if you still want to live in peace here."

"Sir, I think I will be quiet all my life." Heimdall said flatly, "I was born without the prerequisites to make trouble."

# # #

Snow tucked the quilt for Heimdall, then left the room and went downstairs.When he saw his friend in front of the fireplace, who had changed from his previous cold image and was drinking eggnog leisurely, he said angrily, "When did Mr. Dalton become a member of the Muggle Mediation Committee?"

"It was decided before I entered the door." He raised his glass to him. "I thought at the time, I would decide whether I should serve on the Muggle Conciliation Committee or the Amnestic Cancellation Command after I saw people in person. It seems that I pretended to be The villain is quite talented, look at scaring that kid."

Yeah?Snow disagreed.Dalton didn't know Rigg, and the boy's daring would be a blast.

Dalton drank his drink in one gulp, put down his glass and got up and said, "I have to go back and report the situation."

"The Ministry doesn't know about this, does it?"

"They will never know." Dalton showed a smirk, and said mockingly: "Our minister never pays attention to the' corners and corners' that are not worthy of attention."

After pondering for a while, Snow said, "What was Professor Dumbledore's original plan?"

"Talk to the kid."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

Dalton showed his white teeth condescendingly, and said maliciously, "Your darling is a very interesting child. Maybe I will visit again in the near future... chat with him."

"You can go, Director Osam Dalton!"

Before leaving, Dalton tightened the doorknob in his hand and said, "I've never seen a ten-year-old kid who can use Occlumency so neatly. It's a pity to be a Muggle."

Snow narrowed his eyes dangerously, "You used Instinct on him? Damn it! How dare you—"

Dalton didn't flinch, stared into the other's eyes and said, "How long are you going to hide him? Until the dark magic items in Knockturn Alley cover his head?"

"I know..." Snow raked his unruly hair in frustration. "[Please let my son live a free and ordinary life] is his mother's last wish. I have been trying to prolong this 'ordinary' time as much as possible... Now it seems that it is coming to an end."