HP's Foreign Land

"Three months?" Mr. Bork screamed loudly, staring at Heimdall with his cloudy eyes, and the latter nodded mechanically.He has been repeating this action ever since.

Bock drooped his head, and the delicious broth suddenly became bland.Glumly, he pushed away the silver bowl engraved on the wall with the famous proverb "Where is your treasure, there is your heart", "Knockturn Alley would be no fun without you..."

Heimdall pursed his lips and said: "The dragon eggs ordered from the smuggler three months ago will arrive this afternoon. These things are enough for you and Mr. Bojin to work for a long time, and then you can sleep with your head on Jin Gallon." Do you still have time to think about me?"

Mr Bork was not in the least offended that Heimdall's blunt manner of speaking was the result of his connivance.To be honest, he quite liked the kid talking to him like this.I've been cheating all my life, and it's not bad to hear bad words once in a while.But the thought of the damned Nordic bastard sending away such a lovely Rig for three months made Mr. Bork very angry.

"Why did he let you go? Isn't there still Neil?"

"It's almost time for the Quidditch World Cup to be held. This time, almost all members of the Department of Magical Sports in the UK have been mobilized. It is said that the Ministry has issued a military order and strictly ordered them to win the championship trophy. Will they come back after three months? It's still unknown. And Nier is currently at the peak of her 'estrus period' and often sleeps out at night, so Snow is not at ease relying on her alone."

"Troublesome Fudge—" Mr. Bork snorted disdainfully.

Heimdall found that the current Minister of Magic seems to be very unpopular, whether it is an upright magician or a black-hearted antique dealer.

"I'll write to you." He looked like a good baby, promising with twinkling eyes.

letter?Mr. Bork was stunned for a while, and then nodded frequently with a smile on his face, "Okay, okay, I will definitely reply, and you can't refuse to write when the time comes." Then he gently scratched his tender skin with his fingers little face.

Heimdall solemnly pledged Merlin's head.

Mr. Bork's mood improved, and he lowered his head to drink the already cooled broth.

According to gossip-monger Neil, Mr. Bock had an unsatisfactory marriage in which his wife ran off with a wealthy Norwegian wizard after giving birth to her frail son.Bock, who was not well-to-do, was unaccompanied. In order to treat his son's gray hair, he spent all his money. Unfortunately, the boy died of severe lymphatic fungal infection in St. Mungo's when he was three years old.After that, Mr. Bork, who was all alone, got into the money hole and couldn't get it out again, completely turning into the old Grandet who was always penny-pinching.

This may be the brand-new value that Karaktakus Bok, who lost his son in middle age, suddenly realized after experiencing the storm of life-only money will not depart from him.

No wonder he hated the Nordics and compared them to poisonous vixens.

"It seems that I need to go to the [Yila Owl Shop] in Diagon Alley." Heimdall bit the wooden spoon and said, "Which species do you think is better?" There is a saying in the magic world, from a messenger The characteristics of the owner who feeds it can be seen on its body, and even its personality and appearance can reveal a thing or two.

The penniless old Grandet jumped up suddenly: "You don't need to spend that money, I'll get you one from the shop."

Heimdall was extremely surprised. When did Borgin Bock switch to the "licensed" route?

After closing the door, discreetly flipping the sign over to the 'rest' side, they entered the back of the shop.Stopping at the seventh step along the stairs, Bok chanted a spell against the white wall on the right, and a circular arched doorway suddenly opened in the wall.He took out two bottles of antidote, drank one by himself, stared at Heimdall and drank the other, and the two entered one after the other.Afterwards, the doorway closed automatically and disappeared without a trace.

Inside the wall, colorful candles suddenly lit up, like two rows of colorful neon lights ignited one by one and extended to the end of the passage.The candles hanging on the wall are all poisonous. The moment they are automatically ignited, they begin to volatilize the poison, killing people silently.

The two shopkeepers did a lot of homework for the safety of the goods in the store.These poisonous multicolored candles that release the light of the stars are the work of Mr. Borgin.In order to buy this batch of [Spark], which is ten times more toxic than ordinary poisonous candles, he personally went to a Mexican black magic family who had experience in making poisons.It cost him nearly [-] Galleons.

At the end of that year, the book income of Bojin Boke store was [-] million Galleons, which did not include the income under the book.

As for what Mr. Bork did, it was the thing behind the narrow door at the end—a huge chimera.

Of course it's Xibei.

Chimera beasts are hard to come by, and its eggs are classified as Class A banned goods by the Department of Magical Creatures Regulation and Control, and are rarer than dragon eggs, which are also Class A banned goods.Mr. Bork has searched all over Greece and the whole world for the eggs of this animal, but has returned without success.By some chance coincidence, he got an almost fake one from a wandering wizard.Although they are no more vicious, dangerous and bloodthirsty than the real Chimeras, the fake ones are easier to tame and more obedient.It can be ferocious when necessary, if the wizard who feeds it orders it to do so.

As soon as the door was opened, only a pair of eyes as bright as jewels could be seen in the pitch-black space.With a chirping sound, the torches on the wall were lit, and the jewel eyes dragged their huge bodies and rushed towards them, begging for mercy around Bock and Heimdall. There was no trace of ferocity in their docile eyes, and the chubby white fluffy body resembled a Only extra-large domesticated poodles.

"Go away!" Bok had always been impatient with it, and every time he saw its pet habits, he would be annoyed.

Nan Nan (the name of the fake Kemera) whimpered, and retreated pitifully into the corner with her tail between her legs.

"Leave it alone, just get some rabbit meat to coax it later." Bock may not like to see "pet dogs", but the long-term affection for raising them still exists.

Bork took out his wand and waved it lightly, the huge wooden box blocked in front of him flew out, followed by a nest of dead mice, a broken top hat full of mud, a cauldron, a household broom... and finally The color of the ground was exposed, and all kinds of sundries were floating above the room.

"My little boy, just come out..." He muttered to himself and took out a square cardboard box, about the size of an ordinary shoe box.

Seeing this, Heimdall asked stupidly, "Do you like to hide owls in boxes?"

Bock laughed, "Yes, dear, this is the 'owl' I'm going to give you." Then he opened the lid.

A dark winged animal the size of a human palm, looking...well, not really pretty.

It's far worse than an owl.

Heimdall maintained his composure and carefully worded, "Is this some kind of owl that I don't understand yet, a new species?"

Bock glanced at him, raised his white eyebrows, "Of course it's not an owl."

Thanks Merlin!

"What is this?"

"There are many names. According to historical records, it is Queen's Falcon (gǔ), and ordinary wizards call it Night Demon, Day Bat, Flying Yaksha, etc..."

Doesn't sound like much. "Can it be bred? Does it need to be registered with the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures?"

"Registration?" Bock let out a series of contemptuous snorts. He always sneered at the Ministry of Magic's emphasis on "making animals more disciplined than Muggles". "No. This thing is listed as an extinct animal in textbooks, and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures never issues breeding licenses for animals that don't exist."

That is to say, you can take advantage of the loopholes? !Heimdall immediately became interested when he heard that, but he still asked cautiously and calmly, "Isn't it a black magic creature?"

"Are thestrals dark magic creatures?"

"Thestrals are a type of Pegasus."

"That's right, but wizards are still afraid of it, and even made up a lot of illogical and absurd rumors."

"That's because thestrals are invisible to ordinary people."

"Because you can't see it, you just use words to slander an irrelevant life that poses no threat to you?"

Heimdall suddenly discovered that Karaktakus Bork was not as shallow and ignorant as people described, he was extremely wise, but he used them in other places.

Looking down at the Queen Falcon crouching quietly in the box, he touched the little thing with his fingers and found it was very warm.The little guy rubbed his fingers docilely with his little head, and the soft and delicate touch doubled his affection.It was decided at the moment to make it bigger.

Bock stood aside silently, not surprised that Queen Falcon took the initiative to get close.He didn't tell Heimdall that the creature became extinct because of a mass murder in the eighteenth century.The queen falcon is not aggressive at all, and is almost unbelievably gentle-even if its wings are chopped off with a knife, it will not fight back.

Legends about the Queen's Falcon appeared in European Muggle literature before the Middle Ages, and its original name is no longer available.Queen Falcon is the messenger of God, sent to enlighten Lilith, Queen of the Night who resolutely left the Garden of Eden and fell to hell.The messenger persuaded Lilith non-stop, hoping to influence her to throw away the evil and return to heaven.Lilith was unmoved.Even if the lake of fire and brimstone in hell burned its pearl-colored beautiful feathers, and its face was tortured beyond recognition by evil spells, it still insisted on its duties unwaveringly until its body could no longer bear the burden and was reduced to ashes.

The queen falcon is a loyal companion who will dedicate her life to her master.A house-elf is as loyal as a house-elf.

"What does it eat?"

Bock showed a tangled expression.

Seeing this, Heimdall immediately made adequate mental preparations, "Pork? Beef? Lamb? Rabbit...or dragon meat? It can't be human flesh, right?"

"According to historical records, it can be fed with tomatoes stuffed with bag spiders."

"……Gone?"

Mr. Bock continued to struggle, "You can also get some Bibi multi-flavored beans for it."

Heimdall was quiet for a while, and then said: "You just feed it with these things?" Suddenly remembered that the box was still under the sundries just now...

"I didn't feed it."

"...how long has it been in the store?"

"It's been about half a year. I think it's troublesome, because whoever feeds it the first bite is its owner. The queen falcon larva will not die if it doesn't eat. Once it starts feeding, it can't stop and it will grow up quickly. The body can reach a maximum length of 43 inches (about 110 centimeters) with a wingspan of 126 inches (about 320 centimeters)."

so big? !But if you think about it carefully, it seems to be nothing. The giant panda is only two or two weights when it is born.

In order not to grow hungry, it took more than half a year.Poor little guy.Heimdall thought with emotion.

Mr. Bock said: "Give it a name, and with a name it will officially become your messenger pet."

Heimdall had already thought about this issue, and he decided to call this little guy, "Olar."

Bok thought the name was good, but after hearing his report so smoothly, he asked curiously, "Is there any meaning?"

"With my name, of course it should be called Olar."

PS: Heimdall is the patron saint of the gods in Norse mythology.According to mythological records, Heimdall has a mouth full of gold teeth, and his eyes are sharp and far-sighted. He can see all directions, and he can see three hundred miles away no matter day or night, and he can also hear all directions. Voice.

He has an Olar horn.