HP's Foreign Land

A black market full of people is not a good place to have a long conversation, and Sirius didn't want to wave goodbye without doing anything.

Before that, he had been hesitating about what method to use to get closer to this child. The encounter in a foreign country tonight made Mr. Black feel a little different.

This was the opportunity Merlin gave him, and Sirius felt that he had to give Merlin face.

After all, he was a good friend for many years. Remus Lupine quickly noticed that Sirius had a completely different attitude from before. Although he was a little puzzled by his sudden eagerness, Lupine was very happy to see that his friend finally decided to push forward and stagnate. The father-son relationship is no longer muddled.

After pondering for a while, Lupine turned his head and chatted with Victor, in order to leave space for the father and son to talk.

Under Lupine's deliberate drive, Victor and Heimdall were separated one after the other.

Victor spoke to Lupine without saying a word, and did not let this dispensable conversation fall into a cold spot at the beginning. He knew Lupine's intentions well, and the reason why he let him cooperate with all his strength was because Rieger was willing to Follow Blake's "whims".

So, two groups of four, one in front and one behind, started to circle around the night market.

It was still early, hours before dawn when the night market closed.There were suddenly more people in the market, maybe some wizards came here after work to take a stroll, and just went back to sleep after the walk, so as to relax their nerves and avoid jet lag.

The convenience of magic, the magic of convenience.

Sirius walked silently in the gradually crowded aisle, he was thinking about which topic was safer, and finally he decided to say something about the magic school, at least the boy in front of him had been at his alma mater for several months.

"How's Hogwarts?" Sirius tried to look natural, wizards coming and going would always embarrass him when he needed to make a good image, and Mr. Black staggered in the push and push.

Sirius turned his head angrily. In the dark environment, only bustling figures and dangling heads could be seen.

Sirius turned around with an ugly face, when Heimdall's answer came.

"Big and beautiful."

Sirius said proudly: "It is the most magnificent and magnificent magic school in the world."

Heimdall shrugged, "I heard so."

"...Durmstrang is also very handsome." Sirius muttered, sounding a bit reluctant.

Heimdall said with a smile: "You don't have to do this."

"I'm serious." Sirius said after thinking for a while. "When I was in Mumian Town, I looked at the dark castle on the top of the mountain every day. The spire of the castle seemed to be connected with the dark clouds in the sky. A single thunderstorm could knock out a big hole in the roof of the castle. I just thought about it when I had nothing to do. , At that time, I always felt that Durmstrang was not safe. The little monkey just kept talking about Durmstrang, and he only wanted to go to the German school."

"You guys are still in touch?" Heimdall asked in surprise. He didn't expect him to be quite loyal, and he didn't forget about others because of the passing of time.

"Of course, we've been communicating." Sirius said angrily. "That kid is just a piece of wood, no matter how you say it, he doesn't understand."

"Are you persuading him to go to Hogwarts to study?" The tuition fee for going to Hogwarts can be waived.

"Isn't Hogwarts bad? The best wizarding school in the world!" Sirius hated iron for steel. "What's so good about Durmstrang? You can't see the sun all year round, and it's winter all year round. The so-called fine weather is that there is no snow. A basin of water can be frozen into ice in three seconds. You say Say, what good is it?!"

And the most important thing he didn't mention is that Durmstrang publicly taught black magic, and it's really unbelievable that it can stand upright until now.

"Without sunshine, we rise to flames; without green, we are spotless; without rain, we drip into ice; without seasons, our seeds are ready to go under the frozen soil. Winter has come, how can spring be far away, howling West Wind, one day, it will awaken the sleeping earth."

After listening in a daze, Sirius asked in confusion, "What are you reading? Poetry?"

"Every student in our school will memorize the paragraph recorded on the title page of the student handbook," Heimdall said. "I admit that Hogwarts is a very good wizarding school, but please don't criticize Durmstrang in front of me. As a German student, I love it, even if it is in the eyes of the world I'm still proud of my alma mater despite how unbearable it is here."

Sirius' face was flushed red, and flames of embarrassment and anger quickly burst out from his eyes. Lupine, who had been silently watching the progress of their conversation, suddenly became anxious. Just as he was about to go up to clear the circle, Sirius' anger subsided first.

"I apologize." Sirius muttered.

Heimdall laughed, "I accept your apology."

Sirius was sullen, and after a while, he smiled as if waving away some unhappiness, and then the two continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

Lupine sighed, suddenly feeling at least five years older.

"He's such an old man, don't you plan to follow him all your life to clean up the mess?"

Lupine turned his head and saw Victor looking at him expressionlessly, and thinking of his words, he couldn't let go of it for a while.

Victor turned a blind eye to Lupine's embarrassment, and said directly, "Boys will grow into men one day, it's only a matter of time."

Lupine sighed and murmured, "Hope that day comes soon, we all need him, especially Harry..."

His unthinking, not Rigg, but Harry.

Apparently he or they had given up some hope that there might have been.

Victor raised the corners of his mouth in a secretive manner.

***

"How about the Triwizard Tournament?" Sirius said while squatting in front of the booth to pick and choose.

Heimdall stood by and watched him rummage through the shriveled hairy grass, "You are asking the wrong person, I am not a contestant."

"I mean the impression of the audience." Sirius picked out a handful from the haystack.

"Hogwarts is fun."

Sirius wondered, "I'm asking about the Triwizard Tournament."

"It's all fun." Heimdall simply treated them equally.

Sirius couldn't continue talking, and turned his head a little annoyed.

"What did Harry say?"

Sirius turned to stare at him.

"What's wrong?" Heimdall didn't understand.

Sirius relaxed his eyebrows, yes, what's the matter, he cleared his throat, "Harry said it was cool."

"I think Harry is cool. A 14-year-old player, he can be recorded in the history books." Heimdall held up a sagegrass and looked at it in front of his eyes.

Sirius nodded with a smile, seeming to agree with Heimdall's statement, "Yeah, it's very cool."

Then, inexplicably, there was nothing to say.

There was a silence for nearly 5 minutes, and the owner of the booth stared at Sirius with a troubled face, watching him pick and throw it back, and then continue to pick after throwing it back, and so on.

"Sir, if you don't buy it, please don't do it." The boss had to issue an order to evict the customer.

"I'll buy it." Sirius dropped this sentence and continued to pick and choose.

The boss had no choice but to stand by and wait patiently.

Heimdall stood up, turned to look for Victor, and saw him discussing something with Lupine at the opposite booth, Heimdall walked over curiously, and was bumped by someone on the way.

The man held his shoulders and apologized repeatedly, his English was as bad as before.

Heimdall said it was nothing, the man seemed to see who he had bumped into, raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "It's you."

Hearing the movement, Victor turned around, and the expression on his face was as cold as winter.

Lupine looked at Victor with a dark face, but didn't make a sound.

Sirius came with a small bag of balsam, picked and picked for more than half an hour, and the herbs he bought were not enough for one Galleon—the boss of balsam burst into tears behind him.

Sirius passed by Mr. Magic and Heimdall standing in the middle of the aisle, came to Lupin's side, and whispered, "Who is that guy who makes people feel uncomfortable when he laughs?"

Victor secretly nodded approvingly, maybe he and Sirius could have something in common.

Lupine stared at it for a while, then said hesitantly, "I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

"The newest Mister Magic in France." Victor said indifferently.

"Oh, the magazine Molly bought last time had his coloring page." After he said this, Lupine remembered.

"Mr. Magic? The French really like to joke." Sirius curled his lips disapprovingly. "All the French men are dead?"

Victor felt more and more pleasing to Mr. Black.

Lupine asked strangely: "Rig has a good relationship with him?" The atmosphere of the conversation seemed to be very harmonious, especially Mr. Magic, who was beaming.

"I just met today." Victor sighed.

Lupine and Sirius looked at each other.

Sirius said hesitantly, "You should stop him, and don't let him have too much contact with people who don't know the details and don't know why. What if that person is upset and kind?"

The corner of Victor's mouth twitched, "...Rig is his admirer." He didn't even want to say Mr. Magic's name.

Sirius was stunned for a moment, and managed to regain his strength: "C-worshiper? Who? Just the so-called Mister Magic?"

Victor nodded.

Seeing his lifeless look, Sirius and Lupine believed him.

They looked at each other again, and they both felt the irony from each other.

Lupine stared at the two people in front of him in a blink of an eye, with a look of bewilderment on his face. He probably didn't see any personal characteristics that could be admired.

"That child's taste is really peculiar..." Sirius thought for a long time, and came to such a conclusion.

"His taste is bad!" Master Krum was decisive, and he quickly recalled it, and immediately added, "Except for falling in love with me."

Sirius and Lupine were both frustrated by the master's brazen words and bowed down.

***

The conversation between the two seemed to come to an end. Heimdall walked towards the three of them, and Mr. Magic followed him two steps away. He didn't know it, but because of his approach, the three men regretfully stopped commenting on him. .

Mr. Magic had a decent smile on his face, but Sirius still felt that he was being hypocritical; Victor had an inscrutable look; A comparison, I feel that in terms of visual effects alone, the two are equally different, and each has its own merits.

"Dear" Gilderoy is more handsome, and "Dear" Mister Magic is superior in temperament.

"Mr. Beru will act with us." Heimdall announced with a smile, the brilliance on his face no longer appeared, and the unconcealable excitement in his eyes no longer appeared.

Seeing Rieg like this more often, Victor no longer had the schadenfreude.

Damn Mr. Magic!

Heimdall didn't rush to cater to the idol, he chose to hold Victor's hand and walk side by side.

The Mister Magic disrupted the walking pattern as soon as he appeared on the stage, and Sirius curled his lips in displeasure.

The atmosphere froze for a while.

Mr. Magic first talked to Lupine, who seemed the most friendly among the few people. Lupine pretended not to understand his broken English, and always looked blank.

In desperation, Mister Magic shifted the conversation to Sirius. Sirius knew French, but he always misheard on purpose.

Mister Magic seemed to have sensed something, and against Victor's unfriendly gaze, he whispered in Heimdall's ear.

Heimdall was a little surprised at first, but Mr. Magic continued his efforts. Heimdall finally nodded, turned to Sirius and Lupine and said, "We are going to the stall selling dragon's blood, you two?"

"Together." Sirius said without hesitation.

Lupine spread his hands and said it didn't matter.

Mr. Magic smiled inexplicably.

×××

Although the number of stalls selling dragon blood was the smallest in the entire market category, Heimdall had been mentally prepared before, but when he found a row of more than a dozen stalls displaying dragon blood samples at the same time, Heimdall was still overwhelmed by the abundance of goods. Surprised.

Thinking of the so-called dragon's blood that Wick had read more about just now, Heimdall immediately realized that there might not be a minority of fakers.

"What do you need?" When Heimdall passed a booth, the young female boss greeted him enthusiastically.

"I want to see a sample of dragon blood."

The female boss was overjoyed when she heard this, and was about to speak when she glanced at Mr. Magic standing aside from the corner of her eye. After looking carefully, her expression changed slightly, and she silently took out a bottle of samples.

Heimdall took it, and shook the bottle at the light source on the booth, Sirius leaned over curiously.

"Is this dragon blood?"

Heimdall shook his head and returned the bottle to the female boss, "Thank you."

The female boss seemed to be relieved, she laughed dryly, and said nothing more.

After passing through several stalls, the bosses were all happy and silent, and the rapid change of attitude was astonishing.

When they came to the ninth booth, the boss who had been sitting on the chair with his legs crossed suddenly jumped up, with a smile on his face, and said loudly, "What do you need?"

"Please show me the dragon's blood sample."

The boss took out the vial placed in a conspicuous place and handed it to Heimdall. Heimdall glanced at him and took the sample.

I took a picture of the color of the liquid in the bottle against the light source, and passed it to Victor after reading it, and Victor also studied it carefully for a while.

Lupine and Sirius muttered, seemingly arguing about their views on dragon's blood.

Victor returned the bottle to the boss and met Heimdall's eyes.

Heimdall saw hesitation in his eyes, and was not surprised by his keen observation skills.

"Make an offer, boss." Heimdall said calmly.

The boss made a thousand and one gestures.

Heimdall turned his head and looked around without any warning. The bosses of the nearby stalls were caught off guard and turned their eyes away in embarrassment. The complicated expressions on the faces of those bosses who caught Heimdall's gaze before they could turn a blink of an eye can be seen at a glance. --envy, jealousy, hate.

The boss who made the offer looked at Heimdall eagerly.

Heimdall slowly looked away and smiled briefly.

The boss's heart skipped a beat.

Heimdall said to Mr. Magic, who seemed to stay out of the matter and said nothing, "How much rebate can you get for the price of one thousand and one?"

After all, Mr. Magic is a public figure who has seen the world. When Heimdall asked him such an abrupt question, he didn't even blink his eyes. He shook his head calmly and calmly, expressing that he didn't understand what Heimdall was talking about.

Heimdall raised an eyebrow, "Do I look like I've been taken advantage of?"

Mister Magic blinked his eyes in confusion.

Heimdall shook his head regretfully, and made a gesture to go to another booth.

The boss who made the price couldn't stand anymore, and hurriedly said, "Other stalls won't sell your dragon's blood..."

A ruthless look flashed across Mr. Magic's face, and the boss was shocked, knowing that he had ventured in, and hid in the booth silently.

Heimdall had already returned to the first booth where he asked, and the female boss shook her head in embarrassment, "...I have other animal blood here, why don't you look at others?!"

Heimdall shrugged and continued to ask questions, but got the same answer.

Mister Magic watched all this with leisure, until Heimdall came back with nothing, and he hooked the corner of his mouth, "How?"

Heimdall turned a blind eye and said directly to Victor: "Let's go somewhere else."

"Only this area sells real dragon blood." Mr. Magic's English suddenly became correct.

The little favor Heimdall had for him in his heart disappeared with this confident words, and he was so confident in bullying others.

"Please set a price. Don't fool me with one thousand and one. This is a black market, not an international potion raw material trading market." Heimdall said straight to the point.

"one thousand."

Heimdall opened his mouth and cut in half, "Five hundred."

Mr. Magic hesitated, "...Nine hundred and nine."

Heimdall said unambiguously, "Five hundred and one."

No matter how good the skin is, it can't match the brilliance of Jin Jialong.

Mr. Magic couldn't hold back his calm smile, "Nine hundred and eight..."

Heimdall continued at his own pace.

In the end, they traded at 770 seven.

The boss behind Mr. Magic hugged his head and cried.

Mr. Magic was unmoved, smiling all over his face.

Once the mentality changes, the judgment will also undergo earth-shaking changes. Heimdall now feels that his smile really makes the hairs on his body stand on end.

After discussing the transaction method, Mister Magic stopped Heimdall who turned around and left, "How did you see that just now?"

Dare to feel that this self-awareness is too much, thinking that all the arrangements are seamless, and that his acting skills are flawless?

Heimdall had a vicissitudes of life on his face, "When I was in Diagon Alley, England, I helped the owner of the grocery store to sell cheap crucibles, you didn't know where to moisten them."

Mister Magic choked, and after a while, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"What's your name?"

Heimdall was speechless. This person's supercilious personality was too strong. He had clearly introduced himself just now.

Victor grabbed Heimdall's shoulders, turned a blind eye to Mr. Magic, turned around and left with Heimdall - Heimdall just used this to avoid introducing himself, and logically left Mr. Magic behind.

Sirius and Lupine, who had been serving as the background, followed suit.

Mr. Magic stared at the backs of several people for a while, and then said indifferently to the frightened boss: "I'm going back."

The boss immediately said respectfully: "Yes, you go."

Before leaving, Mr. Magic explained, "Don't break this business."

On the other side, Heimdall asked Victor, "When is the next Mr. Magic selection?" The lessons learned told him that he can no longer judge people by their appearance.

The mood that the master had just felt comfortable not long ago began to look unbeautiful again.

×××

When they came to the entrance, Sirius and Lupine unanimously took out their pocket watches, and then unanimously decided to leave.

"Rig, can I write to you?" Sirius said.

"Of course." Heimdall provided him with two mailing addresses to De School and Mumian Ancient Town.

"After this school year is over, can you come to my house for summer vacation? We can go to Greece for vacation." Sirius offered the invitation.

Only about himself and no one else was mentioned.

Heimdall hesitated, "I'll talk to my dad later, and I'll give you an answer later, do you think it's okay?"

Sirius was a little disappointed that he didn't get an affirmative answer, but he didn't say anything, nodded in understanding, and left with Lupine.

While waiting, Heimdall took out a small packet of berries that came with the elf and fed it to the elf. He and Victor teased the green elf Denby for a while. After 15 minutes, Leon The figure appeared in front of him.

×××

They go back to the boat.

As soon as Heimdall walked into the bedroom, he lay in front of the fireplace, biting his old clothes and tossing them around. Bread, who was playing with himself, raised his head vigilantly. When he found out that it was Heimdall and Victor who entered the door, Hastily throwing away his clothes, he stumbled towards the door.

The half-month-old Little Bread's legs and feet were a little weak, and he squatted on one buttock after a few pounces, and squatted several times along the way. Heimdall and Victor were amused by the small squatting and squatting.

Victor quickly stepped forward to hug the fluffy "little mouse", and Little Bread called out shortly to show his intimacy - Victor was feeding it these days, and he already regarded Master Krum as his mother.

Heimdall gently rubbed the little head of Little Bun with his fingers. Little Bun felt comfortable, like yawning, and turned his head when he said ahhh at the last time, his mouth grew too big, Heimdall secretly yelled Well, it's a pity that the movement of closing his hand was not as quick as Xiao Bian's closing his mouth, and his fingers were once again contained in Xiao Bian's mouth.

Different from the past, the tactile sensation followed, and Heimdalton said pleasantly: "It has started to grow teeth!"