HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall doesn't think he has a fear of heights. Although he hasn't passed the test of any authoritative organization, Animagus will turn the wizard into the most suitable animal for him. If he is afraid of heights, he won't be a white falcon.

The only thing that was certain was that he had never had a good impression of the whirling feeling caused by magic, especially the top-heavy feeling that could not be shaken off after landing through the Portkey, which was really unbearable.

So he wanted to throw up, even though the physical side effects were so inopportune in the circumstances.

His uncle!Who set up the door key? It's not level at all!Today's Heimdall seems to have no memory of manners at all.

"Are you okay?" Harry helped him up.

"What the hell kind of place is this?" Heimdall took a deep breath, forcibly pulling himself together, holding his wand in one hand, pulling Harry with the other, and carefully swept around.

The untidy and solemn cemetery, the upside-down cross decorations inserted in the soil, gave off a ghostly atmosphere in the dark night, the bleak little trees, the dry branches, and the rows of illegible words crooked, high and low. tombstone.Looking out, there is a house with a vague outline on the hillside not far away.

"This is definitely not Hogwarts."

"I can see it." Harry also felt chills at the horror and gloom here.

Heimdall said to Harry: "I have a bad feeling about this place, I'd better get out of here..."

"You can't go anywhere." A deep voice came, and Heimdall and Harry couldn't help shivering. This kind of gloomy voice that makes people fall into an ice cellar is not what humans should make.

Harry suddenly let out a heart-piercing cry, his body fell forward and bent due to the great pain, his legs seemed to have lost the last bit of support, Harry fell to his knees on the ground, unable to hear Heimdall's anxious call at all , his eyes were blurred, he couldn't see anything clearly, and even his ability to think was rapidly losing.

"Kill that white-haired boy." The ghostly voice sounded again.

The pupils of Heimdall, who was holding Harry's shoulders, shrank suddenly, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged. At that moment, his hands and feet were numb, and his mind went blank.

"No!" Someone exclaimed, the voice mixed with unconcealable fear.

This call not only slowed down the thoughtless action of the executioner hiding in the darkness, but also awakened Heimdall.

The evil spirits in the darkness watched helplessly as the boy turned into a white falcon and soared into the sky, leaving them unable to reach them on the ground looking up at the flexible and changeable white shadow and gnashing their teeth.

Phantom figures in black cloaks rushed towards the place where Heimdall was standing just now, and one of them ignored Harry's struggle and gently lifted him off the ground.When Harry saw the iconic outfits of these people, he somewhat guessed their identities—Death Eaters. At the same time, he also figured out that he might be doomed. Harry, whose eyes were darkened and his hands and feet were so weak, gradually subsided. There was a tinge of relief that at least Rigg escaped, and Sirius would be glad his son was safe...

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However, Harry's luck was a bit early. It was true that Heimdall escaped from the siege, but he didn't escape. He was still wandering around this dark and ghostly cemetery, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

Pressed under a half-collapsed brick wall with black metal railings beside the cemetery, in front of him were clumps of dead branches and rotten leaves. Heimdall found that the terrain he had chosen was good. This seemed to be an entrance. Batch after batch of men in black robes who covered their facial features with thick cloak hats hurried past.

He had read similar reports before, and had a brief confrontation with a similarly dressed person at the Quidditch World Cup. In England, the only people who behaved so wickedly were those Death Eaters.

Thinking of this, he became more and more restless. These people must be targeting Harry. It can be said that this inexplicable trip to the Portkey was arranged for Harry.

I'm just a passer-by who was attached, and it's the kind with a blackened seal!

Chief Sturluson is in a very unhappy mood right now.

No matter what, he must seize the time to rush in and have a look. If he wants to see someone, even if he is dead...he wants to see Harry's body with his own eyes.

In fact, Heimdall had an idea just now. What he needs now is psychological construction, and to consolidate his theoretical knowledge. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he successfully seduced a passing Death Eater. The most wonderful thing is This person was alone, and he had waited for a long time, so long that he was about to give up. He didn't know whether the next time he would have a good opportunity from God, he knew that he couldn't wait any longer without doing anything.

Through the cracks in the dead branches, he saw the Death Eater approaching hesitantly but not cautiously.

Heimdall praises the gods for the man's "understanding," and everything he can think of is on the long list of thanks.

I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't do it on purpose... Seeing the man approaching step by step, he kept muttering to himself.

Because I did it on purpose!

Heimdall stood up abruptly, took advantage of the moment when the Death Eater was stunned, and waved his wand resolutely, "Out of body!"

After casting the spell, he flinched back again.Because there's another Death Eater coming.

In fact, Heimdall is not sure whether the magic works. Yes, what he just used is the "Imperius Curse" that is enough for him to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban.He has never used the Imperius Curse before, but only understands the theory, and it is the first time he has ever used it.

This magic can't be practiced if you want to, because it is unlikely that there will be a practice object who is willing to dedicate himself to this magic.

Heimdall squatted on the spot nervously, clenched his teeth and desperately resisted the urge to run away screaming - only Merlin knew that his hands were shaking and his calves were shaking.He held his breath and looked at the Death Eater who had turned into a wax figure since he was struck by the Imperius Curse. His tense nerves became alive with the passage of time, gradually confirming his confidence in success.

The Death Eaters who came after saw this "colleague" standing abruptly and motionless in front of a collapsed wall of nothing, and they did not move.Curiosity is an addiction that human beings can never quit. The more it is unsatisfied, it will expand more and more until it breaks through the original carrier capacity and gushes out.So curiosity is a double-edged sword, and it is very likely to hurt yourself in an unclear situation.

One of them and the other Death Eaters made a gesture that they only understood, and they came out of the group and came over.

The Death Eaters seemed to be being chased by something, and they didn't dare to stay any longer. The rest of them all ran towards the graveyard.

God helps me too!

"Knock him out." Heimdall ordered decisively.

The "colleague" who turned against him was knocked unconscious by magic before he could figure out what was going on with the strange voice that came out suddenly. Just in case, Heimdall made up again to ensure that he Won't wake up right away.

"Good job." Heimdall gave a thumbs up and praised the wizard who "turned from darkness to light", and then realized that it was unnecessary. He is now delirious, and even if he is sober, he may not be happy to be praised by himself.

In order not to be eye-catching, Heimdall asked the Death Eater to squat down and hide, and asked him to take off the mask by the way, making sure that he had never seen this person before, Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief for no reason.

The cry that saved his life just now is very familiar in retrospect, so familiar that it frightens him, and he can't wait to rush in to find out what's going on now.

With an accomplice, it seems that he is not fighting alone, but the problem remains, how can he get in without being intercepted halfway?

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In the cemetery.

The reborn Voldemort was content to enjoy the exciting moment of 13 years of farewell, condescendingly looking at the servants kneeling before his feet—his dear family, his followers, his death eaters only.

His plan succeeded, using Harry's blood to get a new life, Voldemort faced the tombstone of his hated Muggle father and the fragile and vulnerable hero Harry Potter in the dilapidated cemetery. The smile is an expression of true feelings from the heart, making his snake-like ugly face even more unsightly.

There are a few minor problems he needs to fix before he can finish off his nemesis, Harry Potter, and get the fishbone stuck in his throat.

Punishing a few followers who were slightly deviant in behavior, admiring the painful appearance of them writhing at his feet, and gaining the satisfaction brought by powerful power in the heart-piercing screams, Voldemort thought he should behave Be broad-minded.The old lunatic had grace, and so did the Dark Lord.

"I can forgive you." Voldemort said softly.

These few Death Eaters didn't dare to waste time cheering for their escape, and crawled to his feet in embarrassment, shouting his magnanimity and repentance of their sins, and vowed to change their past mistakes and follow their master wholeheartedly— — decent?dignity?What it is?

Time can prove that Voldemort 13 years later can still easily make wizards bow to him because of boundless fear.

The Dark Lord is very happy.

"Lucius..." Voldemort recited a string of characters playfully, and one of the Death Eaters with low eyebrows stepped forward.

Harry, who was tied to Voldemort's father's tombstone, was shocked. He hadn't heard the rumor that Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater. Ron would always curse after the conflict with Draco Malfoy Vent with similar words.

But that was all speculation, a way of catharsis, and groundless. Harry thought of Heimdall who escaped just now, did Rigg know?

"Master." Lucius lifted his cloak and bowed respectfully to show his unwavering submission.He didn't squint at Harry, who was staring at him in shock, as if it were a new tombstone, an insignificant dead man.

Voldemort, who had been murderous since just now, was very satisfied with his posture, and the unhappiness in his heart disappeared a little bit, and he enjoyed the worship of the believers for a while.

"Lucius, my old friend, I heard that you have been doing well these years." Although some of the unhappiness disappeared, but only some, Voldemort's "kindness" made Lucius break out in a cold sweat.

Everyone can say compliments, but it's rare to see the compliments perfectly, and Mr. Malfoy is one of the best.

Voldemort quietly listened to Lucius' beautiful words. He never stopped others from flattering him. Lucius' "sweet words" were always able to please him, but this time he suddenly said, "" Who is that white-haired boy? An illegitimate child?"

Malfoy's hair color is impressive. (PS: Rigg's hair is very light blonde, a little darker than Malfoy's. Calling him a white-haired boy directly has a disrespectful meaning, or a kind of contempt, so I don't object to everyone Said that Voldemort here is colorblind XD)

It can be said that Voldemort is unbearable for all the results of going against his will. Lucius' untimely stop will undoubtedly make the situation worse. People who should die are still alive. Voldemort hates being violated, just like Harry Potter , oh no, Harry Potter will no longer apply this metaphor.

Thinking of this, Voldemort became happy again.

The back of Lucius, who had always kept his voice low and turned his face to the ground, was already drenched. Fortunately, Mr. Malfoy had already mastered his superficial skills, and the Death Eaters' emphasis on his humble ant-like tradition helped him instead—don't keep your eyes on that A face that makes people have nightmares-it doesn't take much to make people collapse.

Although he was not sure whether the moody Voldemort needed his own answer, Lucius still chose to be the believer who answered all questions, "Please forgive the master, that is my nephew, my dear nephew."

"What do you want to say? Grace? By the way, I seem to have forgotten to thank you. If it weren't for your assistance, I wouldn't be where I am today. Thank you very much, Mr. Malfoy." Voldemort suddenly smiled.

"No, dare not, dare not, please believe me, I didn't mean that..." Lucius' throat tightened.

The snake that was always wrapped around Harry made hissing sounds, and Voldemort let out an "Ah", and his frightening red eyes gleamed with excitement, "By the way, how could I neglect our most important guest." He decided not to pay attention to Lucius who made him unhappy for a while, because from now on he would concentrate on appreciating the other person's fear.

Voldemort waved his hands impatiently, and two of the Death Eaters came out, and they led Lucius away.

The Dark Lord was about to share his joy with his disciples—the meeting, humiliation, torture, and strangulation that he had dreamed of for 13 years, and Lucius was not allowed to participate as punishment.

If Lucius was still the same Lucius back then, he might be annoyed, frustrated, and would try his best to redeem his sins, hoping that his master would change his mind.

However, now that he didn't have to face Voldemort for the time being, Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, and then worried about his future fate.He cannot die, at least now is not the time to say goodbye to this world.He has never regretted his decision as much as today. Out of deep-rooted fear that cannot be shaken, he did not listen to his wife and the security personnel of the Puffong Rong Company to stop him.Thinking of his anxious wife waiting for him at home, and his unsuspecting son in school, Lucius' mood became heavier and heavier with the sound of his footsteps.

You should revise your will before you come here... Lucius laughed at himself.

"Why—" the voice stopped abruptly, and the Death Eater walking on his left suddenly fell down.

The one walking on his right pulled out his wand in a panic, and before he could yell to attract the attention of the Dark Lord and Death Eaters in the graveyard, he also fell to the ground with a thud.

Lucius pulled out his wand from his cane, and looked at the man in Death Eater costume standing in front of a broken wall with a wary face—the reason why he didn't attack was also because he didn't attack himself, which surprised him A scene happened: a light-colored brain carefully stretched out from behind a pile of dead branches and leaves, like a nervous rabbit on a hillside, looking around and waving at him.