HP's Foreign Land

"Where is this? I feel as if I've been here before..." Harry lowered his voice under the malicious eyes of the people around him.

"Knockturn Alley." Heimdall, who seemed oblivious to it, led him around a corner, and the wizard who was sneaking behind them stopped at the fork.

Knockturn Alley is not long, and it won't be as dizzying as those lovely stairs at Hogwarts - Heimdall misses those stairs so much at this moment, and [-] million empty steps are better than tonight's encounter - —But for a wizard who walked into Knockturn Alley for the first time, it was long and narrow, and it seemed that even the air was full of malice.

The roads here are criss-crossed, the houses here are intertwined, the high and low stairs go up and down, the cold high walls suppress the passages of different widths, and the light and shadow from the large and small windows are intermittent above the head, as if wandering Between yin and yang.This place is synonymous with hell, and a clean wizard should draw a clear line from "hell".

Harry looked back vigilantly, and found that those people hadn't followed. When he turned his head back, his breath suddenly stopped, and there seemed to be countless shadowy shadows rushing towards them in the darkness ahead, just like the Death Eaters at that time...

Harry stood still.

"Manny, I don't like this way of greeting." Heimdall didn't force Harry, but stood in front of Harry, blocking those ambiguous and gloomy gazes by the way.

"I knew I couldn't scare you." Someone laughed in the dark, and the terrifying ghost disappeared with the wind amidst the laughter. Not long after, a witch with heavy make-up came into the light and entered the sight of the two.

Her wizard robe is very worn out, which forms a strong visual contrast with the delicate makeup on her face. There are strange patterns depicted on her robe, and the skin on her hands is pale and blue, as if frozen. A slender lady's tobacco rod, and a small smoke pot with green smoke floating.

When she came in front of him, Harry couldn't help taking a step back.

The witch gave him a charming and ecstatic smile, releasing undisguised sarcasm.

Harry swallowed his throat, feeling his cheeks a little hot, and he didn't want to, he was just out of instinct to protect his own safety...

"Your taste has deteriorated. He is not as good as that Quidditch player. At least the one in front looks very exciting. This one is like fried chicken, full of fluffy flour." A witch named Manny Taking a puff of smoke, he raised his eyebrows and glanced back and forth at the two of them, his slender eyebrows furrowed slightly. "I seem to have seen your new fried chicken lover somewhere..."

"He's not my new love." Heimdall held the fried chicken, oh no, held Harry's hand, and told him to be calm. "Manny, I don't have time to chat with you right now." All the expressions on his face disappeared at this point. "Manny, you haven't seen me today, nor yesterday, nor tomorrow, in fact, you haven't seen me for a long time, okay?"

Manny tilted her head lazily, causing the man's bewildered eyes to burst into a sharp light, and Heimdall, who was facing her, almost couldn't help but back away.

This woman is indeed one of the top snakes in Knockturn Alley, and she is absolutely unambiguous when she should be sharp.Heimdall was very glad that he did not reject her because of prejudice, but chose to establish a friendship with her.

"I hope you know what you're doing." Manny's expression became serious, and he gave Harry a meaningful look.

Heimdall knew that of course she was pretending to be stupid. Harry's face was very famous. In England, all wizards who kept in touch with the outside world, even if they only communicated a little bit, had more or less impressions of his face.

"Manny, I can give you Snow's contact information." Heimdall clearly captured the witch's vague affection for Snow.

Heimdall understands the law of Knockturn Alley and chooses what is best for him. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in Manny. In Knockturn Alley, it’s very common for one second to keep his word and the next second to backtrack. There is no moral cultivation here. Binding, or rather, only works if someone cares.

He just wanted to be prepared, and he didn't want all his efforts to be thwarted by a knife coming from behind at the last second.

"Nasty boy." Manny returned to his original indifference.

Yes, the Knockturn Alley law applies to everyone here, and Heimdall's promise just now can be illusory, without the slightest credibility of realization.

Heimdall took a step forward and grasped her hand that was not holding the tobacco rod, ignoring the icy cold feel; ignoring Manny's gradually dangerous gaze; even ignoring the danger that might follow, Heimdall turned a blind eye to these .

He firmly held the cold catkin with his palm, bent slightly, and gently kissed the back of his hand.

"But you just do what I do." Heimdall looked straight into the witch's eyes, and the rippling smile in the eyes shone with dim affection in the dark and desolate night, in the dangerous Knockturn Alley.

It's an almost dizzying illusion.

Manny was stunned for a moment, then pulled away his hand abruptly, and flicked the palm as if waving something away: "Where did you come from, get out of here, get out, if you don't leave, I'll make you look good."

"Thank you." Heimdall took Harry away quickly.

Behind him, Manny gradually disappeared into the depths of the alley intertwined with light and dark. Before she completely lost her charming figure, she could be faintly seen shaking her head dumbfounded.

"What did you just do?" Harry resisted the urge to look back. "Is that magic?"

Heimdall smiled but didn't answer, thinking that it's not so easy to be a magic stick to deceive people, and he still has a lot to learn.

×××

An indescribable urgency prompted Heimdall to speed up and rush to the door of No. [-] Knockturn Alley. Before that, he was still puzzled by his subconscious choice, why he took Knockturn Alley as the place where he apparated, and looked at the place covered with copper rust. The mottled house number—the sharpness of the four corners that have been smoothed by the years and the coldness of the metal—the old wooden door with criss-cross ravines silently looks back at itself in the dark with a kind of tranquility that directly hits the soul to welcome the return of wanderers.

No. 57 is not the first place to take him to this world, but it accompanies him, who was confused and uneasy when he came here for the first time, to let go of the past and take root. Number 57 has seen it all.Heimdall suddenly realized that this was his dream home.

Home is the harbor of the soul, no matter where you go, no matter what mood you suddenly look back on, it always stands there. The accumulation of No. 57 is not enough for Heimdall's "hometown cloud", but it is a safe and reliable place he subconsciously believes, otherwise he would not appear here now.

Heimdall pushed the door hard, but the wooden door didn't budge, which was the natural result.Heimdall smiled silently, and quickly took out the key under Harry's bewildered gaze.

The wooden door opened quietly and closed again quietly.

The room is filled with the smell of emptiness, with a dusty smell, which is a little pungent. All the furniture is covered with white curtains, and the dim light outside the house shines into the house through the glass windows. The eye-catching white undulates in the darkness. The shape is ambiguous.

Heimdall knew everything here very well, so he didn't need to spend time getting used to the darker environment than the outdoors. He quickly stepped over the obstacles and walked towards the fireplace with ease.

There was a soft sound in the darkness, followed by Harry's sudden heavy breathing, "Sorry, I seem to have kicked something..."

"Don't use lighting magic." Heimdall said softly in front of the fireplace.

"I understand." Harry replied quickly. "What are you doing?" Harry asked again.

"I want to see if the connection to the fireplace is still there."

Harry nodded, realizing immediately that the other party couldn't see, and replied "Oh".After a while, Harry gradually adjusted to the light in the room, and the fireplace - Harry wasn't sure if it was a fireplace - suddenly burst into a white flame, fleeting.

"What's going on?" Harry hurried over, this time luckily he didn't kick anything.

"Has the Department of Magical Transportation increased their salary recently? The defense level of the Floo Network is much higher than before..." Heimdall, who was taken aback by the flames, got up from the ground, grinning and rubbing his sore buttocks. .

"So it still works?" Harry glanced at the fireplace.

"It's still on the network, but I don't know if it can be connected." Heimdall told Harry. "Although some fireplaces are connected to the Internet, there is no guarantee that the passage will be unblocked."

"Then you just now?" Harry asked puzzled.

"No matter where you are, you must use what you can use around you as much as possible to pass on your own news." Heimdall felt a little relieved. "Networked fireplaces are generally under the watchful eye of the Floo administrators. I'm sure Hogwarts has figured out that we're missing. I'm nothing to England, but you're different, I'm missing with you ...Hopefully the British Ministry of Magic will take note of the sudden dissonance in the Floo network."

In Heimdall's original concept, it was safer to move around to confuse the enemy and make the enemy unpredictable, but the unexpected arrival of the Killing Curse overturned his idea.The lethality of spells is as unpredictable as bullets with tracking function. At least now he can be sure that he is safe, and the outside of the house is also safe for the time being. Wandering around will give others a chance to attack.

For Merlin, they could even get away with the Killing Curse, and if they failed in the transfer process, Heimdall felt that he would die with regret.

They sat down by the fire.

"Wait for now, maybe reinforcements will arrive soon." Heimdall smiled at Harry. He was very confident in Mr. Potter's social status. Anyone in the UK could become a missing person, but Harry was the only one. No, or can't.

"I'm sorry to trouble you..." Today's sudden incident brought Harry a lot of things. He was not a stickler in the first place, and he would definitely grow up.

Just as Heimdall was about to say something, Harry suddenly wondered, "What are you wearing? It's glowing."

Bowing his head along Harry's fingers, Heimdall noticed a very faint light flickering on the front of his front.

×××

Victor waited until the fake Moody confessed the facts of the crime before acting accordingly. He is not Sirius, and he has no impulse capital. He has no partners in the UK who can pass information to each other to rely on.Victor believes that Professor Katenen will definitely take action, but he doesn't want to wait any longer, he has already wasted too much time.

He quickly rushed to the cemetery that the fake Moody said with the pods, and of course he was one step late. A group of British wizards had already arrived one step ahead of him, including Sirius Black and Remus Lupine, as well as Mr. Weasley.

There was a lot of commotion in the team of the British wizards, and it seemed that they were lucky enough to catch a Death Eater who was wandering nearby and had no time to retreat.

[he's not here. ] Looking at the abandoned crime scene, Podcat is sure.

"Krum?!" The impatient Sirius raised his eyes inadvertently, and was immediately dumbfounded.

"How did you come here?" Sirius totally treated Victor like a child and was shocked to find him here.

Victor directly ignored his question and said straight to the point: "What's the progress?"

"That guy is too cunning, he spits out a little bit, and is still vague." Victor's temperament once again interfered with Sirius' judgment. Sirius raked his hair irritably, and unconsciously used his face The tone of an adult. "As soon as his tone became heavy, he cried and shouted, dying or living, damn it!!! We don't have Veritaserum at hand, and even if we have it, there is no guarantee that it will work. We have already missed the best time to use Veritaserum. We also found won the Triwizard Tournament trophy." But now no one cares about that.

After hearing Sirius' almost incoherent answer, Victor didn't show any extra expressions, and walked around Sirius towards the captured Death Eater.

Remus Lupine was talking to the Death Eater in that characteristic steady tone of his - maybe he was going to try Legilimency, maybe he wasn't - and no one noticed Victor approaching until the sound The resolute "spirit out of body" came, and everyone was like a TV screen where the pause button was pressed and the play button was pressed immediately.

Victor turned a deaf ear to the voices around him, and solved the goal that these British wizards couldn't achieve even after spending a long time talking.

They whispered, their eyes were full of disapproval and condemnation, but they were smart enough not to stop him.

Justice doesn't mean perfection, there's always someone going to do it, isn't it?Anyway, it's not their own, and it's not their turn to rectify afterward, and they are happy to see it succeed.

Sirius opened his mouth a few times, but in the end he chose to remain silent; Mr. Weasley and Lupine just kept their mouths shut and said nothing. They were completely different from these speculative British wizards who hoped to increase their ranks through this incident. All the same, they were really eager to know where those two children were going.

The name of Lucius Malfoy successfully aroused another horrified climax among the British wizards. During the questioning process, Victor, who thoroughly felt the convection of cold and heat, let out a breath, and chattered In the tongue-in-cheek discussion, he turned and left with a cold face.

The three of Sirius quickly gave up those British wizards and gathered towards him, forming a brand new tracing team invisibly.

[Try the mirror again. ] The pods remind Victor.

Victor took the magic mirror with him when he left, and a large part of the reason he obeyed his orders at the beginning was to go back to the room to find the mirror.Victor didn't find another mirror in Rigg's drawer, so he had great hopes for Heimdall with the magic mirror. He used the mirror to call Rigg every now and then, but never got a response.

He is even more afraid of other people's images in the mirror.

[Don't worry, he's alive, I can sense he's alive. ] The words of the pods did not play the slightest role.

Victor comforted himself that no news is good news.

Like him, Pod also pins his hopes on the mirror that has never heard from him, reminding him all the time.

Victor took out the mirror again, just like every time before, the mirror was blurry, just when he was also disappointed and depressed like every time before, Merlin finally heard his prayer, and the fog in the mirror began to disappear A regular surge, and then, Heimdall's face appeared in the mirror.

"...Victor? Is it Victor?" The mirror was pitch black, and the outline of Heimdall gradually became clear as the communication was established.

"Thank you Merlin..." This is the most sincere compliment Victor has sent to Merlin since he was sensible.

Pod's upturned tail softened, and stood on Victor's shoulder, staring at the image in the mirror without blinking.

Smiles also appeared on the faces of the other three men, and Sirius felt inspired, and his palms could not help but clenched into fists.

"I'm fine, Harry is with me, we're fine." As if he was worried about something, Heimdall deliberately lowered his voice.

Another exciting news, the three British men sang Merlin in their hearts at the same time.

"Where are you?" Victor vaguely had an answer in his mind.

"Turn over...don't come over!!!" Heimdall realized something, and his voice became louder unconsciously, as if trying to cover up the information revealed earlier.

Victor on the other side of the mirror smiled softly: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Heimdall felt that his eyes seemed to be sweating.

"...I saw you." A strange voice came from the mirror.

The suddenness made people panic.

"What's going on? Rig!"

Victor's shout was accompanied by Harry's scream, "What is that!"

The video is interrupted.

×××

In a bright western restaurant, three old men occupy each side.

Nikolai Yezhov, dubbed by Katenin as a "cloak pervert", is wearing a very popular camel-colored cloak today.

"There seems to be something wrong with the UK." He said casually.

"Just got the news." Shehu Shagari, who loves to smoke, held up his pipe. "Kattenen is really willing to spend this time."

"The youngest judge in the history of the International Wizengamot, of course he has to put down his capital, otherwise he will lose this bet." Ye Ruofu disagreed.

"Aren't you going to help Katenen? Aren't you fellow villagers?" Shajali said.

"All the villagers in the world want my help, can I still be busy?!" Ye Ruofu grabbed the wine glass in front of him. "I can't think of a reason why I need to add more things to the snake after the red hat is dispatched."

Shajiali smiled lightly, isn't this a fellow villager, such evaluation and trust are not ordinary.

"Where's that old fellow Nero? I haven't seen him for a long time." Yezhofu said.

"When Grindelwald was in full bloom, he pretended to be deaf and dumb; when Grindelwald was in decline, he closed the door and thanked guests." Shagari said. "I still like to get along with such a guy, because he is afraid of death, so he will never act rashly."

"The Dark Lord is going to start killing people again?!" Junker, who had been silent all this time, pouted angrily.

"When did you start to believe in justice?" Yezhofu said jokingly.

"He killed all the people, who else would I find to do business with!" Hua Peacock Junker went crazy. As a profit-seeking magical animal smuggler, he hated the most in his life for always clamoring to build a pure and flawless world. A paranoid who spreads terror everywhere and cuts people's lives.

"He recently contacted a big deal in Scotland, and you know that business in the UK is not easy." Shagari explained for Yezhov. "The business partner is a Muggle-born wizard."

These old guys all know that the lofty ideals of the notorious Great Devil in Britain are partly similar to Grindelwald's pursuit back then.

"I hope our children can survive this sudden disaster. Cheers to the future youngest judge of the International Wizengamot, of course, if we can see that day." Yezhov raised his glass. "To Heimdall Strulusson!"

"To Heimdall Strulusson!"

"To Heimdall Strulusson!"

The three old guys clinked glasses and drank them all in one gulp.