HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall rubbed the bridge of his nose, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a raised rough stone a few steps away. At this moment, the smooth surface of the rough stone looked very attractive.

"Get up first." Heimdall walked over and sat on the rock, "I still want to live a few more years, don't shorten my life."

I don't know if the brave man kneeling on the ground understood, but his head was lowered even lower, and his shoulders twitched convulsively.Heimdall had been paying attention to his every move, and felt very inexplicable when he saw his shrinking. Then, he thought of a certain possibility.

"I'm not being ironic, I told you to get up and get up, you saved my life, I should kneel down to you." Heimdall made a gesture to move, and the other side raised his head, his face was hidden too deep in the cloak hat , still can't see the expression clearly.

Of course, Heimdall would not kowtow to him, just trick him.

"Stand up." Again.

He hesitated for a moment, then got up.

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he can communicate, he is most afraid of the kind of diehards who don't listen to people.

"Find a place to sit." Looking around, it seems that only the one under my buttocks is the smoothest...

"No, I'll just stand."

Heimdall carefully identified his voice again, it was indeed unfamiliar.

"What's going on here?" Heimdall urgently needed someone to answer his questions. "But before that, tell me, are we safe now? Will they come after us?"

"You can rest assured that the vicinity of the Rhodope Manor is safe. Bulgaria's crackdown on the Saints is the toughest in Eastern Europe."

"saint?"

"It's the followers of 'him', as they call themselves, and are honored by it," said the Courageous without emotion.

Heimdall looked at him for a long time, but the man didn't move at all, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.Heimdall thought to himself that this person's psychological quality is extraordinary.

"Aren't you a saint?" Heimdall asked suddenly.

"……no."

Hesitating slightly before denying it, Heimdall narrowed his eyes, "I have eyes. Although your clothes are different, they are very similar."

The man was silent for a moment, "We thought we were saints a long time ago, but 'he' doesn't seem to think so."

"Why did you save me?" Heimdall asked again.

The man froze for a moment, obviously unable to adapt to his jumping questioning method for a while.

"You summoned us."

Heimdall was puzzled, and the man saw his doubts from Heimdall's undisguised expression, so he said, "You set off 'fireworks' once at Hogwarts, do you remember? That The 'firework' of color is the signal that calls us."

Heimdall was stunned, and then frowned again.

"Listen to you, Grindelwald's followers are divided into different types?"

"Yes. The blackened fuchsia represents us." The brave man raised his gloved palm, and the near-black fuchsia triangular pattern on the back of his hand shone brightly under the sunlight, but the light was fleeting. , the next second there was nothing on the back of the hand.

"I just asked why you saved me, but I still haven't got an answer." Heimdall said calmly.

"You summoned us."

"……make it clear."

"We are different from the saints. When he called us, he only used 'fireworks', so we only recognize 'fireworks'."

"You are all followers of Grindelwald, but you have repeatedly emphasized that you are different from saints, what is the difference?"

"The saints are 'his' right-hand men, we don't matter." Obviously admitting this hurts self-esteem, but the truth speaks louder than words, and Grindelwald never trusted them.

So they don't dress like the "mad dogs"—saints?What an international joke, Heimdall thinks that Golden's evaluation is more realistic - it's like putting a leash on one's own pets, the pets you like will naturally get closer, and the pets you don't like will be better than those you don't like. Pets are more attentive, and this can be reflected in the difference in dress.

"You can find a lifebuoy for yourself just by setting off fireworks? If it wasn't me who set off the fireworks that day, any cat or dog, you would take risks and risk your life? Maybe you would offend old acquaintances and annoy those saints because of this... You are fooling Me? Or do I seem to trust people easily?"

Heimdall spoke extremely quickly, and the man trembled slightly every time he uttered a short paragraph. At this time, Heimdall somewhat understood why the Dark Lord liked Death Eaters kneeling and kowtowing to him, which would make people feel A sense of pleasure that is above all things, condescending and looking down at the submissives lying at their feet, this sense of existence is unprecedented.

MMD, it is not good to be a good person, but to be a god.He thought of Lucius' attitude towards the Dark Lord, the real inconsistency, he believed that not all Death Eaters agreed with each other, maybe there were quite a few of them who were smiling like Lucius and cursing in their hearts.It's a pity that they don't have the prerequisites for Lucius to leave the organization. No matter the good or the bad, traitors are punishable by everyone.

"Take off the hat." Heimdall said to him, who knows if you are scolding me behind my back.

The man did so without hesitation. Behind the hat was an expected unfamiliar face. At the moment, his facial features were stiff and tense, as if he was struggling for something. It seems that Heimdall's words still swayed people's hearts. the role of the.

Heimdall said softly: "I will ask again for the last time, why did you save me?"

The man hesitated for a moment, and habitually threw himself on the ground. After meeting Heimdall's disapproving eyes, he didn't dare to collapse on the ground again. He put his posture extremely low, and what he said was a bit surprising.

"We want to find an opportunity to return to the magical world openly. This opportunity was taken away by Ge...by 'him', and we just want to get it back."

Heimdall asked in surprise, "Aren't you wizards?" Impossible, he knows magic.

"We are all half-breed and Muggle-born wizards." The brave man confessed everything. "Our home was originally in the wizarding world, but we were forcibly dispatched to the Muggle world. 'He' destroyed the evidence of our existence in the wizarding world. Until the end of the war, we still could not return to the wizarding world. To the wizarding world People who say we all don’t exist.”

Those who do not have a registered permanent residence are so-called black households, and it is very difficult to re-declare. After all, they have contributed to the continuation of the war.

Heimdall understands why Grindelwald doesn't like them anymore, it's not just a matter of blood.

Heimdall smiled shortly, "If you had realized this earlier, would you still need to stand here and bow your knees to an underage wizard?" Grindelwald's downfall, they are excited, what did they do earlier?It is estimated that I have been thinking about being able to make a comeback, but I lack the conditions, and I dare not confront the "mad dogs" head-on, let alone break away directly and refuse to obey the rules.

Dare I be the punch they put high hopes on? !Heimdall is not like Guitero Lockhart, who thinks that people all over the world will bow under his wizard robe and love themselves unconditionally.

"To be honest, you should have done a lot, right? According to my judgment, you should be sent to prison to enjoy life in prison." Back to the magic world openly?Maria can bear it!Merlin can't stand it!

The man lowered his eyebrows and looked down, without saying a word, very calm.

Heimdall was a little annoyed, if he hadn't saved himself and provided these information, why would he sit here and argue with him!Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Although I am a bit reluctant, I cannot be ungrateful.

"I can't do what you said." Heimdall told him bluntly, we have principles, even if you save me, you can't teach me to turn black and white.

"I understand!" The man suddenly became anxious. "I understand what you said. We don't ask you to do anything for us. We know your current situation. We just need an opportunity, a possibility... It's better than no hope at all."

Heimdall's face suddenly sank, "Hengen? I'm sure I won't do anything to my savior, right? Or do you all think I'm a kind and soft-hearted person?"

To put it bluntly, they just want to live under his ungrown tree to enjoy the shade. In other words, they want to put all their funds on him and invest in him.

"Should I thank you for looking up to me?" Heimdall sneered.

The man bowed his head and remained silent.

Heimdall looked at him for a while, looked up at the sun hanging high above the treetops, and turned his eyes away after a moment of consideration.

"I don't believe you, wait, listen to me first." Heimdall continued. "Do I have any abilities at the moment? You put your capital on me. I really want to thank you for looking up to me. This is not a sarcasm. What are you doing with a sad face?" Bad luck!Heimdall gave him a blank look. "You must have figured out my background, and my interpersonal relationship must be very precious." Well, that person didn't refute, your uncle! "Since you have gone this way, there is no turning back. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

The man was a little confused at first, but he quickly came to his senses and nodded cautiously.

Heimdall was quite satisfied with this, "Are you guys in charge of intelligence?"

The man immediately said in amazement, "How do you know?"

How do you know?Just guessing!These guys are not taken seriously, and frankly they are not right-hand men, and the laws of war in the wizarding world are different from those in the Muggle world. The Muggle world pays more attention to the timely and effective intelligence. Evolved ways of adapting to their respective situations.

And just as Grindelwald swept across Europe at the beginning, where did he need information to command his army of ghosts, his legion of saints, and spare no effort to burn and kill the past, and his life would be wiped out.

intelligence?It can't play a decisive role at all, and if it doesn't work, it will naturally not be taken seriously. The status of being ignored is getting worse and worse. It is normal for Grindelwald's intelligence department to be unable to please him.

"My idea is reciprocity," Heimdall said.

"You provide me with what I want to know, and I will give you good points. If the information you provide is indeed effective, has guaranteed the stability of people's hearts, maintained social stability, and made staged progress for the development of the wizarding world, then you It is meritorious, merits and demerits offset, and sooner or later there will be a bright day."

Just give them the opportunity to reform through labor. Muggle prisoners must undergo reform through labor after they are imprisoned, which is compulsory work. (Reform through labor is a term used by the Chinese dynasty. Prisoners in Citigroup also have compulsory work. I don’t know about other countries.) Heimdall completely treats them as quasi-prisoners, but he doesn’t force them. , I just can't guarantee that I will be "mistakenly" caught in something in the future...

Heimdall's intentions are also extremely "sinister".

"You can go back and discuss with them."

The brave smile bitterly, do they still have a choice?

"Just do as you say." He was decisive.

"Can you represent the wishes of all the people behind you?"

"can."

"There is something I want to tell you." Heimdall said goodbye to him in no hurry.

The intelligence team leader didn't expect him to be so straightforward, so he couldn't help but feel refreshed. At this time, he was afraid that Heimdall would be polite to him, and it was definitely not a bad thing if something happened.

"My wand is still there." Heimdall avoided any words like "burn" or "destroy". "Can you help me find it?"

The intelligence team leader didn't say anything at first, just frowned and pondered. Heimdall felt that he was very smart, so he didn't rush to say whether he could or couldn't do it, but put on a thoughtful look to stabilize the other party.

"I understand." Finally, the intelligence team leader nodded.

I don't know whether he really understands or pretends to be deep. Heimdall doesn't care about these things, he only accepts the result, after all, people say "understand".

"How can I contact you?" He didn't even have a wand now, and he couldn't set off fireworks.

The intelligence team leader lowered his head slightly, and under Heimdall's surprised gaze, his entire face began to twist, and then quickly spread to the entire head, and then to the entire torso... However, these changes only took a blink of an eye, and a brand new The face of Heimdall stood in front of Heimdall, a brand new character completely different from before.

The sudden Heimdall is no stranger.

"Honey," the old man in front of him slowly raised his eyes, his cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and countless wrinkles stretched out on his face. "I know this is not good, so you just need to tell me quietly," the old lady looked around exaggeratedly, and took a few trembling steps forward. "What kind of potion can poison a swallowtail dog?"

Disguise Mags?

"So it was you." Heimdall swallowed his astonishment, and smiled slowly, "What a big 'wow'!"

A gleam of light flashed in the intelligence team leader's eyes, and he knew that his chips had increased again.

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Seeing Victor waving to him from a distance, Heimdall subconsciously tightened the collar of his robe and scratched his hair with his hands. Fortunately, he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a stand-up collar today, otherwise the bruise on his neck would not be covered.

The intelligence team leader was very clever and had good eyesight. Before leaving, he gave him a jar of ointment that was said to be very effective for bruises.Heimdall applied it on the spot. Knowing that it was not a panacea, he took the small makeup mirror handed to him by the intelligence team leader and looked at his neck for a long time.

"Does it look better?"

The team leader answered well, "It seems."

Heimdall glanced at him, and the team leader turned his eyes away to the sky, as if there was a beautiful woman dancing on it, and he was not afraid of being dazzled.

"It's late today." While thinking wildly, her boyfriend had already walked in front of her.

Victor bowed his head and kissed him, and Heimdall smiled happily, "When I came back, I went to a few shops introduced by Professor Dumbledore." Now he can tell lies without drafting and blushing, Heimdall sighed inwardly.

They walked into the Rhodope Manor, and Heimdall held Victor's hand in the front hall, "I have something to tell you..." In a blink of an eye, Plov, who was ready to go, came running excitedly with a bamboo basket, Then he put a navy blue fisherman's hat with a fine colored border on Heimdall's head, and helped him to straighten the hat.

Victor whispered, "Dad has been waiting since ten o'clock in the morning." Then he raised his eyebrows, "What are you going to tell me?"

Seeing Plov in high spirits, Heimdall swallowed and bared his teeth with a smile, "I'll talk about it later, fishing is the best now."

This statement immediately drew a warm response from Plov.

Before they even touched the dining table, they were pulled out by the impatient Plov three times and four times. Withstood the pressure from Mrs. Kroom's dissatisfaction, pretended not to see anything, and sent his mother Forget it.If he turned his head, he could see his dignified and prim mother looking dumbfounded.