HP's Foreign Land

When Victor came out of the fireplace, he saw Heimdall lying down in front of the counter of the wand specialty store and writing hard. On the desk was another piece of torn paper that was almost the same as the one he asked himself before—in all likelihood The source is the same.Victor found that he was very focused, and he didn't deliberately slow down. He walked up to him, but he still didn't notice.

Victor asked, "How's the wand?"

Not surprisingly, he saw Heimdall shrugged his shoulders, and when he turned his face, the stupefaction had not completely subsided.

Scared him.

Victor smiled apologetically.

"Oh, the wand is ready." Heimdall nodded. "Did you go to the Bockin' Bock store just now?"

"Well, I have seen a lot of things."

Victor thought he looked a little strange when he talked about the wand, and he didn't show off the new wand.Rieger's attitude in front of his own people is completely different from that of outsiders. He treats his own people more casually and presumptuously... Normally, he would have been elated, for fear that others would not know that the wand was newly acquired.The more Victor thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Heimdall suddenly dropped the quill, took his arm and walked towards the studio.

"What's wrong?" Victor asked puzzled.

"Go and show Mr. Ollivander, he's hurt."

Victor raised his eyebrows and looked at him carefully.

"I'm fine." Heimdall said hurriedly, and stopped outside the studio door, not going in with Victor.When he closed the door, he heard Ollivander's voice: "This Rigg, he said it's all right..."

Heimdall walked back to the counter, took a look at the paper on the table, and continued writing.

Ollivander and Victor left the studio one after the other, and saw the iron rooster who should be watching the store talking to Heimdall.The iron rooster looked angry, but Heimdall didn't change his face, his eyes were unbiased, and he seemed to turn a blind eye to the iron rooster's anger.

Ollivander is surprised, this iron cock is willing to be angry with Rigg? !

In a blink of an eye, Bork found that Ollivander, who was watching his jokes calmly, felt panicked for a while, first gouged Heimdall angrily, then raised the torn paper in his hand and sneered at Ollivander, "Come and take a look, don't think you are out of it!"

Ollivander walked over without knowing why, and when he saw the writing on the torn paper, he shook his head dumbfounded, but his reaction was not as big as that of Bock.

To be honest, when Heimdall expressed his intention to give money without hesitation just before repairing the wand, he had expected such a result.It was rare for this iron cock to be generous, and Rieg's ungratefulness must have made him feel very blocked. He felt that he had been "outsider" and became angry from embarrassment.

Ollivander's bland reaction made Bock feel disappointed for a while. He wanted to pull Ollivander into a united front, but he didn't expect the old man to take it for granted and didn't even make a firm stand. Bock suddenly became furious.

"You are an old bastard who wants money!"

After being pointed at by an iron cock and scolded for being stingy, Ollivander sprayed him for a long time and was speechless.

"I can't afford that much at once, please let me pay in installments." Heimdall faced the difficulty seemingly without vision.

Bock was so angry, "You still talk! You still talk!"

Heimdall looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, "Anyway, I only have so much money, and I will pay it back for three to five years, seven or eight years, and ten or twenty years. Please don't take it too seriously. .”

Bock blinked blankly, and the expressionless Heimdall suddenly grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Maybe it will last a lifetime, so you can take care of it."

Bork's facial nerves relaxed all at once, "You child..." He rubbed Heimdall's hair fiercely, and pinched his cheek hard, until he finally let go after pinching him.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to pay back the money!" Bork quickly changed into a sharp and sarcastic face. "I will go back and check the account carefully. After all, the box was worth a lot at that time, and it is priceless now."

Heimdall opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Bok squinted his eyes, and said with a half-smile: "I will definitely set a price that everyone is satisfied with."

really?Heimdall was familiar with the different meanings of his various expressions, and suddenly panicked.

"Mr. Bock, the box is only used a little bit, really a little bit. Think about it, how much material is needed to repair a wand, and nothing else has been touched. I will return it to you, and you can recycle it. Fool again, no, sell to other wand experts."

Bork seemed unmoved, with a countenance on his face.

Heimdall saw that the almost card didn't work, so he quickly adjusted his strategy and started bargaining with Bock.

With his hands behind his back, Bock enjoyed the urgency of Heimdall circling around him.

Bock was teasing him, while Ollivander and Victor shook their heads and smiled at each other.

There was a sudden pop and pop, and Apparation sent them back to the woods outside Rhodope Manor.

A faint bluish-white color rose from the sky, and the stars all over the sky became faintly visible in the bright sky, and the dark night retreated feebly, closing to half the wall, and then to the sparse star dots in the corner of the sky.

A thin layer of smoke circled unhurriedly in the forest, and the forest was blooming in the rising sun.

Heimdall walked listlessly on the forest road, listening to the crisp birdsong and the morning light.

Victor couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, put his arm around his shoulder, and bit his ear.

"Isn't it too early to worry about the things of a lifetime?"

Heimdall wiped his face, his face was a little numb after not sleeping all night, "...I'm planning for a rainy day."

"You didn't cut down the price, so you are unwilling." Victor had seen his little Jiujiu early in the morning.

Being poked at the center, Heimdall became furious. He turned around and grabbed the master by the collar. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a series of hurried and chaotic birdsong.

Heimdall subconsciously turned his head to look for it, and a gray sparrow rushed towards him. Heimdall and the master lowered their heads at the same time, dodging the headless sparrow.

It stands to reason that the birds in the deep mountains and old forests are the most sensitive to humans. In any case, there will be no flight path to swoop down on the sidewalk, not to mention that there are two humans standing here.

The two were surprised when a strange vibration sounded from far to near. Victor drew out his wand, and Heimdall also held the new wand in his hand. Both of them were ready for battle.

I only heard an extremely unnatural screeching sound passing by my ears, and a large group of black things flew out of the woods, like heavy dark clouds, carrying an ominous wind and rain, and headed straight for Victor and the sea. Mdar.

What is this?

It's a pity that they didn't have a chance to speak at all, and their eyes suddenly went dark, and they were shrouded in black clouds.

In the next second, the orange-red line cut a hole in the black cloud, and the gorgeous tongue of flames flicked back and forth in the gradually expanding gap. The land, turned into scorched earth, is gone in a blink of an eye.

bat?Heimdall finally saw the true face of the dark cloud.

Victor's fire elves were flying over the woods, sweeping away the caught fish. Even so, one or two bats stumbled and escaped, and quickly disappeared in the depths of the woods.Heliopa's flames can raze everything it touches to the ground, almost indiscriminately attacking, regardless of you and me, if the fire elves fly too low, the entire forest will be burned.

Rao is as powerful as Heliopa, in such an environment, he can only look at the ocean and sigh, watching the enemy flee, but he can't move an inch...

The omnipotent Heliopa stopped motionless in mid-air, and it was helpless against the little bats. Victor knew its frustration and aggrieved well, and with a wave of his wand, he called it back.

Heimdall has experienced a lot in this battle where the east wind overwhelms the west wind, and then the west wind overwhelms the east wind in an instant. The spell must be adapted to local conditions, and many factors must be considered. Combining the surrounding environment is one of the necessary factors, otherwise it will be like today's fire. The elves are just as elusive.

Unfortunately, the master who became a negative teaching material was calm and didn't feel ashamed. He didn't have a big expression on his face, but he was concerned about this sudden attack in his heart. After taking Heliopa back, he looked at Heimdall with concern.

"Are you injured?"

Heimdall moved his limbs, shook his head, "No..." He suddenly covered the back of his neck and stopped talking.

Victor hastily walked around behind him, pulled away his hand covering his neck, and saw two needle-sized bleeding spots.

"It's okay, I don't feel any pain." Victor's face was really scary, and Victor quickly comforted him. "It just feels prickly, like being pricked by a needle."

Victor pulled him and rushed into the manor. Heimdall was staggered by him, and suddenly realized something. He turned his head suddenly, and Heimdall saw the gray sparrow sitting on the branch that slanted out. , is where he and Victor were standing just now.

The two spots of blood on the back of the neck startled everyone, which was unexpected by Heimdall.

Heimdall realized that he was not kidding himself until Victor pulled Sophia's so-called best therapist out of bed and gave him 5 minutes to arrive at the manor.

Looking at Rommel, who was very satisfied with Victor's handling method, and Snow, Plov, Anna and others who surrounded him to greet him, and even Krum, who didn't move from the bedroom because of face. Madam sent house elves to inquire about the latest progress several times. Heimdall swallowed the last bit of discordant voice, and sat obediently on the comfortable sofa waiting for the doctor.

An hour later, the two needle-sized blood holes gradually healed under the double treatment of magic and medicine.

"How is it?" The adults have asked no less than five times.

"I don't feel anything." Heimdall replied no less than five times. "Ah, I feel it..." The sudden change of words caused the adults who were used to the innocent tone to mention it cautiously.

The therapist, including the therapist who was extremely confident in his medical skills, suddenly widened his eyes, staring at him accusingly with a look of hatred of "how dare you feel that".

Heimdall said calmly, "I'm hungry."

He clearly saw the doctor's eggshell-like smooth little face twitch in pain, which seemed to be a facial spasm.

With the double cooperation of the doctor and Heimdall, the adults are gradually willing to accept the diagnosis of cure, especially after seeing Heimdall sitting at the dinner table and devouring his appetite, even though he didn’t sleep all night, “he’s all right now.” "The message officially took root in the minds of the adults, and the suspended hearts were put back in place.

"Why don't you go to the wizard hospital?" Snow said worriedly, and his suggestion immediately got Anna's response.

Wizards, like Muggles, sometimes rely more on large hospitals with licenses, reputations, and heritage.

"Wait until I come back." Heimdall, who was finally full, burped and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I'll go to work first."

"Ask for a day off today?" Rommel didn't say anything dead, but asked questions.

"I'm very energetic!" Heimdall made a muscle-squeezing pose of a bodybuilder, and drank the refreshing potion he got from the doctor just now.

When going out, he took the donkey skin lunch bag from Victor.

"Eat more vegetables." Victor reminded like an old lady.

Heimdall touched his nose, but didn't respond.

It was that sparrow again.

As Heimdall walked forward, he raised his head and stared at the inconspicuous little bird standing guard, thinking that the sparrow was getting bolder and bolder. At the beginning, he knew to hide behind the bushes, but now he is open and aboveboard. moved forward.

Thinking of the group of black bats that he met when he came back, Heimdall's mood became very ugly.

Although he had been reminded, he had no doubts at all. The sparrow was probably not afraid of the height of the stage when watching the show, so he didn't contribute at all.

He put his head down and continued to walk forward, followed by the sparrow, always sitting on a branch not far away and staring at it.

When he was about to reach the fixed apparition location, Heimdall flipped his palm, and the new wand slipped from the sleeve into his palm. He turned around and aimed at the target, and quickly cast a stun spell.

This is the first maiden attack since the new wand started.

The sparrow was caught off guard and fell from the branch. Hearing a plop, he fell down on the uneven woodland alone and didn't get up for a long time.

Heimdall glanced at it from afar, then kissed the wand, a silver light burst from the tip of the wand, and Heimdall Apparated without looking back.

When he was about ten meters away from him, the anemic person suddenly paused, and his calm pale face fluctuated.

He approached without saying a word, and the undecipherable information in his eyes made Heimdall feel chills for no reason.

Little Bread used to have this focused look when he stared at his little milk bottle as a child.

Could it be that he was suddenly hungry?Heimdall's feet moved back involuntarily.

The anemic person smiled slightly, and Heimdall's heart trembled. Let's not take that kind of thing. Seduction doesn't work for me...Humans and ghosts have different paths.

"It seems that you have had a unique encounter." The anemic person stood still in front of him.

Jiujiu... No, the black bat is attacking him, can he see it?Or smell it?

Heimdall subconsciously touched the back of his neck, his arm was grabbed by the anemic man and he turned him around, and the other hand pressed his shoulder so that he could not move - Heimdall was surprised to find that the vampire He didn't even have the strength to move a finger under the constraints of the pressure, and Heimdall's back was so bright in front of the eyes of the anemic people.

A cold hand touched the back of his neck, causing Heimdall to shiver.

"Sorry," said the anemic man.

"It's okay..." It doesn't matter, of course it does, Heimdall burst into tears, why is he so honest!

Although the anemic person said sorry, his subordinates kept moving.

As Heimdall gradually adjusted to the freezing temperature, a burst of pressure hit his back, followed by a pain in the back of his neck.Heimdall's eyes widened in disbelief.

Even though he couldn't see what was going on behind him, he could tell by feeling that the anemic person was biting his neck. This time, he bit him firmly, and the hairs all over his body stood on end. His scalp felt numb, and the pain was clear and sharp. Not at the same level at all.

I don't want to use it. There must be two blood holes on the back of his neck.

Heimdall felt that his neck had been bitten for a long time, but it was over in the blink of an eye.

The pressure that imprisoned him suddenly disappeared, and Heimdall regained the dominance over him. He looked at the anemic person blankly, and still couldn't believe that he just gnawed his own neck. Until now, Heimdall still didn't treat the anemic person Think about the bad side of your behavior.

Could it be that he is also a long time duck lover?

Heimdall touched the back of his neck dripping with cold sweat, and the blood on his hand made Heimdall feel like a cow.

The anemic person calmly took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, "Don't worry, you won't die with such a little blood, the toxin will be cleared out."

toxin?Heimdall took a closer look and saw the blood on his hands darkened under the light.

The author has something to say: (╯﹏╰) I have been getting carried away recently... The error has existed since the beginning, the title is wrong, and the orientation is wrong.

I: First and foremost, Rigg's magic wand should not be called silence, and the error correction is completely correct.The magic wand of silence is a goblin wand. The craftsmanship of the magic wand of the goblin has been lost. From the appearance to the solid core and then to the inside of Rigg's wand (the core of the wand has not been changed), there is almost nothing that is related to the silence. What is needed is the brain to fill in.

Secondly, there is no connection between the wizard's brain and soul, it is only related to craftsmanship.The brain used to exist as a raw material for the rod core, which means that it has a market, and things with a market are not rare during the circulation period (although it is not good to say this, but things with a price tag cannot be considered truly precious things) .Wizards may have tried to use it to make wands during that period, but there was no such thing as imprisoning the soul.If it can be done, this technology will not be lost.Moreover, not all gag wands have soul confinement, which means that even elves, not every elf maker is proficient in this technique, and only a very small number of elves have mastered this technique.

What kind of operations goblins use to confine souls when making wands-the specific process is no longer testable, and wizards at that time could not do this, and modern wizards are even more impossible.

It's my fault that I didn't write clearly, the previous Wizard Contest will add some detailed descriptions about goblin craftsmanship.The expression about the association between the brain and the soul when Rigg drew the core was wrong, causing readers to directly equate the brain with the imprisoned soul, and it will be revised and perfected at that time.

(Note: This is definitely not arrogant. It is indeed caused by the author's mistake. I am wrong. I am wrong. I am sorry. If you have any questions, please continue to correct me.)

All of this article needs to be repaired, and there is no rush to correct the loopholes in the previous chapter.

Well, the name of the silence is not appropriate anymore, the wand is not applewood, so it is not a small apple, soft maple and hard maple can be used for guitars, the new wand is an electric guitar...

Whatever you like to call it is whatever you like, anyway, we know it well.

[-]: There is a package to evaluate and repair the process is not as complicated as mentioned before, and it will be expanded when it is revised.The complexity here is multifaceted, including remedial measures in case of emergencies such as the incompatibility between the filler and the original rod core or the deviation of the solid core.

Ⅲ: About adding handles, it really means playing a cover.However, Rig's wand is often hidden in the sleeve (every wizard has his own way of holding the wand), adding parts will drag the feel and slow down the reaction speed, so it is unnecessary.

Another [-]: I have something to explain. I originally added our QQ account. I’m sorry. That account will be used by others from next week. After using it for so long, I forgot that it belongs to the public, isn’t it? our own.

I didn't expect that the unit would suddenly come out like this o(︶︿︶)o呀~~~

In fact, I originally wanted to send an email to notify all my QQ friends (the group email has been sent), but there are many netizens in our QQ account who have not been in touch for a long time. Take care of yourself, if you don't want to...don't take the liberty to knock on the door.

I got a level 8 trumpet from a friend. If you are still willing to hook up with us, please add a new account: 1611509574. I have a question when I knock on the door. The answer is "Kalaktakusbok" - just copy it directly, don't add quotation marks.

The QQ group will be kept until this Sunday. Transferring the group seems to be very troublesome. There is no need to withdraw the package that has been added to the group. I will disband the group this Sunday.

The new group has been established, and I am very grateful to the group owner Xiaokui for contributing a high-level QQ group, otherwise our eighth-level trumpet is really difficult to move.

New group number: 213640827

Another [-]: The contact email address in the author column is still valid.

I'm really sorry to make everyone toss again.