HP's Foreign Land

This color is similar to the big black dates that I have eaten before... Heimdall wiped it again, um, it seems to be a bit like red dates now...

Should I get some pork liver tonic?At that moment, Heimdall was wild.

The anemic person looked at Heimdall non-stop, thinking that he was too scared to slow down, so he patted him on the shoulder, "It's all right."

Heimdall raised his eyes, "If I keep carrying this toxin in my body, will I become a vampire sooner or later?"

The anemic man stared at him—as if accusing him of whimsy, "How is it possible?! One bite can turn you into a vampire, and the majority of the world's population will still be human?"

It's always done that way in the movies, and since I learned that there are vampires in the magical world, those things that I see in the movies have naturally become "common sense"-self-righteous common sense.Heimdall cleared his throat and took out his handkerchief to wipe his hands.

"These poisons will kill me?" Heimdall asked.

"It won't kill you quickly. The longer you stay in the body, it may cause a certain burden on your spirit. If things go on like this..."

"How about this in the long run?" Heimdall gasped for air the most. The problem is that the older he gets, the more secretive he is. I don't know if this person in front of him is from this century.

"I remember that you wizards have a spell called 'Imperial Curse', which is listed as a high-risk spell, and it is generally forbidden to use it." The anemic person said slowly. "The one you encountered is a vampire's Imperius Curse, but it doesn't work in one move like a wizard's spell. It needs a certain amount of erosion time."

Heimdall's little face turned pale. In other words, if he wasn't an anemic person, he would have been under the Imperius Curse unknowingly. Whoever cast the spell is unknown.

Heimdall looked down at the unnaturally colored blood stains on the handkerchief, "I, I saw it with a therapist before I came here, but I didn't see anything..."

"If it can be easily diagnosed and treated by a wizard, the other party doesn't need to work so hard. Those bats are not easy to raise." People with anemia are not surprised.

Thinking of the dark clouds of bats burned into charcoal by Heliopa, the fish that slipped through the net, and the friendship and help of the anemic people, Heimdall suddenly cheered up. NND, the other party must think that the trick has succeeded, Maybe it's beautiful, and you're so mad at you, a bastard who stabs people in the back!

The anemic person couldn't help but laugh when he saw Heimdall's face constantly performing unpredictable wonderful moments. At the same time, he also understood that Heimdall did not treat him as an outsider. The anemic person raised the corner of his mouth slightly and touched his cheek affectionately hair, and said: "I won't ask the ins and outs of it, I'm not a wizard, and I'm not interested in your mess."

Heimdall just wanted to say "you are wise" to flatter him, but he continued, "I don't have anything to do today, we can get off work early."

Now Heimdall can really see that even though he is wearing a robe of the police force, he does not regard himself as a wizard at all when he moves, sits and sleeps, how reckless, so reckless that it makes wizards jealous, at least a small external clerk is out of balance .

"Will your salary be deducted?" Heimdall couldn't help asking.

Ever since he started competing with Mr. Wang, the anemic person has been taking care of him, seeing him coming and going late all day long, and going to work is as carefree as if he has retired.When will I be able to get into such a state!

"Whether that Hulk pays attention to you or not has nothing to do with me." The anemic person was straightforward.

Heimdall didn't care, he thought for a while and said, "Is there a way for you to deduce something from my wounds and toxins?"

"You want to ask if I can find out who did it?"

Heimdall nodded.

"I don't have the ability, but I know where I might be able to find out something." The anemia person said.

"Just say it directly, do you want money or something else? If you want me to help make vampires the majority of the population, then there is no need to do anything extra." His hint was not cryptic, and Heimdall could hear it.

"Just give me some of your blood." The anemic person smiled and took out a test tube-shaped glass bottle.

Heimdall handed him the wiped black and red handkerchief, and the anemic person with a relatively poor face gave him a blank look for the first time, and walked around behind to sample.

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, that's what he meant.

"Don't worry," the anemic person said slowly from behind. "There will be times when you will bleed profusely after it is done."

Heimdall was confused.

"I believe your blood will be popular." The anemic person's seemingly happy voice came again. "For vampires, Muggle blood is more delicious than wizard's blood. Our ancestors used to eat wizard's blood for a period of time and it was easy to get sick, but now there are very few Muggle blood that can meet our requirements, especially those who enter the second It's even harder to find a drop after the tenth century. That's why most vampires prefer wizards like you these days."

"Should I say with tears of gratitude: You will never give up?"

The anemic person ignored Heimdall's sarcasm, "You are a young man with a more regular life, no alcoholism, no potion abuse, and no chaos in your private life. The blood obtained from such a wizard is the cleanest and most delicious to us .”

So much can be tasted with a little blood?Heimdall was dissatisfied: "Don't pry into other people's privacy at will!"

"I can't help it. I can't control my tongue. It's instinct." The anemic person leaned over and licked his neck.

Realizing what he had done, Heimdall stared wide-eyed, turned around and swung his fist, and the anemic man covered his eyes with a cry.

Heimdall clenched his fists tightly, and said with a fake smile: "No way, I can't control my fists, it's instinct."

Almost nothing was done this afternoon, the anemic person with a dark eye circle slipped away during working hours, and grandiosely took Heimdall to an inconspicuous small bar for the whole afternoon, and he said confidently that he was beaten, Shame on people.

Heimdall didn't want to talk to him at first, and was about to sit for a while and get up to say goodbye, but he was fascinated by the anemia man's story about the vampire society, and when he thought about it, it was time to get off work, and he didn't go to the Fantastic Beasts Training Center.

He and the anemic man parted ways at the door of the bar, and the anemic man licked his lips as they said goodbye—Heimdall couldn't figure out whether this was intentional.If ordinary men do this action, if the right time and place are not in place, they will easily appear wretched. Anemic people are just the opposite.

Heimdall raised his fist expressionlessly, and squeezed it hard in front of him. The soaring and overflowing charm disappeared, and the anemic man covered his still slightly dark eyes and became honest.

Back in the woods again, Heimdall stretched his waist, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw the sparrow.

The sparrow fluttered to the ground with an extremely quick reaction, and dispelled the Animagic magic. A wizard in a hooded cloak appeared in the middle of the road—the style and color of the cloak were exactly the same as that of the intelligence team leader.This person has broad shoulders, long arms and a tall man. According to Heimdall, who is 1.7 meters tall, he is probably taller and stronger than Victor.

He bowed deeply to Heimdall, and Heimdall responded reflexively.

The wizard kept getting up, and Heimdall squeezed the wand in his hand. The wizard opposite him flipped his sleeves handsomely, and the sleeves of his robe fluttered, stirring his heart.

Looks like you're going to draw a wand?Heimdall's wand quickly pointed at him.

When the sleeves of the robe fell down, there was only a "snap", and something fell on the slightly rough stone road, jumped, and rolled to the muddy ground next to it.

Heimdall looked away, trying to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.

The person opposite turned into a sculpture in an instant, and remained motionless for a while.After a while, the other party moved a little, carefully peeking at Heimdall's expression, and then moved again.Heimdall had no choice but to pretend to turn a blind eye and let him "cautiously" pick up his wand.

"Damned!" The tall wizard was also cunning, and cast a stun spell the moment he picked up his wand.

It's a pity that the shot missed, and a beam of red light slanted into the dense forest, colliding into pools of broken light, which disappeared in an instant.

"Disarm you!" Heimdall took advantage of his stunned moment to strike.

The tall wizard's wand flew out, he hurriedly turned back to look for it, but suddenly stopped, his eyes flicked back and forth between the wand in the distance and the end of Lin Dao, and finally he gritted his teeth and flew over the treetops, disappearing trace.

Heimdall was a little astonished, wondering why he ran away without even wanting the wand, and ran to pick up the wand in three steps at a time. After waiting for a while, the owner of the wand did not show up again. At this time, there was movement on the other side of Lindao , Three people ran towards him, and Victor was the one who ran in the front.

Heimdall hid the two wands separately.

Accompanied by Victor was an agent from the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic police force. Squatting in front of each of them was a cute, blood-red dog that looked like a Papillon.Under Victor's introduction, Heimdall learned that the Bulgarian Minister of Magic attached great importance to the bat attack outside the Rhodope Manor, and specially sent police officers to patrol around the manor three times a day. Even if the source could not be found, they could still It plays a certain role in preventing micro-duration, and those two red dogs are the famous Blood-smelling Hulk.

...Is it because of them that the stupid big man ran away in a hurry?

Heimdall carefully observed the two sniffing blood. They were very quiet at the agent's feet, as if they hadn't noticed any changes.I heard that the ability to sniff blood and find out the surrounding situation is very good, the stupid big man is so well-measured, you can't be fooled by appearances.

During dinner, Snow mentioned the matter of going to the big hospital for a follow-up visit in the morning, and he still insisted on it.

Everyone at the table was looking at him, seeming to agree with what Snow said.

Heimdall took advantage of the situation to describe the diagnosis and treatment of anemia patients, and edited his wording extensively, making major matters into minor matters, and did not reveal the fact that it was equivalent to the Imperius Curse, vaguely mentioning that it might be harmful to the body.

Things didn't go according to Heimdall's desire to settle the matter, the pot still exploded, and before dinner was finished, Heimdall was pressured by his father, Snow, and Victor to the wizarding hospital in Sofia.

Heimdall got up early the next day, and when he looked in the mirror in the bathroom, he turned his back to the mirror and looked in the mirror for a long time. The mirror told him: [There is no bleeding point you mentioned, but I saw two dark reds with hairs on the edges. Cyan plaques. 】Basically consistent with what the anemia person told him about his healing, Heimdall was completely relieved.

He took out the ointment prescribed to him by the big hospital in Sofia yesterday, and just opened the lid when a hand suddenly stretched out took it.

Heimdall turned his head and saw Victor smiling at him, "I'll paint it."

[Are you going to do something indecent? !What should I do, where do you want me to hide? 】The mirror let out a scream that made people want to plug their ears. If its voice was not so excited, and its drawl was not so trembling, perhaps Heimdall would think that it was really worried about the dignity of the two of them.

"Cover it up." Victor calmly summoned the house elf.

【Oh oh oh oh, how could you treat me like this, I am a mirror, and the function of the mirror is to reflect, if you cover me, why should I look at it! ! ! 】The mirror rebelled hoarsely against the little master's decision.

It's a pity that it has no hands or feet, and it can't move its body, so the curtain still covers it.Perhaps out of sadness, or some other emotion - the mirror is very vivid - the washroom filled with morning light has returned to its original peace and silence.

After a while, the ear-piercing voice broke through the curtain and sounded again, 【Why can't I hear anything?Are you being careless?Are you kissing?Pull each other's clothes?Use your hands and feet?Who will tell me? 】In fact, the two who didn't even bother to kiss each other couldn't help but look at each other.

Noisy and unashamed mirror.

Heimdall stopped in the middle of the forest road, about 30 meters away from him, and the big stupid man stood there quietly. When Heimdall stood still, the big stupid man hurriedly bowed deeply to him.

Unlike their team leader who knelt down at every turn, he is a flexible person, no matter what his skills are, just for this alone, Heimdall gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

Heimdall took out his wand and leaned towards him, but as soon as he moved forward, he retreated violently.Heimdall moved forward step by step, and he retreated again and again.

"Do I have an infectious disease?" Heimdall asked displeased.

The other party bowed slightly and said nothing.He was obviously a tall and tall man, and Heimdall felt aggrieved when he looked at him hunched over. In desperation, he threw his wand over.

The silly big man hurriedly picked it up, he didn't seem to be a flexible person, and the wand was so thrilling that Heimdall couldn't help but sweat for him.

"Try the Disarming Charm on me." Heimdall raised his wand, "Hit it on my hand." As soon as the words fell, the tip of the wand spat out a silver light, as if expressing dissatisfaction with the master's "waiting for death".

"Be honest." Heimdall's wand muttered in a low voice, and turned to look at the big fool. "Just here, aim, don't miss it."

It took a long time for the stupid big man on the opposite side to digest the meaning of these words, and Heimdall thought to himself that it was fortunate that he got up an hour earlier and escaped from the manor before being nagged by his parents.

The silly big man didn't seem to be a person who understands coy emotions. After digesting Heimdall's words, he raised his wand and fired at Heimdall.

"Disarm you!" The mantra was recited resoundingly, it was the accuracy...

Heimdall waited for a long time, but the other party threw seven or eight disarming spells in a row, without even touching the corner of his clothes.

Could it be that all the people in the intelligence team leader's hands are like this?If this is the case, the problem is more serious.

Facing such an unbearable result, the silly big man quickly sank down, like a depressed brown bear.

"How did you graduate?" Heimdall knew that this was hurtful, but now was not the time to be hypocritical.

"I, I haven't been to a magic school..." The silly man's voice sounded thick, but the frequency of speaking was a bit strange.

Heimdall asked in surprise, "Everything is self-taught?"

The stupid big man lowered his head very low, appearing a little inferior.

"What about the Animagic magic? You also practiced it yourself?"

"I, I have been practicing since I was ten or ten years old. I have been practicing for nearly ten years."

That's quite a feat too, some wizards never make it in their lifetime.

"...Are you a little nervous?" Heimdall asked cautiously.

"No, no, I'm not, I'm not tight, I'm nervous." Unlike before, this time the silly big man understood it all at once. "I, I talk, and the words are just like this." The more anxious he stuttered, the more he stuttered.

Heimdall sighed inwardly, and quickly dropped the topic.

"Are you in charge of spying on me?" Heimdall asked.

The big stupid man froze for a moment, "...No."

Heimdall raised his eyebrows, and wanted to ask more questions, but it was a pity that it was time for work.

"Let's talk about it after I get off work."

The silly big man bowed his body, "I, I will wait for you to come back."

Heimdall nodded at him, disappearing into the apparition crackle.