HP's Foreign Land

The king was willing to eat, and as soon as Heimdall entered that floor, the staff ran over happily and muttered to him as if offering a treasure, with joy in the corners of their eyes and brows, as if it was not an animal, but his own child .

"Great, you can finally rest assured." Heimdall followed his words and paid tribute to his hard work.

The staff kept nodding happily, and dragged Heimdall to see the king.

Sure enough, the king was eating quickly, chewing meat. When he saw Heimdall, he froze for a moment, but immediately lowered his head and continued eating, as if he didn't want to talk to Heimdall.

Heimdall was used to being ignored by it, so he pulled a chair and sat in front of its cage.I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the king splashed the blood froth from eating raw meat, and the coagulated blood splashed to Heimdall's feet, sticking to the shoe surface; At the bottom of his trousers, Heimdall didn't even raise his eyebrows.

Want to use these to show him off?Heimdall is calm. There are two Chimeras in his family.Especially the big one, who turned a blind eye to death, and would only eat it if he had to let it out alive for it to kill. Every time it ate, it was like a slaughterhouse.

The king shook his head for a long time, and Heimdall's trousers began to drip blood, but the owner of the trousers remained unchanged. The king finally recognized the reality and stopped wasting all his troubles.

"I came across a large group of bats." Heimdall suddenly began to speak. "It was black and dense. Before I could react, they rushed up and surrounded me. I was weak alone, and I couldn't exert myself. The bat bit me." Pulling down the collar sideways, the two looked shocking. In fact, there were no serious blood spots, and then he quickly closed the collar of his shirt, regardless of whether Hulk could see it clearly.

Heimdall said again, "If someone around me had been vigilant at the time, maybe I could have taken precautions earlier, and I wouldn't have left a bloody hole in my neck, and I almost couldn't come back."

The king looked at him with serious eyes, lowered his head, and licked the blood stains on his front paws with his tongue, not knowing what he was thinking.

Heimdall is not a god, so he can't read its mind. After a moment of silence, he said, "It would be nice if there was one that smelled blood."

The king paused for a moment.

Heimdall pretended to be ignorant, and shook his head regretfully, "Blood-smelling is extremely sensitive to changes in the surroundings. If there was a warning from blood-smelling, I would have been prepared earlier."

The king raised his head. If it could express emotions like a human being, the king must have sneered at Heimdall by now. Heimdall's admiration for smelling blood made him quite disapproving.

Although they are both members of the Hulk family, the Hulk has a huge variety of bloodlines, and there is no solid kinship relationship between the Hulks. Unlike humans, they do not have the same family consciousness of the same origin.

Hulks are not born pets, and their purpose of birth is not to make fun for wizards. They are wild and unruly in their bones. Sometimes the relationship between Hulk and Hulk is more like a competitive relationship. They all have a strong desire to express themselves. , No one buys anyone's account.As the fighter in the Hulk, the hunting Hulk is like the superstructure in the Hulk system, so naturally he looks down on the "pet" who only pretends to be cute but has no fighting ability.

"Eat slowly." Heimdall didn't get too entangled, nor did he show the urgency in his heart. Animals are sometimes more sensitive than humans, and some things are enough.

"It's all over so soon?" The anemic person who seemed to have been wandering away was surprised.

"I have other classes." When Heimdall said goodbye to the staff, the staff seemed hesitant to speak.

"What's the problem?" Heimdall asked.

"Actually..." the staff glanced at the king a few times and said in a low voice. "The last batch of blood sniffing has a balance. I originally ordered seven, but the other party only ordered six, and there is one more." The police force asked them to smell blood at the beginning. Now that there is a surplus, it is reasonable to let them know .

Heimdall understood why he hesitated, afraid of changing his mind.Although the training center has made it clear that it is willing to serve the king all the time, hunting is not a thing in the pool, and it is locked in a cage every day waiting to die. This makes the king who once fought in the battlefield feel very embarrassed.

"Smelling blood? That's great!" Heimdall turned up the volume suddenly, and followed the anemic person into the elevator as if nothing had happened under the stare of the staff.

The big, stupid guy was named Co. Heimdall asked what his last name was. He hesitated for a moment and said, "De, Dana, Nagy, Co, Co. Denagy."

Heimdall looked at him for a while, "Denagy?"

Silly big man, no, Ke nodded with a heavy face.

Heimdall didn't have much reaction afterwards, and Coe breathed a sigh of relief. Heimdall thought amusedly that he had written everything on his face. How was he selected into the intelligence organization in the first place?Moreover, his appearance is very distinctive, which runs counter to the intelligence organization's original intention of selecting candidates who fall into the crowd and cannot be found.

Ke is not handsome, nor is he handsome. On the contrary, he is ugly.Ke's forehead is very high, as if a brick has been smashed and swelled up, and his hairline is also set back. At first glance, he looks a little bald.The eyes are small, the eyelids are swollen, the face is very round, the bridge of the nose is flat, the tip of the nose is also round, the mouth is a bit big, and a front tooth has been lost, and the air leaks when I smile-it is said that when I was a child, I was hit by a magic spell and the blood flowed all over my face. The front teeth that were knocked out in the future will never grow back—in general, he is not the ugliest Heimdall has ever seen, but he is the most impressive.

Ke is indeed ugly, but his eyes are very clean, not pure, but clean. His eyes are full of concentration when he looks at everything. Combined with that swollen steamed bun face, he is really naive and silly.Heimdall told him how to use the Disarming Curse. After just 10 minutes of explanation, he got a great sense of satisfaction from Ke's dedicated eyes.

He listened very carefully, maybe confused, maybe puzzled, maybe slow to absorb.There is no doubt that he is a stupid bird, a serious stupid bird. If you are patient and tireless, the teacher will definitely get an extraordinary sense of accomplishment from him.

Heimdall talked to him about the Disarming Curse for an hour, but he still seemed half-understood, so Heimdall had to teach him how to use this magic step by step. Unexpectedly, his hands-on ability was stronger than his ability to absorb cultural knowledge. It is more than twice as fast, although it is still slower than ordinary students in the school.

Coe successfully knocked Heimdall's wand away for the first time before he realized what he had just done. A silly smile appeared on his face, and his swollen eyes could not be found. Ordinary people react slowly, but fortunately, they are just slow, not unreasonable.

It's a pity that the god of chance only favored him once, and he never succeeded again.Ke seemed to be obsessed, trying again and again, failing again and again, even so, he was not discouraged.

Heimdall somewhat understood why he was able to practice Animagic magic.

Before leaving, Heimdall babbled again about the trick of the Disarming Curse. Even the posture of waving the wand was practiced by Ke several times. As he kept on talking, Ke became more and more convinced of him, and the look in his eyes gradually changed qualitatively, as if there were stars twinkling and rippling inside...

"I, I'm leaving..." Ke looked around suddenly, and there was a shrewd look on his face.

Is there a way for him to detect the traces of smelling blood?Considering that he is a member of the intelligence organization, it is not surprising that he has specialties that others do not have.

"Okay then, tomorrow morning at the same time and place."

Ke nodded solemnly, lowered his head and bowed deeply, and Heimdall bowed to return the salute.

"No, no, no..." Ke hurriedly waved his hand, and before Heimdall could ask, the form flew away.

Heimdall closed his eyes and raised his head. The sun passed through the treetops and passed through the green leaves and hit his face. The afternoon heat was gone, and the afterglow of the setting sun was as warm as spring.

In disbelief, Heimdall opened his eyes, assuming Co hadn't lied to him.

Eastwell Denagy, who died in 1947, was one of the unforgivable death row prisoners drafted by the International Wizengamot, and ranked third among the top ten death row prisoners. The death penalty notice signed by Justice Gironde in that year .He is Grindelwald's right-hand man and a loyal follower. Even if he is notorious and scolded for thousands of years, he is definitely a figure who can leave a mark in history. Grindelwald publicly recognizes his superior strength as a powerful dark wizard.

Denaghi's son is also a saint, and he is now being held in the wizard prison on the Mid-Atlantic Ridge—Heimdall has looked through the prisoner files in recent years, and he is sure that he has not seen the detention situation of this man, and he does not know if he is still there world.

Misfortune does not harm the family, and the crime does not burden the descendants. When I think of the notorious and murderous Denaji having such a grandson... God actually likes to joke, and he is quite unwilling to be lonely.

This morning, when Heimdall was being sent out, Victor suddenly hugged him from behind, and asked seemingly inadvertently, "Honey, what have you been up to these days?" He muttered and kissed his ears and neck.

Heimdall has been "privately giving and receiving" with Ke for more than half a month, and he has also left early and returned late for more than half a month.

Heimdall doesn't think that this matter can be concealed forever, nor does he think that Victor, who gets along with him day and night, will always be unaware. Be regular.

"Nothing," Heimdall said calmly. "I've been secretly dating a certain man."

The arms around him tightened suddenly, and the kiss stopped.

"Are you kidding?" Victor's voice came from behind, with no emotion.

Heimdall struggled a bit, Victor tightened his grip, and finally took a step back.

Heimdall turned back, "Of course, otherwise what do you think?"

Victor gave a short noncommittal smile, without being wordy, "What's going on?"

Heimdall completed what was not said at the beginning, and patched it up firmly, and the master's face turned dark all of a sudden, as if a storm was about to come.

Victor held Heimdall and turned around on the spot, pulled off his back collar, and rubbed his fingers on the plaques that could not be seen clearly without careful identification.

"At that time, you said that the instructor got a bat to remove the poison for you."

See, one lie stands up, and thousands of lies follow.

Now that he has spoken, Heimdall doesn't intend to lie to him again, "He just bit the two holes and bleed some black blood, it's really nothing, don't you see now—ah!!!"

Heimdall shrank his painful shoulders and turned around quickly.

"You you you you...you bite me..." Heimdall's horror and grievances, why can't they get past his neck? !

Heimdall couldn't see it himself, it was really a deep and ruthless tooth mark, and the blurred plaque could not be found under the cover of the tooth mark.

"It's not just that place that I want to bite." When the master said this, his expression was unusually calm. The problem was that his voice was jumping out abruptly, his eyes were like two steel knives that cut iron like mud, and he was still breathing coldly.

Heimdall lowered his eyebrows and snapped his fingers, "It's rare that you are free, why don't we take a walk in the forest together, and have a poetic look?"

Although he doesn't want to admit it, Heimdall still feels that if things go on like this, the future is bleak, and he is definitely a strict wife.

It seemed that the atmosphere was a little stiff after the meeting, and Heimdall stepped forward to introduce them to each other.Heimdall expressed regret in his heart that there was no eager and friendly picture of stepping forward and shaking each other's palms up and down, or even nodding each other.

"Denagy? Eastville Denagy?" I don't know if the surname Denagy is rare, but Victor knew the truth as soon as he opened his mouth.

Kosher flinched, but didn't shake his head in denial.

Victor looked at Heimdall, "Just for him?"

"Ke never went to a magic school, I'll tell him about it when I have time." Heimdall rubbed his nose.

"Why didn't I know you liked being a teacher?" Victor raised his eyebrows.

Heimdall shook his head, "I didn't think about this, I just wanted to teach suddenly."

Victor went to look at the department again, "So you are also a saint?"

"I'm not, I'm..." Ke quickly shook his head with a serious expression.

Heimdall pulled Victor, and whispered in his ear: "Look at him like this, how could he be a saint? A saint will either." Saints should also have interviews and other screening, not so-called close ministers Well, Grindelwald is also a person who cares about face.

Heimdall once used the words of Ke, as if he had been in contact with wizards who regarded themselves as saints before, and looked down on him very much.In front of such majestic wizards—in fact, Heimdall is very strange, do those saints know that it will be the 21st century in a few years—Kodo is probably inferior and cannot hold his head up. His grandfather was so famous.

"I heard that. He seems to reject the saints, and he doesn't like to hear people mentioning his grandparents and Grindelwald. I didn't ask about the specific situation."

Victor glanced at Ke on the opposite side without any trace, and looked at them with a swollen steamed bun face eagerly, with a nervous expression on his face.

"You do trust him."

"I have eyes, I have judgment, and I can inquire," Heimdall said. "He lives in Bulgaria now, and he feels Bulgaria is safe. Do Grindelwald's 'little cuties' feel the same way? Because I can't find a job in the wizarding world, I work for Muggles, in a 24-hour convenience store work the night shift."

"How did he come here? Don't tell me he got lost."

As soon as Heimdall heard him teasing him, he knew he was finally relieved, so he smiled, "Maybe I have a face that makes people uneasy, and the intelligence organization that surrendered to me asked Ke to monitor me, of course , If I go to question them, they will definitely not admit it, and nine out of ten will say that they are protecting me."

"Didn't you say that he is not Grindelwald's 'cute'?" Victor found this description very interesting.

"He is not even a member of the intelligence organization. Your country's methods of attacking saints are very severe. Ordinary Grindelwald followers dare not come here casually, so they have to find a shield to use them." Heimdall said. "Ke told me that people from the intelligence organization would go to him once every ten days and ask him to report on his work. Through this, he could screen the intelligence and gain insight into my every move. One of the functions of intelligence is to be able to accurately predict, and Ke will Get a small income from them."

Victor raised an eyebrow, "He didn't say anything?"

"Although Ke's reaction is a bit slow, it's not that he has no brains. Anyway, he is such an old man, he can weigh the pros and cons, and he has his own judgment on what to say and what not to say."

Victor seemed jealous, "You believe him." The evaluation was also high.

Heimdall heard the joke in his words, but was silent for a moment, "After all, I am using him just like the people from those intelligence organizations."

Victor touched his face, "It's different, you are cultivating him, not using him."

"I know you're teasing me, but I'm very happy." Heimdall smiled, and said, "The people in the intelligence organization don't seem to take my activities in Bulgaria seriously, otherwise they wouldn't have found me. It’s a weak link in their deployment and it should remain weak, and I think they’re more focused on what happens when I leave Bulgaria. They’ve got people in Belgium for sure.”

"Do you want me..." Victor hinted.

"If I can't handle it, I'll come to you," Heimdall took Victor's hand, and kissed him lightly on his fingertips. "So I won't ask you who that peacock blue is. The secret is distance, and distance creates beauty. We should keep a little distance and keep being beautiful."

Victor narrowed his eyes, and Heimdall grinned.

"I'm leaving, the same old time, the same place, use these few hours to carefully ponder what I just said, and I will do random checks when I come back." Heimdall waved to Co, and blew a coquettish kiss to the master, apparating up.

Ke bowed down, respectfully paid tribute, and left in disguise.

Victor stood quietly in the forest for a while, thinking of something, the corners of his mouth curled up.

A person appeared silently behind him. This person was dressed in a bright peacock blue robe, gorgeous and bright, with a weird mask that fit perfectly with the theme of the Venice Carnival on his face.

The "peacock blue" Heimdall said was exactly this person.

"He found me?" Peacock Blue couldn't believe it. "How is it possible? My concealment ability is absolutely foolproof, which is rare in the world."

"Rare is more strange." Victor said flatly, disapproving of Peacock Blue's narcissism. "He can even detect the red hat, so what are you?!"

"Red hat? Steady black, plus bright red, hell, can something so tasteless compare to me?" Peacock Blue shivered exaggeratedly. "You're belittling me, you're belittling yourself, and you know, I'm working for you."

Victor paused as he moved forward, "The thing I regret the most in my life is that I failed to resist your nagging, listened to your self-recommendation, let you go in and out by my side all day long, and called you a personal bodyguard."

Peacock Blue let out a hoarse smirk, "We signed a contract with wizards, and it's not so easy to get rid of me."

Victor ignored him.

"Hey, tell me, do you want to find out who your baby is in contact with, what he does, and what he says every day, so that you can grasp—" Peacock Blue's voice suddenly stopped when Victor turned around. And stop.

Victor's expression remained unchanged, and the hostility in his eyes was shocking.

"If you dare to make up your own mind..." Then there was no more text.

The understatement of half a sentence shocked Peacock Lan into a cold sweat.

"I understand. I'm sorry. Mr. Kroom, I promise there will never be a next time."