HP's Foreign Land

"Thank you." Hollingworth nodded to Heimdall.

"It's late today." The warden pointed to the wastebasket next to him, and Heimdall threw the newspaper into it.

"I talked to Mr. Minister for a while." Heimdall thought there was nothing to hide, and he had a clear conscience.

The warden narrowed his eyes slightly, not hiding his displeasure. Heimdall looked at him calmly, and the atmosphere was a little stiff for a while.After a while, Heimdall lowered his eyes, lowered his eyebrows and retreated behind Hollingworth. He had already expressed his attitude. There was no need to fight with officials who were several levels older than him, and he just went as far as he could.

Anemic people have never participated in wizard disputes, leaning against the wall to watch the excitement, not trying to smooth things over, not disturbing the situation, and appearing to stay out of it.

Hollingworth raised the corners of his mouth amusedly, meeting the gaze of the still-stern warden, who turned his eyes stiffly.

Heimdall is a member of the International Wizengamot. Even if he is dissatisfied with his work, the warden cannot blatantly reprimand him. Everyone belongs to different departments.The warden of the prison is appointed by the local government and is regarded as a national cadre. Heimdall belongs to an international organization and is not a boss.

Although there was no direct conflict of interest, Hercules was so big that he couldn't look up and look down, so it was a joke for the prisoners to have a conflict.

Hollingworth is quite satisfied with Heimdall's handling. He doesn't blindly follow orders and weaken IW's morale, but he can't blindly contradict and play tricks. It's important to be careful.

When he left the prison, the boss who was in a good mood said, "Let the king go back with you today, and bring it back to work tomorrow."

Heimdall glanced at the king, and the old god of the king was walking, seemingly not worried about his own board and lodging at all, and he was sure that Heimdall would not abuse it.

After explaining a few more words in front of the gate of the Wizarding Union, and saying goodbye to each other, Hollingworth entered the gate. This workaholic never seemed to get off work on time.

"Mr. John, please stay." Heimdall stopped the anemic person who wanted to go in another direction.

The anemic man looked back at him without moving, but Heimdall hurried forward to meet him.

"Look at what I told you last time..."

In fact, Heimdall has been looking for an opportunity to ask him about the following about those Jiujiu duck bats in person recently, but this seemingly clever man doesn't know what's going on, just can't understand his hints.Heimdall felt that his eyes were almost cross-eyed, and he was still so immobile. Even if there was no progress, you should let him know.

After a while, the anemic person just said "Oh", and Heimdall felt melancholy.

"You don't forget, do you?"

"I forgot to tell you." Fortunately, people with anemia are not so heartless.

Heimdall laughed dryly, "So?"

"Leave this matter alone. Leave it to us to handle it."

Heimdall was overjoyed, isn't that just right, and it saves himself trouble and effort.Heimdall doesn't intend to seek revenge—even if he confronts him face to face, he can't return the blood he shed. Could it be possible to bite a vampire?He just wanted to prevent future troubles and prevent the same thing from happening again.

"He won't run out to do anything wrong again, will he?" Heimdall cautiously begged for assurance.

"How can eating human blood be illegal?"

Heimdall deeply felt that there was a generation gap between the two of them, so he decided to change the method, "Can you handle it well? Without the help of a wizard?"

This time, he was suspicious of the vampire's ability to handle affairs, so he took it for granted that he got a blank stare.

"That companion broke the rules, and he will be punished severely." Mr. John left this sentence very coolly and left.

Heimdall didn't have time to dwell on his faux pas, and he was determined.The anemic person told him before that the relationship between vampires and wizards is a relationship of tolerance and mutual assistance while seeking common ground while reserving differences, and no one can cross the line to meddle in other people's business.The vampire society has their own set of behavior patterns. Once a wizard or vampire violates this bottom line, it will be handled by their own people.

It's like Heimdall's Jiujiu Duck and Bat incident. The wizard drove the vampire to do evil to the wizard. The wizard came to the door. Naturally, the vampire society would not sit idly by. If the wizard decided to intervene... No one would like to see the The balance is broken.

In the final analysis, vampires are always relatively passive on the issue of right and wrong, so their reaction speed is relatively faster than wizards. It has nothing to do with other things. The main reason is that their fertility is extremely low and their population is smaller than wizards.

No wonder there is a saying: There is strength in numbers.

"Wait for me here for a while, I'll come as soon as I go." Heimdall placed the king in an inconspicuous corner of the front hall, and rushed into the elevator.

When I got to the floor, I rushed into the rest area of ​​the International Referee Council in three steps at a time. I almost bumped into the wizard who came out. I apologized to the person with a nod and bowed. After getting forgiveness, I ran to the notice board that occupied the entire wall. Stop and watch.

Team Vulcan, Team Vulcan, Team Vulcan, Team Vulcan...

Heimdall took some time to find the game situation of the Alastor Vulcan team before the announcement of the ongoing or upcoming game displayed on the global Quidditch game progress notice board.

At 60:260, the Vulcan team led by a big gap of [-] points. The Golden Snitch is still at large. Even if the opponent's Seeker catches the Golden Snitch and ends the game, I believe the Vulcan team will have the last laugh.

Heimdall smirked "hehe" at the notice board, and the wizards coming and going nearby couldn't help but look sideways.

Small garden with pond at the rear of the Rhodope estate.

"...Because of various reasons, the king will live here temporarily today, everyone should get along well." Heimdall looked at the reactions of the animals, well, he was calm and unhurried, quite general-like, not bad. "Let's disband then." She clapped her hands.

The pods were the first to rush back into the house. This is the door-to-door delivery time of the major wizard newspapers; then Xiaoba carried the little bread sister to continue their daily forest exploration, which actually ruined the foraging activities of local animals ;Only Toffee and the King are left to stare at each other, just like the martial arts masters who meet each other in ancient costume movies, put on money and put on airs, claiming to respond to all changes without change, but in fact they just put on a show and don't want to do it first to avoid being at a disadvantage .

Heimdall smiled and went back to the house to change clothes.

Passing by a window on the first floor, I found Plov standing there looking in the direction of the small garden, saw him coming, and hurriedly said: "It's not right to let Hunting Hulk stay there, Toffee is a Chimera. "One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers."

"Beating is kissing and scolding is love, let them get close first." Heimdall said heartlessly.

Plov was speechless.

"They're smart, they know how to measure, and they won't cause any problems with their lives." Heimdall is very confident in his animals.

Heimdall looked at Ke's face and was silent for a moment. Ke lowered his head nervously, and kept grabbing the protruding scoop with his big hands, but nothing could stop Heimdall from falling on his face through those few fingers that were trying to hide it. look.

Seeing his helpless sigh, Heimdall thought to himself, do I look like a big tiger?Isn't it just a few more glances, why are you afraid of being like this?

In fact, Ke's mentality is similar to that of elementary school students who feel uneasy about their fingers when they are called to the office by the teacher without finishing their homework.

"Didn't sleep well?" Heimdall said.

Ke nodded, "...sleep, can't sleep."

"What are you thinking about?"

Ke didn't speak for a while, and Heimdall just asked casually. He didn't intend to smash other people's casserole. Who didn't want to be found out, so he took out the small blackboard he brought and gestured around the room.

Ke just bowed his head in silence, and when Heimdall finally found a satisfactory place to put the blackboard, and took out a piece of chalk and put it in the hook under the blackboard, Ke Meng raised his head.

"teacher……"

Heimdall turned around and asked in surprise, "What did you call me?"

"Old, teacher!" Ke looked very solemn.

"Don't dare." Heimdall shook his hand.

Ke looked at him persistently, and Heimdall looked at him for a moment before losing the battle. This kid is really stubborn.

"You can call me Rigg." Heimdall tried to be persuasive.

"Teacher!" The sound was sonorous and forceful, and it was rare that there was no stammer.

Don't look at Mr. Stulusson's fidgeting and guilty conscience for fear of misleading his children, but he is beautiful in his heart. If it wasn't for the sake of face, he would have gone to the sky long ago.

Heimdall coughed twice pretending to be serious, as acquiescing to his new title.

"Why did you call me just now? Is there any problem?" Immediately began to put the teacher's money.

Ke raised his hands, and Heimdall was a little puzzled, but seeing Ke's serious and determined face, he expected that there must be something embarrassing, so he didn't dare to be careless, and walked over to sit next to him.

To be honest, Heimdall didn’t take this pair of gloves seriously from the beginning to the end. It’s not uncommon to see these things recently. It seems that wizards who are related to Grindelwald love to wear them, as if they are a kind of organizational clothing, similar to uniforms , so when I first saw that Coe was wearing gloves and an intelligence organization cloak, I didn't take it seriously.

Is it not?

Coe took off his gloves, revealing a pair of rough hands, his fingers were thick, the fingertips were flat and square, and the nails were trimmed bald.Heimdall turned his hands over and over, but found nothing.

"Here, here." Ke showed him the back of his hand, but there was still nothing.

Heimdall was puzzled for a while, but seeing his affirmative face, he thought for a while, took out his wand, pointed the tip of the wand at the back of his hand, and said softly, "It may hurt a little, bear with it."

At the same moment as Coe nodded, a ball of bright silver light burst out from the wand and landed on the back of his hands. The backs of his hands seemed to be roasted on a raging fire, exuding burning pain, and the pain became more intense as time went by.

The golden light suddenly gushed out from the back of the hand, and Heimdall's face changed, increasing the output of magic. The gold and silver collided fiercely, like two armored warriors fighting close to each other, and the gold and iron horses were about to explode.

The skin on the back of his hand was in pain like tearing, and Ke groaned intermittently. Beads of sweat slid from his forehead. He clenched his teeth and restrained the urge to withdraw his hand.

Heimdall was also sweating. He looked at Ke with a painful face, and said, "Why don't you forget it? It's too late to stop now. Even if you cry later, I will continue."

Co shook his head.

"Okay." Heimdall's gaze fell back to the back of his hand, not daring to relax the strength in his hand. The two balls of light fought fiercely, mixing and blending together, flickering, gold and silver, until the silver light cluster Suddenly seizing the opportunity and shining brightly, Heimdall gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Give, me, come, come!!!"

All the beauty fell apart at that moment, shattered into pieces, scattered, and no longer existed.

Two dark golden triangular totems suddenly appeared on the backs of the originally empty hands. A dark red halo like blood flowed on the surface, and the halo was fleeting, bringing out a brilliant golden tail.

NND, it turned out to be this thing. Ever since he was plotted against by the saints, Heimdall suffered from triangular manic depression, and when he saw this shape, he became angry.

Ke looked at the two golden triangles without blinking, as if seeing them for the first time.

It suddenly occurred to me that the people in the intelligence organization didn’t have this thing on the back of their hands, they just wore a pair of gloves with similar functions, and Ke’s was like stamping a pig’s qualification stamp, it was directly tapped on the skin. People are not of the same class.

"Didn't you say you're not a saint?" Heimdall squinted at the two triangles, and the more he looked at them, the less beautiful his mood became.

"I, I'm not, I'm not..." Kopp Heimdall misunderstood that he was lying, and was very anxious.

"Who put this up for you?" Heimdall asked.

"I don't, I don't know..." Ke looked puzzled. "After I understand and become sensible, I will have it and have it. Mom, my mother said that I can't send it to other people or discover it."

Ordinary people can't see it, and not all wizards can perceive it. Isn't wearing gloves a little bit here?Thinking of Ke's identity, Heimdall understood a little more. It was more reassuring for him to wear gloves than not.

As for the person who stamped it...

It won't be his grandfather, his grandfather is gone, if it's his father... If it's his father, it will be easy to solve.Regardless of whether his father is alive or not, he has already been in prison and half buried in the ground. If Heimdall erases this sign, even if his father notices it, it will be beyond his reach and powerless.

I'm afraid it was written by BOSS himself. Then I thought about it, so what if it was done by Grindelwald himself. Now the saints' activities are gradually on the rise. After so many years of slack in world peace, the police force in various countries is weak, and they have been exploited by the saints. There are many opportunities for illegal assemblies, and Grindelwald would have come out early if he wanted to make a comeback.

He also thought of Ke's strange look when he saw the Golden Triangle just now, and that he hadn't shown it once in so many years, which shows... Heimdall felt relieved.After a long time of psychological training for myself, I still didn't dare to challenge the boss of the National People's Congress head-on, just in case he happened to be free... so I decided to save the country with a curve.

Heimdall's wand has not been withdrawn, the main reason is that he forced out the positioning spell, if he did not operate it carelessly, Ke's hands would be useless.That's right, in Heimdall's view, this specious spell seems to be very close to the positioning spell. He once consulted Lucius about the Dark Mark. Based on the combination of Lucius' description and the book, Heimdall believes that the Dark Mark works much like a location spell.

Voldemort himself was a radar. He marked the Death Eaters with the Dark Mark. In fact, he used this method to control their actions. Otherwise, he would not have received a full response from the Death Eaters, and it would be impossible to call them at any time. (PS: These are all made up by myself, just take a look and take it seriously.)

Ko's is more complicated than the usual Dark Mark, but the principle should be the same.

Heimdall's wand is connected to the symbol on the back of the hand, and it can be seen that the two are connected by a golden string.

"I'll change it for you, but it still hurts, so bear with it," Heimdall said.

Co nodded, with a look of complete trust, and Heimdall expressed the pressure.

The silver light is continuously sent to the back of Ke's hand through the gold string, and the golden triangle that penetrates the back of the hand is gradually dimmed under the erosion of the silver light. In resisting the assimilation of silver light to golden light.

This time, the bitter scene repeated itself, sweating and crying, and the two of them looked tragic again.

Heimdall slanders Grindelwald, why don't you do serious business, what are you doing with such a complicated and tricky Golden Triangle? !Do not do business! ! !

Tossing and turning bad things about Grindelwald in his stomach, when he cursed No. 16 times, the golden light finally dissipated, and the dark red halo melted and collapsed surrounded by silver light.

Heimdall breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had run a [-]-meter marathon, he was exhausted and sweaty, and he would be dehydrated after a while.

The big BOSS is the big BOSS, and it is not something that ordinary people can guess. Changing a positioning spell made him suffer so much, Heimdall thought that he would not be able to do anything recklessly in the future.

Ke ignored the pain, and opened his eyes wide open with black eye circles and bloodshot swollen eyes. He saw the pair of golden triangles. Extremely slow and careful, just like the slow motion in a movie, one frame after another, but it touches people's sensitive nerves, at least Ke held his breath nervously.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sky outside has been blackened, and the new logo is formed on the back of Ke's hand.

A pair of Mobius infinity totems shone with silver light. (That's this ∞)

Ke stared at them blankly, feeling a little overwhelmed for a while.

Just as Ke was stunned, the gold-to-silver string quietly fell off the back of his hand, drawing silver waves in the air, tumbling into the tip of Heimdall's wand, and the wand snapped after devouring all the silver light There was a burst of silver fire, which seemed to say "I'm full".

Seeing that Coe was still in a daze, Heimdall asked him to take out his wand. Although Coe couldn't turn his head, he was still obedient and followed suit immediately. The tip of the wand was aimed at Mobius, who had slowly faded from the back of his hand, leaving only a little bit of starlight.

"Talk about the teacher," Heimdall said.

"Say old, teacher..."

Heimdall wiped the sweat from his brow with black threads, and said again, "Teacher."

"teacher……"

In the next second, Mobius leaped out like a new continent that was silent at the bottom of the water, and emerged with a clear outline on the back of his hand.

At the same moment, the tip of Heimdall's wand was shining with silver light.

Ke Hanhan looked at Mobius on the back of his hand, and then at Heimdall's wand. After a while, he grinned, his small swollen eyes sparkling, just as bright as Mobius on the back of his hand.