HP's Foreign Land

The big bats, well, the night watchmen among vampires—the Auror equivalent to wizards, the armed police to Muggles—are actually constantly watching out for those of their own kind who are striving to violate the system.Vampires are not human beings, there is no legal enforcement, let alone moral constraints.Vampires cannot harm Muggles and wizards. Once they cause harm to humans, the moral and legal pressure mainly comes from the wizarding world.

To put it bluntly, vampires don’t think harming humans—the harm here mainly refers to the physical harm caused by excessive drinking of human blood—is a crime. Humans are food machines for them, just like humans eat livestock, and big animals eat small animals. This is the food chain.

A considerable number of vampires are not fond of wizards. Human beings can eat animal meat to satisfy their appetites as much as possible. Why do they keep curbing their appetites again and again? !The most incomprehensible thing for vampires is that wizards even have to intervene and condemn them for sucking Muggle blood.

Unreasonable!

Vampires pay attention to internal unity, because they have a long life span and extremely slow population growth, which makes them have a sense of responsibility for the personal safety of their kind.Therefore, the current situation is that if the other party does not act out of line, it is inconvenient for the night watchmen to take action, and the wall covered with photos is actually the object of the night watchmen's secret attention.

The night watchmen quickly called a few of the same kind to clean up the scene. Heimdall watched them rushing in and out without saying a word. In fact, these things could be done with a single magic, but he just pretended to be deaf and dumb and chose to turn a blind eye.

It is expected that these vampires would not dare to speak to him.

At the same time, under the leadership of John, they and the four night watchmen left the bar full of monsters through another door.The night wind was blowing towards us with a hint of coolness, and Heimdall took a deep breath comfortably in the night wind.

Beside a row of cast iron wall lamps spaced one meter apart, the night watchmen chatted quickly with John. The orange light shone on their faces, and their pale faces were covered with a thin layer of warm tones, which floated on the surface. It couldn't penetrate and blend with the skin color, but instead became a mask, diluting their facial features, but highlighting their cold light-colored eyes, like a eerie grimace mask.

Heimdall was impatient to hear them babbling in French, obviously bullying him for being illiterate in French.

"Show me the picture," said Heimdall.

The chattering stopped abruptly, and the night watchmen turned to him one after another. Heimdall regained his balance in an instant, and repeated calmly, "Show me that photo."

The night watchmen were bewildered.

Don’t understand, right? Heimdall was terrified. Vampires are no big deal. They couldn’t even understand Russian.Director Sturluson originally had a plan. If these vampires happened to understand Russian, he would change to Chinese. The world is so big, there will always be times when they are "illiterate"!

Heimdall raised his eyebrows and said in English, "Show me that photo."

John is in charge of delivery, and it seems that other vampires don't want to get close to him.

Heimdall picked up the photo and looked it up against the light of the wall lamp. The criminal was a woman.Heimdall couldn't help but want to scold her mother. It turned out that these guys knew the criminals' actions well and knew that she committed another crime. If Heimdall didn't come to her, they would probably let it go.

The light from the neon lights hit the lime mottled gable wall, leaving zigzagging light and shadows, and the small transom on the upper level contained a small amount of light, forming a shiny long circle on the glass, like an eye.

Their behavior seemed to be shrouded under this eye, and Heimdall disliked the feeling of being secretly monitored and manipulated.

Judging from the nearby architectural patterns and the mental outlook and clothing of the people who pass by the alley every now and then, the living conditions here are much higher than those in Ko’s. above.

The house that has been included in the surveillance of the night watchmen is located in this densely populated area. It is a three-story wooden structure old building with a dispirited temperament. It is hidden among the continuous high-rise buildings, ambush in the traffic, and waits for an opportunity to move.

He made an agreement with the vampires that their kind would be brought back by themselves for discipline, and all he needed were hostages.

"I hope I don't run into a scavenger." Before the action, the night watchmen murmured past him.

Deliberately using a language he understands is to turn the hot potato on him. Heimdall understands what they mean, and the risk on the wizard side is entirely borne by Heimdall.

Heimdall did not comment.

The actions of vampires are erratic, no matter what kind of ground they are on, they are like walking on flat ground, no wonder they will go straight to the roof beams whenever there is a crisis.They can see at night and don’t need to turn on a lamp at all, but Heimdall can’t. In order not to startle the snake, he can only stumble behind and wait for his eyes to adapt. At this moment, he really misses the pair he and Harry used. magic glasses.

"Found him!" A vampire exclaimed in front.

Damn!God-like teammates!God-like speed!Heimdall couldn't help complaining.

There were rustling sounds one after another, and it seemed that the night watchmen were swarming forward. Heimdall, the laggard, kept a strict and uniform speed. There was no way, who made him a human and not a ghost.

Could it be that he has died... Heimdall was suddenly picked up by the back of the neck while he was thinking wildly, and the scene changed quickly in the dark, and he came to the room where the hostage was found.

Ordinary furnishings, half-new furniture, a slightly messy bed, and the boy was lying on the bed.

A candle lamp was lit in this room, and under the dim light, Heimdall noticed that the boy's face was pale, and he was breathing more than he was taking in, as if he was dying.His neck was covered with pairs of blood holes, bleeding down in pairs, some had dried up and turned black, some were bright and dazzling, shocking.

"Save him!" Heimdall said to the Night's Watch.

The vampires didn't move, they just stood aside, ignoring his words.

MD!Those who are not of my race must have a different heart!

Heimdall believes that the current situation has risen to the issue of maintaining the dignity of wizards.

Thinking of this, his heart became ruthless, and John couldn't help but feel chills when he saw their eyes start to look bad. These vampires had just experienced his machine gun shooting, and they probably had a long memory from those cold eyes. They kept silent, but Very backbone is not moving.

"Why is there one more person?" Heimdall squinted his eyes, as if all the candlelight in the room was cast into his eyes, and the sly sharpness flickering with stars stimulated the sensitive nerves of the night watchmen.

For as long as a century, in fact, it was only the blink of an eye. The overwhelmed redundant person was tricked out, turned into a huge bat in the dim light, and rushed towards the gate.

Heimdall did not say a word and the incarnation followed, and the night watchmen wanted to stop him. After all, he was a member of the police force, and he had accepted the concept of saving lives and healing the wounded, and upholding justice. Mr. John was very conscious to stop his kind from going back on his word.

The same kind bared their fangs at him unceremoniously, and issued a warning that only they could understand. John smiled wryly in his heart, and now he himself was involved.

There was a crackling sound from the next door, and the Watchmen pushed John away and rushed out of the room.

A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the floor of the next room, and broken glass was scattered all over the floor. At this moment, the fight between the big bat and the white falcon made the room full of dust. The glow of the neon lights was channeled on the wall opposite the transom, and dense ash flickering in the beams hovered over the bats and kestrels.

The night watchmen are in a hurry, Qiqi is going to rescue the disgraced bat under the white falcon, one of the white falcon's claws is on the bat's head, and the hook-like toes are hanging around the big bat's eyes. The vampires all stopped again.

Bai Falcon yelled harshly, with a sharp and piercing voice. John understood what he meant, and turned around silently to go to the next door. The other night watchmen stopped for a moment, and finally followed to rescue the human boy.

The big bat trapped under him took the opportunity to struggle, and the hook of the other paw of the white falcon pierced into the bat's flesh effortlessly, and the bat immediately calmed down.

Half an hour later, Heimdall took out the photo that Buta had stuffed in while his companion was unaware, and took a long time to take a photo of the fluorescent light on the front of the wand, and then slowly pointed it at the face of the comatose boy for a long time, meticulously even the corners of the eyes Not a single mole is spared.

That's right, it's this person.

The vampires who were three steps away from them knew that he was putting on a show, but they dared not speak out, and almost popped their eyes.The vampire lady who was crushed by Heimdall before was now being supported by her companions with a ferocious face, and stared at Heimdall with gritted teeth, wishing to eat her flesh and drink her blood.

Originally there was still a bit of beauty, but it was a pity that it was all destroyed by the evil spirit.

Judging from the actions of the night watchmen who did not hesitate to break their promises and protect this lady openly, this woman's status among vampires is definitely not low.The IQ is definitely not high. In the past, vampires were afraid of avoiding the small troubles of ordinary wizards, but she jumped into the ranks of scavengers and dominated the wizarding world. What she did and the clues she left, As if she was afraid that others would not know that she was a vampire.I don't know if I was used as a gun by the scavengers!

"It's no wonder that I asked you to check you, but you delayed again and again, and finally paid it off." Heimdall squinted at John.

John touched his nose, but said nothing.Although a vampire is like a wizard, he can't get rid of the barrier between mixed blood and pure blood in his life. There are some things he can't participate in, some things he doesn't have room for him to speak, and some issues he can't justify.

Heimdall "finally" finished the inspection, nodded seemingly satisfied, turned to look at the female vampire, and threatened without hesitation, "If you dare to say anything superfluous to anyone..." He still doesn't want to talk to the scavengers. If there is any conflict, I don't want them to miss me.

The female vampire shrank her shoulders.

Seeing that the effect was achieved, Heimdall gave John a look, told him to hug the boy, turned around and left.

"Your blood must be disgusting and hard to drink!" The female vampire couldn't restrain herself after all, and shouted at his back.

Perhaps such insults to a vampire can be described as a great shame.

Heimdall failed to comprehend the essence. He was angry at first, and this woman who did whatever she wanted just didn't know how to reflect on it, but she just made a fuss about it.

"MD owes a lesson, right?!" Waving his magic wand, he turned around vigorously.

The female vampire turned around and ran away with a piercing scream.

Heimdall pointed his middle finger at her back, ignored her, and left there with John.

The female vampire was going to die or live and ran forward in a mess in the wind. Her mental state... It is estimated that she was abused by Heimdall just now.

The faces of the night watchmen are all numb, and the embarrassment has crossed the border.

"W-Where am I..." The boy woke up once on the way, with his eyes wide open, and his eyes stopped on Heimdall, who fell into the field of vision as soon as he opened his eyes.

"It's not there, I'm dreaming!" Heimdall knocked him unconscious. He originally wanted to use the Stunning Charm, but he was concerned about using less magic on Muggle territory.

John pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, and Heimdall said, "Laugh if you want, it's so uncomfortable to hold back."

"You are also so cruel to the same kind." John's mouth curled up.

"So don't worry about it, don't you feel a lot more balanced?!" Heimdall said.

John was so choked by him that he stopped talking to him casually.

Buta had been waiting downstairs for news regardless of his companion's obstruction. When the figures of Heimdall and Johann appeared in front of him, dappled light and shadow hit them alternately, making their faces flickering and confusing, and Buta was a little daunting. He didn't dare to move for a long time, until the two of them walked up to the front, they walked up quickly as if kicking something away suddenly.

"Thank you, thank you so much." Buta's eyes were red again after hearing John say that her companion was fine. The number of times the girl cried in the past two days was more than that accumulated in the past few years.

When going upstairs, Heimdall passed her by without changing his expression, leaving a sentence, "Let's talk later."

Buta's heart moved, and he followed them upstairs as if nothing had happened.

The successful rescue of the teenager caused great shock to the other teenagers. Heimdall watched them for a while while they were surprised, or panicked, or complicated and deep bored emotions leaked out. satisfied.

It's also thanks to the fact that these teenagers don't know much about the wizarding world, lack knowledge, experience, and sophistication, all of which gave Heimdall the capital to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail.It is to make them fearful, afraid, only in this way they will not make troubles, even if they do make troubles, they will have more worries, and will not take advantage of his absence to plot against his apprentice without any scruples.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away, and Heimdall is already preparing for not being able to take care of subjects after the start of school.Being a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of his life, in addition to thinking about his own future, Director Strulusong now has to learn to make plans for his apprentices.

Heimdall didn't stay with them. John left him behind. Heimdall exchanged glances with Buta when no one else was paying attention. The girl turned around and blended into her companions calmly.

Heimdall went to Co's room, and the big man was still working at the convenience store.

He sat in the empty room for a while, took out the magic mirror and reported to Victor that he was safe, and then refused to say more, telling his boyfriend to rest early.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the silver screen passes through the window, and the small room is clear and rippling, and the room is full of soft light.

It was at this time that Buta knocked on the door. Heimdall waved his wand, and the door opened. Buta tiptoed in, pushed the door open, and gently closed the door.

There was no light in the room. Heimdall was sitting in front of the window under the moonlight. The shadows of the branches danced on his hair and shoulders. With the light behind him, he couldn’t see his expression clearly, but he could feel him watching him. Buta swallowed nervously. Swallow.

"Sit." Finally Heimdall broke the silence.

Buta's posture was slightly stiff, and he didn't hesitate in his steps. He quickly came to Heimdall and sat down.

She saw Heimdall's face clearly, without any of the expressions she imagined, and Buta became more and more disturbed.

"I don't believe you." Heimdall looked into her eyes, and the girl's eyes flinched at his words.

Heimdall said again, "You don't believe me either."

The girl shook her head to open her mouth, but Heimdall raised her hand, she closed her mouth awkwardly, and changed her sitting position, looking a little restless.

Heimdall didn't have any preference for appreciation in this aspect, so he quickly said, "You are very smart, and you are also clever. I appreciate such a person, and you can understand everything."

Buta's gloomy face lit up, and the eyes he looked at Heimdall suddenly had a different brilliance.

Heimdall sighed in his heart, this little girl is really smart, and her brain turns quickly.

"I can teach you magic." Heimdall promised clearly.

Buta's eyes widened, his chest heaved violently, as if he couldn't breathe.

"But you must promise me one thing."

Buta swallowed his dry throat and calmed down for a while, "Please tell me." His voice was hoarse, and he looked at Heimdall more and more cautiously.

"Help me take care of the department."

Obviously, this answer was not within the scope of Buta's imagination, and he looked surprised.

What a good reaction, Heimdall sighed, the intelligence team leader never gave him a straight expression.

"You saw that, too, so I don't worry." Heimdall showed a bit of embarrassment just right.

Buta immediately understood the implication, "Where are you going?"

"I'm still a student, and school starts next month. I can't meet Ke every day like I do now."

Buta originally guessed that he was not very old, but he was still a student, that is, younger than himself, so he stared blankly at him for a while, then lowered his head after realizing his gaffe.

Heimdall thought she was struggling with her age, and after a while Buta said, "Zoe..." Buta hesitated, raised his head, and hinted, "Actually, Zoe has been paying attention to Ke."

Heimdall blinked and frowned, and the girl blinked too, then nodded.

Heimdal had a sudden realization, and he thought about whether he was laughing or laughing. It turns out that you have been targeted by others a long time ago.But there was no abnormality on his face, and he said decisively: "I don't believe him." He stretched out his arm and grabbed Buta's thin shoulders, and said each word, "I will convince myself and try to believe you. Buta Bu Ratovic, don't let me down."

As the hand on the shoulder fell, Buta's heart suddenly jumped up and down, and then fell to the ground suddenly with the slight tightening of the hand.

Buta stood up in a trance, plopped and knelt on the ground. When she raised her eyes again, only determination remained on her face. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. She held Heimdall tightly and placed it on her shoulder. The hand on the top, like a totem worship, lowered his head humblely under the lofty belief, put the back of that hand lightly on his forehead, and muttered something he couldn't understand.

This hand has thick calluses, the finger pad is a bit rough, the fingers are neither slender nor slender, the fingernails are very short and neatly trimmed, and they are very clean, but they are by no means the ones she imagined possessed by a superior person. It is delicate and white, and there are faint or deep or shallow scars of different lengths on the back of the hand.

This hand, which obviously does not belong to hedonism, made Buta feel more at ease.

Heimdall found that she was staring at his hand, a little hairy, twitched, but couldn't pull it away. It wasn't until the process of this creepy ritual was over that Buta raised his head again. Glittering tears of excitement.

Heimdall was speechless. When a man is kneeling and looking up at by a teary-eyed girl, what else can you do as a man? !Staring at her eyes, Buta seemed to have recovered his voice after a while, his voice was slightly trembling, and the ending sound jumped out uncontrollably as if he couldn't control himself.

"My pleasure!"

Heimdall took back his hand carefully, afraid that the girl would be dazed, so she wouldn't let go of her hand.

"Sit and talk." Heimdall pointed to the chair.

After this, she may feel that she has been affirmed by Heimdall, but Buta thinks that she should not be careless. She stands up and sits with her waist upright against half of the chair.

Heimdall didn't force her either. He looked at her for a while, and after seeing the girl felt uncomfortable, he said, "Don't tell others."

Buta nodded solemnly.

"Nor your companion."

Buta hesitated for a moment, and after a moment of difficult decision, he nodded heavily.

it is good.

"I usually come in the morning before work and after get off work. What do you think is the best time?" Heimdall asked.

Buta was so excited when she heard that, is her wish coming true so soon... Biting her lip, she thought for a while, "In the morning, we will have a party in the evening, so it's not easy to get away."

Heimdall smiled slightly, as if agreeing, thinking that it was good, and he could indirectly grasp the actions of those teenagers.

Buta lowered her eyes shyly, the moonlight slid down the girl's forehead, licked the tip of her nose, and landed on her slightly raised lips. At this moment, her not-so-beautiful face turned out to be pretty.

Heimdall clasped his hands, admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him because of his youth, thinking in his heart, Lu Yao knows horsepower, so he will observe and observe before the start of school.