HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall had never seen such a lifelike and vivid portrait, as if it would break free from the frame in a second.Maybe Mrs. Black really wanted to do that, too.

Finding that the mother and son were getting more and more tense, he cleared his throat. Fortunately, the mother and son Blake still had the mind to pay attention to him, and they focused on it almost at the same time.

"Should the two of you ask for my opinion?" Heimdall looked at Sirius, who had an embarrassed look on his face, and the lady in the painting was still aggressive.

Heimdall told them bluntly, "I don't want anything from the Black family," and he cast his eyes all over Sirius' face. "Not a single Nat."

"Rig..." Sirius was a little annoyed.

Heimdall raised his hand to block his further remarks.

"I'm not losing my temper, I'm not playing my temper, I'm not trying to express my dissatisfaction, and it's not because of my arrogance. Who doesn't like Jin Jialong? It must be a lie to say that I am indifferent to the Black family's property."

"In that case..." Sirius just spit out a word.

Heimdall shook his head, "I never called your father, I can't take your family's money."

Sirius' face froze, and it immediately dimmed.

"I have been taken to the Stulusson family since I was six years old. Until today, all the expenses I need for food, drink, clothing, and schooling come from the Stulusson family. It can be said that I am raised by the Stulusson family. Big one, you are going to hand over the Black family's property to me now, I cannot accept it, and I am not qualified to accept it."

Sirius remained silent the whole time. Mrs. Black in the painting probably wanted to say something, her sallow complexion became more and more ugly, her whole face was full of hostility, her eyes looked as if she wanted to eat people, but unfortunately she couldn't speak.At the same time, the dark portraits in the foyer started arguing spontaneously, screaming one after another, accompanied by cursing that made the scalp tingle and distracted.Fortunately, No. 12, Grimmauld Place, was alone at the moment except the two of them, or else they would suffer a lot.

"If you are worried about my poor life, just look at my current appearance. I have good food, drink, clothes, and housing. If you are worried about my poor life in the future, there is no need. I have already started working Yes, although the money is not much, it is still enough to eat and drink every day. I have a Muggle supplies store in Kapok Town. You have seen it with your own eyes. The annual turnover seems to me to be ideal. Compared with the industry, it is as insignificant as the size of a plant fungus and a charizard. But this is my own store, and the meaning is different."

Heimdal paused, and then said, "Even if I don't do anything in the future, I lose my job and the store closes down, I still won't starve to death. My grandmother left everything to me, except the wizarding world, and some Muggles The world's industry, assuming I can't get along in the wizarding world in the future, there is still a place to go in the Muggle world. My uncle told me that he still has the inheritance left to my mother by my parents, and he has been managing it for these years , I believe that as long as I open my mouth, uncle will take it out immediately."

Having said that, Heimdall smiled at Sirius, "Look, I'm not short of money."

"...It's different." Sirius frowned.

"What's different? Isn't Galleon not Galleon outside the UK?"

"What I said...you deserve it!"

"If you give me money because you feel you owe me, I won't take it."

Heimdall probably got what he said, and Sirius looked a little embarrassed at that moment.

"Do you love me?"

Sirius was stunned, he really couldn't answer this question.

Heimdall shrugged, "I don't love you. You didn't show me the face that my mother did to you back then. I'm already thankful."

Sirius choked, suddenly feeling dumbfounded.

"Look, you don't love me, and I don't love you either. If it's a father and son, it wouldn't be like this."

Sirius did not accept his statement, "I was too anxious, we will talk about this issue later."

Heimdall was somewhat taboo about his mantra of "if I was still alive at that time". Maybe this shows that Mr. Black has the determination to deal with the mysterious man, but Heimdall always feels that death is worse than death. Lai Huo.

"Well, we'll talk about it later." Heimdall nodded. "You must take care of yourself and think about Harry in everything. If something happens to you, what will Harry do?"

Thinking of Harry's unbearable Muggle relatives, Sirius was convinced.At the same time, there is a sense of unreality, which is very strange. Which son would say such a thing to his father, but he doesn't think there is anything wrong.He and Rigg are not like father and son at all.Sirius shook his head, trying to shake off the lingering complex emotions.

When leaving Mrs. Black's room, Heimdall said goodbye to the lady in the portrait. The man in the painting looked at him with winter-like cold eyes, as if staring at a class enemy. Most likely, what he just said deeply stimulated her.Heimdall had every reason to believe that, had she been able to speak, she would have cursed.

Under Sirius' strong request, the two returned to Hogsmeade before dark, and the Malfoy family's carriage was still parked in the small open space behind the station.

As they walked towards the station, Sirius said, "I wanted to keep you overnight."

"The result is that everyone is not peaceful." Heimdall said with lingering fear.

When Sirius sent him away, Heimdall once again experienced the surround sound beyond eight channels. Those portraits cursed people without repetition, which was different from what they heard when they entered the door. Also know how to keep pace with the times.

"My mother is an unreasonable person, and she must not change what she believes, otherwise it will be against her, so don't talk to her!" Sirius slammed the door hard with a livid face.

With the ultimate pursuit of the purity of the Black family's bloodline, Harry must not be very comfortable living here, but Heimdall understands why Mr. Black is eager to move.

Heimdall's bluntness earned Sirius a wry smile, "You really don't regard me as an elder." He originally wanted to say "Dad", but after all, he didn't have the nerve to define it that way.

"Who said that? I've been talking like this. It's definitely not disrespectful, and it's the same with Plov." Of course, it's different for Rommel. On the basis of using, although with the passage of time and emotional closeness, the initial unpredictability and estrangement have been diluted, but Heimdall has left some shadows in his heart.Could it be that this is the legendary one thing drop one thing? !

"Plov?"

"Victor's father."

Sirius was silent for a while, "Is their family treating you well?"

"Victor's mother likes me."

Sirius didn't hear Heimdall's evasiveness, "That's good, very good."

When they walked to the carriage, Sirius insisted on watching him and leaving, Heimdall had no choice but to open the door in front of him, unexpectedly his cousin hadn't come back yet.The king, who had been lying on the soft cushion all afternoon, jumped out of his seat, stretched his body in the narrow carriage, and almost fell into Heimdall.

"My cousin didn't come back? You stayed in the carriage and didn't move?" Heimdall hugged the king's head.

The king was not used to cuddling him, and neither was his original partner, but Chief Strulusson firmly believed that habit became natural, so he insisted on letting the king become so natural.

Hearing Heimdall's question, the king shook his head.

Heimdall let go of his hand, turned to look at Sirius, and said helplessly, "I'm looking for my cousin, I'm probably a little bit reluctant." Honeyduke's attraction is extraordinary.

"I'll go with you," Sirius said.

The two almost searched through Hogsmeade village, but they still couldn't find Draco. Heimdall sensed that something was wrong.

He was now grateful to have Sirius by his side, so he said to Sirius: "Is there a way for you to contact my uncle? You should notify the Malfoy family as soon as possible. I hope I am worrying too much. Maybe Draco has already arrived home due to various reasons." Maybe." Pansy Parkinson came to mind suddenly. "Miss Parkinson was with him at the time. Is there any possibility that he went somewhere with Miss Parkinson?"

Of course Sirius was aware of the seriousness of the matter. He knew more about the Mysterious Man and his organization than Heimdall, and the possible unexpected consequences of Lucius' abandonment of the dark side to the bright side, so his concerns were more complicated than Heimdall's.

"Don't worry about this matter, get out of here quickly." Before leaving, Sirius asked worriedly, and brought him to the carriage, watching him get into the carriage.After closing the car door, Sirius said with a sullen face, "Don't come to the UK until the crisis is confirmed."

Sirius apparated away, and Heimdall forced the starting carriage to a stop.

Sitting in the car, he stared at the king squatting at his feet, meeting his eyes.

"My cousin is missing, are you willing to help me? This is not a task, it is my personal matter. If you don't want to, I will send you back to the Wizarding Union right now."

The king raised his claws and pulled the Rig doll hanging around his neck. The little pink face of the Rig doll was scarred by the king's sharp claws.

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, "Are you agreeing, or are you arguing with me?"

The king looked at an idiot, and Heimdall was despised.

Director Strulusson could afford it and let it go, so he decided not to be as knowledgeable as it was.

Heimdall took out his wand, closed his eyes to collect his thoughts, and after a moment, he pointed the wand to his temple, and from there he pulled out a fluorescent green thread, green is Draco's representative color in Heimdall's mind .A linear object about 20 centimeters out of Heimdall was carefully sent into the king's brain.

The moment the king received it, various memories of Heimdall about Draco flooded into its mind like a flood, making its thoughts briefly confused.Heimdall waited with bated breath. The memory sharing training between him and the king had not been long since, and he had practiced only eight times in total, with a higher percentage of failures than successes.A short memory is okay, the longer the time, the lower the success rate.If you fail this time, you can only find another way.

Heimdall clenched his fists, and the king opened his eyes.

"...King?" Heimdall called out to it carefully. If the sharing fails, Hulk will have a sense of self-preservation in the case of memory confusion, and will not take the initiative to attack people, but it is difficult to guarantee that it will not do it because it feels threatened. Make an aggressive move.

The slack pupils gradually returned to their former sharpness during the anxious waiting, and finally, it looked at Heimdall, looking very calm.

Confirming that the king did not fall into the frenzy of defeat, Heimdall let out a sigh of relief, and hugged the king's head vigorously.

The king looked as if I was helpless.

"go!"

Heimdall pushed the car door and got out.

The king jumped out of the carriage vigorously and followed closely behind.

Heimdall took a walk outside the Habitat, and both the King and he were quite sure that there hadn't been any fights, at least not in the Magic Room, which meant that Draco was safe while he was in the Habitat.Literary House is a well-known store in Hogsmeade Village. Even if Draco really encountered something, I believe criminals would not start here.

He left the king outside, and entered the Wenrenju again under the pretext of not being able to find anything to talk to the boss. The boss finally vaguely remembered some fragments under his explicit hint.

"The lady seemed to be talking about the robe shop, and the young people who accompanied the lady were not very happy. When they left, they seemed to be talking about magic items, maybe a cauldron, or a telescope..."

Heimdall paid for a small stack of letter paper, left the Literary Residence, and took the king straight to the Crucible Shop.Glad that Draco was here, disappointing that it wasn't in the right order.According to the owner of the Crucible Shop, Draco and Pansy hadn't been to the Wenrenju when they came here.Because when Pan Xi was chatting with the boss, he asked him about the new products of Wenrenju.

Heimdall turned his head and ran to another magic supply store. The owner of the store was sure to have seen Draco, but unfortunately they only walked around here, and the owner had no chance to talk to them.

"Are there any other magic supplies shops in Hogsmeade Village?" Heimdall tried to make himself seem to ask this question naturally. "I must know what they bought for me!"

What he said was ambiguous, giving people unlimited room for imagination. The boss thought he was being tempered, so he laughed.

"You know the Fengya wizard clothing store on Central Avenue. When you leave the store, turn left and there is a narrow street. There are various store posters on the walls on both sides. Walk along this street to the end, and you will find Devis Ban There are new things in the store, there are many types, but the quantity is small, and many young people like to go there.”

They also sell magic supplies. The boss is really broad-minded to say such a thing.

Heimdall gave him a thumbs up, turned and walked out of the store, looking for the legendary Devis Bans.

Along the way, Heimdall kept giving himself psychological training. Draco must be accompanied by the bodyguards of the Purongrong company, so nothing can go wrong. I heard that the bodyguards of the Purongrong company are well-known, and I believe they will not easily smash the signboard.

As he wrestled himself with himself, the Devis Bains store was close at hand.

The broken king stopped suddenly and let out a menacing growl.

Heimdall turned his head quickly, and a man in a cloak appeared behind them. When did he appear?Neither he nor the king noticed it at all.

The king's threat sounded again, and a wizard in the same costume appeared in front of the circuit.

They were wearing khaki cloaks, the material was old, the color was dark, the cloak hats tightly covered their heads, and the facial features were hidden in the shadows, revealing a bit weird and suffocating danger.

A strong sense of crisis emerged spontaneously, and Heimdall scolded himself for his aggressiveness.He was lucky, maybe he was worrying unfoundedly, maybe Draco was safe; he was self-righteous, thinking that even if something happened, the criminals would not take risks and would not stay at the scene of the crime.

Could it be he was wrong...

The narrow street was like an urn, and he became the turtle.

New doubts emerged. The two wizards who cut off his forward and backward directions were horribly familiar with their outfits.Heimdall remembered the last time he saw a similar dress, and he paid the price for it.

Feel free to move, and the tip of the magic wand in his hand burst into a ball of bright silver light - the "little pervert" who inherited all the will of Little Apple obviously did not forget it.

The problem is that Draco and the saints can't get along with each other. Why do they embarrass the heir of the Malfoy family?

"Want to know about your cousin?" The wizard in front suddenly spoke. "If you want to know, don't Apparate."

Heimdall hesitated, "I'm in a hurry."

"That has nothing to do with me."

Heimdall was confused, "...Can I trust you?"

"What kind of answer do you want me to tell you?"

"...I asked the wrong question."

"The matter of your cousin has nothing to do with me," the man said unhurriedly. "Because I saw an old friend, I wanted to come out and talk about the past."

old friend?

"do we know each other?"

"It's been decades since I last saw you. For decades, I don't even bother to think about it. But for you, it's only been a few months."

Heimdall was confused for a moment, then his throat tightened.

The wizard in front raised his wand, and the fluorescent flashes illuminated the face covered by the cloak and hat. It was an old face, but time had not worn away his edges and corners, and the years had precipitated a gorgeous skin. The youthful and handsome silhouette I saw was so profound that it made Director Strulusson's heart shudder.

"It's amazing to see you so energetic." Heimdall said weakly. At the same time, he felt that the ghost-like wizard behind him was like a sharp knife on the back of his neck. .

"I think there is surprise but not joy."

"Since you know, why do you still run out to scare people?"

Brother Daozi behind him moved forward ruthlessly, and Heimdalton bared his teeth.

"I said, I want to see old friends."

Heimdall looked bitter, "There is a saying that it is better to remember than to meet."

"I want to see you first, and it won't be too late to miss you. I'm afraid I won't remember what you look like if I wait any longer."

Heimdalne's face is full of bullshit, don't, I don't mind if you forget me, what do you say, it doesn't sound right, it's not too late to miss you again? !

Heimdall sighed and decided to face reality.

"You can kill or cut whatever you want. Before that, can you tell me the whereabouts of my cousin? Also, please don't embarrass my partner."

The king leapt forward, standing in front of Heimdall.

"King!" Heimdall tried to stop it, but he couldn't shake it.

"This beast is really nice."

"I said it was my partner!"

Sensing Heimdall's unpleasant tone, the other party smiled.

"You are still the same as back then. You like to be serious about the details, and you obviously look timid." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes a little. "This is one of the methods you use to make others relax their vigilance, am I right, Rigg?"

Of course, Heimdall knew that he didn't call him so close just to get close to him. There is a group of people who, even if they hate you to the core, will still greet you with a smile.

"For people with ulterior motives, maybe," Heimdall said. "Okay, let's stop going around in circles. As I said, you can deal with me as you like, but before that, I hope you will tell me the whereabouts of my cousin."

"Are you negotiating terms with me?"

"There are some things that must be made clear. Even though it took you only a few months to turn from a tender green onion into an old vegetable skin, I am still afraid that you will cast a death curse on me in the next second. For me, you and Tie Shi There was no difference in the heart of the teenage years."

Grindelwald laughed.

"I've missed you for decades."

Heimdall cried, "Isn't it just blowing up your cadaver laboratory? Is it necessary to 'love' me so much? It's not necrophilia!"

The smile disappeared from Grindelwald's face.

Heimdall's heart skipped a beat, and he clenched his wand tightly.

"My cabbage soup is ready," Grindelwald said.