HP's Foreign Land

At the same moment that Heimdall headed back to Hogsmeade, Sirius returned here, and turned to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore.It is reasonable to say that the parents should be notified first when the child is missing. It is not that Sirius found another way. The reason why he went to Dumbledore was because of his unconditional trust in Dumbledore's efficiency; the second was to let Dumbledore notify Malfoy.

Sirius didn't think he would be able to approach Malfoy Manor unharmed.

Happily, Dumbledore was at school, sitting in his office, and to Sirius' dismay, Snape was there, and they seemed to be talking about something, their conversation was interrupted when he entered.

Sirius set his eyes on Dumbledore, and Snape looked at the dessert plate on the table, ignoring the man who had emerged.

"It's over?" Dumbledore knew that today was Harry's birthday party in Hogsmeade.

"Well," Sirius nodded, and then said, "The Malfoy boy is gone."

Dumbledore changed his sitting position and leaned forward.

"what happened?"

"I took Rieger out for a tour. Rieger made an appointment with Malfoy when he left Hogsmeade village. When we returned to Hogsmeade station, there was no sign of Malfoy. We were in the village. I turned around, but I couldn't find anyone. By the way, there was a girl with Malfoy, and it's not sure if that girl is gone too."

Dumbledore frowned.

"Have you informed Lucius Malfoy?" Snape said suddenly.

"No, I'm afraid he won't believe what I say."

Snape sneered, "A little self-aware."

Sirius' face became very ugly.

"Boys!" said Dumbledore loudly. "I beg you, don't choose this time."

The two "boys" who were at war with each other chatted away.

"I hope it was a false alarm." Dumbledore stood up and looked up at Snape. "Severus, take Sirius to Mr. Malfoy."

The two "boys" left with stiff expressions.

After all, the two "boys" are older than real boys. In this extraordinary period, personal grievances are temporarily put aside.Except for the tense atmosphere, everything went smoothly along the way.Snape was worried about Draco's safety, and he knew who the missing girl might be with Draco. As the head of Slytherin House, Professor Snape had no time to confront Mr. Black right now.

Arriving at Malfoy Manor, after a series of tedious but not time-consuming inspections, the two entered the manor.

Sirius couldn't help complaining about the previous inspection, so he couldn't help but muttered a few words.Although Snape was also a little upset, his unhappiness disappeared after hearing Sirius' complaints.Snape paid more attention to the exact opposite of what Sirius felt than to being censored.

Narcissa's expression changed from surprise to panic after learning of their intentions, and her already pale face faded to nothingness.She slumped back on the sofa in a daze, and Lucius, who came after him, saw her and immediately walked quickly and hugged her in his arms.

"Maybe things aren't that bad." Although Sirius didn't want to see Malfoy, he and Narcissa had such a little affection, only a little bit, and this little bit of affection was enough for Sirius to speak out to appease his cousin.

Snape snorted coldly in his heart, but Lucius nodded unexpectedly.

"Our son is accompanied by bodyguards. When I came back, I asked our bodyguards. They didn't receive any news about the emergency. They assured me that the two wizards who followed Delal were from the Puffong Company. The best security guards with a lot of experience...”

It's a pity that such words did not ease Narcissa's face. She shook her head under her husband's suspicious eyes.

"She came to see me..."

"Who?"

"elder sister."

Lucius stared at his wife in amazement.Snape narrowed his eyes.

Sirius was stunned for a moment, and after fully digesting the title of "sister", he jumped up suddenly, "Bella Critus?!"

"Did she say something to you? Did she threaten you?" Lucius grabbed his wife by the shoulder and forced her to look at him.

"...she kept sneering at me, I thought she would ask me why I betrayed the mysterious man, but no... she suddenly mentioned Draco before she left, and said that Draco's birthday was over, did she come out in a hurry? Bring a gift, and say that Draco is a good seed at such a young age, and we may still have a chance to redeem ourselves..."

In other words, let Draco take the initiative to serve the mysterious man, become a follower of the Dark Lord, and become a Death Eater.

"Fart!" Sirius growled angrily.

Although Sirius was quite an eyesore in Snape's eyes, he decided not to object to his shouting.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, "...In other words, you think Bellatrix is ​​against Draco."

"I'm sorry, Lucius..." Narcissa covered her face and wept.

There was nothing Lucius could do but hug her tightly.

Snape stood up, he thought he should do something, but at the same time, Professor Snape always felt that something was missing.

A house-elf appears, tremblingly announcing the visit of his absent-minded masters, Mr. Parkinson.

As previously guessed, Pansy disappeared, and she didn't come home.When Lucius received the news, he informed Pansy's father, Mr. Parkinson, by the way.

Mr. Parkinson is now working in the Ministry of Magic's Trading Standards Association. On the surface, he seems to be the director of the Department of Magical Cooperation who is against the minister, but he is very comfortable in front of the minister, and he can talk to Umbridge In the last few sentences, in fact, only he himself knows that he is following Mr. Malfoy to make a fortune.

Mr. Parkinson is a Death Eater, no, ex-Death Eater to be precise.All his life, he has been ups and downs hanging behind Malfoy's house. It doesn't matter if Malfoy is good at Parkinson, if Malfoy loses, Parkinson will also have nothing to worry about.Even when he chose to follow the path of the Dark Lord back then, he only chose to put on that ugly mask to serve him after repeatedly asking Lucius to join him.

To put it bluntly, Mr. Parkinson's allegiance to the Dark Lord is not allegiance to Lucius Malfoy.So Lucius decided to turn his back on the gold bowl and wash his hands. As Parkinson, who was inconspicuous and ineffective among the Death Eaters, his turn back was quite smooth.

Mr. Parkinson is a well-rounded, smooth and sophisticated person, but also a person who can afford to let go.

Lucius admires him, because he can always force himself to retreat bravely, and save himself from danger time and time again. The head of the Malfoy family feels that it is not a bad thing for his son to marry their daughter, so he acquiesces in Pansy's use of various methods. The reason is close to Draco.

Today, both children are gone.

When Mr. Parkinson entered the door, Lucius stood up. Then, he noticed that Parkinson had a weird expression on his face. Afterwards, the two children who were said to have been kidnapped walked in with a confused expression. They didn't seem to have a hair on their faces. few.

Narcissa, who was still wiping her tears, was speechless, and then jumped over with great joy.

"Are you all right?" Sirius was the one who reacted faster besides Narcissa.

Draco and Pansy didn't expect him to care about them, and nodded in surprise.

While hugging his crying mother, Draco said embarrassingly: "We are fine, thank you for your concern."

Sirius smiled and stroked his hair.

"It's fine, your parents are worried to death."

Draco rubbed his nose embarrassedly.

"Just when the kids come back," Mr. Parkinson smiled at Lucius.

Lucius genuinely felt that a few more times he would have died young, without all the fuss.Just about to ask what was going on, Professor Snape, who finally figured out what was missing, suddenly said, "Where's Rigg?"

There was no sound in the room, and several people looked at each other in blank dismay.

The three "boys" were struggling.

He and the king were "invited" into the Devis Bans store, and Heimdall didn't even have time to browse the display in the store. The watchers behind him rudely pushed him into the corner door at the back of the store.The king let out an angry growl, and Heimdall quickly hugged its head to appease it, fearing that the watchers would retaliate.The watcher didn't even raise his hand, as if he wasn't going to have the same experience as an animal.

Behind the door is a kitchen with dining room.

Grindelwald sat in an upholstered chair near the fire, beside a square table with several dishes of various sizes.The old friend stared blankly at Heimdall, watching him sit down, patting the hulking creature on the back, frowning at the smell of cabbage soup filling the room.

The watcher put a plate of cabbage soup in front of Heimdall, who looked at the cabbage and carrots in the soup with awe, as well as some unnamed dark brown or light brown granular objects.

One thing is for sure, there is no meat in the soup, not even bone scum.

"Eat." Grindelwald urged.

Director Sturluson is now sure that he intends to abuse himself. What could be more terrifying than eating vegetables? !

"You don't need to be so polite, just pour me some tea," Heimdall said.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"The previous meal was quite solid."

"But I remember that you are very hungry." Grindelwald didn't give him a chance to shake his head at all, and the watcher stood quietly behind Heimdall again to create a chill.

Director Sturluson told himself to be tough, and then taught himself that being flexible is also a good man.So, he picked up the spoon and put the soup into his mouth. As the taste of the vegetable soup erupted in his mouth, his expression gradually became numb.

After finally eating two-thirds of it, Heimdall bravely raised his eyes and looked at Grindelwald, who smiled.

"Looks like he's hungry, give him some more."

Heimdall dropped the spoon in his hand, please spare me.

"Where is my cousin?" Heimdall didn't want to go around in circles.

"Hard to say."

"I came here with you, and I ate the soup as you wanted, why do you..."

"I didn't eat the vegetables."

"..." Director Sturlusson resignedly picked up the spoon and stuffed the soft and rotten vegetables into his mouth, his face turned green instantly.

Heimdall was eating a cabbage-flavored carrot, observing the other party's expression openly, trying to distract his attention, when a sentence popped out of his mouth, "Don't you want to kill me?"

"Are you suggesting that I kill you?" Grindelwald looked indifferent.

"I've only seen you when you were young, and I'm not sure about you now, but according to the analysis data left before, you don't seem to have any history of abusing prisoners."

"Information? IW? Or the International Police Force? Those things are bullshit."

Heimdall didn't say anything, the analysis data in the cabinet after cabinet was really useless, otherwise Grindelwald wouldn't be sitting here comfortably.

"Your cousin is fine, don't worry." Grindelwald mercifully.

This cabbage soup was finally worth it.Heimdall wiped his mouth carelessly with a napkin.

"Are you sure?"

"You don't believe me?" Grindelwald's face sank.

Heimdall's face turned pale, the old devil is indeed an old devil, this aura...he couldn't comprehend it no matter how flamboyant he was.

"You are a fugitive, should I believe you?"

Grindelwald chuckled, "Forget that you are a judge."

Heimdall thought that there was probably nothing he didn't know about himself, if he really wanted to know.

"My cousin..."

"Why are you so annoying?!" Grindelwald said angrily. "I told you it's okay. The bodyguards following your cousin are not vegetarians. Katenen's people are very skilled in this regard."

"...you know Professor Katenin?"

"I can't talk about knowing each other, I've heard of it."

By the way, back then they were all in the same way, they were colleagues.

After receiving the news that my cousin was safe, even though I still had doubts, I finally felt a little more relieved.

Heimdall thought about his words, and hesitated, "You brought me here not just to reminisce about the old days, right?" Heimdall didn't think they were old, but he didn't dare to "remind" him.

Grindelwald stretched out his hand, and the silent watcher immediately delivered something wrapped in a hard shell, and the watcher put the thing in front of Heimdall.Heimdall looked at Grindelwald, then wiped his hands with a napkin, picked up the item, and opened the seal on the hard case, revealing a stack of parchment inside.He took out a few and glanced quickly, his eyes became more and more surprised, and his expression became more and more colorful.

Heimdall stuffed the paper back and faced Grindelwald in a blink of an eye.

"This is……"

"I heard that Andrew Ansip is being investigated by IW, but there has been no decisive progress in the case." Grindelwald seemed not to see Heimdall's surprise, and took a sip from his glass in a leisurely manner.

"We have collected enough evidence, and it will only be a matter of time before he bows his head. We respect him. After all, Mr. Ansip is a highly respected wizard."

Grindelwald smiled, "These things of mine seem to be superfluous?"

"No, believe me, this item you have presented will play a key role." Heimdal paused. "Listen to you, are you willing to let me take it away?"

"Who knows, maybe I was in a bad mood and killed you, anyway, you have already awakened."

Heimdall burst into tears.

He looked at the information in his hand, and said cautiously: "Are you going to repent?" Make up for your mistakes?

"I don't know what repentance is. I hid for 50 years without seeing anyone, including my followers. These 50 years seem to be very long, and they seem to be fleeting. I often think about the past. Died by me or because of me There are countless people who died, but I only have one life and one neck. Even if I use the death curse, I can only die because of the one hit. Even if I use hanging, my neck can only bear the pain of suffocation once. You said, can those thousands of people who died because of me be satisfied?"

"The living will be satisfied," said Heimdall. "We punish the guilty, not only to comfort the dead souls, but also to shock and warn the world. Tell them what to do and what not to do, to maintain the order of the world. For the living, the death curse is on you Once it works, as much as a hang can suffocate you once. Laws are not made for the dead. The dead need prayers and a Bible."

Heimdall raised the breaking parchment in his hand, "If you don't know what repentance is, you can learn to repent from today, for example, give us what you know or collect like this..."

"You want to use me to get more information?" Grindelwald's tone was not very good.

"One thing you have to understand is that your arrest warrant has never been revoked, and even though the news of Grindelwald's death spread in the Europa Continent, the International Wizengamot has not withdrawn any arrest warrants about you. Your arrest warrant is colorless, that is to say, no matter what method you want to remedy, it is impossible to change the color of your arrest warrant. IW has only issued two colorless arrest warrants since its establishment. It is a great honor to be one of them. Therefore, in this matter, whether you take the initiative or I induce it, it will not help your wanted level in the slightest."

Heimdall pursed his lips, glanced at the silent watcher, and clearly felt the murderous aura emanating from that person.Heimdall believed that the man would have been more than happy to send him to the west if Grindelwald hadn't stopped him, not to mention that he was so aggressive with his master.

"I'm not sure that I will arrest you personally, and I don't want to get into trouble and hurt innocent people because of my recklessness. Arresting people is not within the scope of IW's work. It's a matter for the police force. You can just treat me as my use of you." Haim Darl said blankly.

The room was silent for a long time, and Heimdall was uneasy, fearing that something might go wrong.Perhaps he really had some kind of connection with him, coupled with his actual combat experience, the king has never let down his guard, even when the atmosphere seemed harmonious before.

I don't know how long it took, Grindelwald waved his hand.

"Go back."

Heimdall waited for him to issue the order to evict the guest, and the sea was dry and the rocks were rotten. He held the documents tightly, and pretended to stand up slowly, his steps seemed to have a unique rhythm, and he restrained himself from running out.

The watcher suddenly stopped in front of him. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he definitely had a bad look on his face.

Heimdall silently stared at him—the cloak and hat. The next second, Grindelwald said something in a language that Heimdall could not understand. The watcher hesitated for a moment, and finally moved away heavily.

Heimdall turned his head and saw the back of Grindelwald leaning on the chair. In the dim light and shadow that gradually narrowed the crack of the door, he was dejected and old. It was hard to believe that such an old man would be the one who set off bloody wind man.

He should regret it, Heimdall thought.

It wasn't until he walked out of this narrow street and came to Central Avenue that Heimdall felt the reality of seeing the light of day again.After taking a glance, I felt that somewhere invisible to the naked eye, a life-threatening talisman was howling ghosts and wolves.

"Go, go!" He reached out and hugged the king's head, and ran away.

The king looked contemptuous, but ran away with him.

When Heimdall arrived at the station, he was dumbfounded. Where did the carriage go?It was obvious that I stopped here just now...

Chief Stulusson tossed back and forth inside and outside the small station for about ten minutes, but the carriage had indeed disappeared.He sighed for a while, took out the magic mirror, and cried to the boyfriend on the other side of the mirror.

"What to do, Victor, I lost my uncle's carriage."

Victor, who finally waited until he took the initiative to contact him, was really ecstatic at first, but now he couldn't laugh or cry, and he was relieved at the same time.

【…Uncle’s pegasus is a snow spot, not a common cloud spot in the UK. Let alone feeding it, it’s not something that can be done with [-] to [-] Galleons to keep it alive in England. It's more than [-] to [-] lost, what should I do? ] After hearing the high-pitched wailing coming from the mirror, the expressions of all the people who had just gathered together due to an incident of "Rig's disappearance" unknown to Mr. Sturlusson until now, were very delicate.