HP's Foreign Land

"Are you okay?" The cousins ​​said in unison at the first sentence they met.

Draco shook his head, "I'm fine."

In fact, before he could make a big move and realize life and death, the matter was over.He and Panxi were indeed suspected of being kidnapped, and the woman who suddenly appeared from the alley gave them a bad feeling.She revealed a blackened face from the cloak and hat, and she could still see some kind of information faintly revealed by the clean and upright facial features. With a touch of madness, Draco's intuition told him to stay away, and he did.

Pansy hugged Draco's arm tightly, and quietly touched the wand, but the wizard who emerged from behind grabbed her wrist forcefully, and she was dragged away from Draco.

Draco snorted, and his wand was squeezed in his hand.This trick was inspired by his cousin. No one knows where Heimdall usually keeps his wand. It doesn't matter. The point is that Heimdall can always make it appear when he needs it.Draco, through repeated experiments and tireless practice, finally mastered a set of his own methods.Now he too is always ready for battle, though no one knows where he keeps his wand, of course.

A beautiful petrification spell hit the wizard who was touching Pansy, and the wizard fell straight down. Pansy stopped punching, kicking, scratching and harassing, and immediately stood behind Draco, touching He pointed his wand at the woman with the weird smile on his face.The woman's sixth sense told Pansy that this strange woman with evil intentions knew Draco, or knew Draco.She believed that this woman was not here to fill in the gap, to relive the past, and to enhance the relationship.

The scenes of practicing spells kept appearing in Draco's mind, silently reciting the words with miraculous effects, their pronunciation, the degree of articulation, and whether the articulation was clear, all related to the quality of the spell effect.

The successful casting of the petrification spell lifted Draco's spirit. When he saw the woman's expression showing a little surprise because his companion fell to the ground, Draco gritted his teeth and applauded to himself in his heart.

Draco remembered that Heimdall once mentioned that the petrification spell is more effective than the stun spell, because the stun spell can be immune to factors such as acquired training or personal physique. The international police force and the British Aurors have training courses in this regard.However, when Heimdall said this, there was a premise. Whether to use the Stunning Curse or the Petrification Curse during the battle depends on your opponent. If you don't have any worries, the Petrification Curse is a good choice.

Since joining the DA, they practiced the Stunning Spell the most. Although Draco muttered to himself, he practiced it honestly. His cousin also said that there is no good or bad spell, and every spell has its meaning and value.Based on the principle of listening to his cousin and following his cousin, Master Malfoy turned his back and practiced the petrification spell vigorously secretly without telling anyone.

You see, this will come in handy.

He tightened the wand in his hand, and his palm felt slightly cold and moist.

After the initial surprise passed, the woman opposite laughed, seeming satisfied with Draco's performance.Draco didn't understand the meaning of the smile at first, but after careful consideration after safety, he figured it out.The woman didn't take his little fights seriously at all, she was condescending and looked at people with her nostrils.Master Malfoy was furious.

At this moment, Draco didn't have time to think about that much, he just stared nervously at each other's every move, and the next spell was already formed in his mind, ready to go.

"Lord Voldemort will like you, Draco." The woman's laughter was sharp and reckless. "You are much more likable than Lucius. Malfoy is a short-sighted, greedy and fearful wimp, and only Narcissa treats him as a treasure." Her expression suddenly became fierce. "I will say good things to you in front of the master. If you behave well, you can also try to get the master to forgive your parents. The master has always been magnanimous."

Cold sweat slid down Draco's back, he swallowed, and forced himself to swallow a loud retort, his face tensed by the other's insulting remarks, which deeply stimulated his nerves.

That's it. At the same time, Draco was a little bit dumbfounded. He dared to catch up with Harry Potter in his attention, but he didn't feel happy at all.

"Who are you?" Draco didn't really want to know.

"You will know." The woman raised her hand, holding a wand impressively.

Draco felt his left hand being held, it was Pansy, this stupid woman wanted to live and die with him? !Draco yelled at her for being mentally ill, and squeezed that hand tightly.

The ferocious woman suddenly rolled her eyes and fell to the ground. Draco and Pansy were dumbfounded by the sudden change, and the two bodyguards were finally willing to show up.

"That is to say, the suspect was captured on the spot?" Heimdall was excited.

"No," Draco said regretfully. "Actually, I don't really understand it until now. According to the bodyguards themselves, it seems to be an omission caused by habit. They told me that if they were hit by their magic before, they didn't need to check whether the person who was hit was still alive. They are conscious, and now they have changed the mode. Although the initial actions are different from the original ones, the follow-up actions have not kept up. They made a profound review to their father."

Director Stulusson began to think about it. According to his boyfriend, Pu Rongrong's security guard and the red hat are the same boss. Even if Professor Katenen repeatedly assured that the two have nothing to do with each other, who can tell the inside story clearly.Heimdall thought that the one who was collecting debts for him was originally a gangster. It is not surprising that the two bodyguards who followed Draco were also "change jobs". Naturally not flexible.If so, his cousin's safety seems promising.

For the sake of the two children from disappearance to disappearance, the adults came relatively complete.

Facing the unfriendly eyes of his father, uncle, uncle, boyfriend, mother's best friend, blood father... etc., Heimdall made a deep self-criticism in a low voice.The grown-ups decided to let him go because of his correct attitude, sad expression, full of energy, and solemn eyes.

Heimdall said the same thing to the outside world: wandering around in Hogsmeade village, trying to try his luck.

Before his nephew came up to admit his mistake, Lucius hurriedly told him that the carriage was not lost, and he was brought back when he sent someone to look for it.Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, he was already mentally prepared to pay for a snow horse, even if his uncle didn't want it, he would still pay.Knowing that the Pegasus was not lost, Chief Sturluson was very happy.

Heimdall had a hunch that after this incident, Lucius might reconsider the original intention of keeping Draco in the UK. The bodyguards couldn't stay close at every step, and the enemy would always find loopholes—if it was really decided over there Once you have an idea, today's fluke cannot be copied.

After Pansy fully infiltrated the security information, he began to flirt with Draco again. After all, Master Malfoy no longer turned a blind eye as before.Draco was about to tell Heimdall how he felt about Pansy, but the girl screamed.

"My skirt!" Pansy pulled up the hem of the skirt, scratching a hole somewhere and splashing a few mud spots. "Today is the first day I wear it, my Merlin, this is my favorite dress!"

Mr Parkinson tried to comfort his daughter.

Pansy screamed again, "No! My day lily color is custom-made and unique. The store sells it in pink, the same color as Professor Umbridge's hairpin. I will never wear that disgusting color, that Will make me issue cards like a toad!"

Pansy's complaints pleased Sirius, Mr. Black laughed, and the corners of the others' mouths twitched suspiciously.

Draco frowned, she actually yelled in front of so many people, she was too disrespectful, and the goodwill she had just built the foundation disappeared in smoke.

Heimdall looked at his cousin's undisguised expression, and thought that Miss Parkinson's pursuit was bound to be bumpy.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, the people who gathered together finally dispersed, and Heimdall, with the approval of his father and uncle, took the king and Victor back to Anna's rented house.Anna, who pays attention to her health, was already getting ready to rest, and came out to greet her when she heard the movement, and obediently returned to her room under Heimdall's urgent attention.When climbing onto the bed, she shook her head helplessly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

As soon as the king walked into the room, he went straight to the fireplace and nestled down comfortably. The toffees were all in Rommel's residence, and he could occupy the fireplace tonight.

When Heimdall opened the door and came in, he saw it turn over in a shapeless way, with a roasted and fluffy belly.

The two washed up separately. When Victor walked out of the bathroom, Heimdall was covered with a quilt and leaned against the head of the bed, holding a hard-shell document in his hand, reading it under the desk lamp, and roughly looking at the hard-shell package. Quite old.

"What are you looking at? You are frowning." Victor climbed onto the bed, and Heimdall leaned over.

"Andrew Ansip's top-secret file." Heimdall said blankly.

It didn't feel like he was joking, Victor wondered, "Where did it come from?" He had just explained the whole day's itinerary today, why did a hard shell suddenly appear?

Heimdall was silent for a while, "...Grindelwald gave it."

"……not kidding?"

"No."

The master couldn't calm down anymore, and touched Heimdall from the beginning to the end.

"I'm fine." Heimdall said while actively cooperating. "It's been decades, and it's likely that he has faded away from killing me long ago, not to mention that he has done such things all these years..."

Heimdall suddenly stopped talking, and Victor's grandfather was one of the victims.He looked at Victor carefully.

"I want to hand over this item to IW, do you think it's okay?"

Although Victor's face was not very good-looking, it was not aimed at Heimdall. He noticed Heimdall's hesitation, and Victor sighed and kissed Heimdall's cheek.

"There's nothing wrong with that. You don't really want to reveal anything darling, and I can't question your actions, but you told me anyway, and I'm glad you chose to do it...that and that...are two different things. "

Assuming that Heimdall and Victor were switched today, Victor would definitely not be able to accept Grindelwald's "whistleblower" without any grievances.

Heimdall hugged his boyfriend Xiaoqin for a while, and waited for Victor to regain his composure before resuming the topic.

"What should I say about the source of this revelation?" What worries Heimdall the most right now is how to explain the source of the document to his superiors, and how and why it came into his hands.

"to be frank."

"……you sure?"

Victor nodded, his eyes fell on a small depression in the quilt.

Heimdall moved, and the small depression became flat.

"What if Judge Hollingworth doesn't believe it?"

"That's his business. Anyway, you told the truth and have a clear conscience."

Heimdall felt that it was not that simple, but he couldn't think of any other way.

"The most important thing is how you met Grindelwald. You must not tell others about the time shift." Victor had a hunch that if this matter was exposed, it would bring endless trouble to Heimdall.

"I see."

Victor said: "Except for this, tell the truth if you can. With your goal, knowing Grindelwald alone is enough to burden you with doubts for a lifetime. It is better to tell the truth now to avoid trouble in the future. "

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Heimdall said decisively, and put the hard-shell bag on the bedside table.

Victor didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes kept looking in a certain direction, feeling particularly deep.

Director Stulusson, who originally had a mentality of purely appreciating masculinity, is admiring and admiring. He has not established a harmonious society with the master for several nights. The slogan of five lectures, four beauties and three loves is accompanied by loud music. His chest was throbbing, and Director Stulusson silently recited "beauty of mind, beauty of language, beauty of behavior..." and stretched out two paws towards the master.

The master, who was nearing the end of the deep, naturally found two wretched claws. A few days ago, he was half full at most, and they were not enough to fit between his teeth. Heimdall's initiative can be said to be exactly what he wanted.

At this time, the snorting Chief Stulusson has already touched Xiaoman's waist from his neck, hesitating whether to slide straight down and get close to the "central control muscle", or turn around and pinch his back a few times to make it round and up... It's really frustrating People are worried.

The master thinks his behavior is too outrageous, how can his mouth be idle? !

"I'm not afraid to disturb your deep... um..."

Before Mr. Stulusson finished speaking, his mouth finally got busy, so he got his wish and went to build a harmonious society.

When he sat up the next day, Chief Stulusson had a hideous expression on his face, especially when he climbed out of bed, he grinned and his face was blue.Last night, thanks to the joint efforts of the two, they have reached the level of a well-off society. Director Strulusson kindly reminded the master that enough is enough in the spirit of sustainable development. The government seizes the opportunity to deepen reform and make persistent efforts, vowing to reach the level of advanced developed countries, and make the whole society rich and handsome.

Enduring the pain from his buttocks, Heimdall walked into the bathroom step by step with graceful pudding steps.The sound of him waking up was not so slight, and when he was all dressed, Victor did not show any sign of waking up. Usually, the master sleeps very lightly during the day.

Victor now not only has to participate in the team's high-load training, but also has to take care of the level courses of the Referee Council. In the evening, he and Heimdall will go to the well-off, and one person will play the role of the triangle. The basic advanced development last night is already quite remarkable up.

Opening the bedroom door, he called out to the king in a low voice. The king understood and rushed out quickly. When Heimdall left the bedroom, he gently tucked up the quilt for his boyfriend.

Heimdall was late when he entered the office. Of course, the reason was not that he got up late or missed the bus. He sent the king off before entering the office. This was the reason why he was late.

Hollingworth and Musayev were talking when he entered the door, and the two soon discovered that Mr. Sturluson was walking in a strange way.The reason for the attention is not directly related to his walking posture. It is inevitable that the original earliest person will be late one day, and it is inevitable to feel strange.Director Sturlusson had a tragedy, and other colleagues followed the two judges to focus on it. It didn't take long for everyone to notice his strangeness.

After finally sitting still, Heimdall faced the ambiguous eyes of his colleagues with a deep expression.Over time, most of the colleagues felt bored and unfollowed, and Heimdalton felt a lot more comfortable.

He turned to Hollingworth, ignored Musayev's winking, and said without changing his face: "Do you have time now? I want to talk to you alone."

Like Musayev, Hollingworth didn't take Heimdall's prudence too seriously at first, and his mind was still wandering in Two-dimensional. When Heimdall took him into the data room next to the rotating chief's office, Hollingworth realized the seriousness of the matter.Until Heimdall handed the hard shell bag to him, his attitude changed qualitatively.

"Where did this come from?" Hollingworth saw the sensation and importance of this information at a glance.

"It was given by someone else."

"Is it inconvenient to say?"

"No... I'm hesitating what to say."

"Then stop talking, I won't pursue your source..."

"No! You must ask clearly, as the boss of Heimdall Strulusson, as a young and outstanding judge of the International Wizengamot, how can you speak so well?!"

"...Where did this come from?"

Heimdall's expression was a bit tangled, "Grindelwald gave it."

Hollingworth looked at him, "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Heimdall looked bitter, "It's not a clumsy lie, it's because of this fact that I don't know how to speak. Ever since I got this information, I have been thinking about how to tell you."

Hollingworth's expression loosened, "Is it really... Grindelwald?"

Heimdall nodded.

"Gellert Grindelwald?"

Heimdall nodded.

Hollingworth remained silent, an answer that no one could believe, someone who would question it.

"Can this information be useful?" Heimdall asked cautiously.

Hollingworth looked at the hard-shell bag in his hand and didn't know how to answer for a moment.After living for more than forty years, I never thought that one day the legendary Grindelwald would actually become IW's "black informant", and he did so voluntarily.

"What does he want?"

Heimdall shook his head. According to Grindelwald, the main purpose was to reminisce with himself, and the clues provided were incidental.

Hollingworth was silent for a long time, and Heimdall was terrified for a long time.

"How did you meet? Or why did he find you?"

Heimdall grimaced.

"can not say?"

"I can only say that we met in the UK. As for the others... please forgive me, but I can guarantee with my life that I definitely did not obtain it through illegal means. I have no intention of helping the evildoers." In other words, I will not elbow out Turn, help Grindelwald secretly.

"I'll take this document first, and the contents need to be checked and verified. As for you..." Hollingworth pondered for a moment. "No one knows but me?"

Victor also knew that Heimdall would certainly not be honest to the end at this time.

"Nothing."

"Then let's do this first, and settle the matter in front of us first."

In Hollingsworth's mind, the Andrew Ansip case was definitely more urgent than the old wanted man who had been hiding for decades.In the eyes of wizards under the age of 50 in today's IW, Grindelwald is already "out of date".