HP's Foreign Land

"Before that, though," Derek fiddled with the bird's-nest notes over his shoulder. "We'll talk about it when Amart comes."

"Amut is coming too?!" Heimdall's expression changed instantly.

"Your partner tonight is Amut. Didn't you see the sign-in record downstairs? The next column is the schedule form."

"I didn't notice." Heimdall shook his head, even if he noticed, it wouldn't help.

"Then I'll tell you now." Derek didn't care.

Heimdall is more afraid of Mr. Amt, not because of his appearance, nor because of his dreadful bad temper. In fact, Amt has a good temper and always speaks slowly. With whom had he clashed, kind of... so good, so good that Heimdall didn't know how to deal with it.

"It's almost there, go down and pick it up." Derek ordered without looking back.

Heimdall turned around. Is there a financial backer who is more difficult than him?

When I came downstairs, I stood behind the door, leaning my face in front of the glass to look at the scene outside. The turbulent waves caused by the storm gradually subsided, and the wind and rain became much weaker. Through the chandeliers shaking violently on both sides of the hardwood pedals, I could roughly see clearly The situation on the pedal.

Heimdall opened the door, and a figure appeared in front of him, followed by a blurry and short scream. The figure disappeared for a moment. If they didn't know it well, most people would think they had missed it. Heimdall knew he didn't see it. wrong.

He closed the door and ran towards the pedals.

After running a few steps, I saw a person climbing up the pedal from the sea in embarrassment. It took a lot of trouble to force himself to hug one end of the pedal, like a caterpillar climbing on a fragile root, teetering in the wind and rain.

Apparition has a bit high requirements for the foothold, isn't it, and if there is a slight deviation, it will suffer.

"Mr. Amt!" Heimdall rushed over in three steps at a time, grabbed the opponent's hand, and dragged him onto the pedal.

Ammut lay on the wet pedals panting.

"Thank...thank you...really...really thank you...thank you..."

This is a skinny middle-aged man who is somewhat bald, with drooping eyebrows and eyes, and the deep nasolabial folds bring out a hint of bitterness. When talking, he will politely look at the other party directly, but when the other party talks to him, he will slightly Head down, eyes always looking at the ground, appearing humble and cowering.

"You're welcome," Heimdall bent down and grabbed his arm, trying to help him up. "Can you stand up? We have to get in quickly. The rain is going to be heavy."

Amut was also aware of this, and accompanied by chattering gratitude, the two walked back to the observation tower.

"You are so kind." After five seconds of rest, Amut started talking again, without repeating his words of praise. In his praise, Director Sturlusson directly sublimated to the level of a compassionate Virgin.

Heimdall's smile was about to change shape, "You're welcome, I mean it, whoever is here today will do it."

"But you are here today, there is no other wizard." Amutt seemed to never understand what Heimdall meant.

This is one of the reasons why Heimdall feels overwhelmed. Mr. Ammut is a wizard who doesn't know when to stop.When a person smiles, looks up at you with grateful eyes, flatters your "great achievements" and pays homage to you, what can you do in the face of such a person?The most frightening thing is that they don't have the slightest malice, that's what they think from the bottom of their hearts.

"Let's go up, you know, Derek doesn't like to wait." Heimdall finally found a gap, and quickly interrupted Amt's praise with a dry smile, and was greatly relieved.

"Yes, you're right, look at me, Mr. Derek strictly abides by the rules of time." Amt ran up in panic.

This is the second item that Heimdall finds it difficult for him to deal with. He makes a lot of fuss and has a very high repetition rate.

"Mr. Sturluson, hurry up." Amt grabbed the railing next to the stairs, and called Heimdall in a hoarse voice, as if doing so would make Derek lose his memory and the passage of time would be slower .

Heimdall squeezed out a smile, resigned to his fate and climbed up behind the other party.

"You're late." Derek accused mercilessly.

Amart fidgeted, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." repeated over and over again.

"In fact, Mr. Ammutt is not late, do you need to check the time?" Heimdall managed to get Ammutt to stop talking endlessly, and Derek really didn't open any pot. "I'm sure that Mr. Amoot won't refute and bully honest people?"

Derek glanced at Heimdall, his face still paralyzed.

Amart became more and more uneasy, "It's my fault, it's my fault."

"Mr. Amdall!" Heimdall raised his voice abruptly. Amdall was shocked and looked at Heimdall in horror, only to see Heimdall smiled gently at him. "If you are willing to remain silent, that is my greatest support."

Emmet lowered his head blushing.

"I'm not blaming you," Heimdall said helplessly. "Thanks anyway."

Emmet didn't even dare to lift his head.

Heimdall couldn't help sighing in frustration, forcing himself to divert his attention.

"That's how you treat, Derek? Where's the tea? Where's the chair?"

Derek threw a wine bottle, and Heimdall caught it in a thrilling manner, the kind with six Galleons and ten bottles.

"Astrology Island is not a teahouse, nor is it a bar, so don't push yourself too far." Derek didn't follow his set at all.

"I'm going to sue your person in charge, I won't inject another copper Knut!" Heimdall yelled, waving the bottle, and Amt beside him stretched out his hands quickly, staring at the bottle, afraid It was thrown out by Heimdall in the next second.

"If you really want to do that, get out of Astrology Island first," Derek said.

Mr. Stulupine is disabled, and Derek is one of the founders of Happy Witness, whose home is Aldera Observation Island.

Heimdall handed over the bottle to Amter, who happily took it.

"Let me tell you about the details of your itinerary tonight," Derek said.

Heimdall walked over.

"Mr. Ammut," Derek said to the file in his hand. "Please save some for me, this is the last bottle."

With his back to them, Amt, who was secretly pouring whiskey into his small wine jug, was taken aback. He hurriedly stopped pouring, and put the bottle on the parchment with a wooden board.

Heimdall took off his school uniform and matching shoes, took off his tie, unbuttoned the top shirt, and rumpled the neckline. Before going out, he changed into an old wizard robe and a pair of scratched suede shoes.

Mr. Ammet's life is poor, and there are two lazy old people who need support.He had a happy married life. Although his life was poor, he had a rich spiritual world. Unfortunately, his lively and active child was injured by a poisonous plant, and he died because he had no money to seek medical treatment and delayed the best time for treatment.After that, the wife died of excessive grief and depression.If it weren't for the consideration that the two elderly people had no one to take care of them, the family of three might have been reunited in heaven.

Amut worked in a magical animal research institution in his early years, but factors such as his personality put his ambitions in jeopardy, and he had nowhere to display his talents. He worked as an assistant all day long, and such jobs were sometimes easily replaced.Finally one day, his boss decided to replace him with a humorous young man, and Mr. Amut was laid off.Since then, he has done odd jobs everywhere, relying on a meager salary to support his family.

Therefore, Ammutt is a rare professional in the Happy Witness team. He specializes in aquatic animals and plants. Heimdall has seen his professional talents. To be honest, his former boss threw him into the file pile. Overqualified, such talents are not placed in the right position to shine, and they are fired. They are really blind.But it was also because of that boss that Happy Witnesses had the chance to recruit Amut.

Other members of the Happy Witnesses had told Heimdall that Amt was at home with them, that he liked flora and fauna, was patient and tireless, and was one of the very few members who remained motivated during the salamander research.It stands to reason that Amt's previous job should be very suitable for him. There are a few people in the world who are lucky enough to take their hobby as a career. Unfortunately, the reality is indeed quite skinny.

Therefore, every time he partnered with Amt, Director Strulusson always felt a sense of security, and this sense of security refers to the professional aspect.

"Would you like some?" Amt handed the small flagon to Heimdall.

"No, thank you." Heimdall shook his head.

"It's kind of cool in here, isn't it?" Amutter took a sip, and his expression immediately became as intoxicated as Derek who was tasting hot chocolate. year of brandy.

At this time, they were standing in front of a huge barn. They could not see a single star in the sky, and the muddy road was under their feet. Puddles of muddy muddy water flowed in the muddy ravines. The air smelled of rotten roots and dead leaves, and it had just been a downpour.

The owner of the barn was the wizard who saw the strange and magical animal reported in the newspaper. Heimdall was not prepared to deal with him at first. The report said that all major research institutions had sent people, but they did not get any conclusive evidence from him. According to the news, this person obviously wants to put a long line to catch big fish.However, after Heimdall circled around the barn and discussed with Amt, he changed his mind.

The owner of the barn came slowly, splashing mud under his feet, and even splashed on the pants of Heimdall and Amt when he approached. He stopped and stared at them for a while.

"What's the matter?" His tone was blunt, not very polite.

Amut lowered his eyes slightly, and did not look directly at the other party, and naturally his eyes could not meet.

"I'm sorry to bother you at such a late hour." Heimdall directly attributed the displeasure of the barn owner to "receiving uninvited guests at night", and the expression of the barn owner seemed to soften a little.

"We are the researchers of 'Velazquez'." As soon as Heimdall said this, Amt took out a certificate with the badge of Velasquez from his arms.

Thanks to Merlin, Mr. Ammett was in a daze when he was laid off and forgot to return his documents, and thanks to Mr. Ammett’s former boss who also forgot to urge him to return his documents, and he didn’t send a wizard to investigate before. Everyone is really happy.

The barn owner's expression became more kind after seeing the badge. Velaskaz is a small but prestigious research institution. The long-standing reputation here refers to the professional field, such as the barn owner who lived in seclusion before the incident happened. Non-professionals even know its badge, and Heimdall has never heard of this institution before, so it can be concluded that the previous speculation about the barn owner is basically reliable.

"Can you show us the place where you found the strange and magical creature?" Heimdall asked.

The barn owner looked at him and said, "You look young."

"So I'm an errand runner." Heimdall pursed his lips and smiled wryly.

"But this one doesn't look too young." The barn owner said again.

Emmett laughed.

Heimdall leaned towards the barn owner and whispered, "Just let him go, you know, there are people who are no longer young doing young people's work everywhere. He doesn't want to, but he can't help it. This In the beginning of the year, thank God if you have something to eat."

The barn owner gave him a surprised look, and Heimdall gave him a serious wink. The barn owner was obviously touched by his words, and he seemed to know it well, so he didn't bother about it.

"Come with me." The barn owner took out his wand and lit the fluorescent lights.

They couldn't see anything at the scene. If they could see something, the other party wouldn't have taken them there, and it was so dark that even if there was something, it would be nothing.

During this period, Heimdall was flattering and chatting with the barn owner all the time, while Amt followed behind, seemingly sloppy and not doing his job properly, but was actually investigating the scene.This is the division of labor between the two. Heimdall is in charge of the non-professional part, opening up space for Amt to display, and what Amt has to do is to use professional knowledge to analyze the situation.

The barn owner was bragging about the number of visiting wizards these days, Heimdall turned his direction calmly, looked over the other's shoulder, and saw Amt shook his head at him.

When the barn owner's bragging came to an end, Heimdall said with a smile, "Okay, the site survey is over, let's go back."

The barn owner was taken aback, "Finished the survey?"

"Yes, thank you for showing us the way."

"But you haven't checked anything!" exclaimed the barn owner.

"I'll tell you the truth," said Heimdall. "Our trip tonight is just a routine, and we didn't come here specifically for you. There are still three places where weird and magical animals have been reported to be found, waiting for us to check, so we won't waste your time."

"No, wait!" the barn owner stopped him. "You can't be so perfunctory, I want to complain to Velaskaz!"

An embarrassed expression appeared on Heimdall's face, and he quickly glanced at Amt, who kept his head down as usual, and Heimdall's quick glance "just happened" to be caught by the barn owner.

"There is another place, I didn't tell others." The barn owner began to lay the bait. "I didn't tell the famous experts who came here. Some institutions even gave out a lot of Galleons, but I didn't tell them."

Heimdall's expression changed as the barn owner expected, and the clues revealed by the latter are self-evident.

"Velazquez also has a bonus, which is dedicated to rewarding wizards who help us find novel and magical animals, which is a reward for their selfless dedication." Heimdall said.

The barn owner's eyes became eager.

Heimdall hesitated for a long time, "I understand, you lead the way."

The owner of the barn led them back to the barn, but refused them to go in. He called his wife and asked her to guard the door, and went in by himself. In his hand he held a piece of cloth with something wrapped in it.

He handed the cloth bag to Heimdall, and just as Heimdall stretched out his hand, he withdrew his hand again.

"You can't take it away, you can only look at it here." After the barn owner emphasized, he put the cloth bag into Heimdall's hands.

Heimdall opened the cloth bag, Amt leaned over and found several scaly substances.The two couldn't help but look at each other.

"This... I haven't seen it before..." Amart murmured softly.

"Of course!" The barn owner's hearing was sharp.

Amut picked up a piece and shook it in front of the fluorescent lights. The puzzlement on his face was obvious. He lowered his head and sniffed it. While frowning, the barn owner snatched back the scales, took the cloth bag, and took the scales carefully. Put it back, hold the cloth bag and take three steps back, looking extremely cautious.

"That's it, two, thank you." The owner of the barn decisively issued an order to evict the guest.

The two had to say goodbye.

After walking a certain distance, Heimdall restrained his unwillingness.

"See the name?" he asked.

"The scales were soaked in some kind of potion, which corroded the scales and changed the shape and texture direction, so it looks different at first glance." When talking about his profession, Mr. Amt, who is committed, is sensible and clear.

"So it's not Lusalka?"

"Not even the scales of a mermaid, let alone the rare and ancient Lusalka."

In fact, Heimdall had a premonition of being deceived when he saw the guy who was eager to make a name for himself, and it didn't happen.

"Scale of what animal?" Heimdall asked.

"Probably some kind of large fish. I can only guess this way. I can't see anything deeper just by observing with my eyes. Moreover, the observation time is too short and the light is not enough." Amut said regretfully.

"But surely it's not Lusalka, is it?"

"Lusalka is special." Amut's face was beyond doubt.

Heimdall sneered, "That guy must think we are useless, otherwise, why didn't he dare to show it in front of other experts, because once it is released, it will reveal the truth, and the attention that has lasted for so long will disappear. Let's come It's a good time, late at night, no lights, can't see clearly, terrible environment, two feet stuck in soft and smelly mud, and even better, two rookies running errands, he made up his mind to calculate us."

"What are you going to do?" Amart asked cautiously.

"Go back, wash up, and sleep." Heimdall said seemingly relaxed. "Before going to bed, maybe write a letter to a certain animal research institute or a newspaper whose purpose is to make a big deal out of molehills, revealing news that may, may, or so, such as 'you are all fucked'."

Great Hall at dinner time on Friday.

"This guy is really unlucky, the crops in the field were overturned overnight by goblins, even the flowers and plants in the backyard were seeded, the grain piled up in the barn was also wiped out, and the raised livestock broke the railing and ran away The house collapsed in half for no apparent reason," Draco, who was reading the newspaper, suddenly called out. "Oh oh oh, the sightings of strange magical animals that were reported by major media before took a dramatic turn on the same day. It turned out that this wizard directed and acted the drama himself, and his barn had accumulated a large number of animal scales and animal scales. Potions of unknown use, and utensils for making strange scales. Life is going to be hard for this guy, and all the goblins from Gringotts are looking for him."

Heimdall thought to himself that this guy has probably already blackmailed other institutions, and offending a wizard who studies animals is simply asking for his own death.But Director Sturluson decided not to sympathize with him, because he was also the unfortunate victim of being deceived.

Thinking of this, Chief Strulusson put on a surprised expression, so vivid that people around thought he was hearing about it for the first time.

"Speaking of goblins, I saw a piece of news about Gringotts." Yael cleared his throat, seeking attention.

Todor took a look, "Hey, you messed with my newspaper again, I haven't read it yet."

"Don't be like this, aren't you concentrating on finishing your dinner? Lend me this newspaper first and you won't lose a piece of meat. I will read the newspaper to you." Yael's thick skin made people helpless.

"You have robbed it more than once. Since you like Bulgarian newspapers so much, I will order one for you and pay in advance for you, and I will ask you for money later?" Todor said angrily.

"I won't grab it tomorrow, trust me." Yael shook his head hastily.

"I hope so." Todor muttered, and continued to eat dinner.

"Go on, what happened to Gringotts?" Jeanna urged.

"What happened to Gringotts in Bulgaria," Yael emphasized.

"Don't hold your breath, isn't every Gringotts the same?" Jeanna shook her head.

Yael held up the newspaper, "It said that Gringotts in Bulgaria was attacked by a group of lawbreakers of unknown origin yesterday, and the purpose of the attack was also unknown. The local Ministry of Magic has launched an investigation."

"Attack Gringotts? I'm really full and have nothing to do." Jeanna couldn't help but laugh.

"Is there any loss?" Heimdall asked.

"A goblin in charge of the patrol was injured, the building was damaged to a certain extent, and there was no loss in money. If so, those goblins are still in trouble?" Yael sneered, "The momentum is so big, even a Nat Didn't get it?!"

"That news sounds familiar," Draco joked with a dark expression. "Did Nicolas also hide a Philosopher's Stone in the Gringotts Bank in Bulgaria?"

Heimdall sneered.

Draco said solemnly: "What are you laughing at? Don't you think it's very possible?"

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy, it's amazing, it's a brilliant plan!" Heimdall nodded vigorously.

Draco finally couldn't hold back and smiled.

The author has something to say: A friend pointed out that the name in the previous article was inappropriate. I don’t know if you still remember that there was a big stupid guy named "Ke", and the young man who liked this big stupid guy was called "Zoe". is a female name and should not be used on a male character.If you don't remember, you can pretend that we didn't say it, and it won't affect the understanding of the following text.

Zoe changed to Auch.