HP's Foreign Land

Duwab turned around and said nothing, Heimdall stood still on the spot.

"You want me to invite you here in person?" Duwab's voice came from the sofa.

"Of course not." Heimdall walked towards Duwab, stood still, and according to the location of his eyes, sat at one end of the three-person sofa diagonally across.

There is a low log table between them. The beautiful spiral wood grain extends from the four corners to the center. The tabletop is smooth, and the color of the corners is different from that of the tabletop. It glows with silver light. This is the trace of frequent use. The owner of the table should be very happy. like it.

There was a long-necked wine bottle on the table, the cork was also made of glass, drop-shaped, and cut as bright as a diamond—a certain angle made Heimdall blink. There was red wine in the bottle. The remaining goblet was set aside.

"I don't welcome uninvited guests." Duwab's tone still showed no emotion.

"I have an appointment," Heimdall said.

"I do not know you."

"I just introduced myself."

Duwab leaned over and picked up the wine bottle and poured some wine into the glass, "Then the promising trainee judge of Stulusson, come to this underground world where the sun doesn't shine, what's the use of looking for me, Duwab?"

Heimdall smiled shortly.

Duwab said: "I have the habit of reading newspapers, and I don't pick pages."

Heimdall said: "Gantt is right, you are indeed well-informed, and you have a strong ability to integrate."

Duwab didn't seem prepared to accept that, saying in a perhaps offended tone, "I'm not an informant."

"Fortunately not, otherwise the number of people who regard you as an opponent would not be the same as today."

"Are you flattering me?" Duwab said, staring into his face.

Heimdall hesitated for a moment, nodded, "Yes, I have something to ask of you, of course I have to hold you in my arms, and the process goes like this, because I didn't point your nose and swear, vowing to bring you to justice and at the same time The guts and courage to ask for your help."

Du Wab took a sip from his wine glass, "I thought that people like you like to talk about friendship, and you talk about noble emotions, and when you talk about something affordable, you put on an unbearable look."

"Usually, it's like this. It's better to get close. Life is more secure. Avoid talking about interests and other issues because you are afraid that if the negotiation fails, it will become a reality. The real interest negotiation is to be faced after the 'friendship' is established. .”

Duwab shook the glass, "Don't you want to befriend me?"

"Do you prefer that way of getting along? It's up to you." Heimdall shrugged.

"How do you know I don't want to use that model?" Duwab didn't seem to intend to let him go easily.

"Then, when I was standing outside just now, you should kindly invite me in, and invite me to share the bottle of wine on the table, instead of letting me watch you drink it, which will make you lack manners." Heimdall There was a pause. "To use your term 'people like us' place a high value on certain qualities, whether you agree with them in your heart or not, but make sure they hang on your wizard robes outwardly, such as meticulous demeanor at all times."

Du Wab drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and said bluntly, "It's tiring to talk like this."

"I agree, can you talk about the reason why I came to you next? It's great to not go around in circles, time is fair and cruel to everyone." Heimdall's tone carried appropriate expectations.

Duwab said nothing.

Heimdall knew that he had no objection, so he said again, "I want to know about Frank Foer."

"about what?"

"all."

"Well, where should I start? By the way, he owes me more than 1 Galleons." Duwab seemed careless.

"Gambling? The one outside?" Heimdall asked.

"Don't ask questions knowingly." Duwab was a little impatient.

"Didn't you come to ask for it?" Heimdall thought it was impossible. How could the casino owner get rich if he didn't "compare pennies and pennies"?

"Actually, I'm a good talker. I'll give them three chances to hide. Frank Fall is no exception. The first time he slipped away. The second time he tried to pay off his nephew. You know, everyone has their own. The principle of compliance, I don’t sell information and I am not a human trafficker. To be honest, his behavior made me very angry. I felt that I was fooled, so I didn’t agree, and then he found another chance to slip away. He still has another chance. "

"You must have a big heart," said Heimdall.

"That's not how it's spread outside." Du Wab seemed to be very comfortable with his flattery, and smiled lightly.

"It's not flattery," Heimdall said. "As far as I know, Frank Faure paid off a debt last month. It seems that your more than 1 gold Galleons are not included in it. You must be a generous person, or he also thinks you are a A good talker."

Duwab's expression froze on his face, "Last month?"

Earlier it was said that Duwab was well-informed, but now it was revealed by Heimdall that Frank Foer had money to pay off his debts but "forgot" the handless Duwab, but Duwab didn't know anything about it. Great irony.

It is strange that Mr. Bernard Duwab does not change his face.

It’s really satisfying to see him change his face—it’s easy to be rebellious if you see this kind of face that you can control, although it’s two different things on yourself—in order to ignore the low pressure that is continuously sent from him, Heim Dahl regretfully put aside the urge to continue enjoying this pleasure, and tried to keep his face unchanged.

"How did you know..." Duwab didn't fully believe Heimdall's words.

Heimdall took out the parchment that President Nullen gave him, put one hand against one end of the parchment, and placed it on the table.

Duwab tried to pick it up, but Heimdall's fingers didn't move. Duwab had to give up and leaned over to scan the parchment at a glance. After that, he raised his face in surprise.

"Where did this thing come from?"

"Fairy."

Duwab looked unpredictable.

Heimdall smiled, and put away the parchment regardless of whether he had read it or not.

"I know what you're thinking. You must think that goblins can't be trusted. Assuming there is no conflict of interest with them, why can't you trust them? In the wizarding world, only goblins can give foolproof answers to questions such as money flow."

Duwab is still skeptical.

"Each Galleon is engraved with the name of the goblin creator, its serial number, birthplace and other information. These records are eternal. It is easy for fairies to capture the location of every Galleon. As long as they want, even Only one," Heimdall said. "Unless Frank Faure converts Galleons into Nats, the circulation of Nats is also under the supervision of the goblins."

The wizards' currency is in the hands of the goblins. It's always right to ask the goblins about the problem of Aduwu. But then again, how many problems in this world are not linked to money?So it is necessary to have a good relationship with the goblins.

"You still have contacts with goblins?"

Duwab was no different from other wizards in this regard, and wizards generally believed that goblins were not worthy of friendship and trust, because they were contradictory and greedy.

But Heimdall's idea is just the opposite. As long as they ensure that the interests of the goblins are not harmed, and some benefits are provided appropriately, they will not bother to fight against wizards.From this point of view, goblins are more satisfying than wizards.

"Yes." Heimdall nodded.

"You are not afraid..." Duwab accepted Heimdall's statement, but did not agree.

"There is nothing to be afraid of, because I have money." Heimdall smiled.

For some reason, Du Wab suddenly felt itchy on the scar on the back of his hand, and wanted to "rub" the bridge of the other's nose twice.

"About Frank Fall," Heimdall said. "I want to get all the news about him from you, and in exchange, I'll give him an update until that third chance runs out."

Duwab was silent for a moment, "Deal!" He stood up, took out a flat metal box and a box of matchboxes from the drawer of the double-door cabinet next to the fireplace, and then sat back in his original position.

He put the metal box and matchbox on the table and pushed them into the center of the table.

Before Duwab opened the metal box, Heimdall saw the marks and letters on the lid. Maybe Duwab thought that young people like him didn't know what the marks and letters represented, or maybe Duwab just had a whim and didn't Didn't think about it that much.

A row of slender cigarillos lay in the metal box, and Duwab picked up one and passed it over.

"This is the way I admire to express friendship. Alcohol can easily cause trouble."

Heimdall took it with both hands, looking a bit embarrassed, he doesn't smoke, let alone cigars, but he didn't show this emotion too obviously, but it was still caught by Duwab.

"How old are you?" Duwab said amusedly.

"The 17th birthday is still a few months away." Heimdall didn't hide it, and he could find out just by asking.

"Then learn from now, you can't be considered a man if you don't know how to smoke!" Duwab was categorical, believing that many men had been shot in the knee.

Duwab lit his cigarette himself, and Heimdall took a puff, almost blowing out his nose.Duwab is definitely a strong taste, much stronger than Papa Rommel's cigars, spicy and fierce.Director Sturlusson deeply felt that setting the starting point too high, and it was not advisable to be so ambitious, he could actually start adapting from the lollipop.

"No hurry, learn slowly." Duwab chuckled while biting his cigar, and the scar on his face vividly interpreted what it means to have a "stern face".

Heimdall knew he was kidding himself, and took out a handkerchief with the other hand to blow his nose.

"I saw that wall when I entered the door, can you go and have a look?" Heimdall turned and pointed to the background wall behind the desk, on which there were densely packed photos of activities.

"Of course." Duwab looked enthusiastic.

Heimdall and Gant returned to the bar where they left, but Buta and Fiona stayed where they were and didn't move. Seeing them come back unharmed, they couldn't help smiling.Even if you can't do anything, just sitting here waiting for the news will consume a lot of energy.

"How?" They just sat down, Fiona couldn't help asking, it was Gant.

Gant's expression was a bit bitter, "I don't know."

"How could you not know?!" Fiona refused to accept being fooled.

"I really don't know, I was blocked from the beginning to the end."

Buta's attention was always on Heimdall. Hearing what Gant said, he asked, "How is it?" Naturally, it was Heimdall who asked.

Fiona blinked her eyes in surprise, apparently not expecting the main force to shift.

"I got the list of Frank Fall's creditors and enemies, and it basically went smoothly. Two big sheets of parchment, I didn't expect Mr. Fall's life to be so colorful." Heimdall poured water desperately, trying to get rid of the dryness in his throat. rush away.

Fiona frowned, and waved her small hand in front of her nose, "You just crawled out of the ashtray?"

"Almost." Heimdall didn't care about the little girl.

"Can you imagine? Duwab asked him to smoke!" Gant shouted excitedly. He would never forget the scene of Duwab personally sending Heimdall out.They were all wrong, this son is a man with means, and Buta's vision is not as bad as Fiona has been muttering.

Heimdall shook his head amusedly when he heard Gant's yelling, Gant was taken aback by his actions.

"Dwab? Handless Duwab?" Fiona's expression changed drastically. "Gantart, tell me clearly! This is not what we agreed at the beginning, and you are making your own decisions again?!"

Gant opened his mouth, finally realizing what a fool he had done.

"We're fine, you see, nothing at all." Gant smiled cautiously. "Never again, and we will definitely follow the plan in the future."

Fiona pouted and looked away.

Gant scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, but Fiona ignored it.

Buta gave Heimdall a look for help. Heimdall thought for a while and said, "In Duwab's place, apart from getting more usable information than expected, I also found something else."

Sure enough, Gant and Fiona gave up the awkward drama.

"Dwab has a lot of scars," Heimdall said.

Fiona didn't take it seriously, "The whole Balkan Peninsula knows about it."

After all, Gant experienced the scene. Although he was not 100% on the scene, he also noticed that the two of them had misjudged Heimdall before, so he was much more cautious than Fiona in terms of attitude.

"Most wizards see those scars as evidence of bullying, like a turf conflict between bullies, or that he wasn't careful enough in his punishment game," Gantt said.

Heimdall said: "There is a prominent logo on his cigar box. Now let's start asking questions: the first question, the inverted triangle with the letter 'G', what is the logo? What is it for?"

The three of them were a little dazed by his whim-like trick, and Gant was the one with the fastest reaction among the three.

"Saints!" said Gant.

"Do you know what to use?" Heimdall asked.

"...Contact?" Fiona said hesitantly.

"Correct." Heimdall said approvingly.

Fiona glanced at Gant with vigor, and Gant gritted his teeth.

Buta exclaimed, "Is Duwab a saint?"

Gant and Fiona seemed to have also reacted, and their faces became very ugly.

"This is the second question," Heimdall said in a calm manner. "Since you have already reported the options in advance, then report the answer directly. Unfortunately, the answer is wrong."

"Isn't it? Only saints carry contact symbols with them." The three looked confused.

Heimdall shook his head, "What era is it now?"

"90s," Gant said.

"Today, 50 years after the victory of the war, there will still be saints who blatantly put their contact mark on the cigarette case, and display it majestically, so that they can be used at any time, remind others at any time, and make others vigilant at any time?" Heim Dahl said. "A true saint would not, unless he wanted to surrender himself in this peculiar way."

"Okay, here's the last question. So, what do the marks on the cigarette pack mean?" Heimdall looked at them with a smile.

"...I just think it looks good. I heard that Duwab has a hobby of collecting ancient objects." Gant said his answer.

Heimdall didn't say anything, he turned to the two girls.

"I think so too." Buta answered after struggling for a long time.

"No, no, no, that's not the case..." Only Fiona offered a different opinion. "Don't pay attention to me, I think I caught something, something flashed in my mind..."

The other three looked at her holding her head with different expressions.

"Not a saint, not a hobby, definitely not." Fiona looked at Heimdall.

"So what is it?" Heimdall encouraged her to continue to speculate.

"...The scavenger, the scavenger. It's the scavenger! Am I right?" Fiona grabbed Heimdall's sleeve excitedly.

Heimdall nodded, "Dwab is a saint hunter, which is what you call a scavenger." At the same time, he speculated that the scar on Duwab's body might come from this.

Fiona grinned.

Heimdall scratched her nose. "Good job, sweetheart."

Fiona danced happily.

Gant curled his lips, but he was still infected by Fiona's emotions and laughed together.

Buta looked dejected. The teacher in the training class never praised her. She knew that she was not as smart as Fiona. Looking at the elated Fiona, strong negative emotions lingered on Buta.

Heimdall saw it, but pretended not to know.

He has never forgotten the encouragement to Buta, but it is impossible to take care of her emotions anytime and anywhere.If he was Buta's boyfriend, he wouldn't mind doing it, but he wasn't.Today's share of encouragement in Heimdall's opinion is over.More often than not, we're all on our own, because it's not possible for others to hang around you every day just to say a few words of encouragement.impossible.For now, only Buta can get out of the dead end and pull out from the horns.

Before leaving, Heimdall firmly shook Buta's shoulder under the slightly reluctant eyes of Gant and Fiona.

Frank Fall was making friends at the front desk of the old Mrs. Croom's hotel when an unsigned letter reached him.Old Mrs. Crum had a bad habit--very bad, Mr. Fall thought--that she didn't disdain bills like other rich people did. She rarely went out, but as long as she lived outside, she He will ask the hotel to write down her expenses clearly and hand them over to her before checking out.In other words she does not pay the "extra" cost.

This "bad habit" of hers made Mr. Fall grit his teeth in his dreams at night, because in this way, he would not be able to consume under her nose, that is, he would not be able to enjoy life with old Mrs. Kroom's money.

He was trying to convince the hotel to help him cover the cost of a bottle of fancy brandy when a bat flew over Fore's head and dropped a letter.

The front desk staff, who had been pestered by him for nearly an hour, ran away as if they were being pardoned.

Fore picked up the letter in bewilderment, only his name was written on the envelope, but just this short line of letters and the familiar strokes were enough to make Frank Fall feel tight in his chest and short of breath.He tore open the envelope with trembling hands. The content of the letter was very simple. He was asked to meet at the time and place provided in the letter. The signature made Mr. Fall's eyes black.

Bernard Duwab!

Mr. Fall put away the letter with trepidation, then looked around suspiciously, but of course he didn't see anything, after that, he rushed back to the room as fast as he could.Passing by old Mrs. Kroom's room, he heard her ringing the bell and calling his name loudly, but Mr. Fall turned a deaf ear to it.

At 17:30, he came to the "Heart Like an Arrow" wizard restaurant mentioned in the letter. The counter owner pointed to the door behind the counter. The curtain of teeth connected in series came to the agreed private room.

When he saw Heimdall sitting on a chair and waving to him with a smile, his mood immediately changed from apprehension to astonishment, and now he was furious.

"That letter was indeed written by Mr. Duwab. If you leave the room early without my permission, I will disclose your whereabouts to him. You can try to see if I am scaring you." Heimdall It's easy to say.

Fore froze as he strode away, and after a moment of silence, he turned around, walked across to Heimdall, and sat down.After sitting down, he realized that there was another person sitting next to Heimdall, no, to be more precise, there was a goblin sitting there.With a small tweed peaked cap by his hand, he drank a glass of strangely colored drink with an indifferent expression, as if he was indifferent to everything around him.

But Foer is not in the mood to think about these irrelevant things now, he looked at Heimdall angrily, and asked loudly, "What are you doing!"

"I want you to resign." Heimdall cut to the chase. "I don't like you being around Victor, and I don't like you being anywhere where you can see him or he can see you. My request is simple, you must leave."

Fall sneered, "You are afraid that Krum will abandon you, you have no confidence in yourself!"

"Two different things, I'm just trying to prevent the passing of time." Heimdall ignored his provocation. "By the way, Mr. Duwab asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."

Beneath the mask, Mr. Fall's smug smile turned to panic.

"You, do you really know Hands-Free Duwab?" Fore really didn't take Heimdall seriously. He always thought that people from the two worlds would never be able to communicate. Can't even talk to Duwab.

"Maybe when he comes to the door later, you will know if I'm lying." Heimdall admired his inner fear through his demeanor.

Fall's face turned pale, and he said in a low voice, "What do you want me to do? I am a registered bodyguard of the International Quidditch League, and I was fired for no reason. Aren't you afraid that Krum will be difficult to explain to the bodyguard organization of the International Quidditch League?"

"Why is it for no reason?" Heimdall didn't care. "Besides, you don't say it, I don't say it, Victor doesn't say it, everyone doesn't say it, how does the alliance bodyguard organization know that you are negligent? You don't have to worry about this."

Fall wanted to use other ideas, but Heimdall spoke before that.

"You paid off about 6 Galleons of gambling debt on the 3th of last month, and you still owed 11. Then, on the 27th of last month, the 11th of this month, and the 19th of this month, you lost 6 4, and now the total debt is about 17 Galleons... Well, I feel your fiery gaze. I have a list of your creditors. Small." Heimdall shook his head seriously.

Frank Faure wanted to hit the wall in annoyance. The most painful thing in the world was to be taken advantage of by someone he despised to show off his power.

"I'll help you pay back the money."

Fore's eyes widened in surprise.

"You must be very surprised. There is nothing wrong with my mind, and I don't intend to repay my complaints with virtue. Complaining about virtue depends on the target." Heimdall said indifferently. "17, I will advance it for you, including additional interest. You have served the old Mrs. Krum for so long, and you have worked hard without credit. Let's make up a whole number, and I will give you another 4. Conditions Just disappear from me and Victor and his family."

Heimdall produced a parchment with the Gringotts crest on it, and he pushed the parchment up to Fore.

"This is an agreement for you to disappear with the money. Sign it, and the 3 Galleons will be yours. Our witness is the President of Newland."

At this moment, Nulun gave Frank Faure a merciful look.

The other party looked at him as if he was looking at a moldy piece of buttered bread, which made Fore very unhappy, but now he completely succumbed to Heimdall's momentum, or he succumbed to the weapon made of his money, so Even if you are dissatisfied, you dare not attack.

Frank Fall couldn't even lift his head, and those who knew him must know that, and it was by no means out of shame.

After 10 minutes, Fore finally signed. Perhaps the temptation of 3 Galleons to him outweighed his expectations for the future, and hopeless gamblers usually only live in the present.

"Please hand in your resignation early tomorrow morning. Don't play tricks with me, don't underestimate the binding force of the wizard agreement, and don't have any crooked thoughts with Mrs. Krum, or I will use her behind your back. Evidence of money being squandered, thrown in your face in front of her."

Frank Faure walked out of the private room disheveledly, and his face was ashen when he left.

"It's a great honor that you are willing to trust me and let me be this witness." President Nurem clinked glasses with Heimdall.

"You don't have to flatter me. I will keep my promise and transfer part of my business to Gringotts Bank in Ankara." Heimdall took a sip of his butter beer.

Nulun beamed with joy, and then said with a look of displeasure: "What are you thinking about after flying 20 Galleons?"

Heimdall said: "I thought to myself, it feels so good to throw money at people."