HP's Foreign Land

After they ran out of the aisle, they stopped at the same time and looked back. The old man stepped over the bucket that had been opened by bullets without stopping, and rushed towards him screaming and beating all the way.

No. 4 turned pale with fright, turned around and continued to run, but found that Heimdall hadn't moved.

"He's coming! What should I do? Run! Why don't you run?" Poor comrade No. 4 is exhausted these days, his thinking and field control skills are not as good as before, and he is constantly talking about his mind and spirit.

"Slow!" Chief Sturlusson waved his hand domineeringly, stupefied No. 4.

"What do you want to do?" Number 4 asked hurriedly.

"Didn't you realize that he stopped shooting at us?" Heimdall said meaningfully.

So that thing is a gun? ! No. 4 was stunned and a little puzzled, why is it different from the guns he saw before? Comrade No. 4 saw a pistol at that time, thinking that all guns in the world look like that, this time it was an eye-opener.

"How to say?" Number 4 still didn't understand.

"It means he's out of bullets! He's a musket, not a submachine gun, unless he has bullets!" Sturlusson's room chief was beaming, and his face turned pale in the next second. "……D."

The old man began to reload the ammunition familiarly. As expected, he has been on the battlefield and understands the importance of reserve forces.

Another shot roared in, and the two wizards ran away with their heads in their arms.

The two ran out of the dark aisle in one go. The old woman peeling potatoes disappeared, and the voice behind her also disappeared.The two looked back and saw that the old man was walking back with a gun in his hand.

The two immediately looked at each other.

Director Sturlusson couldn't laugh or cry, did they run out of the range of hatred?

No. 4 is still confused, "What should I do next?"

Heimdall started to shout again, No. 4 covered his ears now, Heimdall sang a few words and found that the old man was deaf, so he took a few steps forward, the old man still went his own way, and took a few steps forward , the old man finally stopped as if he had been pressed the pause button.

In other words, Heimdall has entered the scope of his hatred again.

Heimdall pulled away the hand covering No. 4's ear, "Hurry up! Sing with me!"

"I don't know what you sing." Number 4 shook his head desperately.

"The team song of the Basteto Vulcan team, you don't know how to do it!" Strulusson condemned.

It is a bit difficult for a French wizard to memorize the anthem of a German Quidditch team, but Comrade No. 4 is in a different mood at the moment.

"You are singing the team song of the Vulcan team?!" No. 4 was dumbfounded.

"Otherwise what do you think I'm singing?"

"Involuntary babbling...something like that."

Heimdall said to himself, "We are magnanimous, and we don't have the same knowledge as him."

"Can you sing?" Heimdall stared at No. 4, as if he was trying his best if he couldn't sing.

"Yes." Not to mention that No. 4 really will, his niece once talked about this song, so the Vulcan team's new team song "We are the kings of tomorrow" has almost become their family song up.

On the other hand, Mr. Sturlusson can turn a familiar song into a "new song", which is not something ordinary people can do. No. 4's voice is more worthy of the audience than Director Strulusson, at least he doesn't lose tune, but he was stopped after singing two lines.

"How do you sing in French?" French can't pull hatred!

"I can't speak German well."

The team song of the Vulcan team has several language versions for promotion around the world.

"It's all right, just German."

Heimdall took No. 4 to sing with him. It was very good at the beginning, and the keys were all in place. After a few notes, his voice shook uncontrollably, up and down like a roller coaster. Finding that he couldn't break it, he had no choice but to run along with him.When he saw Chief Sturlusson's eyes narrowed, his expression rich and emotional, he sighed in despair.

Fortunately, the old man was stimulated again, and ran over with the gun in his hand.

The two became excited, exchanged glances quickly, turned around and continued running, no matter what they had to lure the old man out.

On this day, the team song of the Vulcan team echoed over and over again in this remote Spanish village. The two wizards kept trying to use the team song to lure the old Muggle gentleman. German and French flew together, singing and gunfire.

The old gentleman was fooled out by them. It was a good thing for the two of them, but everything went too far.According to their plan, after the old gentleman came out, they would take the opportunity to have a close talk with him.The problem is that people come out, but they can't get close.

Number 4, who hadn't closed his eyes for several days and nights, became irritable, "Stunning spell, by the way, just tap it lightly, anyway, we are in Spain, and the French Ministry of Magic doesn't know..."

Heimdall covered his hand that took out his wand, "Calm down, brother, the Spanish Ministry of Magic is watching."

"Should we just keep running like this?" No. 4 wailed.

"It'll be fine when he finishes firing the bullets," Heimdall hesitated, "but if he continues to make trouble like this, what if the police are called?"

"My colleagues will take care of everything." Number 4 was out of breath and a little unable to run.

A boy on an old bicycle approached.

"Hi!" Heimdall greeted the boy, and No. 4 nodded to him lifelessly.

Seeing them being chased by dogs in such a hurry, the boy couldn't help but stop on the side of the road and look back. In a blink of an eye, he was startled by the old man who was holding a gun and swearing. He was in a panic. The old man ran past him, and the boy who was holding his breath suddenly relaxed. The tone is even more inexplicable.

"Is he still behind?" Heimdall asked after running for some time.

"Still..." Number 4 relaxed and started to walk with his feet.

With a bang, a bullet was shot at his foot, and Number 4 rushed out like his butt was on fire.

"No, it can't go on like this." Heimdall muttered, and then began to shout again. Now No. 4 has become numb to his singing, and can basically keep his face unchanged.

Just listen to Heimdall singing in Russian, "... Arise, slaves suffering from hunger and cold; Arise, suffering people all over the world; the blood in my heart is already boiling, and I will fight for the truth... Can you sing?"

"No." Number 4 shook his head decisively.

"I can't sing the original French version, I can only sing in Russian, there's no way, I can't speak French, maybe the French effect is better." After speaking, Heimdall continued to shake his voice, "...the old world is ruined, slave Get up, don't say we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world... Is he still following?"

"It's still there, but I didn't mention that thing was aimed at us."

When Heimdall heard this, he continued to sing, "Arise, slaves suffering from hunger and cold; Arise, suffering people all over the world; the blood in your heart is already boiling, and you must fight for the truth..."

"There's only this part of this song?" For some reason, No. 4 felt that this soul-stirring song should be more than that.

"I can't remember the words. There are six paragraphs, each of which is different. The old world is destroyed, and the slaves get up, don't say we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world..."

"This is the final struggle. Unite until tomorrow, and Internaxonaire must be realized! This is the final struggle. Unite until tomorrow, and Internaxonaire must be realized!"

When Heimdall and No. 4 heard the singing, they stopped and turned around. The old man sang emotionally with his gun in his hand, "There has never been a savior, and it does not depend on a fairy emperor! To create human happiness, it is up to us! We must Recapture the fruits of labor, let the mind break out of the cage! Burn that furnace red, and strike while the iron is hot will succeed..." The old man stopped singing, he gasped and looked at the two hateful "fascists", his eyes flashed with confusion. (PS: In order to be more intuitive, the Chinese version of the lyrics is used.)

Heimdall pushed No. 4 hard, and No. 4 took a step forward as if waking up from a dream, and said carefully, "Mr. Gerard Di Rupo?"

The old man seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and squinted his eyes to look at the two people in front of him, "Who are you?"

Tears glistened in No. 4's eyes, and he looked back at Heimdall who was puzzled by their conversation, and thought to himself, why did Mao feel so aggrieved?Why have you been chased for so long?

"Do you know Mr. Carel Di Rupo?" asked Number Four.

"Karel?" Gerald frowned, and suddenly looked at the gun in his hand in shock. "Baby, why are you here?"

No. 4 is speechless, what is this?

"I want to go home. Baby can't stay outside all the time. It would be bad if someone finds out." The old man turned around and walked back, still muttering.

"Mr. Di Rupo!" How could No. 4 let him just leave.

"Boss." A wizard approached them without anyone noticing.

Heimdall was startled, and No. 4 quickly winked at him, "He's mine."

False alarm, Heimdall nodded.

"What's going on?" Number 4 asked.

"The bus is coming." The wizard spies said quickly.

As mentioned earlier, this village is located in a remote area, and only regular buses come in and out every day.Young people in the village will leave the village to seek opportunities in the city at the right time, such as the peak tourist season.Although the tourist season has not yet arrived, there are still many young people who take advantage of the gaps in farm work to work outside.The bus carried young people in and out, and there were a large number of people coming and going.

No. 4 understood that his subordinates were reminding him to hurry up, "I plan to take him back." After finishing speaking, No. 4 said to Heimdall, "Can you please visit Mr. Di Rupo's house?"

"I'm going?" Heimdall shook his head. "What if I run into someone? I don't speak French, let alone Spanish."

The spy whispered in No. 4's ear, and No. 4 nodded, "I'll let my subordinates go with you."

"What did you show me?" Heimdall asked.

"If someone is there, let my subordinate handle it. You can find something and see if you can find any clues left by Karel Di Rupo to prove that he still has contact with them, such as letters."

"And photographs," said Heimdall.

No. 4 felt more at ease. He said, "I'm here to stabilize Gerald Di Rupo. You go and come back quickly. I'll wait for you at the church." Running there is blasphemy.

Heimdall walked through the aisle and soon came to the yard at the end. No one fired at him this time, and it can be said that the progress was rapid.

They walked through a field of tomatoes on racks, and came to a small house, not much stronger than the blown houses they had seen before.They walked up the steps, stepped over several wooden tubs piled up together, and went to the window to have a look, but there seemed to be no one inside.

Heimdall tried knocking on the door, but no one answered.He held the handle and pushed it, and the door opened with a creak, and a dank air from the backlight rushed towards his face.

Heimdall looked around, the room was small and dark, and there was a wooden staircase leading to the second floor on the left.

He walked in, the floorboards creaking underfoot.The sink was full of used pots and pans, and the sofa was in such a mess that the sofa cover almost lost its original pattern.The room was very messy with clutter everywhere.There is a radio on the window sill, and it is playing flamenco music with a fast rhythm.

Heimdall came to the kitchen at the back of the house, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw the very wizard fireplace, thinking, the gun was not in vain.He stepped forward to check the fireplace, hoping to find some traces of the wizard's fireplace, and then there was a thud behind him, as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground.

Heimdall turned his head, and there were two wizards standing at the door—both of them were covered by wide cloaks and couldn't see their faces clearly, and one wizard fell at their feet.The wand in the front of the two wizards was facing Heimdall, and number 4's men were lying at their feet.

After holding back for a long time, no one spoke, Heimdall decided to break the silence, "Who are you two looking for?"

"Looking for you." The man in front said.

Heimdall felt that his voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.

"Is that how you approach someone?" He pointed his eyes at the other party's wand, implying his impolite behavior.

"Because you always refuse to cooperate obediently." The man said.

Heimdall stared at his deerskin gloves, always feeling that something was passing by in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it.

"Listen, do we know each other?" Heimdall tried to deal with the other party.

"Your wand should know me."

"...It's you!" Heimdall paused, and the maple gall that was hidden next to his body communicated with the master's soul, and began to commotion.

The man chuckled, "What a vivid expression, he must hate me to the bone."

"Thank you for my magic wand, I can go to the next level. Some people are destined to be stumbling blocks, and they make others perfect by disgusting them." After Heimdall finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself to make you owe. The situation of the enemy and us is unknown, now Is it time to show off your tongue?Didn't you see one lying on the ground? !

"Little Pigeon, no one will rescue you today." His tone reminded Heimdall of the leisurely way he had burned his wand back then.

Paralyzed pigeons, regardless of size, are there any pigeons that big!Li Xiaoge Hei raised his fork and roared in his heart, Li Xiaoge Bai couldn't help touching the halo on his head, and finally turned his back and pretended not to hear.

"What is your purpose?" Heimdall said.

"Warning you, I hope you don't ruin our event."

"What kind of ritual is this for your saints? For what?" To be honest, Heimdall had always been convinced that the bastard who burned his wand was a saint. Hearing Victor's analysis, he was faced with the sudden situation in front of him Then he couldn't help but start to waver.A person who dresses up with a saint is a saint?A mouse is not a bat with wings.

"Karel Di Rupo is the traitor we want to clean up, don't meddle in your own business." The other party took a step closer with his wand raised.

"Did you kill Mr. Di Rupo?"

"He committed suicide, don't you know?"

"Because of your persecution?"

"it serves him right!"

"It's hilarious coming out of your mouth that you deserve what you deserve."

The water bottle on the table exploded, splashing water and flying debris, scratching the back of Heimdall's hand, and he covered his face with his hand.

"Pigeon, you want me to burn your wand again—"

Before the words were finished, there was an intense crackling sound. Before the man in the buckskin gloves could react, a golden rope shot out from his side, wrapping around Heimdall's ankle like a flexible snake. He pulled him back from the apparition magic, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Apparition Stopping Curse.

The man in the deerskin gloves froze for a moment, secretly annoyed, he hadn't noticed that the other party was about to apparate, if it wasn't for... he raised his hand and gave Heimdall on the ground a crushing punishment as a punishment for embarrassing him, Hearing Heimdall's gritted teeth and shortness of breath, he closed his hands in satisfaction, turned around respectfully, and took a step back.

The black cloak behind him removed the golden rope, walked towards Heimdall, stepped on Heimdall's still twitching calf, and Heimdall groaned.

The cold voice of the black cloak came, "I advise you to be honest, don't think that I don't know your little trick, trying to lure us away from the house, and come back to save the one on the ground? You think we will be confused by you, forget that we can Use that person to hold you back? I'm not the fool who burned your wand."

A certain idiot cleared his throat in displeasure.

The black cloak retracted his feet, squatted down, faced Heimdall on the ground, and reached out to touch Heimdall's face.

Heimdall didn't dare to dodge because of the opponent's wand.

"How young, as long as I use some strength, I might leave nothing behind." The black cloak's hand tightened according to his words, and Heimdall felt as if his head was about to be pulled out when he pinched, but the other party suddenly stopped. "If you save your life, I should teach you a lesson. Don't fight us. The consequences are not something you can afford."

It wasn't until the two of them left that Heimdall raised his head to remove the look of terror on his face.He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to quickly digest the trembling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe. After that, he shook his hands and feet and took a while to get up, thinking bitterly, Cruciatus is not a big deal. Can be a little immune.

After standing up straight, he hurriedly ran to the spy who was still lying there motionless, carefully tested the other's breath, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

No. 4's face was even uglier than imagined. He was also surrounded by people without anyone noticing before. When he thought he was going to die soon, those people suddenly dispersed like smoke.

"This is not something we can solve!" The spy seemed a little excited after waking up. Perhaps no one would be calm when encountering such a thing just now. "This place is not suitable to stay for long, we should report this to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible, those guys are saints, Karel Di Rupo is a saint?! Followers of Grindelwald?! Oh my God, how could this happen ..." At this point, he began to mutter in French that Heimdall could not understand.

"Calm down!" After this incident, No. 4 was the first to calm down. No wonder he was selected as a senior secret police officer.

The spy lowered his head in shame.

"He's right," Heimdall said suddenly, who had been silent all this time. "This matter should be reported as soon as possible. If it is really related to the saints, your French Ministry of Magic cannot bear it alone. 30 years ago, European wizarding countries signed an agreement that everything related to Grindelwald must be handed over It will be jointly discussed by the European National Cooperation Organization of the International Federation of Wizards."

"Yes! What Mr. Strulusson said makes sense!" The spy nodded vigorously.

Number 4 wanted to speak several times, but chose to give up.

"Boss, I want to go back and report right away." As he spoke, he glanced at the unconscious Gerard Di Rupo.

Heimdall was also looking at Gerald. Those people obviously let him go because he wasn't worth their while?Tens of thousands of question marks were squeezed in his mind, and those question marks were all split into more question marks today, but he couldn't figure it out.

"I'll take him back." The spies volunteered.

"No!" Heimdall said before No. 4. "You should go back and report the situation as soon as possible, and leave this person to us to arrange, and it is not appropriate to delay."

The spy looked at his boss and asked for his approval with his eyes.

No. 4 glanced at Heimdall without any sign of change, finally nodded and watched his subordinates leave.

No. 4 wanted to ask Heimdall something, who knew that Heimdall would speak first, "Are there any other subordinates of yours nearby?"

"No, for today, I asked others to evacuate temporarily." No. 4 shook his head regretfully when he said this. "Do you think there is a problem?"

"I'm sorry to say that, but I don't trust him," Heimdall said.

No. 4 was surprised, and immediately said: "I can assure you, my people are very..."

"Before the truth comes to light, everyone is suspicious, and I suspect you now." Heimdall said calmly. "Because in my judgment, you were in another place when the incident happened, and the things you said are only your one-sided words, and no one knows the specific circumstances."

Number 4 fell silent, Heimdall was right.

"As far as you are concerned, I am also a suspect," Heimdall said.

Number 4 remained silent, and after a while he said, "I'm sorry to involve you in this."

Heimdall smiled, "To be honest, I still think their sainthood is suspicious."

"Then you just..."

"As I said, I don't trust your subordinates because he is suspicious, including your other subordinates. Everyone is suspicious until they are proven innocent." Then, Heimdall murmured, "Next, I will What I have to do is to remove my own suspicion first, and prove my innocence to the French Ministry of Magic and even the entire European wizarding country."

Victor was woken up by the slight humming at night, he opened his eyes, turned over in the dark, and found that the humming was coming from his side.The bedside light came on, Victor propped up his upper body and leaned over, the moaning stopped, and then Heimdall's slightly indistinct voice sounded.

"What's the matter?" The master didn't turn on the light even if he got up at night.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Victor touched Heimdall's forehead suspiciously.

"I'm not feeling well? No." Heimdall shook his head, trying to avoid Victor's hand, but Victor's movements were faster than him.

Victor felt cold sweat on his hands, and couldn't believe it anymore.He picked up the wand under the pillow, and the almost extinguished flame in the fireplace suddenly shot up.He lifted the quilt to check and found nothing unusual, so he was relieved.

"Tell the truth!" Even if seeing is believing, Victor has to break the casserole and ask the end.

Heimdall turned to face him, "Today, I went to Spain on the 4th to find Mr. Di Rupo's Muggle relatives."

"I know, you told me last night."

"I met the guy who burned my wand there. I used to firmly believe that he was a saint."

Victor's face changed, "Are you injured?" Heimdall held his hand as he was about to check again.

"It's okay, I got Cruciatus."

"Cruciatus is okay?!" Victor suddenly raised his voice, gnashing his teeth threateningly, "Sooner or later, I will tie you to my body! Even going to the toilet requires my consent!"

"They didn't kill me."

Victor gave him a hard look, "Should I thank them?"

Heimdall pouted aggrievedly, "I didn't ask them to come."

Victor's face turned black, "Because I can't find the culprit now, I can only temporarily blame you."

Chief Sturlusson rolled on the bed shamelessly, "I was injured, and you are still so fierce, why am I so unlucky..."

"Didn't you say it's all right?!" Despite the bad tone, the master still carefully massaged his stiff muscles. One of the sequelae of Cruciatus is pain like muscle spasms all over his body.

Heimdall enjoyed it comfortably for a while, then looked at the master's face and said: "I'm going to find an opportunity to contact Grindelwald, he must have concealed something about Di Rupo, although he never denied it. point."

Victor let out a "hmm", his emotions were unclear.

Heimdall sat up abruptly, held Victor's face in his hands, looked him in the eyes, "Do you want to come together?"