HP's Foreign Land

After walking along the lake for about seven or eight minutes, a right-turning fork appeared ahead.Victor decisively turned right and parted ways with the beautiful Mirror Lake.The narrow path shuttles among the tall spruces, the sun shines through the branches, and the mottled path is sparsely illuminated. Wild flowers emerge from the cracks and sway at people's feet. Small animals jump from time to time between the trees on the left and right sides. Birds were chirping in the treetops.

Victor stopped suddenly, and a stone road leading to another direction appeared on the downhill, he was a little uncertain.

"I have an impression of this place, but the destination of the road is very vague." Victor rubbed his temples and turned around with an apologetic smile... Director Sturluson has already eaten.

Heimdall, who was picking bacon out of the sandwich, raised his head and said extremely gently, "It's okay dear, just think about it slowly, don't rush."

The master is silent, he should know, this baby can't be counted on at all.

"I really can't think of asking the pod." Heimdall elbowed the pod cat who was scratching the chocolate with its paws, and the chocolate was specially prepared for it at its request.

The master's expression became a little unnatural, and he forgot about it.Seeing the beautiful mountains and clear waters all around, the sun was high, it was really refreshing, so he walked back to Heimdall, took a bite of the sandwich with his hand, deliberately put his mouth on the bacon, and after swallowing, he still showed a look of unfinished thought, Si Mr. Tulu Song, with a haggard face, was chewing the leftover vegetable leaves in white bread.

Victor opened his mouth slightly to him, but Heimdall glanced at him and then turned his head away. The man told him that he wanted to eat it and bite it directly, but Director Sturluson firmly stated that he would not eat the food that came from it.

The two of them were lying on their sides, when Doudou suddenly screamed, as if its tail was stepped on, and its back arched.

Immediately after, a slight buzzing sound passed Heimdall's ears, and he turned his face wonderingly. A black object hit the bridge of his nose with a bang, and Heimdall covered his nose.

The pod cat, having regained consciousness, stopped yelling nonsense, and avoided Heimdall far away, as if he was afraid that someone might have an infectious disease, and hid on Victor's side, screaming, [There are cockroaches!Kill it quickly!kill it! ]

Victor picked up the thing that the pod called a cockroach, and before he could examine it carefully, the pod called out again, [Disgusting!Almost lost! ]

Heimdall put down his hand covering his nose, leaned closer to look, and took it from his boyfriend.

The pod is still showing its presence, unwilling to be lonely, [Pervert, what's so interesting about cockroaches! ]

This cat is too good-for-nothing!

Heimdall hooked the master's face without looking up, "Sweetheart, tell him to shut up."

The surroundings immediately quieted down, the mouth covered in the pod was full of cows, and the heart roared—stepfather.

"It's not a cockroach." Heimdall said in surprise. "This is a magic product. It's so amazing, it's almost real." He spread the fake cockroach on his palm. Under the bright light, the cockroach's wings shone like black agate, with slender tentacles, flexible limbs, black and brown The torso, if you throw it in the pile of real cockroaches, you probably won't find out that it's a counterfeit.

Heimdall also tried to make some small gadgets, such as the little bird he made for the big eyes and the multifunctional wrench he gave to the master last time. Compared with the cockroach, which is so lifelike and so lifelike, it is completely a pile of scrap metal.

Victor let go of the pod, "Where did the cockroach come from?"

The pods played dumb with vengeance.

Without further ado, the master started to unpack the large bag of chocolates, and the pods screamed, surrendering, [Over there! ]

Victor stretched out his hand to grab Heimdall who was still studying cockroaches, "I know where we're going down below, it seems my memory is kind to me."

[You remember? !Thank you for your kindness... your memory is amazing!Worthy of being the number one Seeker in the world! ]

The master stopped rubbing the chocolate wrapping.

It was a house built on a tree... not so much built as hung.The whole building is tilted here and there, with orange-red roofs, snow-blue walls, and the head-like roof hanging precariously on one side. The twisted waist is more graceful and exquisite than the Burrow of the Weasley family.

A rope ladder hangs from the front deck to the ground below.

"This is it?" Heimdall stared at the hut, interested in its structure.

The cockroach in his hand suddenly struggled, took advantage of Heimdall's surprise and flew away, and quickly disappeared into the weed pile beside the stone road.Only then did Heimdall realize that apart from the cockroaches just now, dragonflies and beetles perched on the leaves, small birds coming and going, rabbits poking out their heads to watch warily from time to time, squirrels jumping on the trees, etc. All living things are man-made.

Heimdall was tongue-tied, looking at the vivid naughty gray rabbit and lost his mind.

Victor obviously saw all this, nodded and said, "That's right here." Pulling Heimdall up the rope ladder, he came to the small platform in front of the tree house.The amazing thing is that the whole house is tilted so badly from below that it seems that there is no way to stand on it, but it is very stable when you really stand on it.The owner's masterpiece mocks not only aerodynamics, but gravity as well.

Just when Heimdall was imagining the appearance of an expert with the feeling of apprehension that he was about to meet an expert, he suddenly found that the master was staring blankly at the hammock hanging on the branch branching out from the side, and Heimdall's focused eyes made him Dahl was very curious.

"What happened to the hammock?" Heimdall tried to analyze the existence of the hammock in reverse, but ended in failure.

"I think of a book Duncan once gave me." Victor had a thoughtful expression.

Heimdall became even more curious, "The book said hammock?"

Victor nodded, "We'll buy one another day and go back and study it."

"What are you studying?"

"The various usage methods mentioned in the book." The master smiled slightly when he said this, the eagerness in his eyes is self-evident.

May I ask, what connotations can be explored in the book sent by Mr. Duncan Orwell? !

Stulu Song's room chief chrysanthemum tightened.

Victor stepped forward and knocked on the door, but no one answered. He knocked a few more times, but still couldn't hear anything.

"No one's home?" Heimdall said.

Victor didn't give up, and persisted until there was a quick shout from behind the door, "Which bastard with no eyes?! How many times have I said that I'm fine, don't bother me! I don't participate in any activities, and I don't have the time to entertain guests. Thanks!"

The two outside the door looked at each other, and Heimdall raised his hand to join the knocking process.

The person inside the door was furious, "Damn it!" He opened the door in a hurry, and then he was taken aback. "Who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Beria?" Victor ignored the other party's glaring eyes.

"It's me." Beria, with a monocular magnifying glass hanging on his face, looked at the two of them back and forth. "I don't know you." The implication is that if you have something to say, hurry up, and if you have nothing to do, hurry up and get out.

"I'm here to get something," Victor said.

"Nonsense! I don't know you, what do you want?" Beria seemed to have figured something out, and his temper became even worse. "Get out! I said I don't sell my baby casually, Beria doesn't welcome you!" As he said that, he was about to close the door.

Being held back by the master, the arm strength of ordinary people is naturally not comparable to that of a Quidditch player. Beria blushed and did not close the door. "Damn it, what else can you do but eat, come and help me, toothache!"

A black creature rushed out quickly, and rushed towards the master who was holding the door. The pod squatting on Heimdall's shoulder jumped down nimbly, and scratched its paw fiercely.The Doberman pinscher known as Huoya suffered from pain, stopped attacking, lay down on the ground and covered his nose aggrievedly.The master took the opportunity to push open the door, and Beria yelled that the broken tooth was useless, while circling around the room anxiously.

"Where's my wand? Where's my wand?"

"There." Heimdall pointed to the shelf by the door.

"Thank you." Beria picked up the wand in three steps in two steps, raised the wand and turned to face them. "What are you going to do?! Tell you, I, Lavrenti Beria, are not easy to bully! As long as I give an order, my babies will fight for me bloody! Get out of my house as soon as you know!"

"Calm down, I'm just here to pick up something." Victor shook his head.

"I said my baby is not for sale!"

"I'm not interested in your baby, I'm here to get the key."

"I don't listen to your nonsense, no matter how many times I say it, the answer is the same, my baby... the key?!" Beria finally came to his senses, his eyes straightened in surprise.

Victor said, "Yes, I'm here to get the key, the key to Dahlia's cabin."

Beria remained motionless as if frozen, and Heimdall couldn't help pulling the master's hand, which was held by the master.

I don't know how long it took, Beria showed a hellish expression, "... Ivan Vasilyevich?"

Victor laughed but said nothing.

"It turns out that what the ancestor said is true, someone will really come to get the key..." Beria said to himself, his face a little pale.

"Are you a descendant of Vladimir Pavlovich Beria?" Victor said slowly.

Beria jumped up suddenly, "You know?!" Without the master saying anything, he fell into his own world again. "He knows, he really knows, that is to say, it's all true. It's true that Vasilyevich will come to pick up the key..." The chatter behind him was mixed up and couldn't be heard clearly.

"He was terrified," Heimdall said.

"It shows that he didn't believe in the promise of the ancestors to keep the keys before."

Victor didn't have time to wait for him to figure it out, "Please take out the copper box, do you need me to further prove my identity?"

Beria came back to his senses when he heard this, and narrowed his eyes, "Since you can tell what the 'key' actually represents, you must know what's inside."

Victor looked at his wand and said meaningfully, "I know."

Beria stared at him for a long time, and finally said, "Wait a moment." He turned around and rummaged through the house. "Where did I put that thing? Where is it? Lost tooth, do you remember where it is?"

The broken teeth on the ground did not squeak, and seemed to start snoring. It was not at all obvious that this was a Doberman pinscher known for its fierceness.

Only then did Heimdall start to look at the whole room. There were sheepskin drawings scattered everywhere, which were messed up by strokes, and more were crumpled up and rolled everywhere.Various metal items, discarded or semi-finished products are piled up on the table, and puppets, leather, medicinal herbs, and unknown items are hung from the beams.The finished drawings are pasted all over the walls, just like a thick layer of wallpaper.The cabinet by the wall was full of incomprehensible things, and there were rows of small boxes of unknown purpose. Heimdall took a peek and found various ores inside.

"Mr. Beria is a magic item maker?" Heimdall asked Victor in a low voice.

"To be precise, an alchemist." Victor replied.

"Alchemist? Like Nick Flamel?"

"Nick Flamel can't be called an alchemist. His research is too simple. For the whole meaning of alchemy, making the Philosopher's Stone is just a drop in the ocean," Beria walked over with a box. "Alchemy is extensive and profound. Most wizards nowadays are eager for quick success and only do one-sided research. Few wizards can be honored as alchemists."

Heimdall was not easy to talk about. In his opinion, Nick Flamel was a great alchemist. He didn't know how profound he was. Few wizards could make the Sorcerer's Stone alone, so why bother with those names.

Victor took the box and glanced quickly, "Thank you."

Beria looked at his face: "It's incredible..." It seemed that he was still in shock and couldn't extricate himself.

"You never believed it?" Heimdall asked.

"You know?" Beria asked in surprise.

"I came with him, what do you think?" Heimdall said with a smile.

"Could it be...Jolph Sturluson?" Beria's face was not only slightly pale.

"My surname is Strulusson, but it's not Jolf."

Bella's eyeballs almost popped out.

"Let's go." Victor nodded to Beria. "Thank you for keeping this box for me. If you need any help, just ask. I'm Victor Krum."

"The famous seeker?" Beria was not as closed as he appeared.

"Can I write to you?" Heimdall said hastily. "These treasures of yours have opened my eyes. I also like to make small gadgets. Of course, it can't be compared with your works. Can I ask you questions about this in the future?"

"You like it too?" Beria welcomed the fellows very much, and his words became more polite. "Of course, I will write you the contact information. Wildberry Village is not very easy to find."

Heimdall accepted the note with a smile on his face, said a few more words of thanks, and left the tree house with Victor.

Until they walked a long way and out of sight, Beria was still standing on the platform in front of the tree house, staring blankly at the direction they left in a daze.

"Oh, grandpa, by the way, I want to tell grandpa about this..." Beria rushed into the room and closed the door, and made a fuss with the portraits of the ancestors.

Dalia's hut was built with its back to the lake. In front of the house was a thriving rose vine, which almost blocked the road. The two spent some time along the road clearing the thorny roses on both sides of the road and sorting out a path leading to the lake.

"My Merlin..." When Heimdall walked happily along the path to Daria's hut, he found that the whole house was wrapped in more rose vines, like a rice dumpling.

Heimdall studied in front of the house for a while, then volunteered to beg for performance, and pulled out his wand handsomely in front of the master.Victor smiled slightly, acquiescing to his actions.

The pod cat jumped off Heimdall's shoulders and came to the master's feet.

Director Sturlusson waved his wand with great confidence, and looked at the arrogant posture, as if the obstacle would disappear in the next second.But 2 minutes later, Dahlia's hut is still like an unpeeled rice dumpling, and the rose vines are still growing in good condition.

"This...the horse has stumbled..." Heimdall tried his best not to change his face, but he couldn't stand the master's penetrating eyes, and retreated with his face covered.

Victor put his arms around his shoulders, kissed his cheek, and saw that he still looked shameless, and said with a smile, "If these flower vines are so easy to spend, they will have been trampled down in hundreds of years, and the house must be flattened." It no longer exists."

"Is this the spell cast by the principal back then?" Heimdall raised his head decisively.

Every time the topic involved Vasilyevich, the admiration of Chief Strulusson's bright eyes rushed over his face even with his eyes closed.The master suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Heimdall noticed that his boyfriend suddenly fell silent.

"The mood is a bit complicated." Victor muttered, regardless of the question marks on Heimdall's face, he took out his wand, pointed at the seal of the copper box and said "Open", and heard the box lid click open, and then Open automatically.

Inside is a dark maroon wand. The lower part of the wand has complicated and gorgeous patterns, dense and sparse from bottom to top until the tip of the wand disappears. It looks very valuable.

Heimdall stared at the staff, and a strange light shone faintly on the staff. Heimdall was startled, and looked carefully, but there was no trace.

"This is the 'key'?" Heimdall restrained himself for a long time before reaching out to touch it.

"Vassilievich's wand," said Victor.

"Wow, it should be considered an antique. Can you use it?" Heimdall asked.

"I don't know." Victor felt embarrassed. "That's how he set it up back then. You can't get those flower vines out of the way without his wand. You also know that other people's wands may not be easy to handle, and they may not even be able to pick them up." Like Heimdall's maple gall .

"Try it quickly." Heimdall said enthusiastically.

Victor hesitated for a moment, grabbed the wand in the box under Heimdall's encouraging eyes, and picked it up.

The two looked at each other, 1 minute passed; 5 minutes passed; 10 minutes passed...

Pod stretched out at their feet.

[When are you going to see each other? ]

"...how does it feel?" Heimdall asked cautiously.

"I don't feel it." The master looked at the wand in his hand, and was incredibly quiet.

"Try that?" Heimdall pointed to the house.

Dalia's hut is like a land rising from the sea, breaking away from the package of rose vines, and the flower vines are scattered to the side like a stream of water, and return to the small hedge plant behind the house.

"I've tried so many methods and they didn't move at all. You just waved the small wooden stick..." Director Sturlusson covered his face again.

Seeing that the spell was cast successfully, Victor couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he heard that he was "low self-esteem" again. Just as he was about to say something, his face changed, and strange lines ran on the staff, with fire-like heat, and Victor felt painful. Let out a low cry.Horrified, Heimdall tried to tear his wand away from Victor, but his hands ached from the unbelievable heat and irritation.

Vasilyevich's wand firmly controlled the hands of the person holding it as if it had life, making it difficult for the user to get rid of it. The wand seemed to be rooted in the hand, and it was impossible to break free.

"Victor!" Heimdall pounced on him again, but was dodged by the master.

"Don't come here..." Viktor gritted his teeth and said, his facial expression twisted in pain.

[Heliopa is at fault, the core of the wand used by the father is the nascent fire of the fire spirit, and it does not listen to anyone's call except the father, and no one can control it. ]

"What should I do then? What should I do?" Heimdall walked around behind the master, trying to grab the wand while he was not paying attention, but was dodged by the sharp-sighted master.

[If this continues, Victor will be burned to ashes. ]

Heimdall anxiously summoned the ghost, but before his ghost could get close to Victor, he was ignited by the heat from the wand, and the ghost that had been on the scene for less than a minute disappeared in a scream.

Heimdall was speechless, can objects summoned by summoning spells be burned? !

[Don't worry, your goblin is burned, and he hasn't even lost his hair, which means that Heliopa didn't want his life.It doesn't take that long for the flame elf to burn something. Everything is instantly flattened in front of it, and everything is gone in the blink of an eye. ]

"I don't feel comforted at all..." Heimdall was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, hating his meager ability.Are you helpless?Can only sit and wait?Watching the unfair competition between the boyfriend and the downturned stick core?

"Victor, where is your wand?" Heimdall suddenly thought of something and shouted. "Can't you summon Heliopa with a summoning spell? Although it's not a real flame elf, it's just a summoning object, but it should be able to do something, right?"

Right now, only a dead horse is a living horse doctor.Heimdall firmly believed that the master would not lose, but he did not want to see his boyfriend in such pain.

After hearing Heimdall's words, Victor took out his wand with difficulty with the other hand, and almost slipped out without holding it firmly. In mid-air, it was almost up to the throat.

"You, you stay away..." Victor turned his face and gave him a comforting smile.

Although the smile was not very good-looking, Director Stulusson was so moved that his face was full of heart, thinking that even if it was really burned, we would burn it into a barbecue on a plate.

The moment Heliopa was summoned, the wand vibrated quite a bit, and it seemed a bit confused where this kind of creature came from?Taking advantage of the moment when Heliopa was distracted and loosened, the master decisively threw it into the box, closed the lid forcefully, and sat down on the ground.He raised his hand and saw that the skin of his right palm was bruised, it was horrible.

Heimdall saw how distressed Victor's hand was, and hurriedly took out the stuffed cloth bag that was about to collapse. After a long search, he found the potion box for healing that Leon had given him, and applied the medicine for the old man to bandage.The medicinal effect of Baixian, the holy product of healing, is very cheap when dealing with the burns of flame elves. Fortunately, Victor feels that there will be no burning sensation after applying it, otherwise Baixian will be demoted to nothing.

Heimdall rummaged through the big cloth bag, unpacked it, and fiddled with it for a long time. He also took apart the pods of chocolate, and poured them back into the bag, leaving the outer packaging behind.The black cat dared not speak out.

Then, he carefully picked up the copper box, wrapped it three layers on the left and three layers on the right, and didn't give up until the appearance was out of shape.It seemed as if wrapping it in so many layers could trap the wand.Victor couldn't help laughing, knowing that he was seeking psychological comfort, so he didn't stop him, and let him wrap the box like a rice dumpling and stuff it in the innermost layer of the cloth bag.

After finishing all this, Heimdall wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead as if he had dealt with a major event, and then stuffed everything else back.

"What are you going to do with this wand? Return it when we leave?" Before the words were finished, the cloth bag shook violently, and scorching breath gushed out from the bottom of the bag, scaring Heimdall almost throwing the bag into the lake .

Now Chief Sturluson completely lost his sense of security.

"Don't worry, it's not malicious." Victor reassured Heimdall.

"I'm going to burn you into pork buns, so you don't have any malicious intentions?" Heimdall refused to accept his consolation. Even if the enemy is too cruel, we can't easily bow to the evil forces.

"It wants to play with me." The master's expression is intriguing.

"Play?" Heimdall was in a daze. "That wand is about four hundred years old, not too young..."

The pods explained, [the nascent fire is still the nascent fire after 400 years, and that will not change with time. ]

In other words, based on the core of the wand, Vasilyevich's wand is a young lolita? !

Heimdall looked at the house, "Let's go in, can we still walk?"

The pod cat couldn't wait to rush over.

"I can walk." Actually, there was nothing serious, but the master did not refuse Heimdall's support. "Are you going to take the bag?" The master found that he had left the bag on the ground.

Heimdall turned a deaf ear and pulled him forward, "Why don't you try combining two wands into one?"

Victor was moved by what he said. To be honest, he was really reluctant to part with the wand he was using now. After using it for so many years, he had used his feelings. Although the wand is a dead thing, it can communicate with its owner.

"Are you going to use that wand again?" Heimdall said. "If you plan to use it, I will find a way to notify Mr. Ollivander, and be sure to ask him to do it himself."

Victor was silent for a moment, "You do it."

Heimdall shook his head, "No."

"We'll talk about it when you're sure." Victor turned to take back the cloth bag with an unquestionable expression on his face.