HP's Foreign Land

"You don't look well," Draco said.

Heimdall touched his face, "Really?"

Yael looked up, then nodded, "You don't look good." Then he asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Heimdall rubbed his stomach, "My stomach is uncomfortable."

"What's the matter? Have you eaten too much?" Todor said.

Heimdall rolled his eyes at him, "What do you mean 'eat too much'?"

Todor replied, "With your wolf-eating attitude, it will be a matter of time."

"Don't teach me in the tone of an ascetic vegetarian, we are the same." Director Stulusson retorted coldly.

Todor shrugged and raised his arm to gesture his biceps, "See? With my strong body," said another bodybuilding champion squeezing his flesh, "How is this sturdy physique possible! You still cherish your small stature."

Chief Sturluson swiftly took away the ham salad in front of Todor to show his anger.

"You'd better eat light." Jeanna pushed a bowl of oatmeal over.

Draco looked disgusted, and Jeanna laughed and said, "It's not for you to eat."

Draco said sorry, "Reflex."

Heimdall actually didn't like food very much, but he didn't push Janna's kindness, so he took the bowl and ate it one bite at a time.

Jeanna looked at him for a moment, "You tell Krum to restrain himself."

Heimdall gave a spoonful, and said "hmm" as calmly as possible.

The other males suddenly opened their eyes.

Heimdall was afraid that they might misunderstand, so he hurriedly said, "We haven't done much these days... He is usually very measured."

It's okay if you don't explain it, but once the explanation is over, the males are even more brazen to make up their minds, don't they all say that the explanation is just a cover-up.

So, they looked at Professor Krum, who was talking and laughing happily in the professor's circle on the other side of the auditorium, and muttered "human face and animal heart" in unison.

I don't know if their eyes were too enthusiastic, but Professor Krum turned his face and met the eyes of the brothers, the big guy panicked, staring at each other with horror on his face, " Clothes and beasts are coming! Clothes and beasts are coming!"

Heimdall brought up the class notes and stroked their little faces lovingly, honestly.

"You're in good spirits." Victor found them all staring at him with ruddy faces.

"You are the one who looks radiant, walking like a wind, and the corners of your robe fluttering." Yeer never admits that he is envious or jealous, and hides his face in a blink of an eye, "Where is my other half, I want to do this and that, and do this again and again Like that, and then I can't help but do this and that..."

Everyone was silent for a while.

Victor tried the temperature on Heimdall's forehead and heaved a sigh of relief, "How is it?"

Jeanna's answer was one step ahead, "Professor, you must know how to control yourself, and you will be unable to do what you want after being careful."

The males gloated and laughed.

Professor Krum's approachable image has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Many students have no sense of restraint in speaking and doing things in front of him, especially the few friends in front of him who are still friends of Heimdall.I didn't feel bad at first, but now the master regrets it a bit.

"Laughing? There will be times when you cry before the end of the semester." The master is condescending, not angry but powerful.

If you don't bring such a thing, you're abusing your power!All the males protested, and the next second their faces became moist again.

Yael crossed his legs: "Professor Krum, don't scare us, have you forgotten that you are teaching elective courses?" And it is a minor elective that basically does not affect the admission rate.

The master calmed down, "Did you forget that I know your major professors? I have a good relationship with them." He acted like I would not tell ordinary people.

The males were stunned and threatening.

Yersi held his heart in his hands, but couldn't get up on the table.

"I'm fine." Heimdall shook Victor's hand.

Victor's face was full of guilt, he did act a little bit harshly yesterday, but in the second half of the night, Fuzuna became stronger...Master must admit that his heart was silently elated.

"Professor, don't worry," Todor said. "Don't look at his weak appearance, his stomach must have been strengthened with spells during his lifetime, and he ate a lot during this meal."

In addition to the oatmeal that was wiped out before, Heimdall also ate the salad that was removed from him. Todor thought that even if he had a stomachache, he could still stuff things down without changing his face, which is definitely impossible for ordinary people.In other words, Chief Strulusson is also quite talented.

Victor couldn't help but feel better, touched Heimdall's face and neck, and kissed him willingly.

"I'll make you something easy to digest at night." The master has a desire to express himself as a virtuous wife.

Heimdall nodded repeatedly, and ordered with a shy stomach, "I want to eat the sour cream offal soup you made last time."

The master smiled.

The empty, lonely and cold males are howling together, showing affection in front of their bachelors who are in a state of severe shortage of girls, how cruel these two are.

Before leaving the auditorium, Yell stopped Heimdall, "Are you alright?"

Heimdall didn't understand, so, "It's okay, I ate a lot."

"I mean last week, we had an appointment to watch a Quidditch match, but you canceled the appointment."

"Oh, it's okay, I'm really sorry. I hope I didn't disappoint you."

Yeer asked him to watch a match of a team in Monaco. Although it was not a first-team team, out of patriotism, Yell stood unswervingly on the side of the national team and waved the flag.In order to meet Mr. No. 4 of the French Ministry of Magic, Heimdall pushed back Yael's appointment, and felt a little sorry.

"It's fine." Yael smiled, expressing that he didn't mind.

Heimdall said: "Next time I am the host, please watch the Vulcan game."

"That's what you said!" Yael's eyes lit up.

"Please give me a chance to make amends." Heimdall asked again, "Did you go to see it? How was the game?"

"I went to see it, it's so exciting! It's a pity that I lost."

Yael's drama has always been gorgeous, and Heimdall almost couldn't hold back.

The four of them walked in the night, surrounded by brightly lit streets on both sides, and surrounded by noisy crowds who started the nightlife.

"Why do you keep rubbing your belly?" Peter asked puzzled.

"Help digestion, eat too much." Heimdall said.

The two saint hunters who were with them, Duwab and the gold-rimmed glasses, looked at each other.

"What did you eat?" Peter asked enthusiastically.

"Beef offal soup."

"What's so delicious about beef offal soup?"

Heimdall decided to forgive him mercifully, not because he didn't know the goods, but because he didn't have the opportunity to see them.The head of the room burped for a long time under a signboard with gold and silver colored lights, and felt much better immediately.

Heimdall was invited to join Duwab's temporary operation. The purpose of this trip was to meet a saint who had lost his way. He specially delivered information for the wizarding coalition of the International Federation of Wizards at the end of the war. After the war, there was no difference in the suppression. He wandered around the world and returned to Europe last year. Now he occasionally does his old job, which is selling information to saint hunters.

"May I know his name?" Heimdall asked Duwab.

"You'll know when you see it." Du Wab smiled lightly, keeping the secret to the end.

The gold-rimmed glasses took the opportunity to move her face closer, "Kiss me, and I'll tell you."

Heimdall was surprised, was he being molested?

"No," he shook his head. "Secrecy appeals to me more."

The gold-rimmed glasses looked regretful.

"How is Frank? Has the money been paid?" Heimdall said.

Confused by the gold-rimmed glasses, "Frank?"

Duwab said, "The masked man."

"Oh!" The gold-rimmed glasses suddenly realized, and then laughed, "I guess I won't be able to get out in this life. I'm actually a good talker. It's no problem to save his life. I don't know anything else."

This is called good speech? !Seeing that the other party looked calm, as if they were talking about the weather, Heimdall thought to himself that we are not on the same side as them.

A group of people crossed the streets and alleys, and came to the edge of the city. There were fewer and fewer passers-by around them. They bid farewell to the metropolis that was just lit up, and they walked into the sparsely populated wilderness.

Mr. No. 4 was not involved in today's operation.

Tonight, the moon and stars were sparse, and Heimdall carefully observed the surrounding scenery along the way. It looked very primitive, and it was almost impossible to see anyone other than them.

"I thought informants liked to live in places with lots of people talking," Heimdall said.

"They usually hang out in crowded places and live in no fixed place. Today he may live here, but tomorrow you may say it is another family." Duwab said.

Heimdall nodded.

The gold-rimmed glasses suddenly waved their hands, and the four of them stopped by a pond. The surface of the pond was shimmering with silver light, the water was cloudy, and there were puddles of rubbish floating on the surface, emitting a stench.People in the metropolis brought their habits to the suburban counties where they seldom set foot. There were still a few drinks bottles lying in a mess on the grass by the pond.

The four of them didn't have time to discuss environmental issues right now, their faces in the gold-rimmed glasses changed, and Duwab's face also tensed up suddenly.

Beside the pool is a row of luxuriant oleanders, which have not yet reached the flowering period. The flower wall full of green leaves has become a natural barrier, and the gold-rimmed glasses gently push aside the branches to look out.

Heimdall couldn't help becoming nervous.

There was a scream, and the gold-rimmed glasses turned his eyes, "Over there!" He rushed out without saying a word.

Duwab didn't move. After a while, the direction where the gold-rimmed glasses disappeared was still silent. The scream seemed to be everyone's hallucination, and even the gold-rimmed glasses became an unknown mystery when they disappeared into the night.

"What's going on?" Heimdall mouthed, and the wand was held in his hand the moment the gold-rimmed glasses left.

"Someone came one step earlier than us." Duwab said in a low voice.

Whether it is an enemy or a friend is unknown.

But waiting here is not a problem, Duwab said: "I'll go and have a look first." In any case, the purpose of this trip cannot be given up.

"Be careful," said Heimdall.

Duwab's light figure disappeared on the other side of the oleander.

"A few people are here." Peter's voice sounded in the darkness.

"Can you feel it?" Heimdall asked.

"Yes," Peter paused for a moment. "No more than five, no, no more than four."

"Why didn't you say that just now?"

"I'm here to protect you, not to protect you." Peter's sharpness was unstoppable, which was quite different from his usual recklessness.

"Oh, there are two more here, little boys, I'll play with you." A hoarse and strange laugh sounded behind him, Peter's hands were as fast as lightning, and he pulled Heimdall to avoid a wave of attacks. Cast the petrification spell at the same time as dodging.There was no echo, but Heimdall knew the spell had failed.

The hoarse and grinning master stalked and disappeared in the dark, as if he was playing with them like mice in a urn.Heimdall failed to hit several consecutive petrification spells.Peter was always by his side, fighting alongside him.In most cases, he is responsible for throwing magic, and Peter is responsible for defensive avoidance.The cooperation time is short, so it is not proficient, but the basic tacit understanding is gradually being established.

As time passed, after several rounds in a row, the opponent still didn't cast a single spell, and Heimdall began to have an idea.

"No, no, no, don't even think about leaving here, I haven't played enough yet." The host of the strange smile noticed that the two wanted to break through, and finally revealed his figure while blocking the way.

Heimdall looked at the target and threw out a petrification spell, the shadow in front of him flickered, and he lost it again.

"Little darling, you don't have good eyesight." The owner of the strange smile sneered.

Heimdall felt a chill on his cheeks, and the hairs on his back stood up. He didn't expect that the owner of the strange smile could approach him in such a short time, and even touched his skin. Heimdall shuddered.

This move was undoubtedly a face-to-face provocation for Peter, who regarded himself as a protector, and he couldn't help being angry.

"Damn vampires, you can smell your decay from five kilometers away." Peter yelled and rushed out.

Then, no then.

It's a little heartening that both Peter and the Grinning Master disappear at the same time, which at least proves that Peter's attack didn't fail.

Heimdall stayed alone under the opaque oleander wall, not far from the smelly pond. Although the night was quiet, he felt a growing sense of urgency to race against time.

Ordinary wizards really suffer from fighting in the dark. The eyes' ability to adapt to the darkness is slow and limited. He dare not use any lighting magic now, for fear of scaring the snake and bringing adverse effects to his companions.

Heimdall thought for a while, and took out several identical little cockroaches from his pocket. These were imitations after studying the gift cockroach from master alchemist Beria.He gently waved his wand over these small things like stroking, the little cockroaches seemed to have gained life, their legs and feet twitched unnaturally, after a period of self-adjustment, the little cockroaches scrambled to fly away from Heimdall's palm, Disappeared in the night and the grass.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he released his Xiaoqiang troops, there was a painful wailing from behind, and after the rustling, he blurted out a curse, "Who the hell!"

Heimdall turned around quickly and threw out a fluorescent flash, and saw a man in a Muggle jacket get up in a panic and hurriedly, the sudden flash of fluorescent light made his pupils shrink, and when he raised his head and raised his wand short of breath Attack, Heimdall's petrifying curse has fallen on him.The Muggle-dressed wizard turned into a statue in an instant.

Heimdall exhaled cautiously, his eyes stared straight into the blackness where he couldn't see his fingers.Someone helped him just now?Who will it be?An informant to visit today?Or a companion who shot by the way in the battle?The latter possibility seems remote.

There was a dull impact, which sounded like the sound of a blunt object being smashed into the flesh. Heimdall's teeth were sore, and his heart rose to his throat. It was for his companions who didn't know where he was at this time, and for himself.

The rustling sound resounded again, different from the chaos just now, and the fierce evil spirit was oppressing from a certain direction. Heimdall swallowed his throat, and the tense atmosphere caused a spasm in his stomach. He bent over and squatted down, his back Stick to the oleander flower wall, fully alert, keep your eyes on, and reduce the area under attack.

There was a slight wail, and the tense strings in his head slammed. The oleander wall behind him shook violently, and a big hole was broken with a splash. Heimdall quickly turned around, raised his wand, but did not stand up, shrinking Hold your breath in the tangled grass.

Then all the sounds disappeared, and he could only hear his own breathing, his violent heart beating like a drum, thump, thump, thump, every time it landed on the joints, his limbs twitched.However, everything is psychological. In fact, they are completely motionless under the control of the brain.

Footsteps sounded, undisguised, and extremely confident. Heimdall gritted his teeth and suppressed his urge to jump up and throw magic. He told himself repeatedly that he must hit it with one blow. Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, just wait. The opponent enters the attack range.

The moonlight that stayed out of the way climbed from one side of the hole in the flower wall to this side, shining a bright silvery white.

The footsteps didn't stop, and then, they walked straight over Yinbai.

When Heimdall saw the owner of the footsteps clearly, his little face turned pale.

werewolf? !He looked up at the sky, it was too unscientific, how could there be a werewolf at this time?

The werewolf stopped suddenly, and Heimdall came back to his senses, thinking about what to do. He still had a vivid memory of the werewolf who was ferocious by nature. He had suffered a lot in the Forbidden Forest in the fourth grade.

Then with a plop, a wizard with a pale face was thrown to the ground, his limbs were covered in blood, and he was dying.Heimdall carefully identified the appearance of the wizard, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he found that it wasn't any one of his companions, and the problem followed.

Who is this wizard?Why did the werewolf attack him?Could it be fighting in the nest?

The werewolf paused for a moment and walked towards Heimdall's ambush. Every step seemed to be on his heart. The drum-like heartbeat disappeared, replaced by the sound of the werewolf trampling on the mud and grass.

Just when the opponent was about to approach the optimal attack range, the werewolf suddenly stopped, Heimdall beat his chest and stamped his feet, "Ci'ao, do you dare to take another step?"

Raising his eyes inadvertently, he met the werewolf's eyes. Heimdall was stunned by the deep meaning in the other's eyes before he could panic.The werewolf never attacked, just watched silently.Heimdall stood up in a strange way, and walked forward, overcoming psychological barriers to come to the werewolf, and found that the other was not tall, at least shorter than the werewolves he had come into contact with.

The moonlight crawled to their feet, throwing a ray of light.

The tense strings in Heimdall's mind were loosened, and his thinking resumed. He was silent for a moment, and then asked carefully, "Peter?"

The werewolf lowered his head, rubbed his furry head against his cheek, and was surrounded by a strong beast breath. Heimdall was startled. If it was normal, he would have been out of his wits.

"Really Peter?!"

The werewolf nodded.

Heimdall smiled, and then his face changed, "Let's discuss it, you change back quickly, to tell you the truth, I have a shadow of the werewolf, didn't you see that my calves were shaking."

The human Peter appeared in a blink of an eye, and the other two would be back soon, and he didn't want to reveal this secret in front of them.

Heimdall hugged him warmly, "Thank God, it's great that you're fine." To be honest, Heimdall had some doubts about his ability, and he didn't have time to stop him when he ran out, so he was very worried.

Peter sniffed again indiscriminately, as if to confirm that it was indeed this person, and then hugged him back. Fortunately, Director Stuluson didn't see this small detail of shocking people.

"We each dealt with one, and the remaining two will be handed over to the experienced saint hunters." Peter disagreed.

As decent police detectives, saint hunters are almost no different from saints in their eyes, and both are usually unswerving supporters for their goals.The difference is that saints harm all wizards—including Muggles, and saint hunters only harm saints in most cases, but there is no guarantee that innocent people will not be implicated.Over the past fifty years, countless ordinary people, including Muggles, have been implicated in the pursuit of saint hunters.

The saint hunter's use of violence to control violence and the wizard police detective's pursuit of justice are not on the same spiritual level, and the two have long disliked each other.

Confirming that the crisis was temporarily lifted, Heimdall stared at Peter for a long time, until he was ashamed.

"Are you a werewolf?" Heimdall asked cautiously.

Peter nodded generously, "I know how wizards view werewolves. If you are afraid, you can ask the higher-ups to replace them."

"You worry too much," Heimdall said. "I thank you before it's too late, you just saved me."

Peter expressed confusion, "I just went out to chase the enemy, and I didn't save you. I don't think you will sit still."

not him……

A thought slipped through his mind, and Heimdall changed the subject calmly, "Didn't werewolves only transform on the night of the full moon? Can you control it yourself?"

"I can't tell you, I'm bound by a confidentiality policy." Peter said apologetically.

"It's okay." Heimdall shook his head quickly.

"I can only say that I am not completely self-controlled, but I can suppress my emotions, have human reason during the transformation, and will not go crazy."

The international police force deserves to be of an international level. Of course, they have secret weapons that cannot be disclosed.

Peter came to the bloodied wizard who had been captured by him, raised his leg and kicked him: "This guy is a vampire. I saw it on the wanted list. He is a saint, but his qualifications are very low. disciples."

Heimdall nodded, "I recognize it."

Most of the wizards who joined the saints organization in the late period of the war did not respond to Grindelwald's call, but the call became a cover. These people only pursue more targeted and organized killings, put on the cloak of saints, and purify the world The slogan of killing innocent people is logical, and they think it is more exciting than committing crimes by themselves.No matter what team, it is impossible to achieve permanent unity.

"They're back." Heimdall turned and looked behind him.

Peter said in surprise, "Your nose is getting better and better."

"It's not that my nose is good, it told me." Heimdall raised his hand, and the black captain Xiaoqiang was lying on his index finger, his tentacles dangling cutely.

"What's that?" Peter held out his hand curiously.

Captain Xiaoqiang slid into Heimdall's cuff.

Peter pursed his lips, with a bitter expression, as if he had been abandoned.

When the two saint hunters saw them waiting on the spot unscathed, and witnessed the two subdued enemies, especially when they saw the bloody wizard lying unconscious on the ground, surprise flashed across their faces.

"As expected, they have received special training." The two hunters grinned one after the other.

"Extremely rewarding, how can you kill people." Peter smiled heartlessly, flashing his big white teeth.

Two wizard hunters: "..."

Seeing that they were empty-handed, Peter asked, "Why didn't you bring back the spoils?"

"Let them go," Duwab confessed.

The gold-rimmed glasses hurriedly explained, "In order for them to report back."

When it comes to thinking, Peter is prone to get stuck, giving back to the gold-rimmed glasses with blank eyes.

Heimdall thought for a while and said, "We have been implicated. The campaign against saints in other countries has already been carried out. Seeing how desperate they are today, they probably think it's the leaker we want to see. Is that person okay? "

"They didn't succeed, that old guy was a thief, so they couldn't catch him easily." Duwab said.

"This is troublesome." Heimdall rubbed his nose. "I originally wanted to use the ignorant countries to distract the attention of real saints and counterfeit people. Is it wise that I was mistaken by my cleverness?"

"It should only be temporary. We have passed on the news. Those who know how to protect themselves will not act rashly." Du Wab's words further explained the move of letting the two saints go.

"Don't you call yourself saint hunters? Why did you tip them off?" Peter's brains became clear again at this moment.

"Successful hunters are well versed in the importance of trade-offs." The gold-rimmed glasses smiled slightly.

Peter stuck out his tongue without hesitation.