HP's Foreign Land

Duwab took them to the house where the informant lived, and several of them turned on fluorescent lights respectively. Two-thirds of the fence in front of the door collapsed, the plants in the flower beds were crumbling, and the road under their feet was bumpy and buried in the mud. The small decorative stones in the room fell everywhere like an explosion site, and the surrounding area was in a mess.

"Are you sure he's still there?" Peter said unceremoniously.

"Do you have a problem with us?" No matter how good the temperament is, there is a critical point, not to mention whether the gold-rimmed glasses are really gentle or not.

Peter said: "Who said that people who work together must get along in harmony?"

The gold-rimmed glasses shook his head resignedly, probably considering that Peter was young, so he decided to be different from his general knowledge.

Seeing Peter choking on his gold-rimmed glasses, Heimdall secretly raised his thumbs up, thinking resentfully, you deserve it for molesting people!

The surrounding scenery was really not beautiful, the four of them didn't stay any longer, they pushed the door open, the door was not closed, the inside was dark, and the faint light came from the rear, as if it came from another room.

"We're here, don't pretend to be crazy, come out!" Duwab was very impatient with the scene in front of him, he probably had this kind of intolerant attitude towards the informant, and this informant was not a good person at all. thing.

No one answered.

Duwab glanced back, the gold-rimmed glasses turned off the fluorescent flashes, raised his hand and waved his wand, and a corner of the room burst into flames. Light up the cushions that blend in with the chairs.The room suddenly brightened.

Heimdall exchanged glances with Peter, and the Saint Hunter's method was really extraordinary, and he actually set fire directly.

The rocking chair made a crackling sound, which made people jump in fear. The flames enveloped the entire chair, and the heat wave rolled towards the face.

Heimdall began to wonder whether he would be involved.

I don't know what method the gold-rimmed glasses used, but the fire has always been firmly controlled in that corner of the room.

"I'll count to three. If you don't come out again, we'll blow up your house." Duwab issued an ultimatum. "One, two..."

On the count of three, some light came through the glass window connecting the backyard and the living room. Duwab smiled coldly, and the flames in the house changed from strong to weak, and disappeared without a trace as if they had been collected by a vacuum cleaner.If it wasn't for the pungent smell coming from the corner of the room, and only the scorched frame of the rocking chair remained, Heimdall would have thought that the fire just now was just an illusion.

They quickly walked across the room, opened the courtyard door, and came to the backyard.

The dilapidation here is comparable to the mess in front of the house.

Under their feet is a gray-white path paved with small stones, similar to the decorative details in front of the house.It can be seen that in the heyday of this backyard, there must have been lush flowers and trees. The yard was surrounded by low walls and a fence was inserted on it. Some clues can be seen from the remaining plant shapes, large and small decorative flowerpots, and tall trees. .It's a pity that it is dilapidated now, and only the plant hanging baskets left on the flower wall can prove the traces of its former glory.

"Come out!" Du Wabu raised his voice, he didn't have the leisure and fun to take advantage of the scene to remember.

Perhaps the informant was too careful, Duwab called out three times, but still did not get any response.

The two hunters were not impatient.The gold-rimmed glasses straightened the corners of the mouth into a cold line; Duwab frowned.

"He's here, teasing us." Peter whispered firmly to Heimdall.

As soon as he spoke, there was a muffled noise from the overgrown flower bed, and Duwab's fluorescent flicker moved there precisely, and the soil in the flower bed was tumbling strangely like a vibration.Startled, Peter raised his wand and aimed it there.The tumbling stopped suddenly, and the scene was silent for a second. The soil gushed out and sprinkled all around, and the location of the group of four was not spared.Heimdall and Peter escaped unharmed, and the two of them hid safely behind the armor curse, without touching a small pebble the size of a grain of rice.

The gold-rimmed glasses cast a resentful glance at Heimdall, silently accusing him of favoring one over another.

Heimdall looked ahead, ignoring this little episode.

After the mud was sprayed, a man covered with withered grass and rotten leaves struggled to climb out of the flower bed. His unkempt appearance was really scary. After all, Heimdall and Peter had limited knowledge, so they couldn't help taking a step back.

The mud man coughed uncomfortably, and shook the dead branches and leaves on his body vigorously, and soon a pool of mud piled up at his feet.

"You're really getting better at hiding, and you've even learned how to make holes." The gold-rimmed glasses said unhurriedly.

The mud man couldn't care less about talking, he coughed so hard that he almost suffocated.The sound of throat-choking cough was heart-wrenching, and the two young people present felt that they were going to cough too.

Duwab watched with cold eyes, and waited with his gold-rimmed glasses folded, seemingly very patient.

The mud man's cough quickly subsided, and then he pretended to sigh a few times, and muttered a few words about fate, which were all ignored by the two hunters.

"Dwab?! Oh, and you, why are you here?" The mud figurine raised its dark face, and shouted very vividly.

The two hunters didn't listen to him at all, they still watched him leisurely.

"I knew you were coming and I would have treated you with tea and wine. I didn't expect to be seen by you like this. It's really..." The mud figurine was quite able to talk to himself.

"Do you still have tea here?"

Everyone's attention was focused on Peter, and Peter blinked innocently, "Tonight's activity is a bit more, I'm thirsty." He said as he raised Heimdall's hand, as if he were a good buddy. "He's thirsty too."

"I'm thirsty?" Heimdall looked at Peter.

Peter's expression was particularly sincere in the confusing light of fluorescent flickering.

Heimdall nodded, then turned to look at the three, "Well, I'm thirsty."

The mud figurine's eyes flicked around the two of them, very brightly.

With the help of magic, the house was quickly restored to its original appearance, the carpet was flattened back to its original position, a fire was ignited in the fireplace, and a kettle was stewed, the peeling wallpaper on the wall was spread out seamlessly, the vase was straightened, and the pots and pans Returning to their positions one by one... The biggest shortcoming is that the rocking chair could not be rescued, and the mud man didn't care, and slipped into the small room connected to the kitchen. The two hunters were not afraid that he would run away. He can no longer be called a "mud man".

Appears to be about fifty years old - the real age can not be judged, medium build, broad shoulders, black curly hair, with a short hard gray beard, the upper body is changed into a black woolen robe, and the lower body is light-colored trousers. At first glance, he is an attractive old man. These are the innate conditions for him to commit crimes repeatedly.

When his undisguised gaze slid from Peter's face to Heimdall's, Heimdall felt as if a needle had been pricked in his ass, and he wanted to jump up and punch him or cast a mind-blowing spell.The little police detective also turned black.

"Aren't you two going to introduce me?" The mud figurine urged Duwab enthusiastically.

"I think it's better for you not to know." Duwab said flatly.

"How can this be? This is the most basic courtesy of being a human being." The mud figurine refused to give up, and his cunning eyes turned around the two young people again.

"I've never wanted to bite like I do today." Peter whispered to Heimdall through gritted teeth.

Seeing that he was clenching his fists, Heimdall quickly grabbed his arm, "Be sure to calm down. This is a test for us. What is a test? A test is farting."

Peter couldn't help laughing, "That's an interesting statement." Then he smiled meaningfully, "I can bite people without transforming, and the effect is the same."

Heimdall swallowed, but the hand holding his arm did not let go.

Seeing that Duwab refused to enter, the mud man decided to support himself. Before the two hunters could react, he approached the two young men with a smile on his face that made his teeth itch.

"What's the name?" Heimdall decided to strike first.

"Behemy, you two can call me Simili." He stretched out his hand as he spoke. "What do you call the two sweethearts?"

Heimdall was surprised at first, then sneered, "Behemy? Ah, it's you. When did you come out of Brazil? How dare you go back to Europe?!"

Bessie's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't make any fuss. After all, it was an old Jianghu who had experienced many trials and hardships.

"Honey knows me?"

"Your arrest warrant was raised to orange in 95, you're so brave, Simili."

A strange laugh came from Bessie's throat, hoarse, with a sharp and twisted drawl, which made the scalp tingle, but Heimdall looked back at him without changing his expression.

"What is sweetheart going to do?" Bessie asked with great interest after laughing.

"I haven't thought about it yet." When Heimdall said this, he felt the muscles from Peter under his palm stiffen for a moment. He pressed his palm hard, pushing Peter back who was almost jumping up.

Peter's face was tense.

"You know the purpose of our coming here, right?" Heimdall stopped playing around with him.

Bessie still maintained a relaxed posture, "It seems to know something."

"Judging from the current situation, we need your help. It is very satisfying to arrest you, but everything in the world will always face a decision at a critical moment. Let me put it this way, I will not inform you."

Based on Bessie's previous crimes, killing women and molesting minors is not too much.Eighty percent of the time during this period of time, he was so suffocated that he was late at night, and actually wanted to attack two young adults who had grown up.Heimdall felt that this guy would die sooner or later because of his perverted hobby.

Bessie showed a nonchalant smile, and Heimdall's choice didn't seem unexpected.

"I advise you not to be complacent, the international police force will not do anything to you for the time being, but there are other people who are very interested in your movements." Heimdall said calmly. "As far as I know, Mr. Pipe has been paying attention to your whereabouts since the end of last year. How long has it been since you met?"

"Pipe?" Bessie's expression changed drastically. "... Shehu Shagari?"

Heimdall blinked, "I won't tell you."

Peter looked at them in bewilderment, completely ignoring their back and forth, let alone why the disgusting molester suddenly had a shit-eating expression on his face.

Hearing Shajiali's name, the two hunters looked at each other indiscriminately.

Xiehu Shagari is a well-known leader of intelligence dealers in the circle. In the world of wizards—except for the goblin information network that defies the sky, in terms of information transmission, Shagari said that no one dares to call the number one the second.Ever since he asked someone for advice, the king of intelligence has racked his brains to change his appearance in the past two years. He has evolved from appearing in small local media from time to time to occasionally seeing exciting reports about him serving the people in some mainstream media, and he is about to become a wizard. He is the number one philanthropist in the world, but there are not a few people who call him hypocritical, so less negative news does not mean that the king of intelligence has forgotten how to play negative things.

"When you were trapped in Brazil, you asked Mr. Shagari for help. You had an agreement at that time. Did Mr. Shagari know that you had returned to Europe?" Heimdall went down to the next level.

Bessie's old face was emerald green.

"That's the one."

The five stopped at this side of the road. Bessimmee was referring to a Muggle bar about fifty meters away. The bar was wrapped in pink fluorescent tubes, collaging the name of the bar in various colors. The dazzling fluorescent powder was particularly attractive. People's eyes can be noticed as soon as they enter this street.

Interrupted by Heimdall, Bessie's obscene heart shrank in a mouse hole like a mouse, not daring to come out to meet people. After explaining the information of recent intelligence clients, he offered to bring them to the transaction site.

In the meantime, Bessimy spit bitterness at them half-truthfully, "I haven't done any business of selling saints' movements since I returned to Europe. Those saints now avoid me like snakes and scorpions, and they run faster than rabbits when they see me." Quick, how do I know what they are doing? Fabricating it out of thin air will destroy my brand! You must believe me, and by the way, promote it for me, Bessimy no longer accepts the list of saints, and is actively developing other businesses."

Hit them with the idea of ​​free advertising.

The deal was set at 2:30 p.m. in a Muggle bar called "Dancing Badger". The importance of the transaction.

The five changed into Muggle clothes, and under the guidance of Bessie's familiarity, passed through Carmen's security guard and entered the bar.

The darkness is not much different from the outside, the colorful lights projected in all directions are unpredictable, people are shaking crazily on the dance floor, and the five of them rub shoulders with waves of laughing and cursing undisguised ghosts and snakes from time to time. The gangster hunter was quite calm, but Peter was dumbfounded. Heimdall had never been to this kind of place in his life, and he was stunned like an old hat entering the city.

"Hi, handsome guy—" Someone rushed over with a giggle, Peter dodged nimbly, and the girl with hair like a chicken coop collided with others, Peter pulled Heimdall away in fright.

At this time, the three adults were in the mood to laugh at them, and they all grinned, with particularly hateful expressions.

"Do you want to take you around here?" Behemy's mouse gall poked out of the mouse hole, and the salty pig's hand stroked Heimdall's waist, and Heimdall grabbed him and twisted him.

Bessie wailed in pain.

"Provide you with a cover for committing a crime? Let me tell you, don't try to do anything wrong under my nose. Even if you run a red light, I will try to get the news out of you. Can you hear me clearly, Cimili?" Heimdall whispered in his ear while talking.

Bessie nodded painfully, although she didn't quite understand what "running a red light" was.Peter took the opportunity to secretly kick Bessie's feet a few times, and then without changing his face, put the blame on the ghosts and snakes who passed by and winked at them.

The agreed place was in a booth in a certain corner of the bar. Most of the guests threw themselves on the dance floor and went crazy, and the booth here was relatively quiet.

"Is that man here?" Heimdall asked.

"Kiss me once, and I'll tell you." Bessie said lewdly.

"That sounds familiar." Heimdall said with a serious expression.

The expression in the gold-rimmed glasses is as wonderful as swallowing a fly.

"Sweetheart..." The light cast an ambiguous color on Mrs. Stulusson's blurred side face, and a few seductive phantoms emerged from the contours of his facial features, scratching people as if he had grown hands. Bessie couldn't help himself He quickly held Heimdall's hand, and the next second was pressed against his chest by the wand.

Bessie grinned unwaveringly, "Your hard thing is against me." But he let go, because the young man's expression was not joking.

"Are you here?" Heimdall sent his wand forward.

A stabbing pain flooded from Bessie's chest, and his face changed drastically, "I didn't come, I didn't come!" Finally, he stopped thinking.

Bessie chose an empty booth, propped his chin and looked around boredly, not worried at all, with a very strong psychological quality, worthy of being a wanted criminal who ran out of style.Heimdall and Peter sat in the booth behind him. In order to avoid too dense arranging, the two hunters chose a slightly farther position.

"Our purpose is to eavesdrop on the transaction process in the bar. Don't get carried away with excitement later." Heimdall told Peter.

"Am I the detective, or are you the detective?" Peter pursed his lips, feeling that he was underestimated.

Maybe the other party is shorter than him, with a tender face, and if he doesn't pay attention, he always treats him as a young child.Heimdall smiled apologetically, Peter was two years older than him.

"Sweetheart, don't worry, I will protect you in case something happens." Bessie's voice came from behind.

Heimdall is now able to turn a deaf ear.

"Doesn't this guy like women and children?" Peter had also heard about Bessie's "great achievements", and whispered to Heimdall.

Unexpectedly, Bessie's eyes and ears are clear at a young age, "I just didn't meet the right person, you both like my taste, I thought about it and learned from it, the big sweetheart is more to my liking, the little sweetheart can only wrong you That's it." Behemy's size is eight or nine out of ten according to her size.

Peter was caught off guard by the "double blow", and his expression was the same as that of his dead parents.

A figure passed by Heimdall and Peter's booth elusively. The two of them took a deep breath. Heimdall looked out carefully. The two saint hunters seemed to be watching the dance floor intently, as if they were indifferent to everything that happened around them. This is the tracking state.

In a blink of an eye, Heimdall picked up the vertical price list on the table, and started talking nonsense with Peter about the drinks and prices on it. They laughed nervously from time to time, which was quite in tune with the atmosphere in the bar.

Then the two of them realized that they couldn't hear the conversation behind them at all, so they glanced at each other quickly, and decided to hold back and wait to see what happened next.

No wonder the two saint hunters chose the seat over there. They had probably expected such a situation. Let’s learn from it, Heimdall comforted himself.

A group of staggered people exited the dance floor together and entered the booth area. The attention of the people around them was all attracted by them. This group of people staggered to the side where the saint hunter was seated. Shocked by that terrifying face, they all turned to the rear, that is, toward Heimdall and the others.

"You don't mind being squeezed together, do you?" A green-haired boy rushed in with a big laugh, and sat down next to Peter, not giving them a chance to refuse.

The rest of the people rushed forward, and the small booth was packed to the brim in an instant.

"Why don't you guys order wine? What's the point of sitting stupidly?!" The green-haired boy raised his hand and pointed at a punk boy. "Go, go, get some back..."

The smell of alcohol could be smelled from them all the way, and Heimdall and Peter looked at each other bitterly.

Muggles are scary... so said Peter's little eyes.

"What's your name?" The green hair turned around and approached Peter, who had a cold expression on his face.

"Don't be shy~" The green-haired boy kept laughing to himself, he really had too much to drink.

Heimdall suddenly thought of something, turned his head, and then his face changed, "Where are they?"

Peter sat up abruptly, and almost brought the green-haired boy next to him to the ground with great strength.The green-haired boy struggled cursing, and the others followed suit.Peter stepped on the table, and the green-haired boy was stunned for a moment, and saw Peter's feet springing over the glass between the booths, and lightly fell into the booth next door. Immediately afterwards, Peter's hurried voice came, "They're gone!"

"The two hunters are gone too." Heimdall looked back from the deck where the hunters were, and ran out.

Thanks to Peter for showing such a trick, the group of teenagers did not get in the way, and Heimdall left there smoothly.

The two squeezed out of the bar one after the other.

Heimdall stopped in the deserted back alley. Peter ran out for a distance, but found that Heimdall hadn't followed, and hurried back.

"What are you thinking?" Peter asked.

"There!" Heimdall grabbed Peter and ran in the direction he was running just now.

"It's already there." Peter said dissatisfied. "Their smell hasn't dissipated yet."

Director Sturluson thought to himself, we don't want to rely too much on you, we also have the ability to detect.Captain Xiaoqiang on the index finger used his tentacles to appease the master's envious and jealous heart, and the other Xiaoqiang followed them and headed in that direction.The cockroaches were quietly released by Heimdall before entering the bar.

After running for about a hundred meters, there was the crackling sound of spells in the air. The two cheered up and moved towards the source of the sound.

Under the instruction of their master, the Xiaoqiangs headed non-stop to potentially dangerous areas, and Heimdall dragged Peter under a corner.Muggles passed by from time to time on the road, and these Muggles didn't seem to notice that a war of wizards was going on around them.

There was another roar, even more intense than before, Peter could hardly hold back, Heimdall's strength could not do anything to him, but fortunately, the feedback from the little powerhouses followed.Heimdall rushed out first this time.

"What happened in front?" Peter was willing to trust Heimdall's judgment.

"The fight is over, the two hunters have won, and the wretched Simili is also there."

When they arrived at the scene, what they saw was not much different from what Heimdall said.

Peter was speechless, "Your cockroach is really easy to use."

"Thank you, Peter." After Heimdall finished speaking, the captain on the index finger jumped onto Peter's nose, and before he could react, such as screaming, he jumped back quickly.

This made Peter feel disappointed.

"Hi~~" Simili waved when he spotted them.

The two quickly approached, and the two hunters were squatting to inspect the three unconscious people lying on the ground, two of them were wearing large black hooded cloaks; he.

Duwab checked the man in Muggle attire, but couldn't find any marks of sainthood on him.Gold-rimmed spectacles inspected another black cloak, but found no saint's mark, nor did the third.

The two saint hunters were a little frustrated, "Are they really false saints?"

Heimdall walked over and lifted the hat on the black cloak. Under the dim streetlights, a strange mask gave off a faintly eerie aura.

Heimdall squatted down and lifted the mask. Under the mask was an unfamiliar face.He watched for a moment, then grabbed the man's left arm and tore off the fabric, revealing the sign of a skull with a python in its mouth.Seeing it, Heimdall couldn't help but have mixed feelings, and he couldn't help laughing.

"You know this guy?" The gold-rimmed glasses misread his expression.

"I don't know, but I know the mask and the mark, if the guess is correct." Heimdall covered the mask in front of himself, and looked through the hole at the gold-rimmed glasses on the other side.

"Who are they?" Duwab asked.

Heimdall laughed, "You really don't care about anything but saints."

"I don't know, but I clearly have you in my heart." Bessie said unwillingly.

Mr. Sturluson is shielded without pressure.

"What do they want from you?" Heimdall looked at Behemy.

"At first, he asked me to buy information, but later he changed his words and brought me here, saying that there are people who want to see me, so it's best to obediently go with them." Bessie curled her lips in disdain. "Is this old man just letting people come and go as he pleases? Am I, Simili Behemi, so easy to see?"

"Take the two of us as bodyguards." Duwab said angrily.

Bessie's face was filled with complacency.

"Who are they after talking for a long time?" The gold-rimmed glasses decisively pulled back the crooked building.

Peter let out a cry of realization.

Heimdall nodded, "Have you thought about it?"

"Of course I can think of it, I'm not a saint hunter." Peter said.

The two saint hunters looked unfriendly.

With Heimdall watching, Peter announced, "They're Death Eaters."