HP's Foreign Land

Nearly four o'clock in the morning, the five people dispersed.The old pervert Bessimy used "infatuation" as a pretense to take advantage of it again, and was invited away noble and glamorous by the head of Sturluson's office.

After this night, both Heimdall and Peter understood that the saint hunters had only one string in their minds, and they couldn't hold anything other than the saints. In addition, they didn't seek justice for the sake of robbing the rich and giving to the poor, so they didn't expect them to. helpful.

The three lying on the ground became an urgent problem for Heimdall and Peter to solve.

The three suspected Death Eaters who were caught—didn’t go through the procedures, so let’s say they were suspected—were slipped away by Heimdall and Peter. Mudar was in charge of keeping them silent throughout the whole process, and it took about an hour to arrange the three Death Eaters to a proper place to see the effect.

Heimdall firmly believes that all reactionaries are paper tigers, and if they come out to bite people, they have to be locked up in cages for further education.So I was very honored to follow Peter to a temporary detention center that the police force under the International Wizengamot is not known to.The location of the detention center is hidden, the furnishings are simple, and the staffing is also simple. Guan San is a suspect with unknown motives for committing the crime, which is perfect to save trouble.

After tossing around, I took out my watch and looked at it. It was almost five o'clock, and it was almost dawn.

After he relaxed, Heimdall yawned a few times. He had to go to class in the morning, so he couldn't go back to sleep. Professor Lange, who never knew how to love others, would definitely pull him out of bed, Mr. Stulusson Some sluggish brain imagined the scene, and his face became more and more haggard.I would rather sleep on my stomach in the classroom than hide under the covers and sleep. To Professor Lange, we must maintain a high degree of sobriety and consciousness.

"I'm going to have breakfast." Heimdall decided to settle for the next best thing - food supplements.

Peter patted him on the shoulder, and the two exchanged knowing glances.

"When are you coming?" Peter asked nonchalantly.

Heimdaleng could understand, "After five o'clock in the afternoon."

"so late?"

"Brother, I'm still a student, not as good as you, a free man."

Peter shrugged, "I'm free now, it's hard to say when the probationary period is over."

The tone is casual, and the implication is not hard to hear that it will be a matter of time before he changes. Heimdall has personally experienced Peter's professional skills. Such a talent will not be allowed to be lost in vain. It must be a key training target.

"Okay, I'll wait for you," Peter urged.

"I see." Heimdall slapped his palms with him, and then they talked and laughed a few more, and parted ways on the left and right.

It wasn't that Heimdall didn't want to invite Peter to have breakfast with him, the tastes of the two really couldn't go together.Peter also likes to eat meat, and they have a common language in this regard, but the head of the room likes to eat cooked meat, Peter only eats raw meat, or the kind with blood.In fact, Heimdall could bear it. He was used to watching the toffees eat vigorously, and he had already become numb.Although the picture of a lively young man stuffing blood into his mouth with raw meat is very visually striking, but after watching for a long time, he found that it is no different from toffee. The problem is that most restaurants do not provide raw meat directly to the table.Peter would occasionally accompany him to eat some small snacks, such as hot drinks, cakes and biscuits, etc., such a big thing as filling his stomach, the two turned their heads and went their separate ways in a tacit understanding.

Heimdall walked most of the street and entered a 24-hour wizard bar.The bell hanging over the door rang, and the man sitting in the armchair by the door put down his book and stood up.

Heimdall turned around to meet his eyes, with a smile on his face, and said in surprise and joy, "Why are you here?"

Victor smiled and opened his arms, Heimdall put his arms around his waist, and the two hugged each other.

"You didn't come back all night." Victor kissed his forehead several times.

"I didn't have a chance to contact you before. I originally wanted to come over and have something to eat, and then I'll tell you." Heimdall reached for his pocket with his hand. "I have the magic mirror with me, I haven't forgotten it." He said and pecked at his mouth.

"Fortunately, when you left, you told me that you might come here for supper, baby, it's not supper time now." Victor and the wizard in the bar muttered a few words, took him into the quiet bar, and found a He sat down on the seat inside, and in the corner of the bar were two wizards dozing off with bottles in their arms.

"Don't wait for me when something like this happens again," Heimdall muttered after sitting down. "You have to teach students, but also take care of the referee's training and the team. When you are busy, you are like a spinning top. I am much more leisurely than you."

"Being outside all night is more leisurely than me?" Victor picked up the teapot that flew to his side and poured two cups of tea. "Don't compare with me. I'm a graduate. I should be busy. After all, I have to support my family."

"Isn't it my breadwinner?" Heimdall took the teacup from him.

"You are still a student, so you don't have to fulfill the obligation to support your family. Let's talk about it after you graduate."

Heimdall shook his head, unable to speak to him.

After eating, Victor asked, "Why is it so late?"

Heimdall told him about tonight's actions, Victor frowned, "Death Eater?"

"Strange?" Heimdall took a sip from the cup. "However, thinking about it later, it's not too outrageous. The Order of the Phoenix can post recruitment notices overseas, so why can't the Death Eaters win over foreign wizards to join forces?!"

"What did the two saint hunters say?"

Heimdall put down his glass, "They have nothing but saints in their minds, and they won't get involved."

"How are you going to solve this?"

"Peter will definitely report the truth, so I don't need to bother. But I also have my plan. If the Death Eaters are involved in the Di Rupo incident, of course I can't stand idly by; if it's just a mistake, in order to maintain love and justice in the world, I should announce the dangers of the Death Eaters to the public, and let us all join hands to condemn and curse."

"The British Ministry of Magic has always emphasized that Voldemort is an internal problem in the British wizarding world." Victor smiled.

"The premise is that he and his people don't run out of England. Since this happened, there is no way to die well." Heimdall said meaningfully. "Grindelwald happened more than half a century ago, and the International Federation of Wizards will never tolerate falling into the same trap."

The master suddenly hugged Heimdall in his arms, and whispered jealously in his ear, "You haven't cared about me since just now."

Mr. Stulusson was shaken by the hot wind and the hoarse voice, and his two hands restlessly touched the master's body as if he had eyes, and said angrily: "Open your eyes!" Why don't I care about you?"

The master was very satisfied with his wretched little touch, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

Heimdall stretched out his head to look left and right, then lowered his voice like a master, and commanded like a thief, "Hurry up, before no one notices us, hurry up, make a few mouthfuls... What are you laughing at?!"

After the master was happy, he straightened his face and gave him a decisive blow.

Heimdall yawned and walked outside the big iron gate, rubbed his sore eyes, and rang the doorbell.After a while, a vague voice came from the speaker connected to the doorbell, "Who are you looking for?"

"I'll report."

Half a minute later, Heimdall grabbed the handrail of the stairs and climbed up.

The house between 111 and 112 Red Queen Street has no house number, and nearby residents have always thought it was owned by a dental clinic across two house numbers. It is actually a temporary detention center for the IW police force, that is, locked up. Three suspected Death Eaters.

After finally climbing to the end, Heimdall leaned on the handrail and gasped for breath.

Peter came out to greet him when he heard the movement, and seeing him looking like he was dying, he laughed gloatingly, "Your physical strength is worrying, so you still want to be a police detective?"

"Thank you, we are the ones who want to be a judge, we don't use our brains." Heimdall straightened up. "I didn't sleep all night, and then I went to class all day, I can still remember that it's good to meet you." Director Strulusson gave his performance full marks.

Peter sneered, "I didn't sleep all night either." Still alive and well.

Heimdall shook his hand, "I don't have the same knowledge as a guy who eats raw meat."

Peter didn't mind either, and patted him on the shoulder and led him inside.

"Should I carry you in?" Peter said as he was about to lift him up, and the moment he felt his feet leave the ground, Heimdall quit.

"Put it down, don't move!" Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief when he stepped on the solid ground again, "Am I easy to hug?"

It's not like I haven't hugged him before... Peter rolled his eyes.

When Heimdall found out that his boss, Hollingworth, was there, he couldn't help but raise his head, his listless look suddenly turned into bright eyes.

Seeing Peter was amazed.

"I've heard from Peter, you've done a good job." Hollingworth said kindly.

Heimdall said he was flattered, "The key is that the Saint Hunters are not interested in them, which saves us trouble. I didn't disclose this to the French Ministry of Magic."

Hollingworth has always appreciated his improvisation, and he was not disappointed this time.

"What did those three people confess?" Heimdall held back for a whole day, thinking about what the three suspects would confess at school, and was caught by the sharp-eyed Professor Langer when he missed class, and gave him a lesson in class.

Thinking of the incremental Potions homework, Director Strulusson suddenly looked thinner than Huang Hua.

"One of them committed suicide." Peter's face was not very good. It was the first time he confronted the gangsters head-on.

Heimdall asked in surprise, "What about the other two?"

"One asked three questions; the other was ambiguous. The colleague in charge of the case said that the person knew Occlumency. Fortunately, he was not very good, but it still took some time to grasp the clue."

Heimdall pondered for a moment, "Do all three have Death Eater marks on their bodies?"

"Only one person is marked." Peter shook his head.

Heimdall asked again, "The one with the mark is the one that committed suicide?"

Peter nodded and said excitedly, "How do you know? God!"

"Usually, only those who have made meritorious service or are appreciated by big bosses are eligible for the right to grant marks. This was the case with Grindelwald's subordinates in the past. I think the methods of gangsters should be similar." Heimdall grinned at Peter. "It's taught in the police force curriculum, don't you know?"

"I can't remember." Peter said confidently, and was slapped on the head by Hollingworth, who hated iron and steel.

Peter covered his forehead and dared not speak.

Someone pushed the door open, nodded indifferently when seeing Heimdall, and handed the parchment to Hollingworth.

"What did he say?" Hollingworth took the parchment and unfolded it.

"He didn't say anything. We 'asked' ourselves. That person's condition is not very good. The intensity of the inquiry this time exceeded the standard."

Hollingworth nodded, "I won't report on you."

The visitor sneered.

Hollingworth, accustomed to his eccentricity, turned right through the parchment.

"Little Rigg, why didn't you say hello to me?" The man turned his attention to Heimdall.

When Heimdall saw him, he couldn't help shrinking his neck, and the back of his neck seemed to be in pain.

"Mr. John." Heimdall could only say hello honestly.

John grinned, his white fangs chilling.

"My name is now La Motte."

Heimdall thought that "John" would be easier to remember. Anyway, it is just a code name for vampires, although John can only be regarded as half a vampire.

Peter curled his lips, and John put his arms around Peter, "Is this how you treat the teacher?"

Peter dared not speak out, seeming to be very disgusted, and John laughed out loud.

Peter's face darkened even more, flirting with Heimdall, asking him to find a way for himself.

Heimdall didn't dare to act rashly, thinking of Peter's distaste for vampires before, he watched with sympathy.

Hollingworth finished reading the confession on the parchment at this time, and looked up, "Are you sure that the information you've 'read' is accurate?"

"I'm sure." John let Peter go. "These memories are definitely not altered. That person doesn't have this ability yet, and we haven't checked any traces of alterations by others."

"Why did they 'invite' Bessie?" Hollingworth asked again.

"It says so," John reminded.

"...that column is blank."

"That's because they didn't ask, in other words, that person didn't know."

Hollingworth was lost in thought.

Heimdall listened curiously to their inscrutable conversation, and then saw Hollingworth waving to him, and he hurried over.

"John inadvertently 'read' from the brain of the person inside a plan of action that has not yet been launched. The leader is dead, and we have no way to check whether this memory is accurate." Hollingworth said.

Heimdall took a few glances at the parchment, and asked in surprise, "Death Eaters are going to attack the Order of the Phoenix branch abroad?"

"It's kind of an inadvertence, and the things we want to know are not being found." Hollingworth said. "I remember you dealing with Death Eaters once."

Heimdall pressed his face bitterly, "I also met Voldemort with my own eyes, and to be honest, that memory doesn't make people happy."

"How accurate do you think this plan is?"

"It's hard to say, but the Order of the Phoenix does have foreign members. I know a wizard, and one of his jobs is to recruit overseas talents for the Order of the Phoenix."

"You said we sold this news to Professor Dumbledore, what would he think?" Hollingworth said with a modest and cautious expression.

Heimdall seemed to be deep, "We should take direct action and show actual results to be more convincing."

Charlie Weasley started the fire quickly, then found two sticks and stuck them in the mud, and pressed the stones around the sticks. When he put the kettle on the fire, he moved with him Seeing that he did a series of actions in one go, no matter what he did, he was so confident that he didn't even use magic.

They had been flying non-stop on broomsticks for nearly twenty hours, and no one dared to relax their vigilance until they saw the people who came to greet them.At dawn, Charlie took them into the woods. It was dark all around, and there were strange whirring noises in the forest from time to time. The wizards who were used to living in groups had difficulty adapting for a while, and none of them dared to walk. too far.Even if I close my eyes when I am so tired, I will wake up quickly by myself.

The road was bumpy, and the double burden of physical strength and psychology made many members look uglier than ghosts.They don't have any other thoughts now, they only think that as long as they reach their destination, they will be at ease.

Charlie sat by the fire and pulled firewood with a long branch, seeing the low morale of the members in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.

Three days ago, they received an urgent notice from the United Kingdom, asking them to transfer quickly and specifying a new base. The reason for the transfer was unknown.At this time, they were on the way to transfer, and they traveled without any danger. They escaped the pursuit of several suspected Death Eaters. Seeing that they were getting closer to their destination, they must not fall short.Most of the members who joined the Order of the Phoenix branch were introduced by Charlie. He believed in his heart that he had a responsibility to these people who joined the club. These people were fighting for the Order of the Phoenix, and they could not be left alone anyway.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, we've come here, and nothing will happen," said the wizard sitting next to Charlie.

Charlie looked up and smiled at him, grateful for his reassurance.

His comforter was Remus Lupine, the man who had traveled all the way to bring them diversion information.

Charlie dropped the branch, and Lupine, who also couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere, stood up and said positively, "I'm going to patrol around."

Charlie said, "Be careful."

Lupine took out his wand, and the thin figure disappeared into the dense woods in an instant.

There was a sudden crisp crushing sound from behind. It was the sound of branches and leaves being trampled. The strings in Charlie's mind tightened. He squeezed his wand, stood up and turned around. scream.The black cloak representing death rushed from all directions, and Charlie stretched his muscles and shouted loudly, "Enemy attack——"

Before he could finish warning, a bright red light shot out of the air and hit Charlie on the back. Charlie fell to the ground, but still unconscious, his wand was lying loosely in his palm.Charlie tried to hold his wand tightly, and raised his hand to fight back. The Death Eaters who were about to approach fell to the ground screaming, and soon other Death Eaters came up to give Charlie a fatal blow.

Charlie's chest heaved violently, and he tried to get up from the ground several times, but was kicked over by the Death Eaters later, and his wand was also kicked out.The other party's wand was firmly pointed at Charlie. Seeing that the breath of death was about to explode, the attacker collapsed to the ground without a sound in the next second, losing consciousness.

Charlie froze for a moment, sat up with difficulty, and found that a group of wizards he had never seen before came to the camp at some point. They were wearing uniform black cloaks with purple borders - the double badges of the police force and IW were engraved on the gold buttons. , fighting with the sneak attacking Death Eaters.Compared with the police detectives who have received systematic and professional training, the Death Eaters are just a motley crew assembled on the spur of the moment.Members of the Order of the Phoenix, who gradually broke free from control, joined the battle, and the situation was reversed instantly.

"Hey handsome guy, do you need a hand?"

Charlie turned his head, dumbfounded, "...Rig?"

"I hope your expression means that you are very happy to see what I mean." Heimdall smiled slightly and pulled him up vigorously.

Charlie, who had been hit by the stun spell, felt paralyzed pain all over his muscles, and his dizziness became even worse when he saw Heimdall.

"What... what's going on here?" Before Charlie could finish speaking, the cat who had seen it was watching all directions in Heimdall behind a big tree, swishing arrows in all directions, and several of them were fighting fiercely. Death Eaters fell into his dastardly ambush and were petrified before they could figure out what was going on.

Charlie thought to himself, forget it, I will talk about thousands of words after the work is over, shook his hands and feet, and joined the battle.

After casting a few spells, he slapped his forehead and shouted at Heimdall, "Lupine just got out!" He was about to rush out.

"It's okay!" Heimdall patted his chest. "Peter has followed."

Lupine heard the movement, felt something was wrong, turned around and rushed back, and a tall figure jumped out to block the way.The man was wearing Death Eater's robes, and as if afraid that Lupine would not recognize him, he quickly pushed aside the cloak and hat, and tore off the mask from his face.The face behind the mask gave Lupine an electric shock, his eyes were red with rage.

This man has disheveled gray hair and beard, ten fingers with long and pointed yellow nails, fierce eyes and a face full of flesh.He is Voldemort's werewolf Death Eater, Fenrir Greyback, who made a large number of werewolves to defeat wizards.It was also the culprit who bit and infected Lupine, turning Lupine into a werewolf.

"Remus dear, remember me?" Greyback grinned, his big yellow teeth glowing with disgust.

Lupine raised his hand and cast a stun spell. Greyback flexibly squatted down to avoid the attack, then kicked his legs and rushed towards Lupin. Unbelievably, Greyback turned into a bloody face in broad daylight. come.Lupine threw out another spell. Unexpectedly, Greyback just froze slightly and didn't stop. Lupine couldn't care less about discussing the unscientific subject, so he ran away, and Greyback missed nothing.

At this time, Greyback only had the ferocity of beasts in his eyes, without human reason.

When he jumped up again, he was kicked out by a foot that was thrown out suddenly, and crashed into the trunk of a big tree in embarrassment, crying out in pain.

Lupine stared blankly at the person who was constantly stretching his hands and feet, a small young man wearing a standard black robe with gold buttons and purple borders.

"Remus Lupine?" asked the young man, looking at him.

Lupine nodded.

"I am..." The young man changed the subject. "Let's talk about it later, get rid of this bastard who ruined the reputation of werewolves first."

Lupine was in a daze. He saw a young man without a wand, fighting a wicked werewolf with his bare hands.

After dealing with the werewolf for a few rounds, Peter used the tree trunk to jump onto the werewolf's back. He grabbed Greyback by the back of the neck and pulled off a bunch of wolf hair, then threw it away with a look of disgust.

"I've heard of you a long time ago, Fenrir, Fenrir..."

"Fenrir Greyback." After all being a professor, Lupine was sensitive in some respects.

"That's right! That's what, that's the name! That wizard, don't interfere, this is a battle between us." There is still a half sentence left, a battle between werewolves and werewolves.

After pulling the wolf's hair, Peter ignored the werewolf's screams and strangled his neck again. As a result, he was thrown off carelessly, and his back felt like a numb pain.

This werewolf scum has a lot of strength.Peter thought angrily, rolling over to avoid Greyback's bite.

Greyback didn't want to miss the opportunity to attack, and was driven by instinct to chase Peter to attack again and again, so that the latter couldn't find a chance to fight back, so he could only dodge in embarrassment.Although Peter, who is also a werewolf, is not afraid of being infected by Greyback, anyone who has been bitten by a werewolf knows how painful it is to pierce the fangs into the flesh.

Too careless... Peter's intestines are green with regret, he has already seen how that disgusting half-vampire instructor will torture himself after knowing this, Peter's eyes are dim.

In fact, he could also transform, but considering that Remus Lupine was also present, the higher-ups had told him to try to transform as little as possible in front of others, and he always kept it in mind.Seeing that the good situation was turned upside down because of his lack of investigation, Peter felt really bitter in his heart. He gritted his teeth and prepared to transform into revenge.

Greyback fell to the ground writhing non-stop with a groan, seemingly in great pain.

As soon as Peter got up, he saw Lupine put down his wand, and shrugged apologetically to him, "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

Peter said embarrassingly, "I don't blame you."

Lupine's face changed when he was about to say something, "Be careful!" He hurriedly raised his wand, Greyback bit Peter's arm, and then ran away, Lupine's spell hit him, but failed to hold back His footsteps disappeared in the depths of the woods in an instant.

Peter waved his hands blankly, "Damn it, let him run away, it's cheap for him..."

Lupine hurried over to check on his injuries.This bite was not light, and it was obviously ruthless.Greyback is such a mentally distorted scum, even if he dies, he will have to give a few extra backs.

"It's okay, I'm recovering well, and I'll heal soon." Lupine's face was frighteningly pale, and Peter comforted him in turn.

"You were bitten by a werewolf, do you understand?!" Seeing that he didn't care about it at all, Lupine lost his composure and yelled.

"I understand, I understand, but I've been bitten, so what else can I do?" Peter blinked.

Lupine took a few deep breaths, grabbed his arm and hurried towards the camp, "Hurry up, maybe there's still time..." He didn't even have the confidence to say this.

The short-sighted Peter thought he was worried about the safety of the camp, so he pretended to be a confidant again.

"The camp is fine, my colleagues will take care of everything."

Lupine was taken aback, "Colleague?"

"That's what it is." Peter raised his chin to signal.

Lupine took a closer look, dumbfounded, "Rig?"