HP's Foreign Land

"I heard——" Dumbledore's office door was hastily pushed open, the voice stopped abruptly, and then quickly turned into surprise. "Professor Lupine!"

Lupine smiled and hugged Harry.

"They said you..." Harry shook his head violently. "Oh, what the hell, it's good to see you safe and sound!"

"Trust me, I'm more than happy to see this than you are." Lupine patted Harry on the shoulder like an adult, and the smile on Harry's face widened a bit.

"What did they tell you?"

It was only then that Harry noticed Sirius sitting in the corner, Harry shook his head calmly, "It's all over."

"That means you know?" Sirius didn't intend to let it go easily.

"What should I know?"

Sirius laughed loudly, "See?" He turned to Dumbledore who was contemplating something, his eyes burning. "Your worries are unnecessary. He is already an adult and has enough thinking ability to deal with various challenges."

Dumbledore patted the armrest of the chair, Dobby put his biscuit box on the table, Dumbledore opened the box, asked around, all three shook their hands and heads, the old headmaster raised his eyebrows regretfully, picked up a piece and took a bite .

Sirius thought that Dumbledore didn't agree with him, so he straightened his back and said, "We can't keep him in the greenhouse for a lifetime. It's time to let him participate. I believe Harry can do it, and it's the best way to do it." Yes, we all support him." Sirius winked at Lupine at this point.

Lupine thought about it for a moment and said, "Harry is smarter than we think, I agree that he can handle that, but I really don't want to see the day when Harry needs to turn the tide and step up, don't you think it will Does it seem that us grown-ups are very incompetent? Even if there is a day, don't you think it's too early?" The last sentence was obviously addressed to Sirius.

The only sound in the room was Dumbledore's chewing.

Harry waited with bated breath.

"Harry, Professor Slughorn is looking for you everywhere. Do you have any clues about this?" Dumbledore finally broke the silence.

Harry slapped his forehead, "By the way, I forgot, he wanted to talk to me about some club, I said to think about it for a few days."

Dumbledore reminded, "Professor Slughorn is a person who is very persistent once he makes a decision. You should try to get in touch with the professor as much as possible. He must be happy to be close to you. Remember what I told you at the beginning of the semester? Help Others always come first, don't you want to help this old man?"

Harry said immediately, "No, Professor, I'd love to."

"Then go."

Harry glanced at Sirius and Lupine hesitantly, seeing that they didn't respond, he had no choice but to leave the office.

Sirius and Lupine glanced at each other, which meant that Dumbledore did not intend to allow Harry to personally participate in the front-line activities of the Order of the Phoenix for the time being.

"Well, since you think it's better for Harry, you don't have to accept my opinion." Sirius looked very generous.

Dumbledore had no intention of getting entangled in this topic, his hands were loosely clasped and hanging down, the biscuit box was already tightly closed on the table, and it seemed that he had no intention of eating another piece.

He said, "Did you notice any changes in the teaching staff when you came here?"

Sirius was not interested in this topic at all, and said in a very casual tone: "We knew about it on the first day of school."

Lupine said, "I came in such a hurry that Umbridge couldn't find out."

Umbridge is a staunch anti-werewolf, and the consequences of being seen by her are disastrous.

"I have a message from Severus Snape," said Dumbledore suddenly.

The two were taken aback when they heard this, and they focused on this for a long time.

"Snape isn't at school?" Sirius asked redundantly.

"He accepted Voldemort's mission and left England." Dumbledore opened the lid of the biscuit box again, took out a piece of grape-flavored one and ate it slowly.

"What mission?"

"It probably has something to do with the Death Eaters abroad. Didn't Remus just come back from abroad? According to the plan, Severus should have participated in that operation, of course as a Death Eater, but it's a pity that you didn't meet .”

Lupine seemed to understand a little bit, "When we left, Rigg revealed that they would stay and help us intercept the Death Eater backup. I didn't meet Snape in the previous battle, so he is in the next batch? "

"Maybe, I don't know the details." Dumbledore's gray beard was covered with biscuit crumbs, which looked a little funny, but the old headmaster didn't mind. After eating, he squeezed his empty fingers, unable to bear it. Touched another piece.

Lupine thought that if he was still in the mood to eat biscuits, there should be no big trouble over there.

"Wait, why am I getting more and more confused the more I listen? You just said Rig?" Sirius stared at Lupin, looking unhappy.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"I ask you to tell me the whole story!" Sirius' expression could not be refuted.

Lupine cleared his throat, and described in concise language how he encountered Death Eaters abroad and was rescued by the police force under the International Wizengamot. Of course, he also described how he met Heimdall Struro loose mood.

"I have limited contact with Rieger. During the operation, Charlie has been in contact longer than me. If you need to, you can ask Charlie." Lupine suggested.

Sirius didn't say a word, looking at his expression, he seemed to be planning to do that.

"If the information Severus sent back is correct, then he is currently staying with Mr. Sturluson," Dumbledore added.

The two expressed surprise.

"Snape was found?" Lupine asked hastily.

"That guy has a bad face by nature, I didn't expect that the Death Eater's brain is beyond cure." This was Sirius' evaluation.

"Shouldn't have been found," said Dumbledore. "If he is discovered, the news sent back will not be what I saw. The mysterious man seems to have given him a mission. I don't know what this mission is yet. Even Severus himself, who received the mission, will Confused. Judging from the news from the British Death Eaters, their master has not yet given up on Severus, and perhaps there will be a temptation next."

"What should we do?" Sirius asked.

"Let everyone act together, don't act rashly, wait patiently for a while, and see if there are any new trends or new plans from the Death Eaters before making plans."

"What about Snape? Do you need me to go again?" Lupine said.

"Severus has found a reliable ally, and we can put our hearts to rest for the time being. He is about to face a temptation from Voldemort, and our actions are likely to be superfluous. However, the news he sent back said that we need to create An illusion of connecting with him to confuse the spies. I originally wanted Remus to go, but you have been exposed in the battle before. Voldemort is very suspicious, so you can't go out frequently in the near future. My thoughts are Another person..."

"I go!"

"Siris?!" Lupine shook his head. "You have bigger goals than mine, and the Death Eaters would love to see you fall into the trap."

"I used to be in exile all over the world because of the good recipes of the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic. I have the experience of running away, lived abroad, and contacted local wizards more than once. The connections I left behind may still be useful now. There is no one more suitable for this task than me." Sirius analyzed calmly, uncharacteristically. "I am most worried about Harry's safety. According to the current situation, he is safe at Hogwarts."

Lupine didn't tell him that he wanted to visit Rigg, and it wasn't surprising that the guy had always said that the wind was the rain.

The decision maker is Albus Dumbledore.

The two looked at the old man, and saw that he seemed to be eating biscuits without distraction, with a happy expression on his face.Sirius couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, the biscuits didn't attract the attention of big living people like them?

"Very well," said Dumbledore softly.

"You think my proposal is very good?" Sirius' eyes lit up, and he stood up abruptly.

Dumbledore's gray eyebrows twitched, seemingly dazed by Sirius' excitement.

"I'm telling Dobby that the grape biscuits he bought are stronger than last time."

Sirius felt the smile fading from his face, "Just say you agree or disagree."

"Fine." Dumbledore nodded.

"...not cookies?"

"I agree with your decision."

Sirius turned around and shook his fist at Lupin to express his mood at this time. The deliberately frizzy look seemed to be the same as it was 20 years ago.

Snape turned into a pedestrian street with endless streams, and nimbly got into a shop selling vegetables and fruits. The shopkeeper who was squatting at the door and stacking sweet peppers in baskets seemed unaware, and the hand that placed the sweet peppers didn't stop for a moment.Snape left from the back of the shop, and Apparated.

At this time, the wizard who was specially in charge of following the Death Eaters abroad was still arguing with the shopkeeper who was holding on to him at the door of the shop. He knocked down the shelf used to display the fruit, and the fruit rolled on the ground at his feet, so that he lost his life. Snape's track, that is, lost.

Snape returned to the hotel smoothly, and walked into the round hall with tables and chairs. Peter leaned next to Heimdall and didn't know what to say, while Draco on the opposite side was buried in his homework, grinning from time to time.

"Did you finish your homework?" Snape came to the table and stared.

Peter immediately sat upright, and it took three seconds for him to realize the fact that he had already graduated.

"How are you back?" Draco moved aside, and Snape sat down.

"It didn't exceed expectations."

Heimdall quickly poured tea and water, "The other party really didn't come?"

"No." Snape took a sip. "But I was being watched when I left the agreed place. I pretended not to notice and kept walking at a normal speed until I left."

This was planned at the beginning. If someone follows, a certain shop owner will interrupt the follow-up by interrupting.The owner of the fruit and vegetable shop is a member of the police force under IW, a squib. The fruit and vegetable shop on the pedestrian street does exist, and it is also the main source of income for the boss to survive in the Muggle world.But this does not prevent him from being an excellent Squib detective at the same time. There is no waste in the world, as long as you find the right position to shine.

"Where's your father?" Snape didn't see Lucius.

"He said that he is not suitable for running here often. Although those Death Eaters don't treat him like you do, he is still under their surveillance. You can't go wrong if you are careful." Draco's face was full of worry .

"It's going to be all right, your father is battle-tested and cunning by nature." It's good not to take the initiative to trick others, Snape took the initiative to comfort him for the first time.

Draco wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

"So is it the next step?" Peter asked.

Snape said, "I'm waiting for the Order's decision."

"Dinner." Hollingworth called not far away. "Come here and serve the plate yourself."

Peter jumped up happily and was the first to rush out.

Heimdall said in surprise, "You cook?"

"I was the underdog," Hollingworth said.

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief. He had been "honoured" to taste Hollingworth's handicrafts. To be honest, it was not as good as his own egg fried rice.

As soon as they sat down, Professor Langer came and ate with them.

Heimdall quickly wiped out a plate of broth, and slammed his mouth to ask the master to scoop him up. Suddenly, he remembered something, and took out a lavender letter from his pocket and handed it to Lange.

"Jeanne asked me to give it to you."

Lange accepted it without changing his face.

Heimdall returned the plate, and seeing Lange's calm face, he couldn't help but say, "We're all in the same school, so what's the point of writing letters? Say something face-to-face."

Lange turned to Victor and said, "Professor Krum, did you hear that, he is complaining that you are not romantic enough."

Heimdall rolled his eyes, what a pun.

The master grinned in a good mood, "I remember."

Draco smirked, lowering his head lower.

Heimdall felt like shooting himself in the foot with a stone, so he quickly changed the topic.

"Boss, how is the investigation by the rest of IW going? Have you found usable intelligence?"

Hollingworth is now used to the address he calls himself, and he said slowly: "There are new developments every day, which aspect do you want to hear?"

Heimdall was shocked, "So efficient?"

"In general, quantity is not guaranteed."

It turned out to be the case.

"How about Miss Feilin's group? Back then, she picked out all the elites."

"Elite usually has a bad temper and is stubborn. Miss Feilin has suffered a lot for this. She tried to win the position of giving orders, but unfortunately her qualifications are too low, her eyesight is not very good, and her temper is getting worse. There are one or two bright spots in her achievements. He is eye-catching, but he often has conflicts with other teams, and he is currently making plans for Simili Behemi."

Heimdall said silently, "I hope that Miss Ferring's beautiful looks can confuse old perverts." Bessie is famous for his three caves of cunning rabbits, which are slipperier than loaches, and he must be fully prepared mentally to face him.

"By the way, I almost forgot." Under Heimdall's blank gaze, Hollingworth took out a pink envelope that seemed to be sprayed with perfume. As soon as the letter came out, everyone present covered their noses.

Trembling, Heimdall took the stinky letter, looked it over and over again, but couldn't see the signature, so he looked up at his boss.

Hollingworth said, "It's from Bessie, and I hope we'll make sure to deliver it to you."

Heimdalton suddenly had a bad premonition, and in a blink of an eye he saw Peter moving to the right with the plate.

"Look." Hollingworth urged him to open the letter.

"...Do you know something?" Heimdall felt that the boss's attitude was very suspicious.

"Isn't it just a love letter, don't act like you're ignorant." The boss complained.

"You didn't catch him? Did you deliver the letter for him?"

"We have reached a certain consensus that IW will not trouble him at the moment, and it will be difficult to say in the future. What are you doing with so much nonsense? Do you doubt me?"

Heimdalne, the eyes of the boss and the master are so scary.

Under the watchful eyes of his boyfriend, Heimdall came to his senses that the best time to destroy the letter had passed.He tore open the envelope with an innocent face, and the letter paper inside flew out decisively, and was folded into a chicken heart in an instant, giving the illusion of plopping with the soft music of "LaVieEnRose".

Director Sturlusson scratched the table, this letter was invented by himself, one of the ever-changing Roaring Letters series—the promotional slogan is the most tearful letter paper for love letters, and he did not expect to become the object of experience.

Bessiemi's hoarse and slightly obscene voice penetrated into his ears, but unexpectedly, there was no chattering, but he just quietly read a poem, Pushkin's "To Kane", which seemed to be spoken in Russian Like, full of emotion.

I remember that wonderful moment:

You appeared before me,

Like a fleeting phantom,

Like a pure and beautiful elf.

In the torment of hopeless sorrow,

In the troubles of the tumultuous pomp of life,

Your gentle voice rang in my ears for a long time,

I still see your lovely face in my sleep.

in the backcountry,

In the dark life of captivity,

My days passed quietly like that,

No lover, no poetic inspiration,

No tears, no life, no love.

Now the mind has begun to wake up:

Then you reappeared before me,

Like a fleeting phantom,

Like a celestial being of pure beauty.

My heart beats in ecstasy,

Everything in my heart wakes up again,

With a lover, with inspiration for poetry,

With life, with tears, but also with love.

It wasn't until the whole poem was finished that Heimdall came back to his senses. The expression on the master's face...was no longer unusual.The chicken heart slowly spread out into letter paper, and it landed in front of Heimdall lightly and delicately.Heimdall picked it up and glanced at it for a few moments, then carefully—contrary to the rudeness when he opened the letter just now—put it back into the envelope.

Everyone, look at me and I look at you, but Hollingworth, who was booing just now, still looks calm and composed.

"Do you like it?" Victor asked softly.

"I can't say whether I like it or not. I don't understand these poems, but those sentences are very beautiful, and my vanity makes me very happy." Heimdall said honestly.

"Life should change a little bit. It's good to have a flat life. What's the point of living in a flat life? Tossing is also one of the programs that people live in the world." Hollingworth said something that seemed to be very philosophical about life.

Only Lange knew that this in-law had been somewhat rebellious by his wife's whims from time to time, and he couldn't bear the tenderness and tenderness of others.

Heimdall felt that it resonated very much. Didn’t it mean that marriage needs to be managed? Although he and Victor are not married yet, their status is almost the same as marriage except for a marriage certificate and a household registration book.

"I'll write to you tomorrow." Heimdall said with a smile.

The master was surprised, but also looked forward to it.

"You'll know when the time comes." Chief Sturlusson said confidently.

Hollingworth cleared his throat, "Eat quickly, we have to talk about business."

Heimdall took a deep look at the boss without daring to speak out, then stuffed his head and picked the small pepper potatoes into his mouth.

The tram stopped on the side of the road, and people filed off, Padfoot was the last to jump off the tram.As the tram pulled away from the platform, the Muggles on the train looked back at the psychic big black dog from time to time.Padfoot shook the fur on his body, a little doll brought a half-eaten egg cone to it, Padfoot glanced at it disinterestedly, turned around and walked away slowly, throwing away the little doll who was left out in the cold and howling. in the back of the head.

Padfoot walked leisurely through the streets and alleys. When crossing the road, he looked up at the street lamp with a big disc clock standing on the side of the road. After watching the movement of the pointer for a while, he quickened his pace and got into the dark alley.

The waiting person had already arrived, and he was standing beside a pile of groceries filled with broken wooden boxes. If you didn't pay attention, it would be difficult to see that there was someone on the other side of the pile of groceries. It was a good hiding spot.Padfoot paused for a moment, then walked up.

Snape, who wrapped himself tightly in the death eater's robe, was a little surprised. He thought that Dumbledore would send Remus Lupine, after all, Lupine had been in charge of the overseas Order of the Phoenix before.After thinking about it, I felt that it was reasonable for Lu Ping to show his face abroad in the recent period.

The people behind Snape waved their wands, and the surroundings fell silent for a moment, as if a glass cover had been raised around them, preventing their conversation from being heard by people other than the three.

"Is someone following you?" Snape cut to the chase, he didn't think Sirius Black wanted to greet him.

Sirius released the transformation in a blink of an eye, did not respond to Snape's question, but said, "Who are you?"

The object of his questioning was Snape's little follower who had cast the magic before.

"Don't talk nonsense, let me ask you, is someone following you?" Snape didn't give Sirius a chance, anyway, the two of them had been fighting each other since they were students.

Sirius gave him a patient look, if it wasn't for...he would never have tolerated this disgusting guy talking to him and showing such an attitude.

"I didn't notice." Sirius blurted out.

Snape looked back at his well-dressed little follower. The latter raised his hand, and a black bug was entrenched on his finger. The little follower shook his head.

Sirius watched their actions in puzzlement, feeling very strange.

"No one is following?" Snape frowned.

"Isn't it good that no one is following you?" Sirius sneered.

"Albus didn't tell you why he asked you to come? Can you please use your brain once in a while? The brain is not used to decorate your hair!" Snape replied unceremoniously, with a contemptuous arc curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"What did you say?!"

Seeing that the quarrel was about to break out, a black shadow rushed to the side of the three of them, startling the two elders. When they took a closer look, it was a huge beast with a cute and small wizard doll hanging around its neck.

The little follower knelt down and stroked the head of the beast, as if they were communicating in a way that the two men could not understand. After a while, the little follower stood up and said, "The king told me someone is following you."

this voice. "... Rigg?" Sirius hesitated.

The little follower nodded, took off the mask, smiled, "Hello, Mr. Black." Then he put the mask back on.

"What is the stalker dressed like?" Snape interrupted their pleasantries.

Sirius' face darkened, but he didn't raise any objections.

"Not a wizard."

"What do you mean?"

The two men expressed confusion.

"The king found that there was a brown jay that was always hovering over Mr. Black's position, and the place where it stopped was usually very close to the road, and it moved with Mr. Black."

"Couldn't it be a pet kept by Death Eaters?" Snape murmured.

"The aggressiveness of pets should not be underestimated." Heimdall thought of the vampire who had commanded bats to attack humans.

Sirius' face suddenly changed, "I think of a mad woman, her Animagus form is a crow, whether it is a raven or a brown crow, or something else is unclear."

"Crazy woman?" Snape thought too.

Bellatrix Black Lestrange.

"Is she an Animagus?" Snape asked in surprise.

"Actually, I don't know either. What Narcissa said was the time when the Malfoy boy got lost. Narcissa mentioned it."

"Fine." Snape heaved a sigh of relief. "If that brown crow is really her, it means that the mysterious man trusts me better than I imagined. If he can deceive Bellatrix, the mysterious man will put aside his worries and completely get rid of his trust in me." Doubt, my 'records' will no longer exist."

"What are you going to do?" Sirius was a little aggrieved, but before leaving, Dumbledore told him to cooperate with Snape. In other words, Dumbledore maintained a high degree of trust in Severus Snape's decisions .

"Don't do anything, act according to the plan. That woman is very cunning and has many thoughts. If she moves too much, she will look suspicious. The current plan is to make her show up to contact me. This should be the task assigned to her by the mysterious person. We should just pretend we don't know." Snape warned him with his eyes, not to be self-defeating.

In order to create an image of graciousness in front of Heimdall, Sirius gritted his back molars in humiliation.