HP's Foreign Land

one,

Even if he spat hard, the ruthless and merciless master in front of him couldn't see it. This is probably the only thing that can make Heimdal happy.To be honest, he was not happy about this accidental discovery, and Lao Caipi's lawsuit had already been settled.Since this memory is in the Pensieve, it means it has no reference value.

The room chief has always had a premonition that as long as he meets Grindelwald, nothing good will happen, but the more this happens, the less he wants to leave... Heimdall scratched his head, knowing that he had made a fool of himself again.

Grindelwald and the black-robed lady came to the fireplace. Grindelwald waved his hand, and the flame in the fireplace quickly extinguished. After a while, there was another movement, and the instant contact was connected.

Seeing Lao Caipi, no, seeing Qing Caipi playing magic with applause with ease, Director Sturluson clenched his handkerchief tightly in envy and hatred.

The black-robed lady stood aside respectfully, while Grindelwald talked to the other side of the fireplace.

At this time, Lao Caipi didn't look old at all, but it wasn't the first time I saw him so young in school uniform.About 30 years old, it is the time when a man is in his prime and matures.

A wizard's age is always in the dark, and when he suddenly thought that the hundred-year-old Caipi was still vigorously fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Heimdall felt that the vegetable in front of him might be forty or fifty years old.

The main reason why Director Sturluson is so leisurely imagining other people's faces is that he can't understand the language that Grindelwald communicates with the other side of the fireplace.French...is really a love-hate thing.

When Grindelwald finished talking over there, Grindelwald turned around, and the black-robed lady immediately raised her chest and retracted her abdomen, her demeanor and demeanor were all flattering, which was quite different from her previous arrogant posture.The embossed pattern of the other brooch on the woman's neckline is ready to come out, and there is no need to confirm it.

Even though their conversation no longer had the original value, Heimdall couldn't help cheering up.

"People haven't arrived yet?" Grindelwald said.

His voice was thicker and deeper than when he was young, and it was a little more energetic and angry than it is now.

The black-robed lady raised her eyes, probably sensing that the move was offensive, and hurriedly lowered her eyes.

"not yet."

Grindelwald pondered for a moment, then walked slowly to the armchair and sat down.

"Is she still refusing to let go?"

The lady in black robe shook her head in embarrassment.

Grindelwald didn't seem surprised, "The Trelawney family has been tough-tempered for generations, and Cassandra Trelawney is a stone among stones."

"She refuses to eat the food we sent..." the black-robed lady said hesitantly.

"She has as much life as sand, and she can't starve to death without eating a few meals, no, maybe it's the opposite," Grindelwald's bright eyes flicked lightly. "Death is what she desperately wants now."

The lady in black robe expressed puzzlement, "but she is very obedient." Except that she doesn't eat.

"It makes no difference to her whether she resists or not." Grindelwald grinned. "Go and tell her that as long as she is willing to open her mouth for the person I appoint and make a harmless prophecy, I will let her die."

Although the lady in black robe was surprised, she still accepted the task without saying a word, and then she looked at Grindelwald hesitantly.

"What else?"

The black-robed lady pondered for a while, then hesitated, "Why are you willing to help Searle? He betrayed you!" She dragged her voice to hide her anger.

"He betrayed me?" Grindelwald chuckled. "Did he ever promise me anything?"

The black-robed lady shouted unwillingly, "You are still speaking for him!"

"You should know as well as I do that I'm telling the truth. And I'm doing it because I want him to have something to do with us."

The lady's eyes lit up, "You mean?"

"Sergey valued his new wife very much, but he was uneasy about the unwarranted curse—even if he completely denied the ridiculous rumor, he still couldn't avoid the criticism of the people around him. He needed Cassandra Te Lelauney freed his wife from the shackles, which was a simple matter to me."

The black-robed lady disagreed with him, "You have put in so much effort to find Cassandra, who has nowhere to live... I hope Sergey is worth your trouble."

Grindelwald remained calm, and murmured meaningfully, "I need what he has in his hand..."

The black-robed lady frowned, and cleverly dismissed the idea of ​​asking.

Heimdall, who was always in the cloud, raised his right hand, turned his eyes on Qing Caipi's face for the last time, and left this wonderful but slightly frightening world.

two,

Heimdall wiped off the water stains on his face with a handkerchief, and fell into a moment of thought: Another curse... Who is Sergey?

He put the handkerchief back in his pocket.

"Ready?" Peter "inflated" another cuttlefish.

This "fish" looks a little thinner than the one just now.

Heimdall said blankly, "Why do you feel so insecure?"

Peter said carelessly, "I can't die anyway!"

The head of the room gave him a blank look, held his breath, and sank into the water.

three,

This is a sunny street full of people and dust.

Vendors wearing all kinds of wizard robes peddled along the street, and the noise was roaring into the ears like a flood peak, and one group or another group suddenly got entangled and argued over trivial matters, making a fuss, and the noise seemed like Ready to fight, but nothing happens.Anyone who is familiar with this street will know that the two gangs belong to the same family.

Bock came out of Gringotts Bank across the street worriedly.Contrary to the Bao Ke in the prison, Mr. Bao Ke in memory has a ruddy complexion—even though he is in a bad mood at the moment.He was short, stocky, and had a funny way of walking—swinging to and fro.

All in all, he is an ordinary wizard who won't easily attract any attention. There is no outstanding talent, and he doesn't have a rich life.There is no shortage of such people in the world.

Bao Ke stood more than 100 meters away, and looked back at the towering Gringotts Bank full of thoughts. The white walls were shining brightly in the sunlight.Everything was perfect except the whole house was designed upside down.Goblin taste can occasionally feel unfathomable.

Boke walked on the street, ignoring the noise on both sides, and concentrated on walking, or in other words, concentrating on his thoughts.

Heimdall narrowly avoided several rampaging brooms. In such a chaotic street, there are still wizards who dare to hang around on brooms.I don't know who knocked over the viewing stand for the small magical animals, and an iron cage fell to the ground. The elf in the cage was smashed to pieces and chattered non-stop, adding a voice to the lively street harmony. department.

After he flinched and avoided the busiest section, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a scream, and a crucible the size of a footbath fell from the sky, passing through his body and rushing into the vicinity while Heimdall was stunned. The glass windows of the spice shop, the window panes shattered all over the place.

Heimdall touched his body in shock, and let out a sharp breath—by the way, this is not reality.

Then he smiled wryly, and quickly caught up with Bao Ke in front.

Bock walked through a dirty alley and came to a wooden door. He suddenly raised his head and looked straight at him. Heimdall was startled and almost thought he could see him, but Bock just looked around vigilantly. After confirming that no one was around, he opened the door and entered.

Inside the simple wooden door are six upward concrete steps, the steps are steep, uneven, and full of cracks, as if they were built by laymen.At the top of the steps was another door, with chipped green paint making it look old and unattractive.

Pack stepped forward, he took out his wand, lifted the spell to lock the door, and walked inside the door, the door quickly closed behind him, once again bound by the lock spell.

Heimdall rushed through the door before Bock. It was a high-roofed room, which at first glance seemed empty, with a kerosene stove in the corner; a dirty metal water basin squatted on it—Google Gudu was steaming; the only window in the room was blocked by a curtain with a hole in it, and the gorgeous sunlight shot into the room through the gap, which failed to bring in a little light, but made the whole space even more gloomy.

There is a cushioned bench by the window, and a small tea table in front of the bench; there is a drinking cup on the tea table, which is slightly steaming.There was a person lying on the bench, wrapped in an old blanket, perhaps hearing the sound of the door opening, the person on the chair turned over and sat up in an instant, the horror on his face was impossible to ignore.

This is a woman with a tired face, and her face is occupied by fear at this time, until Boke walks into the room, she just collapses, leaning on the back of the chair, her expression becomes melancholy.

"Didn't I tell you that staying here wouldn't be dangerous?!" Boke's tone could easily be heard to be irritated and impatient.

The woman flinched.

This was the first time Heimdall heard Bock's voice since he followed Bock's memory.Heimdall no longer remembers what his voice was like when he was face to face with Bock. At that time, no one could have predicted that Bock would die in a blink of an eye.This is a typical example of using death to attract the attention of others.

As an employee of IW, Judge Sturluson sincerely hoped that similar cases would never happen again.

Bao Ke paced back and forth in the room like a trapped animal, and the already depressing atmosphere became more and more suffocating.

Heimdall wondered what was going on in Gringotts.Less savings?Wages owed?

The woman suddenly covered her face and wept.

Bowker did not shy away from revealing the disgust on his face.

"What's the use of crying!"

"...I can't take it anymore...I really can't take it anymore..." the woman whimpered. "I'm just an ordinary person, I shouldn't listen to you and come with you to this terrible world, let me go," the woman suddenly rushed to grab Bock's wizard robe. "You let me go! I will never tell! I will act as if it never happened, and I will forget about them! Forget them all!"

"Forget about that thing in Gringotts too?" Packer's rosy face showed a bit of ferocity, which made people shudder.

The woman let go of her hand with a scream of "ah" and fell to the ground.

She hugged her head in fear, curled up into a ball, and her crying became heart-piercing.

"...you don't love me at all, those sweet words are all lies! Liar! They are all lies! You are just using me, and that damn curse may not work on Muggles, and you want to turn the curse on me , that's why you married me, because only a husband and wife can work together... You want to leave me and go off by yourself, you want to be beautiful! You want to be beautiful!!! I will drag you to hell with me even if I die -"

The woman's wailing stopped abruptly, and Bock used his magic to push her against the wall.

The woman's face was flushed red, unable to speak or struggle, like a suffering prisoner helplessly stuck against the wall, only the eyeballs that almost popped out of her eyes revealed her inner world that was about to collapse.

"Who told you this?!" Bao Ke's rosy face turned pale, like a jackal whose tail had been chopped off, his eyes were ferocious and bloodthirsty.

The woman glared at him.

Pack lifted the spell, the woman fell to the ground, and she sat up against the wall in embarrassment, but Pack didn't give her a chance to breathe, grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up.

"Don't make me say it a second time!"

At this time, Bao Ke was already on the edge of the critical point, only one step away from the abyss.

Heimdall wanted to grab something, but he couldn't touch anything but himself.Watching a burly man violently attacking a woman who has no ability to resist... Judge Sturluson could only remind himself that this was actually a mental test.

Bao Ke let go of the hand that was holding his neck, and the woman finally recovered.

"No, no one told me..."

Bao Ke's strength came up again, "Don't fool me with lies!"

"...No, really not...I was wrong, my dear, I was wrong," the woman begged for mercy. "I won't leave you, what kind of curse or magic, you can turn around as you want, we are husband and wife, we are one body ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Bao Ke slammed her against the wall, the woman's back fell heavily, and she slid along the wall and fell to the ground. There was no movement for a long time.

Heimdall quickly came to the woman, but was helpless.

Bao Ke, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, stepped forward and kicked the woman hard in the stomach, and there was a muffled cry of pain.

She is still alive.

Without waiting for Heimdall to express any emotions, Bock sneered, "Don't pretend to be dead, I am not your ex-husbands—those idiots who were killed by you, and I will not easily draw conclusions on you. Even if you become Widow, I won't leave you a Knut...by the way, what's your money called?"

Heimdall touched his nose, well, the wicked have their own way.

The woman struggled on the ground for a while, then turned around, feeling other emotions besides exhaustion and fear—resentment.

"You will die badly!" the woman gasped and cursed.

Bao Ke smiled leisurely, "That's why I need you, dear."

The woman's face changed drastically, "...is it really a curse? A terrible spell that can kill people?"

"I haven't finished talking about the topic just now." Bao Ke sat down on the bench and watched her condescendingly. "How did you know?"

The woman turned her face away and avoided talking about it.

Bao Ke said sharply: "I can tell you that although it's not [-]%, what you said is eight or nine is not far from ten."

"No...the one who is going to die is definitely not me...impossible..." the woman said in a daze.

"Dear Gabriel, you should be grateful for your Muggle status." Bock said gloatingly.

"No!" the woman screamed. "That's just guesswork, guesswork...we're the same!"

"Same? Don't be kidding me!" The corners of Bao Ke's mouth twisted up. "You're just a lowly Muggle."

The woman was deeply hurt by the contempt in his eyes, she jumped up suddenly, waved her hands and rushed forward roaring.

"Monster! Heresy! You should all be burned to death!!!"

Bock's expression changed after hearing the heretic's scolding, and he swung his wand vigorously, the woman was bounced away, and with a shrill scream, she fell limply by the kerosene stove and remained motionless.The bright red blood soon soaked her clothes.

Bock stood there blankly for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he strode forward and pushed the woman away with trembling hands, and saw the raised petal-shaped decorative horns of the German-style kerosene stove piercing her deeply. right eyeball...

Bao Ke slumped on the ground, his face pale as paper.

Heimdall raised his arms in the almost suffocating atmosphere.

four,

"How?" Peter asked impatiently. "It won't be Grindelwald again?"

Heimdall had told him the whole story of his first experience before.

"This is the Orces basin, not the Grindelwald basin." When Heimdall faced him, he couldn't help complaining.

"Actually, it's almost the same as the Grindelwald Basin. There's a huge amount of memories about Grindelwald in it. It's not surprising to encounter it a few times now and then," Peter said.

"Not that bad luck," Heimdall said. "It's Bock this time."

Peter was very excited to hear that, "How do you feel?"

"There's a lot of information." Judge Sturlusson almost couldn't hold it.

"Do you want to continue? There is another 198511."

"No, watching too much increases the mental burden, and it feels a bit difficult to concentrate now."

They quickly packed up the storage office and left there.

Heimdall didn't care about his guilty conscience now, and walked out leisurely behind Peter, facing the wizards and detectives who passed by, whether they recognized them or not, they all waved their hands in a friendly way and smiled. Show your white teeth.

It is no different from the unimpeded arrival when it came, and the smooth sailing when it left.

After they left the police detachment, Peter checked his watch. It was past five o'clock.

"It's been so long?" Heimdall was surprised, he thought he didn't waste any time.

"What are your plans?" Peter asked.

"Bock has a Muggle wife named Gabriel, who is probably dead, please help me find this person." Heimdall said.

As for the one who cursed the horse, Judge Sturluson was still skeptical.

In addition, Heimdall was struggling a little, not sure whether he should contact Lao Caipi again.

Fives,

Next to the International Federation of Wizards building.

"Mr. Sturluson!" Lawrence Redding, wearing a protective suit and dragging a broomstick, ran towards him shouting.

Behind him was Victor Krum, who was also carrying a broom, but not wearing protective clothing.

"I suddenly remembered something else." Peter turned around quickly, and Heimdall grabbed his neck.

Who made him born with five shortcomings, so he was very aggrieved and firmly stuck by the head of the Situ Lusong who was not working hard.

Redding ran up to them at this time, and found that the ripples on Peter's face also subsided a little.

"Are you ready to get off work?" Redding never moved his eyes from that face, and glanced at Heimdall's hand on Peter's shoulder from time to time.

Peter moved uneasily, but was held firmly by the man.Peter's heart was full of bulls.

"Yes, how are you doing?" Heimdall said kindly again.

A certain idol behind Lidin couldn't help raising his eyebrows, maintaining a serious style.

"...It's not too bad." Lidin's answer was a little perfunctory, and his grades were probably not satisfactory.

"I'll cheer you up on the day of the assessment," Heimdall said.

"Okay, we've agreed—" Lieding repeated several times, suddenly realized something was wrong, and hurriedly made amends, "Thank you, I'm very happy, I believe that as long as you come, I will be able to pass." After finishing speaking, he blushed and cast a shy glance at Heimdall.

Peter admired that Victor Krum and the person next to him could not change their faces after hearing such words.

"You are too polite, we are all colleagues of IW, as it should be. Are you going back?" Heimdall changed the subject in a hurry.

Lidin, who didn't realize it, slapped his forehead, almost forgetting such an important matter.

Redding hurriedly called Master Krum behind him to come forward, and actively acted as an introducer.

He said to Heimdall graciously: "Who is this person, I don't think I need to introduce him?"

Heimdall and Victor glanced at each other. Chief Sturlusson looked away first and was defeated. Emma, ​​after going back, he probably won't be able to eat and walk away.

Redding still didn't notice it, and Peter, who was watching the excitement, suddenly discovered that people like him would actually live happily.

Redding said to the master: "This is Heimdall Strulusson—"

"I know." Victor said calmly.

Peter's eyelids twitched, thinking that he was going to pass through.

Heimdall, on the other hand, remained calm.

Victor said slowly: "The International Wizengamot is a young and promising judge who became a regular before the age of 17."

Heimdall glanced at the master, who looked back lazily, and the room chief retreated for the second time.

Those with a guilty conscience are really terrible.

The atmosphere at the scene was weird, and Peter tried his best to shrink himself to the smallest size.

Lawrence Redding alone was in high spirits from beginning to end.

Before saying goodbye, Redding handed Victor's autographed photo to Heimdall.

"I think since you told me, I should get it for you no matter what."

Under the watchful eyes of the master, Heimdall took it bravely, and the signed photo read: Dedicated to the dearest Heimdall Strulusson, and then Victor's signature, and there is another row at the bottom: Yours When Lawrence Heimdall raised his head again, he had a perfectly immature and shy expression.

"Thank you, I will keep it well."

Redding was elated, clenched his fists several times and wanted to say something, but backed away. Finally, he smiled dejectedly and said goodbye to Heimdall.

Peter took the opportunity to run along with him. Although he didn't like talking to Redding, at least he wouldn't die suddenly.

As they walked, Peter turned his head and said to Redding, who was still immersed in excitement, "Don't be too happy, there are men."

Redding froze.

Peter turned a blind eye and decided to cut the mess quickly. After all, this matter was his own bad idea-he would never admit it to the outside world.

"Didn't you see the ring on his left hand? It's a symbol of marriage. He has already started a family with someone."

Peter thought that Redding would be devastated, which is what it should be, and anyone who is hit will be depressed.

Unexpectedly, Comrade Peter made a mistake, and Comrade Redding did not take the usual path, so he threw a sentence as a matter of course——

"Just get a divorce."

This time it was Peter who froze.

On the other side, Master Krum hummed softly, "Your Lawrence."

In desperation, Mr. Stulusson dragged the master to a hidden corner, and it was like a chicken pecking at his face.