HP's Foreign Land

one,

Maybe Grindelwald didn't think about anything, and his eyes were modest and cautious, but the hatred value of Master Krum, who is self-sufficient, rose inexplicably. Facing the two sets of standard saint uniforms delivered to him, his contempt , that disgust, that overwhelming dislike, undisguised, easy to understand.

Chief Strulusson changed quickly, and he was not unhappy emotionally. The master's glass heart was stung, and his little face was as black as the bottom of a pot, clearly rebellious.

Why don't you hesitate, hesitate, and worry? !Victor thought angrily.

After changing his robes, Heimdall looked back, hey, what a big black face, and seeing him staring at the uniform with a fierce look, he quickly figured it out.

"It's just two props, I don't mind," Heimdall walked around the master with a smile. "Don't worry, even if your ugly clothes completely cover your facial features, you can tell that you are a handsome guy just by looking at your back, and it won't bury your beauty in vain."

A certain senior brother also turned the world upside down, trying to make his sweetheart laugh by belittling the saints? !Don't bring it like this!What's even worse is that it's still in front of his face!

After being mixed up in such a mess, coupled with the director's playful smile and gags, no matter how big the resentment was, it disappeared.

Under Heimdall's attentive service, Victor took off his robe and put on the saint's uniform with complicated emotions.Who would have thought that he would one day run out in a saint's robe to bluff? !Director Sturlusson really has the talent of "turning decay into magic"!

"Are there any precautions?" Heimdall asked Grindelwald seemingly cautiously.

"Precautions?"

"It's the connection code, the special password that people can't detect, the spells and methods used by the saints to send messages to each other, etc., the more detailed the introduction, the better." A look of devoting oneself to seeking advice and tirelessly.

"You are a spy pretending to be a fake saint, don't you need to be so particular?" Grindelwald said lightly. "Even if I understand all of what you said, it won't be useful."

I can't use it today, and there will be later!Heimdall, who had been prepared for a long time, didn't feel too disappointed in the face of Grindelwald's four or two attempts. If Lao Caipi didn't even have this psychological line of defense, he wouldn't have been in Europa for decades.

"Brown's people have a bit of a knack," Grindelwald said.

Heimdall had briefly described what happened to him before.

"I heard that the mysterious people have not found a way to enter Hogwarts." Heimdall said softly. "I once learned that Brown and the mysterious person seem to have a connection. If they are still working together, the next wave of people entering Hogwarts is likely to be Death Eaters."

According to Heimdall's understanding of Brown, this person is not interested in ascending to the top and ruling the world. His hobby is to make waves in the range he wants to pay attention to when he has a whim.This range may be a person, or an event, or an object. From the analysis of his deliberate preparation for several years to discredit his mentor who has seen through his inner essence, Brown is unrestrained, free-wheeling, ruthless, A person who must be revenged.

If Brown's current "whim" is to hook up with the Dark Lord to commit crimes, this matter becomes imminent.The head of the room didn't know that Professor Brown's current "true love" was Heimdall Strulusson.

"This kind of person is not easy to deal with." Grindelwald said solemnly.

Heimdall suddenly lost sight of his eyes, "Speaking of being unrestrained, doing whatever you want, being ruthless, and vengeful, why am I not unfamiliar at all? It seems that there was once a student who was expelled from the school because he frequently violated school rules, performed dangerous experiments, and refused to mend his ways. Brother seems to have the same temperament. This alumnus ruled the European continent for a long time many years ago, but unfortunately he failed in the end. It is said that life is not going well." Heimdall's wandering eyes fell on Grindelwald's face, He asked sincerely, "Do you still have any impression of this person, brother?"

Grindelwald smiled silently.

While the master was enjoying himself silently, there were voices and footsteps outside, and the three of them looked at the door at the same time. After a while, someone pushed the door and entered. The person who came was Albus Dumbledore, whom no one in the Order of the Phoenix could find. profitable.

He came in with a small bag and a notebook in his other hand.After entering the door, he raised his eyes casually, nodded slightly to Heimdall and Viktor, and there was one person who didn't seem to see, and then turned his attention to the colorful booklet in his hand.

These two people really have JQ... The head of the room is extremely proud of his foresight.

"Pumpkin juice?" Grindelwald said.

"Oh," said Dumbledore. "I bought a new flavor of sherbet at Honeydukes, everyone have a taste." As soon as the words fell, Grindelwald's silent follower walked into the house with a tray, put the things down and quickly retreated go out.

Grindelwald was still drinking his Firewhiskey, ignoring the glasses on the tray.

Dumbledore didn't take it seriously, and warmly greeted the couple in COSPLAY.

"Try it quickly."

Under his watchful eyes, the two picked up a drink, and Dumbledore said with a smile: "It tastes good, passion fruit and fig flavor." He also drank it himself, narrowing his eyes comfortably.

To be honest, the taste is a bit strange, not like passion fruit and fig.Victor stared at the strangely colored liquid in the glass and remained silent.

"This is really delicious!"

The master was taken aback, and quickly looked at the head of the room with a satisfied face.

delicious? !What a joke!

Dumbledore's eyes gleamed with joy and gentleness behind the glasses.

Heimdall said to Victor excitedly: "When we leave, go to Honeydukes and bring some back?" The baby at home might like it too, so we can buy a few more at that time.

Whether Mionir would like the master is not guaranteed, Victor nodded calmly on the surface, and put down the cup without a trace in the next second.

Heimdall noticed the booklet in Dumbledore's hand again, "The shoes on the cover are so pretty." He discovered something new.

"I prefer the knitted socks on this page." Mr. Principal turned to a certain page of the booklet. "These cloaks are nice too, and this wizard hat with sequins and ruffles."

Every time Dumbledore said something, Heimdall nodded accordingly. The old and the young had the same eyes and opinions.

Currently still occupying the No. [-] ranking of Seekers in the world, his eyes are so good that Master Krum turned his head away in pain, and happened to meet the somewhat helpless Grindelwald's eyes. At that moment, the two understood each other's emotions Inner world.

Realizing what happened, the master's face darkened, and he felt particularly guilty because of his spiritual connection with Lao Caipi.

Lao Caipi grinned, shaking the cup in his hand, "Do you want some?"

Victor was silent for a moment, "...yes." He needs to be shocked now.

two,

"Why didn't you tell Professor Dumbledore about it?" Victor asked.

Heimdall didn't tell Dumbledore anything about the stranger at the bottom of the lake until they left Hogsmeade.

"Maybe he already knows, why bother." Heimdall said. "That person is pretending to be a saint, not a Death Eater, and Ludwig Brown is involved, so there is no need to make a fuss."

The headmaster is not allowed to pay attention to the person found at Hogwarts?Victor thought amusedly.

Heimdall continued, "The Order of the Phoenix has the way of the Order of the Phoenix, and they have their own contacts; I'm from IW, Brown's case is pending, and our baby has been offended in the past... I won't let it go, But I also don't want to complicate things."

He didn't want to alarm the Dark Lord's henchmen, let alone attract the Dark Lord's attention. Anyway, he was well-known with the Dark Lord. One day, he suddenly remembered that there was a little wizard who had slipped away under his nose, and thus his hatred value was raised.Just look at Harry and you will know how terrible it is to be rebelled by the Dark Lord.

They flew to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, judged the location based on the stranger's description, and correctly wrote down the forward route in the notebook.Heimdall took out a magic detector specially made for his family and hung it on his wrist, and the master took the other from him and hung it on his wrist.The two adjusted each other's saint's cloaks and walked into the forest.

three,

When the two came to the legendary meeting place, Heimdall took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. The sun was setting and his fingers could not be seen in the Forbidden Forest. The two lighted up fluorescent lights and waited quietly.

Half an hour later, Heimdall said in a low voice, "Did the stranger not finish his explanation? Did I miss the connection signal?"

Victor glanced around vigilantly, "Look again."

The night in the Forbidden Forest is not quiet, and what is concealed under the peaceful appearance is the turbulent undercurrent of natural selection.

The two sat down back to back.

"I think of that time in the Forbidden Forest running like hell," Heimdall said.

"While hiding from the werewolf?" Victor asked.

"Well, I'm so scared to shit." Heimdall laughed at himself.

"It deserves it!" The master showed no mercy.

Heimdall pursed his lips, looking wildly at a 45-degree angle, "Could this Tarnulf be a werewolf?"

"Just think so if you want to." The master refused to accept such a self-abuse assumption.

"Cut!" Heimdall raised his chin proudly. "What's wrong with the werewolf, we are also friends of the werewolf now!"

Victor sneered, "Self-proclaimed?"

The elder of the room was unhappy, "What's wrong with self-proclaimed, this is the truth."

"Brothers with Peter are friends of werewolves? Peter is a specially trained werewolf. He can control himself regardless of his mind or wildness. He can't be compared with werewolves who are brutal and unable to control themselves in the usual sense." The master said. The meaning is very clear, my dear, being a person is too naive.

Just as the room chief was racking his brains to retort, a figure flashed not far away, light and shadow looming in the dark background, and the magical artifacts on their wrists buzzed in unison, Heimdall and Victor involuntarily took precautions, The two quickly got up and stood up straight.

After a while, the visitor walked up to them, without evasiveness or arrogance, as calm as meeting two strangers asking for directions in the park.

Heimdall could clearly see the opponent's face under the light of fluorescent lights.A male wizard in his prime, but his hair was gray, and his haggard facial features showed a bit of age that didn't match his age.He was unremarkable in ragged clothes, with light chestnut hair disheveled and greasy.

"Tarnow?" Heimdall imitated the stranger's accent, speaking English with an accent.

"It's me." Tarnow glanced at them casually, his sabotage mood was very obvious, which made the couple a little puzzled.

Heimdall was secretly worried about how to extend the topic and bring it to the point. The stranger didn't know much about this stealth mission before, and Heimdall was afraid that overplaying it would backfire.

"What happened to that?" Victor said suddenly. The master's Continental English was very authentic. If he wanted to have a French accent, he could have a French accent, and if he wanted to switch to German English, he could switch easily.

Tarnow stared at the master.This action made Heimdall's throat tighten, and under the cover of the cloak, the master was also worried.

Tarnuf shrugged, "Failed."

"What?" Heimdall suddenly came back to his senses, and put on an angry tone, "What is failure?!"

Oh peat!The head of the room was crying and howling in his heart, what the hell is going on!

"I tried various methods to sneak into Hogwarts Castle, but all failed."

"Can't you get in?" Heimdall could only connect the past and the future through these dry temptations, trying to develop useful information.

"I can't get in." Tarnow didn't know what to worry about other people's urgency at all, and he was still indifferent to answering. "I can't even get into the front hall, let alone go to the North Tower to get things."

North Tower?take things?

Heimdall said vaguely: "That thing is very important..."

"I know." Tarnow scratched his hair irritably. "If it wasn't for repaying the life-saving grace of the year, I wouldn't stay in this place of right and wrong, and I wouldn't agree to help you steal the memory ball from Trelawney. But if you can't get in, you can't get in! You go back Tell Henry Drey that I won't forget what Tarnulf owes him, but it's beyond my powers, and there's nothing I can do."

Henry Derry?Not Brown?Ah, by the way, the stranger has found himself two allegiances indiscreetly, which means that this incident at Hogwarts has nothing to do with Brown?No no no, maybe Brown was involved too, but not the master planner.

Where Ludwig Brown was suspected, the Strulusson interrogator could not help being suspicious.

Seeing that Heimdall did not answer for a long time, Tarnow became nervous—he imagined the terrible consequences of killing people and silencing his mouth, and regretted his unrestrained speech.

Victor said, "We'll take your word back."

Tarnuf breathed a sigh of relief, his pale face softened slightly.

"Thank you," he said.

"... Trelawney's Remembrall." Heimdall asked suddenly at the same moment Tarnulf turned around.

Tarnuff froze, and turned around with a wry smile, "I'm sure of this, that thing must still be in the North Tower, Trelawney doesn't like to go out, since she settled down at Hogwarts, she has been forced to contact Hogg She doesn’t even go to Maude Village. How much of her things she brought in, how much is left now.”

The Trelawney family was generally poor and homeless, and no one had ever taken an interest in her shabby belongings until Henry Derry had her idea.

"Let's go." Heimdall said succinctly.

Tarnow, as if he had been pardoned, left in a hurry, muttering gratefully—afraid they would change their minds.

The two left the Forbidden Forest.

"You seem disappointed." Victor pondered the tangled facial expression of the room chief.

"I originally thought that if we ran into a heinous person, we could work together to take him down and get points when we go back." In fact, the head of the office has always been thinking about the strategy of exchanging points for positions that Peter secretly told him. "But this guy is more afraid of getting into trouble than we are. You have seen it, how quick he is when he runs, he is indeed a werewolf."

That's right, werewolves, this is Heimdall's judgment. That Tarnulf is probably one of the werewolves living in the Forbidden Forest. From his remarks, it can be seen that the werewolves in the Forbidden Forest have moved out.Whether it was voluntary is unknown.

"Although that guy had the consciousness and behavior to commit crimes, he didn't succeed. He was more righteous. It seems that he did it out of necessity." Heimdall sighed. "Forget it, give him a break. We are not patrolling officers of the Wizarding Police Force of the British Ministry of Magic. Let's just turn a blind eye to this kind of sneaking. People are busy fighting against evil forces now. Maybe it's our fault. Mind your own business."

Seeing him pretending to be tolerant, Victor couldn't help laughing.

"Alas, thanks to our labor and effort," Heimdall fanned the wide sleeves of his cloak. "Maybe the other party won't bother to think about it wearing his own clothes. That person doesn't want to go into muddy water at all."

Victor raised his eyebrows, "Actually, nothing happened and you were disappointed. You originally wanted to show off your talents, but after you got back, you had the capital to brag and brag. I didn't expect things to backfire." So I babbled and muttered here.

The head of the room twitched his eyebrows and said vaguely: "World peace, world peace."

Grandpa snorted.

The head of the room hurriedly hugged the man's arm, pouted and pecked at the man's face, "Honey, let's go home, I miss my family and my son."

four,

The two parted ways at the gate of the castle, and Victor went to Snape's office to inform him of tonight's meeting; Heimdall turned to the North Tower and walked into the divination class again.

Professor Sybill Trelawney was sitting behind a wooden table covered with a pink-purple tablecloth, behind her was a decorative bead curtain made of colorful stones, and in front of her was a shiny crystal ball. The professor's face was flickering. Miezhong appeared to be particularly unpredictable—the aura of a magic stick came to his face again.

The head of the office has a special disdain for divination, not because he despises the randomness of divination, but because he lacks imagination. It is said that students with poor imagination usually fail the operation test, such as reading tea leaves, palmistry, and crystal balls. It's all based on imagination.The chief's imagination is always poorly connected in this respect.

"Good evening, Professor, I'm here to disturb you again." Heimdall stood still for a moment, then walked towards her.

"I knew you would come." Professor Trelawney said calmly, looking at her calm appearance, it seemed that the wine bottle hadn't been opened yet.

Heimdall said he was happy to hear it. It’s fine for those who engage in divination to talk nonsense and say good things. In case there are some bad omens, even if you don’t believe it, it’s just an embarrassment for yourself. It’s really great to see her sober alright.

"The crystal ball told you?" Heimdall said nonchalantly.

"No," Professor Trelawney flipped his hands over, pointing the mouth of the teacup at Heimdall. "The tea leaves told me."

Heimdall took the cup and looked at it for a long time, "It looks like..."

Trelawney nodded encouragingly.

"A goblin with an abacus?"

Trelawney yelled and jumped to her feet, waving her hands as if grabbing the air for threads of thought.

"Use your imagination!" Her drawl made the skin crawl.

Heimdall bit the bullet and guessed wildly, "A bird?"

Trelawney's eyes lit up, and she stared at him eagerly, "What else?"

Really a bird? !

Heimdall squinted at the bottom of the measuring cup pretending to be deep, "A bird with spread wings represents hope, change, and turning point?" Did Mao blurt out those words?It seems that in school at that time, Carlo, who studied divination, always talked about this. It is said that the divination professor at the German school liked to hear this.

Trelawney blushed with excitement, she circled around Heimdall, muttering words, this sudden big move startled Heimdall, what's wrong, what kind of ceremony is she holding?

In Heimdall's apprehension, the "ceremony" ended soon.

"Sturlupine," said Professor Trelawney reassuringly. "Your grades in divination must be among the best in Durmstrang."

Heimdall shook his head, and the professor had an expression of "I know you don't have to be modest".

It really is a magic stick!Heimdall thought to himself, probably he had misunderstood what Professor Trelawney was thinking.Can you get a high score like this?In the next school year, he will definitely study divination actively, maybe he will become a generation of fools!After this incident, the director's impression of divination has plummeted.

"Sturluson, why did you come to me?" Trelawney seemed to remember something.

Heimdall was dumbfounded, didn't she claim to know?Is it really okay to be so upside down?Or was she actually drunk?

Under the calm and blank gaze of Professor Trelawney, Heimdall decisively sounded the drum to retreat.

"Nothing, just to say goodbye to you, we are going back." Heimdall said.

Trelawney smiled and nodded, "Goodbye."

I don't know why, but the head of the room felt tight in his chest.

"...Goodbye." Heimdall scratched his head and walked towards the rope ladder.

"Wait, wait!" Professor Trelawney shouted. "I almost forgot!" As he said, he rushed to the cabinet and rummaged through it. "Look at my memory, it would be bad if I forgot!"

To be honest, Heimdall is a bit creepy, this professor is too unexpected, and his speech is extremely jumpy, and ordinary people like him can't understand it, so he can't hold it.

"I found it..." Professor Trelawney muttered, and walked to Heimdall with a small box.

"I leave this to you." Trelawney stretched out her hand, and stuffed the dark brown wooden box carved with irises into Heimdall's hand.

The box is as big as an adult's palm, square and square, not well preserved, and the surface is severely worn and faded.

"This is..." Heimdall asked confusedly.

He didn't think Trelawney was the kind of wizard who had mastered the art of dealing with people.

"Grandma told me to give it to you," Trelawney said.

"Your grandma is..."

"She's gone."

"I know her?" Heimdall was even more confused.

"I probably don't know her. She was gone when I was young."

"Then this one?" Heimdall held up the box.

"This box is inherited from the ancestors, and grandma was also her grandma who asked her to keep it. Grandma's grandma told grandma that grandma must try to hand over the box to you."

This string of grandmas almost made the room chief faint.

"Why?" Heimdall was puzzled. "Why did your grandma and your grandma's grandma give me this box?" Most importantly, how did they know that a wizard named Heimdall Strulusson would appear in the lives of their offspring in the future?

"Grandma Cassandra told me." Professor Trelawney said firmly.

Cassandra?Cassandra Trelawney?

Professor Trelawney added: "Grandma Cassandra promised Gordana Jankulovska Krum to destroy all memory balls, but she secretly left one and told future generations In your hands. In my generation, the task is finally completed." Professor Trelawney looked relieved.

Gordana Jankulovska Krum? !Heimdall narrowed his eyes, could it be...

Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! ! !The head of the room is uncertain.This is the legendary ultimate great magic stick, no no, a high-end great prophet!

"I will keep it a secret." Heimdall managed to calm down the turbulent thoughts and various speculations, and raised his eyes to promise.

It took Professor Trelawney a long time to figure out what he meant.If this matter is revealed, it is very likely to affect Cassandra's great international reputation.

"Thank you." Professor Trelawney smiled.