HP's Foreign Land

one,

Heimdall pushed the cup and ordered bluntly, "Change!"

Brown's face did not change, and he still had a friendly and harmonious face, but Heimdall could see the unhappiness under his mask-don't ask him why he could see it, maybe this was the "case-handling intuition" highly praised by the instructors and sounding abstruse. ", more probably his wishful thinking.

Heimdall was about to get up to say goodbye, Brown pursed his lips and offered him a glass of plain water instead.Mr. Stuluson thanked him calmly, and decided to forgive him for his negligence mercifully.

"What do you want to talk to me about? Please get straight to the point, we've gone around too many circles." Heimdall said bluntly.

Fortunately, Brown knows when enough is enough.

"What do you know about the Kroom curse?" Brown asked.

"It's up to me to ask that question," Heimdall said.

Brown made a "please listen and respect" gesture.

"Why are you so interested in Krum's affairs?" Heimdall said calmly.

"A 'friend' who thought he made everything work perfectly did something that didn't please me, and I was trying to understand why he did it, and it involved Krum before I figured it out. Know everything you need to know."

The truth is certainly not as lightly described by Brown, and Heimdall will not naively believe it.

Heimdall frowned, "What is the relationship between that friend who made you unhappy and the Krum family?"

"It doesn't matter," Brown said. "To be precise, there is no blood relationship at all."

"Other than blood relationship?"

"In terms of interpersonal communication, there is some connection with Victor Krum."

"What connection?"

Brown changed the subject, "Do you know Henry Drey?"

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, the name sounded familiar, "...that Henry Drey in the Quidditch world?"

"it's him."

Heimdall suddenly remembered something, "I once met two suspicious people in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One pretended to be a Death Eater, but he didn't know what to ask; Rui is doing business, what's going on here?"

"The person pretending to be a Death Eater was my staff, and then he fell to Derry. I don't know what benefits Derry promised him; I don't know about the other werewolf." Brown seemed to be frank. "The purpose of Derry's arrangement of people entering Hogwarts is to find memory balls."

"What memory ball, where can I find it?"

"About the memory ball of Cassandra's prophecy, look for it from Cassandra's descendants. Unfortunately, the professor of divination at Hogwarts doesn't like to go out, and the werewolf who works for him can't get close to Hogwarts who has been cast with multiple powerful magics." Castle Gwartz, the wizard who worked for me was just a pawn in charge of liaison, nothing to worry about."

Heimdall was startled, "Why did Dre find Cassandra's memory ball?"

Brown smiled, "You already have the answer in your heart."

Could it be that Henry Dray also...

The more you know, the greater the mystery. Heimdall rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, but he couldn't figure it out with these alone.

"Tell me everything you know about the curse," Heimdall said.

"I don't have the details, I only know the general idea." Brown actually reminded others to reserve his words? !

Heimdall turned his head and looked out the window. Did the sun and the moon turn upside down today?

Brown probably understood his silent inner workings, brazenly continuing to hold on.

"Tell me, whether it has value is up to me." Heimdall said.

"The cause of the incident was a thing. The person who owned it showed off everywhere, and was finally murdered for money. The gangsters who saw the money didn't know that this thing was cursed at first. Until the first unlucky person died, they tried their best to save their lives Running around, looking for a way to break it, hoping to end the curse before the next unlucky guy appears. Because no one knows who will be next. By the way, I forgot to mention that the original owner of that thing was a Muggle. "

If things are really as Brown said, these cursed gangsters are not worthy of sympathy. The problem is that if no action is taken and the curse continues to develop, it is very likely that Heimdall's beloved family will be implicated... That is to say There was no rest or pause in the curse, only old Mrs Krum's turn hadn't yet come.

After a long time, Heimdall said, "What is that thing?"

"I'm not very clear about the specifics. It seems to be a treasure that can help people get what they want." Brown was very calm, and there was no excitement and longing for the baby on his face.

"I noticed that you said 'bandits who want to see money', how many people are there?"

"6."

6...Heimdall was a little surprised, there were more people than he initially estimated.

"6 is 9 in reverse, its uncertainty is immeasurable, and it is designated as an interesting number in the field of divination." Brown said meaningfully.

According to the Babu sect's classic "Apocalypse", the number of demons rampant in the world before the end of the world is 666; but in some sects, such as Judaism, the six-pointed star represents "God".It's a variable number.

"Thinking about it, the person who cursed the baby is a cruel guy." Heimdall murmured.

Brown didn't expect him to come to such an irrelevant conclusion, so he chuckled.

Heimdall didn't care if he was laughing at himself, and asked, "Dre's ancestor was a member of the Gang of Six?"

Brown didn't make a fool of himself, "And David Gomez." Seeing that Heimdall was deep in thought again, he couldn't help asking, "Aren't you going to ask me how to break the curse?"

"If you know how to crack it, you still need to let me guess for so long? I don't think you are so powerful." Heimdall sneered.

Brown opened the cookie jar, "Would you like some?"

Heimdall turned his appetite off at the sight of the organ-shaped gray biscuit, but Brown ate it with gusto.

"No, thank you." The room chief refused decisively.

Brown seemed to turn a blind eye to his undisguised dislike, and said calmly, "Do you believe it now?"

"How to say?"

"You said you didn't believe me."

"I still don't believe you now, so don't waste your time."

Why were these people on the loose always trying to make him believe them?Grindelwald is like this, Ludwig Brown is also not exempt?

"Is there anything else you want to ask? If not, I'll have to correct the students' homework." Brown fluently issued the dismissal order.

"Don't get too involved, Professor Brown." Heimdall said sarcastically.

Brown pretended not to hear in a good-natured manner, and brought a pile of parchment with his wand, as if he was really ready to start working immediately.

"There are two questions that confuse me," Heimdall said.

Brown stared at him silently.

Heimdall said straightforwardly, "How did Karel Di Rupo offend you? He was your instructor during your internship. Logically speaking, you should be grateful for his cultivation. You have learned a lot from him."

Brown held the quill, and there was a subtle change in the expression on his face, which Heimdall couldn't interpret.

"To put it simply, he has too much control. When he learned of some of my hobbies by chance, he was very angry, and repeatedly used various means to force me to change my ways. You know, people There is a limit to endurance. I don’t blame him for denouncing me, I don’t blame him for ruining the promotion opportunities I finally won, and I don’t blame him for taking advantage of his power to cut off my future in the wizard healing industry. The only thing I can’t tolerate is him Forcing me to quit my hobbies, my hobbies do not hinder his business, he actually said that he has a disturbed conscience, it is so ridiculous, we are not relatives, so why does he have a disturbed conscience?!"

Brown laughed loudly, and Heimdall vaguely saw from him the detainee Brown who was crazy in the court.Heimdall regretted asking him this question. Di Rupo was dead, and there was no proof of his death. Brown's harsh words were probably a cover-up.

"And what about the mysterious man in England? How did you get involved with him?" Heimdall asked.

"The mysterious man was very disappointed with the efficiency of the Death Eaters. He hoped to have a group of more obedient and efficient helpers." Brown's information to his business partners was sold smoothly.

"Is this helper not your subordinate?"

"The mysterious man is very powerful personally, and I just need to provide him with some technical guidance." It can be heard that Brown has a good impression of Voldemort, and perhaps people like them resonate with each other.

"...Could it be a dark magic creature?" Heimdall heard that Voldemort was obsessed with black magic research, and he often summoned evil creatures to throw them among Muggles for experiments. If he wanted something more challenging, he would throw them on half-blood wizards.

Brown didn't speak. Heimdall felt that his guess was reliable, and reminded himself to send the news to Professor Snape quickly, hoping that they would have noticed it and made early preparations.

As Heimdall left Professor Lacey's office, Brown was solemnly writing comments in his student workbook, seemingly unconcerned about what Heimdall would do about his impostor.

Of course, Heimdall would not be polite to him, and turned to Professor Katenen's room.

two,

Victor was taken aback by the resolute actions of the old man of the Jankulovska family. The reason for the surprise was not Gringotts. Safely locked in the vaults at Gringotts.What surprised him was not this, but the goblin who was in charge of guarding the Jankulovska family's vault was the same goblin who was guarding his personal small vault. The old Mrs. Krum of the curse didn't know the existence of such a thing, in other words, the previous generations including the old lady were kept in the dark.

Facing the sincere eyes of the old man, the rigid face of the guard who kept himself out of the way, and the rock-solid door of the vault, the master felt mixed feelings.

"You said you want to give the things to me?" Victor confirmed more than once, and it was the first time he found himself so verbose.

The old man took the trouble to give an affirmative answer, "You are the only person who has asked me to curse for so many years, and this thing will be entrusted to you for safekeeping from today on."

No matter how you look at it, the old man's expression of relief with tears in his eyes is like a happy expression that a hot potato has finally changed hands.

"I'm not from the Jankulovska family," Victor reminded.

"The ancestors have spoken first. Anyone who comes to inquire about the curse, no matter who they are or what their purpose is, must not intervene to stop it. I am doing what the ancestors said, and I am the spirit in heaven to comfort the ancestors. You don't have to worry that I will be condemned by conscience. .”

To be honest, Victor has not considered such a lofty level.

"Aren't the ancestors of your family afraid that others will use this thing to do bad things, or be detrimental to the Jankulovska family?" Victor asked worriedly.

"Is there a difference?" The old man's eyes were a little understanding. "What you said is not as terrible to our family as the curse itself, so what if it is used or disadvantaged?"

Victor was speechless.

"...Grandma doesn't know about this, does she?" Victor asked.

"So she lived happily," the old man paused. "I used to be very happy."

Victor took a deep breath, and winked at the goblin who was waiting by the side without showing any signs of impatience.The goblin uses the glass-shaded candle lamp in his hand to light the rope on the vault door. The vault door seems to be lit together. The black hole gradually expands in the center of the door until it burns to the four sides. After the flame subsides, a square is left. door opening.

The vault gates designed by the goblins have many colorful forms of expression, responding to the famous slogan: Only you can't think of it, nothing we can't do.

Victor looked back at the old man, who urged, "Go!"

If he hadn't known the details in advance, with his cautious personality, he would probably suspect fraud ahead.

Victor bent down and got into the door opening. The size of the vault symbolized how much the ancestors of the Jankulovska family attached importance to that thing. Normally, it is not necessary to rent a vault as large as an item for placing an item, and there are continuous It has been rented for hundreds of years.

On the bracket facing the door, he saw a wooden box with a very simple appearance and color. The box was not locked, nor was it locked with any spells. Scorched paper.

Just these things? !The master, who had prepared himself mentally in advance, was a little disappointed. The Jankulovska family was tossed about by a few pieces of torn paper for two hundred years?

Victor held out his hand, changed his mind again, closed the lid, picked up the box and walked out of the vault.

"Is it this thing?" Victor opened the lid and asked the old man.

The old man gasped in shock, hurriedly covered his eyes and turned away, as if the black torn pieces of paper in the box were shocking.

"I, I don't know. I haven't seen it with my own eyes. I'm only responsible for keeping this secret." The old man cried out in embarrassment, for fear that the master would not believe it, with a bitter expression on his face.

Victor was once again speechless. Since he was not sure, he was still afraid of being like that, wasn't he already cursed?Is there a superimposed effect?

Seeing the old man bewildered and muttering non-stop, Victor helped the old man with the box and left Gringotts.

three,

Heimdall took the succession list handed over by the director of the Black Magic Creature Research Office and came outside the room of Charms Professor Varina Matviyenko. The bored red hat stuck his finger at the stone wall and played. Heimdall called With a sound, it raised its eyes lazily, and Heimdall looked back blankly.

What do you mean?Password?

The red hat just stared at him straight.Heimdall didn't understand the use of the pocket watch on his waist at first, but he realized it after 1 minute. It turns out that there is a 60-second countdown to enter the password, and if the time is up, he will be attacked by the red hat if he fails to enter the password.

The red hat jumped up with two long claws up and rushed towards him, and was knocked to the ground by Heimdall's big dung egg in an instant.Heimdall's dung egg not only explodes, but also has a certain splash effect. The hat on the top of the red hat is blown off, and the smelly dung is splashed everywhere.The red hat picked up the hat in a daze, no annoyance or resentment could be seen on his face.Since Heimdall lifted the spell that restrained it, it used its size to wait for an opportunity to attack him more than once. The winning rate was zero, and it has not been refreshed so far.

Red Hat has no interest in challenging him at all. This time it is just a routine. Comrade Red Hat is very dedicated, and the guard must have the awareness of a guard.

With a flick of his wand, Heimdall wiped away the disgusting smell and the fecal eggs.

"Is Professor Matviyenko in there?" Heimdall asked.

The red hat ignored him, and mercilessly cut off the maid's copper ring on the door knocker with one paw, and the door opened with a sound.

Heimdall pretended not to see the poor door knocker rolling on the ground, and walked in the door.

In the exquisitely decorated office like a tea room, Professor Matviyenko wept silently holding a silk handkerchief sprayed with perfume.Besides, Little Pepper, Heimdall's old acquaintance, was concentrating on sorting out the charms homework books of all grades, turning a deaf ear to the sobs in his ears.Little Pepper is an assistant appointed by the professor himself—it would be more appropriate to be called a class representative, and somehow the professor is right, and he seems to think highly of her.

The chairman of the Sturluson student union also looked numb to the sob.

"Professor, this is the successor application submitted by the head of the Black Magic Biology Research Office." Heimdall put the parchment on the desk.Professor Matviyenko is the instructor of the Laboratory of Dark Magical Creatures.

Unexpectedly, Professor Matviyenko, who was choked with sobs, suddenly gasped, covered his face with a handkerchief, opened his mouth and wailed loudly.

Heimdall was startled, and immediately changed his words, "Sophie, there is no rush, just read it before the next school year and decide whether to sign it."

Professor Matviyenko was still crying, looking bitter and bitter.

Heimdall walked quickly to Pepper and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"A female classmate of mine named Beja wore a pink A-line skirt when she attended Charms today. We all thought it looked pretty..."

"Does a ten-year-old girl know what it means to be coquettish? She's ashamed to show her butt like that!" Professor Matviyenko had good ears.

"Beja is twelve years old like me, and her skirt is past her knees." Pepper continued to say calmly, "The professor suddenly remembered that she had the same skirt..."

"It's similar, not the same, and it's what I owned first, and that girl learned from me!"

Both Heimdall and Pepper have mastered the skill of turning a deaf ear.

Little Pepper said in a low voice, "It turned out that the professor found that she couldn't fit in that skirt."

The ups and downs of howling and crying exploded in my ears.

Professor Matviyenko complained with red eyes, "My boyfriend introduced me to his friends last weekend, do you know what he said?"

Heimdall shook his head, and Pepper sighed helplessly.

Professor Matviyenko said sadly: "He said I was 50 years old..." After speaking, he burst into tears again.

Heimdall didn't know how to react.

Little Pepper is obviously experienced, she said loudly: "Your boyfriend is only 30, and you are already 60!"

Professor Matviyenko's scream almost overturned the roof, "I am 49 this year!!!"

"You are willing to deceive yourself and others is your business." Little Pepper shrugged nonchalantly.

Heimdall found out that he knew a terrible truth. He wouldn't be murdered by Professor Matvienko, would he?

"Why do you look at me like that?" Professor Matviyenko was obviously out of breath from crying, but he still had time to pay attention to his facial expressions.

Little Pepper bared his white teeth: "My boss is afraid that you will harm him, after all he knows too much."

Heimdall thinks that anyone who knows too much is a Pepper.

Professor Matviyenko snorted coldly and scoffed at this hypothesis.

Heimdall was baffled.

"It doesn't matter if you know, Madam won't mind." Little Pepper comforted Heimdall.

"why?"

"Because you can't be hard on women, why should I worry about you?" Professor Matviyenko said coldly.

This is a discriminating treatment. Professor Matviyenko has always been as cold as winter to female compatriots... Wait, something seems wrong.

After venting, Professor Matviyenko started to get down to business. She picked up the document sent by Heimdall, took a look at it, and asked enthusiastically, "Sturlusson, do you have a good relationship with Professor Lacey? "

"Why do you think so?" Heimdall was puzzled.

"I see you are always walking with him recently."

When did you "always walk with him"?Since Lacey's real identity was revealed to Kattenen, he has been quite content with himself.

What whim does Professor Matviyenko have?Heimdall and Pepper flirted with each other.

"Does Professor Lacey have a girlfriend?" Professor Matviyenko asked directly.

Mr. Chairman realized it immediately.

Patrick Lacey's skin is far from handsome, handsome and other descriptions. He always gives people the feeling of being vulnerable. Professor Brown is really good at acting.

Doesn't Professor Matviyenko like sunny guys?I remember that her current boyfriend is a sunny man who runs a robe shop.

Little Pepper told him with his eyes: the 50-year-old boyfriend who "slandered" the professor is in the past tense, the professor now has a soft spot for the gentle and scholarly type, and the pale paper-like appearance of Professor Lacey is like the lover of his dreams .

Mr. Chairman is silent.

four,

"Sturlusson, please stay."

Heimdall struggled a bit, but stopped.

Someone walked up to him and smiled, "Good morning."

"Good morning, Professor."

Professor Lacey, no, Professor Brown said, "Would you mind coming along?"

"mind."

"Are you going to the greenhouse? Then let's go together."

Verbal rejection doesn't work for Brown.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Brown asked.

"Innocence is not for you," Heimdall said blankly. "Stop asking questions knowingly."

Brown breathed out, "You said Katenen?"

"Otherwise who else? Don't you have confidence in your disguise? You are so omnipotent, it's eye-opening, I thought you'd be kicked out of school."

Brown was silent for a moment, "I agreed to some conditions. What makes me happy is that Katenen is not a stubborn mind."

"I hope he's a deadhead."

"Don't be so unfeeling, you can freely admit that you don't want me, otherwise why didn't you go to Karkaroff to inform me, and chose Katenen instead?"

"Did you take a spoiled potion after you woke up?" Heimdall didn't even bother to argue.

Brown ignored his sarcasm: "Since I promised Katenen, I will definitely do it. I am not a good person. I know this, but I can still do it if I keep my promise."

To be honest, Heimdall didn't think so. He even thought that the British mysterious person might be able to do this, but Brown wanted to put a question mark.

"Tomorrow is the appointment date with the Institute of Dream Alchemy. When are you going to leave?" Brown asked.

Heimdall knew everything about him so well that he could hardly arouse his rebellious psychology.

"Why do you care so much?" Heimdall asked warily.

"I'm going to go with you," Brown said.

Heimdall turned around in silence and walked with his head buried.

"One more question, I'll leave after asking." Brown chased after him.

Heimdall remained silent, clutching his wand tightly.

Brown said, "Do you know what Professor Matvienko means?"

Heimdall slowed down and looked at Brown.

Brown's expression didn't change, even though he was complaining about his troubles, "She keeps winking at me, and she asks the red hat to deliver food, and the number of unexpected encounters is increasing...She calls me Parker..."

"With your IQ, I don't believe you can't see it," Heimdall said.

Mr. Chairman finally got his wish to see Brown change his face.