HP's Foreign Land

one,

The store jointly opened by Heimdall and Peter is located at the west end of the Champagne Bridge. The traffic at the west end is not as dense as the middle section. In the middle of the bridge, there are several old stores with a long history, which have accumulated a lot of word of mouth. There is an endless stream of customers and new entrepreneurs. Only look for a place to stay at the east and west ends.

The name of the store is "Looking for Fun".

At that time, Heimdall was not satisfied with the name, thinking that it was frivolous and not loud enough, and the proposer Peter was full of praise for it.

"It might as well be called 'old friend'!" Heimdall muttered.

Peter rubbed his arms, looking shocked.

Heimdall stared, "Aren't we friends?!"

"Of course it is," Peter dawdled with shame on his face. "But don't say it so bluntly, it's too embarrassing!"

Heimdall was tongue-tied, didn't he have something shady with you... I'm sorry for you? !

All in all, all in all, the name of the store has become today's fun.

The shopkeeper was recommended by Peter. He was a young man in his twenties. Peter called him "Salad Dressing".It is said that this young man has been obsessed with salad dressing since he was a child, and he can't do without eating and drinking. If he wants to drink water, he has to add some water to the cup, so he got this nickname.Salad Sauce is one of Peter's trainee patrolmen. The reason why Peter let him work here is that Salad Sauce, like him, starts to run out of money every month.

Heimdall felt very safe letting the future policeman show him the shop.

As soon as the three of them entered the shop, Salad Sauce straightened up energetically and shouted, "Big Boss!"

According to the amount of money paid, Heimdall is the big boss and Peter is the small boss, but salad dressing has a special name for Peter.

"Hello, how is business these days?" Heimdall asked.

Salad Dressing shook his head, "It's all just for shopping."

"Normal," Heimdall said. "I don't expect to make a lot of money as soon as I open the door. I first let the surrounding residents and tourists who come here get familiar with it, deepen their impressions, and then promote the products in our store step by step."

Salad Dressing said helplessly: "Captain Peter doesn't think so. He comes almost every day, and once he finds that there are no customers in the store, he will be in a hurry."

"I've said everything I need to say. It's useless to be in a hurry to do business. I'll deal with your captain. If he has any problems, you can ask him to come to me."

Salad dressing nodded.

"Is there any novelty in the store? I remember that the British joke store has already delivered products to us." Heimdall looked around the cabinets.

"A lot of things came in." Salad Dressing walked out of the counter excitedly, and saw Victor and Mionier in a blink of an eye.

Heimdall introduced them. Salad Sauce first looked at Victor with wide eyes, and then seemed to think of something, and said to Heimdall: "There are a few sets of remote control toys in the store. Do you want to give them to your children?" One set back?"

"Doing business with me?" Heimdall laughed.

Salad Sauce said without changing his face, "It's also possible to rent a toy, as long as you are willing to pay for the rental fee."

Heimdall asked in surprise, "Did you come up with the lease idea?"

Salad Sauce carefully observed his face, "Isn't it possible?"

"It's a good idea. Do you have a regulation for the specific implementation? For example, how to calculate the rent? How to compensate if the things are damaged to varying degrees when they are returned? Can all goods be borrowed? After some valuable goods are loaned out, you are sure. Can things come back smoothly?"

Salad Dressing swallowed, "Honestly, I never thought about it, the idea of ​​renting out just flashed through my mind just as a joke, but from what you said, the operation seems to be more complicated than imagined. "

Heimdall said with some reluctance: "Actually, I don't really want to rent out, it's more troublesome than buying and selling." Seeing that the salad dressing was a little disappointed, he thought for a while and said, "Maybe we can open up a rental unit specifically for Make a list, set up a cabinet, and publicly display the products that can be rented out, or you can think of a specific operation method, and we will try it for a month."

Salad dressing is eager to try, "Have someone design a striking signboard and hang it outside to promote this business, what do you think?"

Heimdall gave him a thumbs up for his inference, "Don't be too busy, give my son a remote control plane, no, a small train, is there an electric train that can splice tracks?"

Salad Dressing quickly cleared a table, waved his wand deftly, and spliced ​​together a pair of rails. The red locomotive hummed and groaned over mountains and mountains on the rails, and the signal lights on the rails flickered from time to time. Mionier really liked it very much and made a fuss. Circling around the railroad track, running with the train, mouth screaming like a train whistle.

Victor looked at the lifelike locomotive with interest, and the letters that made up "Hogwarts" were pasted on it. Heimdall also found that this locomotive was very similar to the Hogwarts Express.

"These are coming in from the UK, and the joke shop is coming in too, we're a batch," said Salad Dressing.

The hairball that had been in Mionier's pocket for a long time finally couldn't help poking its head out, staring at the electric train intently, it squeezed out of the pocket, jumped onto the rails, and jumped onto the locomotive, standing on top of the locomotive, covered all over The hair fluttered coquettishly with the advance of the front of the car, and the hair ball shook its hair feeling good about itself.

On the other side, Heimdall, accompanied by Salad Sauce, was inspecting the new products in the store. When he saw Salad Sauce holding out a three-dimensional model with a look of surprise, he suddenly shouted in a dazed voice, "... Hepzibah Smith!"

Salad Dressing asked with puzzled eyes, but was perfunctory by Heimdall who had regained his senses.

The couple took the child back to the blue velvet hut, and helped Mionier assemble the rails and install the train in his room, and played with Xiaomi who was still full of enthusiasm for a while, until the child couldn't support himself and climbed into the small bed for a nap , they left the child's room and came to the living room.

The house-elf placed the newspaper that Victor was reading regularly on the coffee table in advance, but Victor did not flip through it as usual. He put his arms around Heimdall's shoulders, looked at the other's face, and said affirmatively, "You have mind."

Heimdall stopped thinking and rubbed between his eyebrows, "When I was 'having fun', I recalled a person's name because of a model of human internal organs."

Victor frowned for a moment, "Hepzibah Smith?"

"Yes," said Heimdall. "When we heard the name in the second-hand goods exchange shop, I felt very familiar, but I couldn't think of the slightest clue about the name until the model of internal organs appeared in front of me."

"Have you seen Mrs. Hepzibah Smith?" asked Victor.

"Unfortunately not. The lady was an old lady nearly half a century ago. Although it is not good to say that, most wizards will not be like Lao Caipi, or more exaggeratedly, like Professor Golden." Never die'." Heim Dalton paused. "I've seen that name, more than once."

"Where do you think you saw it?" Victor let him lean into his arms.

Heimdall nodded, "Bojin-Bork Store."

An hour later, Olar flew out of the window with the owner's handwritten letter.

two,

Heimdall rushed back to school on Sunday night, and Mionier gradually adapted to the rhythm as the little papa expected at first. He was held in the arms of the big papa, pouting and waving his little hands reluctantly, no longer because of separation. And howling.To be honest, the little papa who turned around and left was still deeply disappointed.

He found Palme in the goblin hotel in Kapok Ancient Town. The house that the master rented before was now rented by Palme. According to Coach Palme, it is more convenient to live in Kapok Town.To Heimdall's surprise, he also ran into August at the Goblin Hotel. When he entered, the two were drinking and chatting at the small kitchen table, and they seemed to get along quite well.

"What are you talking about?" Heimdall sat down at the table.

Palme's kettle automatically flew up to pour tea into an empty teacup, and Heimdall stopped him when the sugar clip caught a piece of sugar.

"We're talking about the school team." Palme and August exchanged glances.

"Still talking about work on weekends? I'm glad you are so dedicated." Heimdall took the cup and said jokingly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't hurry up, no matter the school team or the substitute school team." August said.

Palme asked, "What's up with that Maroney? Klum was the starting hitter when he was coach?"

Heimdall shook his head, "Maroni didn't join the school team when he was in the second grade. He joined after Fangtana became the captain, and he was immediately promoted to the regular selection."

"What is Professor Feiman doing?" Palme asked puzzled.The good school team has been tossed into the current state, and Fayman, as the coach, cannot absolve himself of the blame.

Professor Fayman was the former coach of the Durmstrang school team, and Palme took his place.

"Professor Fayman doesn't care about anything. Rather than saying that he is a coach, it is better to say that he is just a symbol on the attendance list. Except for class, he usually keeps his ears to the outside world and doesn't have much interaction with other professors. He His class is only required for the first grade, so he doesn’t have a deep relationship with the students. Some students call him the ghost teacher behind his back, but he is completely different in class, rigorous and serious, and his eyes are like a torch.” Heimdall said.

"Fayman was able to stay and teach in the German school safely and soundly?" Palme felt inconceivable.

"Don't underestimate Professor Feimann," Heimdall said inscrutablely. "Professor Fayman has experienced great battles. He is the only surviving wizard of the German school who is contemporary with the former headmaster Ferdinand."

Palme raised his eyebrows. "I see," he continued, "Can I replace Maroney? I suspect he can't even catch the substitute school team's ball."

"Don't compare our backup school team to that stuff." August felt particularly insulted.

"Sorry." Palme apologized smoothly, then looked at Heimdall expectantly.

"Of course, you are welcome, you are the coach."

Palme added: "I want to change the captain by the way. Every time I talk to him, I have a strong desire to clench my fist."

"I think it's feasible. If you don't replace the captain, Maroney won't be able to step down and bow as you expected for a while."

Palme said with great interest: "Your words are quite intriguing."

Heimdall asked calmly, "What did I say?"

August suddenly said: "Stulusson, will the school team of this school year still attend the Southern European Tournament in two weeks' time?"

The Southern European Tour is the longest competition that the Durmstrang school team has participated in. I think that when Heimdall was in the first grade, he saw the grand occasion of the old school team going to Southern Europe. At that time, Karkaroff led the team , It can be said that there are many good news and high spirits.

"The invitation letter for the Southern European Tour is still in my hand, and I'm still hesitating whether to be invited or not," Heimdall looked at Palme. "Do you think the school team is capable of competing? It wouldn't be too embarrassing to go, right? Last year, the school team lost three out of six games. At that time, the school team wasn't all the sixth graders now. I don't know what results I got on the date this year. Nothing at all."

Palme doesn't like the school team going out to play games, "My suggestion is not to go, and the basic training is solid. Besides, their physical strength is worrying. They can't last for three hours. This is still a snow-free climate. Now, Quidditch will not be suspended or delayed due to climate change."

"I want to fight for a spot for our substitute school team." August's request surprised Heimdall.

"The substitute school team can go out to compete?!"

"That's not the case, can you let the school over there accommodate and get a spot for the substitute school team. We don't care about the competition, we just want to give those girls a chance to see the strength of other schools." August said.

The substitute school team is only in the first grade now, and the schoolwork is not busy. August's proposal may be feasible.

Heimdall agreed, "I'll write to ask." Then he said, "What are you going to do with the former goalkeeper of the school team? Have you absorbed him into the substitute school team?"

"Even if I didn't agree, he would come here by himself. He got along with the team members in half a day, and his hands and feet are still very diligent. It doesn't seem to matter whether I agree or not." August's expression was somewhat depressed.

Heimdall and Palme couldn't help sniggering.

August quickly drank the wine in the glass, stood up and said, "I'll go back first, thank you for the wine, it tastes good, I will treat you next time."

After Palme sent August away and returned to the kitchen table, he asked Heimdall enthusiastically, "Does Captain August have a boyfriend?"

Palme followed Heimdall and privately called August "captain".

"Why do you say that you are a boyfriend? Maybe someone has a girlfriend?" Heimdall seemed to have guessed what he meant.

Palme said shyly, "Intuition."

Heimdall hesitated, "I thought you liked skinny and beautiful boys, such as Robert Maroni's type..."

Palme's former sweetheart, Solger, is far from being burly. Carter, the American admirer, is a powerless scholar, even if he is not weak. August is tall when viewed horizontally and vertically The men's model is the type that Mr. Chairman likes more.

"Who said I like weak and beautiful boys?! When I see each other, I don't care about whether they are beautiful or not!" Palme thought that Heimdall was too arbitrary. "I didn't even take a fancy to you, this is the best proof!"

Heimdall touched his nose, not knowing whether he should thank him for praising his appearance, or refute loudly that he was not weak at all... The director touched his belly again, but he didn't feel any sensation related to abdominal muscles, so he decided not to follow him for the time being. He cares.

"I heard Duncan say...Duncan, you know, the goalkeeper of the German school's old school team, and the next popular candidate for the French Mr. Magic."

"I've heard of it, you go on."

"This is what Duncan said. I haven't confirmed it, and I don't know how to confirm it. Captain August is probably bisexual. He has had a girlfriend before, and he doesn't reject finding a boyfriend."

Palme was discouraged and waved his hand, "Forget it."

"What's the matter? Are bisexuals impotent? Are you afraid you won't be able to compete with women?"

"Yes," Palme nodded generously. "Too insecure." A thankful and insensitive look.

For Palme, who has paid for many years without getting the slightest return, he will be more sensitive and truer than others in handling love relationships.

"Captain August has no one around at the moment, let it be." Heimdall sincerely hopes that Palme can find a partner who is like him.

three,

On Wednesday afternoon, Heimdall appeared on a street in Dublin, Ireland, wearing a cloak that completely conceals his entire head.He had no intention of admiring the magnificent scenery of Dublin, and buried his head into an alley lined with tall earthy-yellow brick buildings. He looked around vigilantly and knocked on a door.

Someone opened the door, revealing a gap, watching him cautiously in the depths of the darkness, and he quickly said the code.The person behind the door slammed the door and urged, "Come in!" He seemed to think that Heimdall was not quick enough, so he stretched out his hand and dragged him in, then quickly looked around and closed the door.

Heimdall, who took off his cloak and hat, met the overjoyed Sirius Black.

The two hugged.

"You shouldn't have come." Sirius suppressed his joy and scowled.

"I can swear to Merlin that if something happens, I will hide behind you as soon as possible." Heimdall promised solemnly.

Sirius led him into the room with a smile on his face. Professor Snape stood in front of a window, staring out of the window. Hearing their footsteps, he turned around, and his piercing eyes quickly passed over their faces.

"I was going to explain why this person is here. After all, your letter was only sent to me. I don't think you need me to do anything more." Snape's tone was as easy to offend as ever.

Sirius showed a patient expression, after all, he didn't immediately jump up to confront him. Over the past few years, he has gradually mastered what he couldn't master when he was young-restraint.

"Professor, don't you want a hug?" When Heimdall said this, he walked straight up and hugged him.

Snape hugged back a little stiffly, and the professor still had difficulty adapting to physical touch.

Heimdall wanted to hit him on the face, but the other party's face made him dismiss the idea.

After they finished greeting each other, Sirius let the horse back, "I can explain about the letter. I swear to Merlin that it was opened by mistake."

"The great Mr. Black can't read?" Snape sneered.

Sirius was about to erupt, caught a glimpse of Heimdall's bewildered expression, gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to squirt back—in fact, he really couldn't accuse Snape of spitting blood, so he said in a condescending tone: "When In Rigg's face, I decided to put up with you."

The veins on Snape's forehead stood out.

The two men turned their faces away at the same time, and after suppressing their emotions, they looked at Heimdall again.

Snape said: "You made it very clear in your letter, and your concerns are very reasonable. I'm glad you didn't walk into Knockturn Alley unprepared, where the Dark Lord has already been included in the sphere of influence. Death Eaters often haunt."

"The two bosses of the Bojin-Bock store are very suspicious people. I was afraid that asking others to convey it on my behalf would be counterproductive, so I planned to go there myself." Heimdall said. "Is there any way you can get me into that street without getting targeted by the Death Eaters? Hope it doesn't get you into trouble."

"Easy, put on Death Eater robes," Snape reminded. "You've had great success playing Derek Kenny in Ireland."

four,

Sirius was left in Dublin to respond, although he was reluctant, the Death Eaters regarded him as the highest intelligence that could win the Dark Lord, and they scrambled to encircle and hunt him down. Reese could not act rashly, let alone rampage on the Dark Lord's territory.

They were stopped by a group of Death Eaters outside Knockturn Alley. The leader of the group of Death Eaters recognized the expressionless Snape, and turned from arrogant to submissive in an instant.They arrived at Knockturn Alley without much trouble.

"Is the ground snake still here?" Heimdall asked in a low voice.

"The reason why the Dark Lord could easily take Knockturn Alley into his territory is because the wizards entrenched here disappeared overnight. This incident annoyed the Dark Lord. He originally wanted to win over the group of people. Come to your side." Snape finished and stopped.

"The local snakes have joined the confrontation camp?" Heimdall didn't mention any words related to the "Order of the Phoenix" because it was unsafe.

"No, Dumbledore doesn't know where they went, but the movement of this group of people is no longer the point."

As long as he didn't join Dumbledore's side, the Dark Lord wouldn't hate the group of "rabble" who didn't know how to praise them too much. The safety of local snakes was more guaranteed than that of members of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Here we are," Snape said.

The gate of Borgin-Bock store was close at hand, and Heimdall was a little dazed looking at the crooked signboard.

There was a "Welcome" sign on the door, but the door was closed, and there was no one in the dark.

Snape knocked on the glass on the door, making a loud noise, but the door was still silent.

"Are you sure Bock will be here today?" Snape asked.

"I wrote a letter." To be honest, Heimdall was not very sure.

Snape flicked his wand swiftly, sparks popped from the door lock, and the door panel snapped open.

Bock stuck his head out from behind the counter and boldly yelled, "We are closed today! Get out of here, or I'll be rude to you!" Seeing the two of them dressed in pitch black, he almost fainted, and Merlin's beard , Death Eaters? !

The door closed behind Snape, the professor waved his wand again, and the collapsed lock was instantly repaired and re-locked.

"What are you going to do?!" Bok asked with a trembling voice, grabbing the edge of the counter.

Heimdall lit up the lumos, and at the same time lit up the face under the cloak.

"It's me, Mr. Bork, Rigg."

Bock froze, "...Oh, my Merlin, Rigg?"

"Yes, Rigg."

Bock hesitated for a moment, then quickly left the counter, turned to Heimdall, looked him up and down, and asked worriedly, "Is it really Rigg?"

"I know I don't look like Rieger now, but I am indeed Rieger." After Heimdall finished speaking, seeing that Bock was still dubious, he said, "Olar is alright, is Nannan alright? "

"It's really Rigg!" Bock hugged him in relief.

"Hello, Mr. Bock." Heimdall smiled and put his arms around the old man's shoulders.

Fives,

"Hepzibah Smith?" Bork suddenly became a little secretive.

Heimdall came to the glass cabinet facing the store door. There was a sapphire blue bracket on the second floor of the glass cabinet, and a glass cover squatted on the bracket. Inside the cover was a crystal carved The heart of the heart is covered with densely packed small rubies, which looks a little creepy, but also very attractive.The bronze plaque on the bracket, fogged with time, read: Mrs. Hepzibah Smith on consignment, price negotiable.

"She used to be a regular customer in the store?" Heimdall asked. "Do you still have an impression of her?"

It seemed like a long time before Bok nodded slowly.

"She was a generous guest and was quite popular on the street because she was rich."

"She's gone, isn't she?" Heimdall said.

"It's gone. It was a big deal in the wizarding world at the time."

Heimdall asked vigilantly, "Didn't Mrs. Smith die a natural death?"

Bok had a strange expression, "She was poisoned to death."

"Has the murderer been caught?"

"Her house-elf."

Heimdall was speechless, the answer was shocking.

"How is it possible?!" Give the house-elves a hundred guts, they wouldn't murder their masters, probably wouldn't even dare to think about it.

"The house-elf was a fool and poured poison in the food by mistake."

"...It's unimaginable." Heimdall muttered.

"Can you find the name of the goods consigned by Mrs. Smith here? After 1950." Heimdall asked expectantly.

"I can only give you after 1970," Bock said.

"why?"

"Because of fear of being involved, it has been destroyed, right?" Snape, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly.

Bock glanced at him and nodded unwillingly.

"What do you mean?" Heimdall asked puzzled.

Mr. Bock said embarrassingly: "Bokin-Bock's business was very good for a period of time. We hired a clerk who was very good at attracting customers. He was articulate and quick-witted. Consignment to our store, among them Hepzibah Smith."

"Who is that person?"

"Mystery man."

"...That is to say, the records before 1970 were all made by the mysterious person. After he fell, you were afraid of being implicated, so you destroyed those records?"

"People in our business can only be cautious and cautious." Bock said helplessly.

Heimdall didn't expect such a result. After thinking about it, he asked, "Has Mrs. Hepzibah Smith consigned ancient books here? Or scraps of ancient books?"

"Is that kind of thing worth consignment?" Bork looked disgusted.

Heimdall thought there was nothing wrong with this; Snape's face was clearly written: vulgar, but the professor's face was covered by the cloak and hat, so there was no hatred.

Silence prevailed in the store.

Director Stulusson suddenly came up with a stroke of genius, "Did I perform better when I was in the store, or when the mysterious man was there?"

Both the professor and Bok got stuck in their minds.

After Bo Ke recovered, he said amusedly, "There is no comparison. You work part-time and he works full-time."

This answer disappointed the head of the department.