HP's Foreign Land

one,

According to regulations, the number of mobile vendors allowed to enter each international Quidditch match is strictly limited. However, today, the number of vendors waiting outside the Whooper Swan Quidditch match far exceeds the limit value.The reason is that these hawkers rushed to the Gobstone Grand Prix in Oslo early in the morning with great enthusiasm, but they were shut down. The security guards there made their faces full of anger. We're even less on the scene of the Quidditch World Cup knockout rounds.

The peddler holding the basket dodged in the auditorium for a while, and realized that he was simply entertaining himself. The security guards who were supposed to monitor the scene were collectively blinded, either chatting loosely or dozing off blatantly.The peddlers lifted the alarm and rushed towards the scattered fans in the auditorium. At this time, the noble collective spirit stepped down and bowed together, and they were once again rivals.

A small group of five people sitting together has a bigger goal. Although it is not as powerful as the fan group who came all the way from Egypt, it is more attractive than a group of three or two.Analyzing the loads of the five people's wallets from their clothes at the fastest speed, the peddlers got good data, and their eyes lit up.

The old woman with a flowered turban on her head leaned over quietly, taking the lead among the envious gazes of other vendors.Regardless of the seemingly unorganized and undisciplined hawkers, in order to avoid conflicts that harm others and benefit themselves, they have cultivated a tacit understanding-forbidding malicious competition, that is, not deliberately lowering the price of their own goods to destroy other people's business.

If someone doesn't obey, other peddlers will join forces to keep that person out of all the venues in Helsinki - for the local magic government, there is nothing more worrying than peer supervision.

It is true that the old woman's quickness made her colleagues beat their chests and feet, but everyone just gritted their teeth and cursed, and did not take any action.

Some people cursed and turned to leave, looking for another target;

Fifty years ago there might have been wizards interested.Someone muttered gloatingly.Unfortunately, he was doomed to be disappointed.

The monotonous goods in the old woman's basket did not attract the attention of Rommel, Snow and Victor, and even Mionnier was not interested in their boring packaging, but it moved the miser, Mr. Stuluson a nerve.

He picked up a slender biscuit wrapped in a simple colorful plastic film with great interest. The biscuit was dotted with black dots of different sizes, which looked like dark chocolate. One end of the biscuit was painted with rich chocolate sauce. A cookie looks like a witch's finger.

"How much is this?" Heimdall looked up and asked.

The old woman looked back in a daze, and Heimdall suddenly realized that he couldn't understand the language, so he had to ask the master for help.In the mind of the head of the office, no one can compare to the Weiwei Little Dictionary in terms of interactive communication.

Victor doesn't speak Finnish, but in order to improve his teaching career at the Heideggerach School of Magic, he used his spare time to consolidate some basic Swedish. Fortunately, the old lady can speak and speak Swedish, so let the side Rommel, who was waiting to see the joke with a pipe in his mouth, was extremely disappointed.

Heimdall paid 20 copper knuts. Seeing that he firmly refused her to continue selling other products, the old woman left wisely.

Heimdall couldn't help but look down, "Are witch biscuits so expensive now? It's almost as expensive as a silver Sickle!"

To be honest, Heimdall regretted it, impulsiveness is the devil.

"Do you like witch cookies?" Victor was puzzled. He thought he knew Heimdall's preferences like the back of his hand. Could it be that he took it for granted?

"I just miss it very much." Heimdall said, looking at Snow.

A smile appeared on Snow's face, and at the same time he said a little annoyedly: "You can't blame me, I asked you, and you answered that you didn't know."

"Did I say anything?" Heimdall peeled off the film in a leisurely manner, looked at the biscuit skillfully for a while, and after confirming something, he lightly bit off one end of the biscuit, and the black chocolate paste leaked from the thin gap Gushing out, Heimdall quickly swallowed the biscuit.

Mionnier didn't bother to eat his honey lollipop anymore, he looked at the little papa helplessly, Heimdall let go of his mouth, Mionir opened his mouth cleverly, Heimdall sent the biscuit with chocolate syrup to his son mouth.

Full of joy, Mionier's expression changed from anticipation to bitterness. Yes, witch biscuits are not so delicious. From the whole wheat on the outside to the dark chocolate syrup on the inside, it may satisfy some adult tastes, but for children It's too harsh in the mouth and most importantly it's not sweet enough.

Heimdall stroked Mionir's hair, Baby Millet spat out the biscuit, and hurriedly put the honey lollipop into his mouth to "gargle". The bitter chocolate made Milkman's little face bitter.

Heimdall ate the rest of the biscuit and said to the three men, "The taste has hardly changed."

"Listen to you, have you eaten before?" And have you eaten a lot?Victor analyzed.

"I have. Gummy poop, flea frosting, twig bonbons, fire beetles, and witch biscuits. At that time, it only cost 15 Knuts to sell a five-piece set in the Quidditch pitch. It's not like a witch biscuit costs 20 now." Nat."

Rommel, who doesn't care much about Quidditch and is even more indifferent to Quidditch-related matters, said bluntly, "Just hearing the name makes people lose their appetite."

"I bought Rigg quite a few back then," Snow said.

Rommel gave him a look, which made Snow very unhappy.

"Snow doesn't know what I like to eat. Maybe I kept staring at the flamboyant icing in the peddler's basket, making him think I like it and bought me a lot." Heimdall spoke for Snow.

Since then, Mr. Snow Strulusson has integrated it by himself, thinking that Heimdall is different from ordinary people and likes weird things. Refreshments and toys for any child under the age of ten.Heimdall believed that Snow's inadvertent intervention played a key role in the reason why he was not frightened by the wizarding world.

At that time, Heimdall was reticent and dull, and Snow thought it was because of his personality. It wasn't until he asked to go out to work and arranged his life to be full and busy that Snow believed that he was actually a person who dared to talk to others. The kid who talks to strangers, and isn't that shy.

"I am very grateful to Snow." Heimdall said sincerely.

"I hope this is not ironic." Snow smiled.

"Don't talk like Dad." Heimdall said helplessly.

Except for Rommel, everyone else laughed, including Mionier who didn't know what the adults were laughing at, but followed him silly.

two,

With 10 minutes before the start of the game, only one-third of the seats in the large stadium were filled, and more than half of them were contributed by the fans of the Egyptian national team. The whole stadium echoed their shouts, making Iceland even more It is empty, lonely and cold here, and the embarrassing situation of Quidditch in Northern Europe can be imagined.

"Snow wanted to lure Victor to Iceland. Was he planning to use Victor's fame to cultivate more Quidditch fans for Iceland?" Heimdall asked.

"There is such a plan." Snow said frankly.

"Who is the head coach of Egypt?" Rommel asked suddenly.

Snow said, "Anibal Mendoza."

"Mendoza?" Rommel hesitated. "Not Egyptian?"

"I heard they are Portuguese."

"The Portuguese wizard didn't play for his national team, but went to Egypt?"

"It is said that Mendoza's mother is Egyptian, and he emphasized that he is a proud Egyptian wizard."

Rommel smiled noncommittally, and then couldn't help saying, "Anyway, there is no one around, so it doesn't matter if I smoke."

"There are still children here, and I want to take you out!" Snow said sternly.

Rommel bit his pipe and remained silent.

Victor put the cloak on Heimdall's shoulders, and the latter accepted his kindness helplessly. In fact, he is not cold at all and can use magic to solve problems, but the master doesn't seem to think so, and took the trouble to help him tuck the cloak good.

The yelling from the Egyptian fan group on the opposite side suddenly subsided, and Snow said, "It's about to start."

The lighting in the stadium has changed, it is no longer the same white and shining, and it starts to jump and emit gorgeous neon light.It was not the players of the two teams who played first, but the mascots representing the two national teams.

The sedge elves, who swayed water lily petals to the sky, rushed into the arena giggling, and threw large water lilies to the auditorium. Mionier was hit right by the water lilies that fell from the sky, and the water lilies slapped him upside down on his forehead.The adults laughed in unison, Victor took the water lily off the child's head, Mionir looked around in surprise, a sedge elf flew out of the water lily, circled around Mionier, with a charming fragrance fly away.

To be honest, the appearance of the sedge elf is a bit scary, black like a piece of ebony, I don’t know if it’s hair or tentacles standing up on the head, slender eyes, no nose on the face, only two holes, and the big mouth is covered with fine fangs, but they don't hurt people, and all in all, they don't conform to human aesthetics.The Egyptian wizards are friendly to them and choose them as representatives of their own country. This is the Egyptian wizards' respect for thousands of years of inheritance. The wizards of other countries who lack the influence of this aspect will not buy it so much. There are sudden sounds in the audience. The sedge sprites startled the wizard screaming.

After all the sedge elves gathered in the Egyptian auditorium, the mascot of the Icelandic national team appeared next.

"What did you choose?" Rommel asked.

Snow didn't bother to talk to him.

Before the Icelandic mascot came out, the loud chirping made people couldn’t help but cover their ears. When everyone saw the huge bird flapping its wings and passing overhead, everyone mistakenly thought it was a dragon, but it was not.

"Lake Giant Peng?" Heimdall asked in surprise.

The gigantic torso of the Giant Peng presents a graceful streamlined shape, and its wings flash with charming light, like a flowing galaxy. Its claws have an indestructible texture, and its mouth is extremely hard, as if it can peck open everything. Its eyes are sharp, The flight was methodical, and finally, it landed in the clearing in front of them in Heimdall.Even if it's just an ordinary standing posture, it's full of momentum, making people unable to take their eyes off it.

Mionir couldn't sit still, and wanted to get in close contact with the big bird.

"I'll take him there," Heimdall said to her husband. "Just take this opportunity to go to the bathroom."

"I'll take Mionir to see Lake, and you go to the bathroom by yourself."

Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at Rommel who volunteered. The latter raised an eyebrow and said slowly: "You still need your son to accompany you to the bathroom?"

Heimdall smiled silently, "Then I will trouble you, Dad."

"Do you have your magic mirror with you?" Rommel held Mionir's little hand and called Heimdall.

"I did, what's the matter?" Heimdall asked puzzled.

"I'm afraid you will get lost."

"How did you get lost?!"

"You just 'lost' a while ago."

Heimdall didn't dare to say anything more, he flirted with Victor with a dry smile, then turned and left.

three,

Heimdall successfully found the men's bathroom, and when he came to the door, he heard a strange noise coming from inside, and then the sound stopped abruptly.Heimdall was hesitating whether to push the door open, but the door was pulled open from the inside, and he had a positive contact with the person inside.

More than one person came out, to be precise, there were four people.

Three young wizards accompanied an elderly wizard, who was full of hair and pale, and leaned weakly on one of the wizards, while the other two watched carefully.

Realizing that he was in the way, Heimdall hastily moved out of the way. The old wizard suddenly opened his eyes wide. Heimdall was startled by his fierce stare at him, and at the same time he was a little puzzled.

"I'm sorry, he's not feeling well, please don't mind." One of the nurses may have noticed this fleeting detail, and quickly explained in not-so-fluent English.

They are all wizards from Egypt, wearing black and red Egyptian national team wizard robes, and their facial features have obvious Egyptian characteristics, except that the elderly wizard is a little different.

Heimdall shook his head and said it was okay.

The white-haired old man who seemed unable to speak staggered towards Heimdall, but bumped into the nurse next to him. The thick notepad in the nurse's hand was knocked to the ground, and a delicate notebook fell out of it. bookmarks.The bookmark is made of metal, black and white, imitating the technique of gravel collage, and the workmanship is exquisite. At first glance, it seems to be a human face.

It's a pity that there is no second look. The caregiver who was knocked off quickly picked up the thing and inserted the bookmark back into the notepad.

The nurse looked up at Heimdall, who looked confused.Not knowing why, the nurse breathed a sigh of relief.

This fleeting segment seems unremarkable.

The three nurses helped the wizard who seemed to be struggling to walk away gradually. The look in the eyes of the elderly wizard at the moment he passed by Heimdall was inexplicable. Heimdall carefully recalled the face of the elderly wizard, with a trace of trance Go into the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom, he was almost sure that the white-haired wizard should be the Portuguese head coach Anibal Mendoza who claimed to be Egyptian... Heimdall hesitated for a moment, is that his name?

It seems that you are not seriously ill. Do you work while sick?Really dedicated.

With all kinds of thoughts, Heimdall returned.

four,

Walking halfway, there was another noise. At this time, the game in the stadium had already started. Leaving aside the discordant chaos, the deafening shouts of the Egyptian fans were particularly exciting.

What happened today?Heimdall had a strange premonition, so he quickened his pace.

What surprised him was that the three guards went back and forth, and when they saw him, they stopped in unison.

"Hello, did you see that old wizard with us?" one of the nurses asked anxiously, and the other two also looked anxious.

"No, I didn't see anyone else along the way," Heimdall said.

The few people quickly whispered to each other, and Heimdall didn't understand a word they muttered.

One of the nurses said again, "That elder is Pedro, the head coach of the Egyptian national team..."

Another attendant interrupted abruptly, "Albani Mendoza."

"Yes, it's Coach Mendoza," the nurse who said the wrong thing corrected embarrassingly, "I'm sorry, I was too anxious, it should be Coach Albani Pedro Mendoza, if you see him, Be sure to tell us."

The three guards stared at Heimdall with burning eyes. Heimdall blinked a few times and said with some trepidation: "I really didn't see it, I didn't lie, why should I lie to you? I never lie, Dad told me to be an honest man. But then again, why do you think I lied? We never met before, oh, did we never meet before? If we did, you gotta tell I, I'm so sorry, I'm a person with a bad memory—"

"Thank you!" The three nurses resolutely left before they collapsed, and embarked on their search journey again.

Heimdall watched them leave, then he stood there for half a minute, then slowly walked back to the bathroom, then he squatted down, looking from the gap in the lower half of the door, the single room seemed to be empty.He took out his wand and wandered outside the single room. Captain Xiaoqiang jumped out of his hand, quickly crawled out and disappeared.

Ten seconds later, Heimdall kicked open the door of the last single room. This seems to be a utility room dedicated to storing groceries. Utensils such as brooms and mops are crowded and piled up in the shape of a toilet covered with a floral cloth next to the object.With a wave of Heimdall's wand, the cloth was deeply cut open by an invisible force, and the toilet-shaped object below visibly shook. When Heimdall was about to do it again, the toilet under the cloth shook violently, and then The shape changed in a blink of an eye, and I saw a person sitting on the dirty ground, panting for breath under a floral cloth.

The wand in Heimdall's hand waved again, the calico was lifted, and the gray-haired old man raised his head out of breath.

"Save...help me..." The old man's face was even paler than before.

Heimdall stared at him for a while, and asked under the anxious gaze, "Potion or spell?"

"Potion..."

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it." Heimdall squatted down, and the old man grabbed his hand, leaning against him to finally stand up, and then stumbled towards the wall of the single room.

"Take me out of here!" the old man ordered.

"I don't know you." Heimdall said that he was not a person to be fooled.

"I'm Albani Mendoza!" The old man's face turned slightly rosy with anger.

"so what?"

"I am Mendoza, the head coach of the Egyptian national team!"

"I said, so what?"

The old man's eyes widened in disbelief, "Don't you have any compassion?"

"I see that you are very well now, and you can still yell at me. I guess you won't die in a while."

The old man clutched his chest, looking as if he was about to faint.

Heimdall didn't change his expression, expressing his firm stand.

"You said your name was Albani Mendoza?" Heimdall said. "The wizard of the Egyptian national team seems to be looking for you, I will take you back."

"No!" Mendoza's face twisted, "I can't go back! They want to kill me! Those are bad people. You can't send me back. If you send me back, you are helping the evildoers. Your conscience will be severely punished!"

"I don't know if my conscience will be severely punished, but I am very concerned that your conscience is still dark? Or do you have no conscience at all?"

"What are you talking about!"

"You know what I'm talking about, Albani Mendoza? You almost got it out of your head. It turns out that you've been hiding in Egypt all these years, and even changed your face to live a decent life. Your mother knew you changed her nationality?"

Mendoza's complexion changed drastically, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept dripping down, making him look extremely embarrassed.

Heimdall raised his wand, "Hello, Paulo Pedro Mendoza, the executioner who carried out the massacre in Beja, Portugal, in 1943-1944. By the way, I remember you were very fond of your Gothic blood." Complacent, should I call you Goth Mendoza?"

Mendoza shivered and shrank into a ball, letting the overwhelming despair swallow him up.

He doesn't want to die yet...

He gritted his teeth, and under the cover of his body, his right hand quietly touched his pocket, and the wand pressed against the back of his head in the next second.

"Don't act rashly. You have to know that your arrest warrant has been upgraded to S-level. Do you understand what S-level is? It means that you are allowed to kill before you play."

In fact, Heimdall didn't remember Mendoza's arrest warrant level at all, but he said it casually in order to scare the other party.

Mendoza froze as he had hoped.

"You... who are you?" Mendoza asked unsteadily.

"Those three people you are hiding from are scavengers who specialize in hunting down dark wizards?" Heimdall asked without answering.

Mendoza's heavy breathing was only heard in the narrow space.

But Heimdall knew he was right.

"Who are you?" Mendoza asked again.

"A little clerk at the International Wizengamot," said Heimdall.

"I beg you," Mendoza suddenly crawled and tried to hug Heimdall's leg, but Heimdall dodged it. "Don't let those three people catch me, you take me back to the police force, no matter what kind of trial the International Wizengamot imposes on me, I will have no complaints!"

"Do you still dare to complain? Beja's wizards and Muggles were killed by you willingly?"

Faced with such sarcasm, Mendoza didn't even bat an eyelid, "I am willing to obey all orders from the International Wizengamot, and I can tell you everything I know, including the whereabouts of those people you want to know, I can tell where they are going..."

"Is this the way you chose to atone? To gain freedom by betraying your former companions?"

Mendoza stared at Heimdall intently, Heimdall shook his head at him, and then took a step away from Mendoza's gaze that turned from persistent to terrified, and three black wizard hunters walked out from behind him, condescending like the god of death Looking at the executioner limp on the ground.

"We will take you back to the country, and what awaits you is the verdict from the Portuguese Ministry of Magic."