HP's Foreign Land

one,

After they waited under the eaves for half an hour, Ron asked cautiously, "What are we waiting for?"

Another agent of the international police force who was in charge of the sentry was a bald man with a bit of a fierce look. He turned his head and glanced at Ron. He probably didn't expect that someone would go out on a mission without knowing anything.The big man's expression didn't change, but in the eyes of Ron, a novice who participated in the operation for the first time, he seemed to be stared at by a fierce beast. Ron shrunk his shoulders and leaned towards Heimdall.

Heimdall is not too surprised by Ron's shock. This baby has been with the Order of the Phoenix several times in the wind and rain, but the Auror's action mode is different from the international police force, focusing on individual combat rather than group cooperation. ——Beginning from the Auror's work object, it is inevitable to be tense in an unfamiliar environment.

Heimdall smiled at the big man, who turned his head indifferently and continued to watch, as if he didn't care if his companion was still panting.

Ron thought he had asked a question that he could not ask, and was hesitating. Heimdall whispered in his ear, "Didn't Peter tell you anything before?"

Ron shook his head blankly.

Heimdall laughed silently, and Peter Boys said that he wanted Ron to follow him to get promoted and get rich, but he finally forgot about it. Looking at Ron's state, it was really not suitable for him to follow Peter, and that was the highlight of the mission.

"Let's stand still for now, and wait until Peter succeeds in his attack, and then it will be our turn." Heimdall briefly introduced.

"Is this operation related to the owner of the Eilah Owl Shop?" asked Ron.

Heimdall's heart moved, but his face remained calm, "Why do you say that?"

"You keep meeting at the owl shop, I thought it had something to do with the owner."

"Good insight."

Ron was about to be proud, but Heimdall said again, "But I guessed wrong, today's mission is related to Ollivander's wand shop."

"Could it be... the old man Ollivander?" Ron hesitated.

Heimdall smiled and patted Ron on the shoulder, "Do well, I'm optimistic about you~"

Ron beamed.

"It's our turn." The bald man's cold voice sounded.

Ron couldn't help shivering. He raised his wand as Heimdall did, and pulled his cloak hat over his face.

The members of the action team quickly gathered around the big man. The big man looked around and silently drew a strange dark silver symbol in front of him. The symbol flashed in everyone's eyes for less than a second, and then disappeared without a trace. dazzled.

The bald man said in German: "Action!"

The black cloak that surrounded the surroundings was instantly hidden in the darkness, blending with the pitch-black night, silently, like smoke and mist.

It seemed that he was the only one left in the world, and Ron was a little at a loss for a while.

"Follow me." Heimdall's voice came from beside him, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief, following behind the looming figure, he adjusted his breathing and tried to coordinate himself with the environment.

"Do you remember that symbol?" Heimdall asked in the dark, and after receiving Ron's affirmative answer, he continued: "That is a contact code, and it is only used when it is absolutely necessary. We only need to identify .”

Ron kept Heimdall's instructions in mind.

Heimdall had a new appreciation for his mental quality.

A house appeared in front of it, no, it was a group of houses, and the vague outline could roughly identify a village.

Muggle village?

The glass windows of each house are lit with lights, bright and dark, like the lights on a Christmas tree.At this moment, Ron was fascinated. He saw the Weasley family's burrow from the warm orange light, and there were layers of crumbling but colorful shabby buildings.Since the Burrow was attacked, they never went back for safety reasons, and Merlin knew how much he missed that dilapidated house in the eyes of others.

Ron couldn't help but walk towards the vague but clearly visible warmth. His eyes were misty, and the scene in front of him gradually became blurred. The door of the Burrow was in front of him, and he slowly stretched out his hand...

A slap was slammed on Ron's back, and Ron's mechanical movements like a puppet on a string came to an abrupt end, and his whole body trembled violently. He turned around with eyes full of confusion, under Heimdall's perceptive gaze Blink hard.

"What's wrong with me?" Ron asked.

"It's nothing, the magical animals around here are not very friendly, you were controlled by the Cornish elves just now," Heimdall said.

"Cornwall... Mischievous elf?" Ron suddenly realized, and then muttered. "I thought they only bite."

In the second grade, Professor Lockhart, who was very eager to express himself, gave the students an impressive Defense Against the Dark Arts class in order to show his unique and outstanding strength. It is still not very pleasant to recall.

"Don't get lost, it's because you can't see them, and when you meet them one day, your wish will come true," Heimdall comforted.

Ron rolled his eyes. When he was with Rigg, he was always the one who was teased. This feeling was completely different from when Harry was with him. How should I put it, Rigg is like a combination of Hermione and Harry , the strange thing is that it will not cause the slightest pressure on Ron, maybe because Rigg is different from ordinary wizard children since he was a child, and his starting point in Ron's heart is extraordinary, so no matter how good Rigg is, he will not arouse Ron's negative emotions , but take it for granted...

Ron shook his head and said with a smile, "But thanks, buddy."

If Heimdall hadn't woken him up in time, it's really hard to say what will happen next, the only thing that is certain is that it will affect the next action.

But Ron was puzzled by Heimdall's answer: "No, you did a good job."

"What do you mean?"

"Through your performance, we have new evidence."

Ron was puzzled, could it be a good thing to be controlled by the Cornish elves?

"It's not Cornish elf habitat, and there's no possibility of habitat shifting," Heimdall said.

Ron understood, "Artificial?"

The two stood by a light-transmitting glass window. The Muggles in the house knew nothing about what happened outside the house. They sat in a clean and comfortable restaurant illuminated by lights, eating, drinking and chatting. Laughing and laughing, in the dark depths separated by a wall, wizards who are both good and evil are in full swing for their respective goals, racing against time, and playing hide-and-seek with death.

"Before today's operation, I paid attention to the local newspapers and media. There have been no cases of missing children recently, and the local police have not received any reports of missing family members." Heimdall's statement confirmed Ron's guess. "The Cornish elves don't care whether they are wizards or Muggles when they play pranks. I don't believe that after a few years, they have evolved special skills only for wizards."

Ron nodded deeply, and then asked again, "Why are you okay? Is this also the training result of the International Police Force?"

"No, I have a secret weapon." Heimdall smiled slightly, the orange light shone on his side face, and the outline of his face against the dark background showed a little mystery for no reason.

The International Police Force does have relevant training, but Heimdall is not their official trainee after all, and the original training content is also different.

Ron, who didn't know the ins and outs, was successfully fooled and didn't ask any more questions.

From an angle that Ron couldn't see, a small head came out of Heimdall's cloak hat, and the little thing's eyes moved flexibly. It looked at Ron and laughed, very malicious, and was thinking Do something to let the other party taste his strength, and Heimdall's finger pushes it back in the next second.

The little thing dared not speak out, and hid in his cloak and hat in a dispirited manner.

It was the lost elf Pixie who followed Heimdall from the "International Conference of Magic Learning Organizations" to Durmstrang. Heimdall borrowed help from Durmstrang just in case.With the lost elf clearing the way, the tricks of the mischievous elf didn't work on Heimdall at all.

Lost elves are gentler than mischievous elves in nature, and are slightly less cruel to humans. However, in terms of individual combat ability, Cornish elves are not as good as Pixie, who advocates using individual skills to fascinate humans. North, as soon as the former came out in droves, won by overwhelming numbers.

"Here, it should be here." Heimdall stopped.

Ron looked up and saw a stone door that didn't look very friendly. There were four stone steps in front of the door. On both sides of the stone door stood a nocturnal beast with wings and claws, with a ferocious face.

These things stand so abruptly in the village, and the style of painting obviously does not match the wildness of the surrounding countryside.

"Can't see the Muggles in the village?" Ron murmured, his gloomy style could be related to black magic and dark wizards at first glance.

"Muggles see slightly differently than wizards do, but not too much," Heimdall said. "This village is a well-known wizard village."

"Muggles know wizards?" Ron was taken aback. Isn't that a secret?

"Most Muggles don't believe that there are wizards in the world, but it doesn't conflict with them using wizards' gimmicks to make money. There have been legends about witches haunting the village since ancient times. There are two stone statues on this stone slab we saw One of the local tourist attractions, a relatively fixed stop on the tourist route.”

Ron frowned, "They don't believe in wizards, but they are willing to pay to come here to see something they don't believe in?"

Heimdall shrugged, "Not everyone who walks into a church believes in God."

Ron still felt weird.

"You watch for me, I will open the stone door." Heimdall said.

"Can you open the door?" Ron asked.

"This is the task of our group. Peter and the others are responsible for distracting the guards and rescuing the trapped people. We are responsible for buying bottoms."

No wonder there were no obstacles along the way. It turned out that this was just a slap in the face.They are not responsible for saving people, does that mean their mission is not the main event?

Before Ron could finish making up his mind, the stone door shook and moved aside in a blink of an eye.

"You're really good!" Ron praised Heimdall's quickness.

Heimdall warily pulled Ron back three steps, raised his wand, "I didn't do anything."

Ron was taken aback for a moment, that is to say...

A biting cold wind gushed out of the gradually expanding door opening, accompanied by a strange howling sound. The sudden drop in temperature was extremely inconsistent with the local temperature. The stone steps closest to the door were immediately covered with a layer of frost, and then made people chatter their teeth. Things flew out of it.

Dementors? !Ron was shocked.

"No wonder the survey showed that most of the dementors in the UK disappeared overnight. It turned out that they had changed bosses and served as watchdogs for the mysterious man."

Ron admired him to death, but Rigg still had the leisure to complain about the dementor's job-hopping? !

"Ron, come on, I'll leave it to you!" Heimdall waved his hand.

Ron staggered and knelt down for him.

two,

Ollivander thought he was still dreaming until he met Dumbledore, who waited patiently for him to digest it all.

"Professor Dumbledore?" The old man's silver eyes moved.

"It's me." Dumbledore couldn't count how many times he had answered that.

"So I'm safe?" Ollivander asked in a daze.

"temporary."

Ollivander frowned.

Dumbledore said: "Who can guarantee what will happen in the next second?"

Ollivander shook his head, "It's a good thing to be cautious, too cautious will affect walking."

"Can we sit down?" Dumbledore stretched out his hand in a good-natured manner.

Only then did Ollivander realize that he had been standing after entering the room, and Dumbledore accompanied him as a punishment.

The two sat down.

The candles in the wall lamp flickered, and the shadows of the objects in the room also swayed slightly. Ollivander felt a little more realistic.

"I don't seem to have thanked you all the time." Ollivander suddenly said seriously.

"We are just providing clues. This operation was completed by the international police force. You applied for protection from them, didn't you?"

"Oh, that's right," Ollivander finally regained his sanity and muttered, "It was a young man who lifted me out of the cage. At first I thought they had finally run out of patience and decided to take me out of the cage." My life..."

Dumbledore remained calm and didn't try to inquire, although Ollivander's soliloquies sounded a little thrilling.

"If that's the case, why am I here?" The old man was puzzled. Could it be that the international police force only cares about saving people, but doesn't care about watching them?

"It was my request, the benefit of providing them with clues." Dumbledore did not hide his intention.

"What do you want to know? To be honest, I only met that person once after I was captured by them. Afterwards, they kept me locked up. If it wasn't for the regular provision of food every day, I thought they had forgotten me."

"Want tea?" Dumbledore moved his fingers, and the copper cast kettle flew up from the fireplace, pouring hot water into the teapot that opened the lid automatically.

"Okay, thank you." Ollivander said kindly.

Dumbledore waited graciously for Ollivander to finish half a cup of hot tea, and then said, "Is it for the Elder Wand?"

"What else could it be?" Ollivander was not surprised at all. He said this to himself without any preconditions. Who told the other party to be Albus Dumbledore.

"He thought the Elder Wand was in your hand?"

"When I met him I tried to convince him that I didn't have the Elder Wand, but he obviously decided that I was hiding something. He thought I knew the exact location of the wand. In order to save my old life, I didn't forcefully contradict him. Thanks to my ancestors, this kind of 'weakness' made me survive." This experience of Ollivander is really a disaster, the mysterious person is suspicious by nature, but everything that is certain will not be changed easily, Ollivander is often tossed Fortunately, the mysterious person was afraid that he would be tortured madly, so he completely cut off the clues. Veritaserum, Inspirit, Cruciatus, etc. were merciful... Ollivander did not intend to thank him, but only hoped that Merlin quickly appeared and took the evildoer away.

"...There is one more thing he cares about." Ollivander sighed. "It's about Harry Potter, and their wands are twin wands, and he's pissed at that." He's had a hard time with that.

Speaking of this, Ollivander is really wronged. How did he know that the mysterious man would eventually become the big devil? If he had the prophecy ability like Cassandra, he would have decisively closed the door to thank guests.

Dumbledore patted the arm of the chair, "So he's desperate for a new wand—the Elder Wand."

"The Elder Wand is not a good thing." The Elder Wand only believes in its power, not the conditions of use of its favorite master, which makes Ollivander, who is a master wand maker, particularly taboo.The Elder Wand will easily abandon its master and choose the stronger side. This is a monster at all, and its temperament is consistent with that monster.

Dumbledore smiled, and Ollivander cleared his throat uncomfortably, just like a young wizard who is not familiar with the world would be interested in black magic out of curiosity, and Ollivander was no exception. He was young Shi is equally fascinated by the Elder Wand.

Legends such as "Death's Masterpiece" especially made him want to stop. Ollivander did a lot of secret research in the second period of middle school, avoiding the eyes of his parents' surveillance, and thought it was cool.

Ollivander was fortunate enough to get the manuscript of Antioch, one of the three Peverell brothers, many years ago. From this, he got a glimpse of Antioch's method of making the Elder Wand, and found out some ways. Unfortunately, The manuscript is incomplete, but the ones in hand are enough to make Ollivander realize how terrible the Elder Wand is in the future.

Dumbledore didn't ask any more questions, and the atmosphere in the room became silent again.Ollivander guessed that he might depend on the other party for his future safety, so he didn't ask too much, and sat obediently.

Ollivander wandered for a while, and suddenly said: "I tried to imitate Antioch's method to make my own Elder Wand, but in the end it didn't work. No, it should be said that it didn't become the expected second Elder Wand. So I'm disappointed."

Dumbledore became interested, "What happened next?"

"Later? I wandered around in front of the fireplace with that wand several times, but in the end I was still reluctant to throw it in. Later, she was placed in the wand shop by me, serving as a window display for several years." Speaking of this, the old man laughed. Woke up, as if reminiscing about a pleasant episode.

"So the fake Elder Wand is still there?" asked Dumbledore.

"It's been there, there have been a few twists and turns, and I've been involved in the restoration, and now she's not just a mere Elder Wand knockoff. She's been given new life and a new light, and I'm not bragging, in my eyes she's better at The perfidious Elder Wand is much cuter."

"Repair? You sold that wand?"

"It is said that the god of death made the Elder Wand from the elderberry by the river, 15 inches long, and the core of the wand is the tail feather of thestral."

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed.

"My lovely imitation is a staff of applewood, twelve inches long, with the heart chords of a Thestral core, owned by Heimdall Strulusson."

At the same time, in the secret underground base somewhere in Scotland, Ron, who was brave enough to face the difficulties, gradually mastered the skill of exorcising the dementors. God drove out the style, the level, and the new realm. They passed all the way and advanced to the deepest part of the base without any danger.

Heimdall was really relieved that Ron was dealing with hordes of dementors alone, beating around in a small space, and his movements and expressions were a little inexplicably wretched under the reflection of the magic light... …

Looking at the dementors running away, Ron excitedly turned his head to seek praise, only to find that his partner had opened a wall at some point and was swiftly moving gold into a pocket. Ron blinked hard, That's right, it's moving gold. There may be a hidden vault behind the wall. From a distance, Ron can still make out the gleaming outlines from the not-so-bright light. Besides gold, there are many other valuable things. Son.

A few gold coins fell on the ground between his fingers, and rolled to Ron's feet. Ron was distracted and almost touched his face by a dementor. He quickly got up to deal with the number one enemy. ——

"My gold!!!"

With a few swishes, the gold coin was pulled back by the spell cast by the legendary fake Elder Wand, but still failed to escape the fate of moving.A few dementors who didn't have long eyes and took advantage of the situation, were chased by the Patronus released by Heimdall, and the shadows were blurred. They were even more vicious than the dementors. .Someone who was busy picking up gold did not forget to lower his voice and stay vigilant while expressing his true feelings. It was really hard work.

Ron: "..."

What the hell are they here for?

three,

Dodoma's observation diary, the content is as follows——

Sheena is here!Sheena is here! !Sheena is here! ! !

How the hell did Norman get ahead of me?Don't think I can't see the ulterior motives behind your kind mask!That's my girlfriend!

Where are my gloves?A birthday present I bought myself with my first paycheck that has beautiful embroidery on it!

I'm throwing them in Norman's face!

Throw it hard!

PS: Sheena is so gorgeous, the dress Sheena is wearing is something we bought together on a date.