HP's Foreign Land

one,

Grandpa Victor's house elf Ganlan is not as old as Heimdall imagined, and looks younger than Dodoma and Hina. According to human appearance, he looks like a middle-aged uncle.

Ganlan has a pair of big light brown eyes, dull eyes, without the slightest hint of uneasiness, and severely lack of vitality, two big bat-like ears drooping listlessly, wrapped in a blue and green checked tea towel, unlike most The house-elf used a stained and torn towel to cover herself, and the tea towel on Kalan's body was old but clean.

They met in Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria. Since Gan Lan left the Rhodope Mountains, Victor has arranged for her to stay in a small town surrounded by mountains and rivers.The house elf is born to work hard, even if it is sluggish all day long and makes people want to kick it, it is an out-and-out creature that recharges its work.Victor found it a job by the way, allowing it to adapt to the people outside the mountains. At first, the master thought that the isolated life made Ganlan dull in thinking.

Later, according to the observation report of the hand-knitting wholesaler for several days, the master had to accept his unusual hobby.It seems that Ganlan was not originally a clever and lively house elf, but Sergey let Ganlan with a weak face shake in front of him every day. It is said that he was one of his confidantes during his lifetime.

"This is my partner, Mr. Heimdall Sturluson." Victor solemnly introduced to Gan Lan.

Ganlan's calm face loosened, and he bowed deeply to pay tribute.

Heimdall noticed that its two hands were tightly clutching the edge of the tea towel, which was in sharp contrast to its paralyzed face, so the smile on its face became brighter.

"Hello, Ganlan," Heimdall said. "From now on we will be family."

Gan Lan, who hadn't straightened up yet, bent even lower.

Victor wanted to ask Heimdall about his grandfather's life together with Heimdall, he especially wanted to know about the inexplicable curse, but Gan Lan kept silent as if suddenly cast a spell, Heimdall patted Victor's arm, Said that he would not participate, and they could discuss it privately.

The master's face suddenly became ugly, although Gan Lan was trembling with fear, she still did not change her original intention.

"I'm not from the Krum family. It's normal for Gan Lan not to tell me." Heimdall didn't take it to heart at all. Victor would tell him anyway after he found out.

"Mr. Sturluson can represent me with full authority, you can't treat him as an outsider!" Victor raised his voice angrily, and the house elf turned pale with fright, knelt down on the ground and hit the ground with his head.

Victor looked coldly at Gan Lan's head banging against the hard slate, showing no sign of softening.The muffled sound made Heimdall frown, and he said to Victor: "Let it get up, I don't like torturing house-elves!"

Only then did Victor let go of his mouth and called Gan Lan, Gan Lan's action of smashing the ground was not mixed with any falsification, and his forehead was not only red, but also bloodshot.His body trembled uncontrollably, and he didn't know whether it was the fear of his own disobedience or the fear of Victor, who had always been kind to others.

Blood dripped down the bridge of Gan Lan's nose, Gan Lan seemed to be ignorant, and returned to a dull state, looking at Victor blankly.

"Give it to Gan Lan." Heimdall gestured to Victor.

Victor reluctantly took out his wand, and the bleeding on Ganlan's forehead quickly stopped. Seeing that Ganlan was about to bow his head again excitedly, Victor stopped him loudly.There is a house elf who likes to self-mutilate, it is really hard to hold, the master is helpless.

In a blink of an eye, Heimdall saw a pair of round eyes protruding from the wooden pillar behind Gan Lan. The owner of the eyes retracted his head in horror as soon as he met Heimdall's gaze.After a while, his head stretched out again, and when he found that Heimdall's eyes hadn't shifted, he quickly retracted his head again.Back and forth like a spring, Heimdall also saw clearly the owner of the eyes.

"Sage?" Heimdall called.

The house-elf behind the pillar flinched and came out slowly.

"Master..." Sage leaned his back against the pillar and did not come to Heimdall for a long time, as if he was afraid of being eaten by Heimdall.

The little house elf in front of him is Sage, the child of Sister Dodoma, who was selected by Rommel to be Mionir's personal elf.However, Sage and Mionier did not get along for a long time. Firstly, Mionir moved to Durmstrang with his two fathers; secondly, the perfectionist Dodoma was always worried about the employment of this inconspicuous nephew. Caught by my side to make up for training, I was just "released after serving my sentence" a while ago - Dodoma's evaluation is not satisfactory.

"Why are you here?" Heimdall asked in surprise.

He didn't wait for Sage to answer, and turned to look at Victor, "Why is Sage in Veliko Tarnovo?"

Heimdall knew that this was the master's territory, no matter whether wizards or magical creatures, entering or leaving Veliko Tarnovo could not be hidden from the eyes of Master Krum.Without Victor's approval, Sage could not stand here intact.

"Two days ago, when I corresponded with Rommel, I talked about Ganlan. He mentioned to me that Sage had 'graduated' from Dodoma. I had an idea in my mind, and put Sage in Veliko Tarnovo. Stay with Gan Lan for a few days," Victor's eyes sank when he said this. "I originally hoped that the appearance of Sage would make Gan Lan understand something, but it seems that my efforts were wasted."

Gan Lan's shoulders were shaking non-stop, and the color of her hand that was holding the hem of the tea towel became discolored.

"Ganlan is so devoted to his duties, you should feel relieved." Heimdall tried to ease the atmosphere. "Faithful house-elves are not so easily 'brainwashed'."

Victor smiled at him, and suddenly turned cold when he turned to Gan Lan, "If there is another time, I will send you back to Rhodope Manor and let you serve your mistress."

Gan Lan's expression was no different from crying.

Ganlan's rejection of his mistress was uncanny, and few house-elfs had dared to show it so strongly.

"If you are loyal to our family, our family will not abandon you when you are old. I will take care of all your living expenses when you are old, and our family will take care of you." Victor said blankly. promise.

Ganlan didn't show any emotion of gratitude, she bent down again with a wooden face, her whole body was stiff.

Victor felt that Gan Lan was very weird, so he exchanged a glance with Heimdall and told Gan Lan to leave.

Heimdall called Sage to his side and asked in a low voice, "Is Ganlan still here?"

Sage was still a child, and although he was whipped by his uncle Duoduo for a period of time, it was just cramming, far from going deep into his flesh and blood.Sage was moved by Heimdall's appearance—for an instant, he forgot his uncle's warnings, and looked around seriously.

"Ganlan is not here anymore. When she is not working, Ganlan likes to be in a daze in the garden." Sage also spoke in a low voice like Heimdall.

"Does Gan Lan usually work hard?" Heimdall asked.

"It's very quick, the shopkeeper often praises Gan Lan," said Sage a little bit aggrieved. "Sage is also very quick, the owner has never praised Sage."

If Dodoma is here, he will probably have a myocardial infarction again. The house elf complains to the master that he is not taken seriously, which completely subverts the three views of house elves.

Heimdall likes Sage's uniqueness, and his psychological quality can't keep up with the elf who hurts himself at every turn.

"Did Gan Lan tell you about the past?" Heimdall asked curiously.

"Sage and Ganlan are not familiar..." Sage suddenly looked lonely, and his emotions were as changeable as a child's. "Gan Lan doesn't like Sage, and usually doesn't take the initiative to talk to Sage."

Heimdall stroked Sage's bald head, and Sage raised his eyes and showed a bright, silly smile.

"Sage will be able to go to Durmstrang in two days," Heimdall hinted.

Sage immediately puffed out his shriveled chest, his face full of pride.

Victor also likes the clever Sage, and the dull Ganlan is in sharp contrast to the cute Sage.

Thinking of Gan Lan's "disrespect" to Heimdall just now, the master couldn't open his mouth to praise Gan Lan for his loyalty.

two,

They arrived at the wizard bar they agreed upon. The bar was crowded with people and it was in full swing. To be honest, it was a little unsafe as a base for a secret meeting, but there is no absolutely safe place in this world, and the bustle and bustle is the most appropriate cover.

The couple greeted the boss at the bar, and the boss quietly gestured to them while joking with others.

The two understand each other.

Heimdall threw down a Galleon, grabbed the small bottle of butterbeer that suddenly appeared and left the bar, and walked to the second floor with Victor as if nothing had happened.

The two stopped in front of a door, but Victor had no intention of following.

"I'll sit there and call me when you come out." Victor pointed to the wooden chair at the end of the corridor and took the bottle in his hand.

The chair was dark and empty, and looked uncomfortable.

Heimdall was about to shake his head when Victor planted a kiss on his hair, "I insist."

Heimdall knew that he was deliberately making room for him and the professor to talk.

"Go down and have something to eat." Heimdall was reluctant to wait for the master to sit in the corner.

Victor smiled, "Go in, I know it myself."

Heimdall didn't refuse any more, opened the door, and walked into the room under Victor's gaze.Victor outside the door looked through Heimdall's figure into the room. The two wizards in the room stood and sat one at a time, and the one sitting stood up immediately when Heimdall entered the door.

Victor didn't feel relieved until he saw their faces clearly, and the two inside the door also spotted him and nodded to him.

The door closed in front of Victor.

"Professor!" Heimdall stepped forward with joy and embraced Snape.

Sirius, who was posing for a hug at the side, felt a little bit annoyed, why did Mao hug Snape's mean facial paralysis first? !I am obviously so passionate!

"Mr. Black!" Heimdall turned to embrace Sirius, startling Sirius in his mind. Before Mr. Black could recall, Heimdall had already evacuated, and under Snape's guidance Go to the sofa.

Sirius stared at the two of them, and when the two cast puzzled and impatient glances at him, Sirius walked towards them full of bitterness.

After taking his seat, Heimdall said with a smile: "It's a surprise, I thought the professor came alone."

The gloom in Sirius' heart instantly dissipated.

Mr. Black has now accepted the address of "Mr. Black" calmly, and the intimacy of people has nothing to do with the address.

"How are you all?" Heimdall asked again.

The two adults looked at each other, showing amiable expressions at the same time, and agreed that both were fine.

Heimdall figured that they probably reported the good news but not the bad news, and if they thought about it, reporting the bad news to him would not solve the problem.

"That's good." Heimdall pushed the boat along.

"You're about to graduate, so I wanted to see you," Snape said.

"You read my letter, and you also know that Professor Laurent is not optimistic about my Potions results. No one thought that the International Wizengamot would suddenly raise the entry threshold." Heimdall rubbed his nose.

No one in IW knows that Heimdall Strulusson is only short of a graduation certificate to be able to sit firmly on the judge's seat. If he fails to cross the threshold this time, he will be ashamed and thrown abroad went.

"You are so good, are you afraid that you won't be able to find another job? At worst, change your job!" Mr. Black said loudly.

Professor Snape glanced at him contemptuously.

"Am I wrong? You disgusting..." Sirius paused vigilantly. "Why are you squinting, you bastard!"

Snape had never been ashamed of Sirius's arbitrary and reckless behavior, and it was about education, so the professor didn't think it was necessary to haggle over with a brainless mallet.

"What the professor means is that I still have to cross this threshold. Without the threshold of IW, there will be other thresholds." Heimdall hurried out to adjust the atmosphere.

Sirius closed his mouth unhappily. He also knew that he was too impulsive, but his impulsiveness generally judges people. If it wasn't for Severus Snape who always put on a dog-eyed look, Mr. Black thought he was too impulsive. Will restrain a lot.

Heimdall didn’t go to school at Hogwarts, nor did he experience the vigorous golden years of his parents. He just learned some ins and outs through Ivy’s diary, and he didn’t dig deeper into the specifics—he didn’t want to dig too, so for the kindness of his parents He has no intention of getting entangled in grievances and grievances, and he has no position to persuade them.At this moment, apart from embarrassment and embarrassment, there is really nothing else that can be done.

Snape saw Heimdall's embarrassment, and finally spoke mercifully to Sirius, "We didn't come here to quarrel in front of Rigg, didn't you say you wanted to visit Rieg? This is your How to visit?"

Sirius decided to be patient, he forced himself to take a deep breath and smiled, "Are you nervous?"

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "To be honest, I'm not nervous. I just want to continue my life during the holidays, but I feel very reluctant to leave school soon." He had already regarded Durmstrang, who lived in the seventh grade, as a home.

"I was very nervous at the time, and I was full of expectations for the future. After graduation, no one would pick and choose me and tell me what to do and what not to do. There were no restraints on my body, and I was full of energy." Sirius fell into Lost in memory. "No one can replace Hogwarts. The life at school is my most precious memory."

Snape snorted shamelessly, and Black's emotional "precious" contained nightmares from his youth.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot," Heimdall took out a roll of paper from his pocket. "This is from Mionir to you."

Sirius was overjoyed, "Mionir gave it to me?"

"Yes, he wrote you a letter." Heimdall explained.

After Sirius opened it, he saw crooked pictures, depicting every detail of daily life, and Sirius' eyes suddenly softened a little.

"Is Harry all right?" Heimdall asked.

"He... well, it's fine, it's just that he's been working hard lately," Sirius carefully put away the painting, shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, and his pride was beyond words. "We are taking the time to train him. Harry is as good as his father, with strong acceptance and amazing speed of improvement."

The savior was indeed not an ordinary person, and Heimdall prayed silently for Harry in his heart.

"How's Draco?" Heimdall asked again. "He never wrote to me. If my uncle would write to me regularly to tell me about their recent situation, I would have thought my cousin had disappeared."

Sirius showed a hesitant expression. He didn't know Malfoy's family well, and he didn't know what that young master was doing recently...

"That's for safety reasons," Professor Snape explained. "We are reducing our contact and contact with you, and this may be the last time we see you until...you know what I mean."

The professor was as cautious as ever.

"I understand," Heimdall nodded cautiously. "If there is a need—saying this may make you feel that I am beyond my control, but please believe that I am sincere. If there is a need, please let me know, and I will do my best to help. To tell you the truth, I Think I can still be of some use.”

Naturally, the two adults would not look at each other tacitly. They raised the corners of their mouths, touched Heimdall's head and patted his shoulder respectively.

The conversation time was extremely limited, and Heimdall could see that the two British wizards did not intend to stay for too long. Their long-term combat experience gave them a sufficient sense of crisis. The cloaks on their bodies did not leave their bodies. Never let go, the current situation in the UK can be seen.

Before leaving, Snape hesitated to speak to him, and Heimdall's heart moved. He vaguely realized what Snape was saying, but he chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and did not say it.

Snape and Sirius told him not to move until they were gone.

Heimdall sat quietly in the room for a while, and after a while, he stood up, and the door leading to the outside was creaked open. Heimdall thought it was Victor, but it turned out not to be the case.

"Glad we didn't miss it." The man strolled towards Heimdall and stood in front of him.

With the light from the window into the room, Heimdall could clearly see the face covered by the cloak and hat.

"You can walk around?" Heimdall asked in surprise.

"Why do you think I can't move freely?" Tom showed a playful expression.

"Because you're clearly not the man in England who is at the top of his game or who is feeling good about himself," Heimdall added. "He's much older than you."

Tom curled his lips, "Is he unsightly in your eyes?"

"What other people think doesn't matter to him."

"I want to hear the answer."

Heimdall breathed out, "That looks scary."

Tom laughed again.

Heimdall feels that this guy is also very smart, what is he going to do when he despises himself? !However, it can be seen from this that Voldemort was not completely insane when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, at least he cared more about his appearance, unlike later, in order to obtain supreme power, he could abandon human skin without hesitation.

"What are you doing here today?" Heimdall had already calmed down. It seemed that this guy couldn't hurt himself yet.

"I'll come and see my pen pal, can't I?" Tom raised his head, and his handsome features were unobstructed in the daylight.

Chairman Sturluson murmured in admiration, how nice the small appearance is, why did Mao end up making people inhuman and ghost...

Heimdall had been in contact with Voldemort several times, and just thinking about it would break out in a cold sweat.

"Will my letter help you in your graduation exam?" Tom asked enthusiastically.

Heimdall didn't believe that he would spread love unconditionally, and said, "It helps."

The corners of Tom's mouth were raised again, and every time he made this expression, it made people tremble for no reason.

"I know what your husband is looking for," said Tom unhurriedly.

Heimdalton felt vigilant, "Oh? What can he do?"

"Rig, don't stand up like a prickly prick who is only irritated by milk, I mean no harm to you at all." Tom looked sincere.

Heimdall's eyebrows relaxed, but he didn't dare to relax for a moment.

"Let me let down my guard against you? Do you think it's possible?" Heimdall stopped playing around with him.

"I think we can get along, we're pen pals, our friendship is growing."

"If friendships can be made simply by writing letters, the editors of the Daily Prophet who run the discount news are my close associates."

The evil spirit flashed from Tom's face, and Heimdall knew that his patience was about to run out.

Heimdall's fingers closed quietly around the wand.

"Since you can live in peace with him and communicate with him, why do you reject me?" Tom said coldly.

he?

Heimdall showed a little confusion on his face, Tom didn't say a word, and waited for him to figure it out indifferently.

Oh, it's him!

Heimdall narrowed his eyes, "He is not comparable to you, he is my senior brother, and we have a friendship in the same school."

Tom obviously didn't believe Heimdall's ambiguous words, "How do you think my letter appeared in your hands? How did I get here today?"

Heimdall's expression suddenly became stunned as Tom expected, "You mean he..."

Tom's smile was permeated with malice, "Is he really as trustworthy as you think? Don't think too far, Rigg!"

Then Tom disappeared, as abruptly as he had come.

Heimdall stayed for a while, making sure that the other party would not come back, and walked towards the door, but just as his hand touched the doorknob, the door was pushed in. If Heimdall did not dodge in time, his nose would suffer up.

Heimdall looked at the door that was pushed open lifelessly, who is it this time?

The answer is not sir.

Lao Caipi just stood in front of him majestically.

"Are you rushing to explain?" Heimdall said angrily. "It's so stupid to do so, it will only make me feel that you are a guilty conscience."

"Given my bad record, I think I should come and fight for it." Grindelwald walked into the room and closed the door.

"What did the kid say?" Grindelwald asked.