HP's Foreign Land

one,

The white falcon in the air finished a round of scratching and turned sideways to avoid the giant monster's random fist attacks.The white falcon let out a sharp cry, and its body drew an arc in the air. In order to continue to attract the giant monster's attention, it turned around decisively and tried to dive again.The giant monster on the ground yelled, and after grabbing a few handfuls to the sky and finding nothing, he quickly covered his face.The white falcon in the air caught a glimpse of Repsche stumbling out of the carriage and climbing into a bush, and finally quickly stopped its attack.

The white falcon fluttered its wings and landed behind the troll. At the same time it landed, the wand was held in his hand.

Heimdall raised his wrist.

The giant covered his face and waited for a while, why didn't the swelling hurt at all?Quietly open your fingers and look out.

There was nothing in the field of vision, the giant stretched its fingers, and looked up to the sky, the sky was clear and peaceful, and the annoying white bird was gone.The troll decided to think, IQ is flawed, it put down its arms excitedly, then scratched its head inexplicably, it couldn't remember the purpose of coming here...

The troll looked down at his hands, and finally remembered what seemed to be a mallet.

"Are you looking for this?"

"Oh?" The giant turned its bulky body.

Heimdall stretched out his finger, pointing upwards.

The troll looked up.

Its mallet fell from the sky and hit it on the nose.

The troll covered his nose, and rushed towards Heimdall in the next second.Facing the sudden attack, Heimdall didn't flinch, and under his control, the big club hit the ferocious giant again and again.Seeing that the giant monster was close at hand, he swung down the big mallet with all his strength.

The running giant stopped suddenly. It opened its mouth wide at Heimdall, bared its fangs, and let out a deafening roar. Then it rolled its eyes and fell to the ground with a plop, bringing up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

Heimdall took two steps back, and tapped the troll with his baton to make sure it wasn't cheating, and then released the magic.

The big mallet lost control and fell to the ground, making a big hole in the ground.

Heimdall looked back and saw Nulun hiding behind a tree cunningly. After meeting his eyes, he immediately waved to him excitedly.Just as Nulun was about to cry out, he covered his mouth abruptly, and continued to silently wave to Heimdall.

Heimdall glanced at the breathless Raindrop Pegasus in the distance. Comrade Nulun, who had regarded it as a treasure before, seemed to have forgotten it.

The goblin is a complete realist. Now that it is dead, why do you think about it? !

Chairman Sturluson and Nurem took over.

"Where's Mr. Repscher? You're not together?" Heimdall looked around.

"Oh, he's there." Nulun pointed to the back with no expression.

Repsche poked his head out from behind a row of bushes. Seeing Heimdall looking at him, he immediately retracted his neck and hid in the thick bushes.

"What happened to him?" Heimdall asked in surprise.

"He said it was too early to determine if there were other dangers around and he decided to stay in a safe place."

The tone in which Newlon speaks of "safe places" is eloquent.

The corner of Heimdall's mouth twitched. Of course, he would not laugh at Repshe's cowardice, let alone highlight his greatness by throwing stones at this time. On the contrary, being ridiculed by the goblin because of his compatriots' caution made him very sad. feel bad.

Heimdall walked quickly, and Repsche behind the bushes almost blinked and cramped, but Heimdall still didn't turn a blind eye to him as he hoped.Heimdall stepped over the bushes and squatted down like the opponent. Repshe's face was ashes, and the safe place was no longer safe.

"You're not leaving?" Heimdall said bluntly.

Repshe's eyeballs kept rolling, as if the enemies lurking in the dark had nowhere to hide.

"Latvia is no longer safe," Repshe said absently.

"Didn't you know there was a troll riot here before you came?" Heimdall said calmly.

Repsche pursed his lips, feeling a little unhappy being blocked by Heimdall, but just now Heimdall easily knocked down an adult troll, giving Repshe the most direct understanding of Heimdall's combat power. I know each other, so I don't dare to offend the thug in front of me.While Mr. Repsher sincerely praised Dumbledore for his foresight, he also deeply complained about leaving this errand task to his immediate superior.

"Are you determined not to leave, are you?" Heimdall was impatient with the other party's looking forward and backward.

"You want to leave me?" Repscher grabbed Heimdall like he was grabbing for a life-saving straw.

"It's easy for me to get out of here, but I'm not going to give up easily, the representatives from Gringotts, Latvia are still waiting for us."

Repshe froze for a moment, "Are you planning to go alone?!"

Hearing this, he really doesn't intend to go?

"Well, I'll send you back first, what do you think?" What Heimdall wanted was to ask the International Wizarding Standards Committee to change a representative, preferably one who would not be dizzy with dislocation or door keys, and whose psychological quality was reliable. the wizard.

"No," Repscher immediately denied the proposal. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to wait here for the rescue of the International Federation of Wizards."

"Rescue?!" Heimdall wondered. "I'll just send you back."

"No, no, no." Strangely enough, Repshe insisted.

I don't know when he touched it, and Nurem, who had been watching for a long time, couldn't help but said, "It's better to wait for rescue than to run back with nothing."

Repsche lowered his eyes in embarrassment, avoiding Heimdall's gaze.

Heimdall swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and took out a small globe-like ornament from his pocket, about the size of an adult's palm.

"You take this." He shoved the globe into Repshe's hand.

"What is this?" Repshe asked blankly.

"Fantastic Creature Detector, once the sphere in it starts spinning, it means that there are large magical creatures approaching nearby. Hope this helps you reduce stress," Heimdall said.

Repschen looked at the detector hesitantly, and Heimdall stood up beside him. He moved his feet nervously, and said hesitantly, "Aren't you going to stay?" Of course he didn't want Heimdall to leave him. Accompanied by the troll's one-on-one bodyguard, at least he would be safe while waiting for rescue, but he couldn't say anything about trying to keep Heimdall.

"No, I still have tasks." Heimdall said.

That mission was assigned to me, so don't join in the fun!Repsche really wanted to yell like that, but unfortunately he didn't have the guts.

He laughed dryly, "Good luck."

Heimdall nodded, and said, "You need luck more than me."

Repshe shut her mouth awkwardly.

There was a rustling sound of rubbing from behind. The two wizards facing each other thought it was the noise made by Nurem at first. It wasn't until Nurem ran out from behind Heimdall like an enemy that they realized the seriousness of the problem.

Repshe immediately rolled aside with his head in his arms, hugged the tree and yelled, "This detector doesn't work at all!"

The grievance in the words is ready to come out.

Heimdall really wanted to kick him: Hell!This guy is actually a wizard?Where's the wand?What is the mouse running for? !

Heimdall used to silently laugh at the British Ministry of Magic for buying the Weasley twins' curse-proof cloaks, but now the joke has been shattered by the scrawny reality.

Nulun took out a fat round bottle, and its thumb fastened the cork tightly, with a bit of awe-inspiring expression on its face, as if it wanted to die with the other party.

Look at people, they obviously don't have wands and are unarmed, but they don't intend to sit still at all.

Chairman Sturluson was fully alert, and with a swipe, a man flashed out from behind the bushes half a person's height.

Nulen screamed—it didn't seem like death was real.

Death eaters? !

As soon as that weird mask appeared, Heimdall's heart jumped into his throat.

"Rig?"

Heimdall slowed down.

Nulun yelled again, and then realized that he had overreacted. It looked away unnaturally, and carefully put away the bottle in its hand.Heimdall has reason to believe that the bottle is likely to be a potion that Nylon used to save his life—or some kind of magic item. The efficacy is unknown, and the quantity is scarce, otherwise Nylon would not be so cautious.

Although the opponent didn't attack immediately, and even called him by his nickname, Heimdall still didn't relax his vigilance, nor did he put away his wand, pointing directly at the opponent's vitals.

"It's really Lige?" The other party took off the mask filled with terror. "Hi, Rigg." A smiling face appeared behind the mask.

Heimdall opened his mouth in surprise, "Bill?"

"It's me." Bill pulled out his other foot from the bushes, and looked up to see Heimdall's wand still pointing at him unrelentingly. "Oh, by the way," Bill realized, "You mean my wizard robe?"

Heimdall looked at him blankly.

Repsche and Nurem, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were infected by Heimdall's emotions, and watched them with bated breath.

Bill didn't mind Heimdall's attitude very much, and smiled gently, "This is for the convenience of movement. I got news before that Death Eaters are active in Latvia."

Heimdall remained silent.

Bill calmly let him look at him.

"I once told you a secret," Heimdall suddenly looked enigmatic. "About your brother."

Bill showed a puzzled look, and after a while he shook his head, "I'm sure you haven't shared any secrets about my brother with me, no matter which brother you have."

Heimdall put away his mystification and embraced him with open arms.

"Nice to meet you, Bill," he said sincerely, letting go. "And all that, I'm sorry. But I'm sure you'll try to understand, because you're Bill Weasley."

Bill pulled him back and hugged him again.

"So it's all right, isn't it?" Mr. Repshe, who was under a tree, ran out again to show his presence.

"Yes, I'm glad you're alive and well again." Nulun said coldly.

Repsher was sensitive to the fact that Newlon seemed to be targeting him every time he spoke, and Mr. Repsher pretended not to hear anything.

On the other side, Heimdall asked impatiently, "Are you here because of... um, a mission?"

Bill thought he was a little too careful, but it was amusing instead of correcting him.

"What about you? Latvia, including several nearby countries, has not been peaceful recently, so it is not suitable to be selected as a leisure travel destination." Bill turned his attention to Nurem as he said. "Not tourism, am I right?"

"Related to Gringotts in Latvia," Heimdall said.

"What a coincidence, my purpose of this trip is similar to yours."

"You also have an appointment with the Gringotts representative in Latvia?"

"I was entrusted to come here to meet someone."

Heimdall knew that it would be inconvenient to ask further questions.

"Maybe we can go together next time?" Heimdall was deliberately cheerful.

Bill smiled. "I'm honored."

"President Nulun, do you mind having one more companion?" Heimdall turned to look at Nulun.

"You saved my life just now, why should I refuse you?" Newlon said solemnly.

Fortunately, the two people in front of them have fully grasped the logic of the goblin, and they smiled at each other.

To be honest, Repshe was always wavering, but the new young wizard seemed very reliable, and reliability meant safety.Repshe hesitated, unable to make up her mind.

"Since you think the detector is useless, return it to me." Heimdall held out his hand to him.

Chairman Sturluson has good ears, and Mr. Repsche could hear Mr. Chairman clearly just now.

Repshe didn't want to pay it back at all, it was better to have this thing than nothing at all.

Newlon said: "This detector seems to be only useful for magical creatures, and it may not be used later."

Repscher immediately decided not to follow, staying "in a safe place".

two,

Pickup stared in horror at the bruised Raindrop Pegasus lying on the ground, it stretched out its hand tremblingly, and stopped above the horse's head again.Pickup shivered and backed up one after another, as if stimulated by the death of Tianma, and kept running away until he could no longer see the pair of lifeless horse eyes, and then stopped short of breath.

Newlon... where is Newlon...

The pickup ran to the carriage. Except for the open entrance and the symmetrical large hole, there was no living thing on the scene.

At this scene, Pickup only felt that the situation was more ominous than ominous.

The pickup hugged the cushion in the compartment and cried loudly. The corner of the cushion was embroidered with New Lun's name. It fell down and smashed the cushion out as if venting its anger. one compartment.

Pickup couldn't bear the harassment from the flying catkins, sneezed several times, and reluctantly jumped out of his brother's carriage.The already crumbling carriage groaned in pain as the pickup was tossing, followed by a crash, and the carriage collapsed in response.

The pickup was frightened and turned around quickly. When it saw that the car was becoming more and more horrible, the tears it stopped streaming down again.

Pickup felt that he had killed his brother. The reason why the International Wizarding Standards Committee was able to come to fruition was due to its contribution to the flames during the period. It also participated in the formulation of the blame game, although it was not the mastermind, and the collaborative crime cannot be escaped.

Thinking of this, Pickup felt overwhelmed with pain.

"Stop howling, why are you howling!" the master said angrily after carefully inspecting the scene.

Pickup turned a deaf ear, "...how do you know? What do you know!"

Pika still had a little bit of confidence in the dangers that Nylon might encounter during this trip. Pika thought that this trip was extremely dangerous. In order to blame other wizards and let humans have a taste of what it means to be self-inflicted, the goblins never thought of lenient. It's all about how cruel it is.

However, in Master's view, animals are far inferior to humans in terms of insidious and cunning talents.Goblins can't command wizards, and they don't bother to command humans. They can only incite animals with low IQs to rampage in the wizarding world. Unfortunately, goblins are always unwilling to see the reality: the most dangerous people in the world are humans after all.

Although the "murder scene" was thrilling, the master was relieved when he confirmed certain traces.

When they arrived, the troll who had caused all this was nowhere to be found—the scene had clearly been swept, so they had no way of knowing what had happened.

"Mr Krum?"

Victor followed the sound and saw a skinny wizard huddled behind a bush not far away, looking around and waving at him.

Seeing him looking over, the sorcerer hurriedly increased his swing strength, lest the master would not notice.

On the other side, Pickup is still mourning the "tragic murder" of his cousin.

three,

Nulun sneezed several times in a row, took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose.

"Someone is talking about you." Heimdall said jokingly.

"Don't be distracted!" Contrary to Heimdall's comfort, Nurem, who seldom participated in battles, has been intermittently tense since the outbreak of the battle, and occasionally babbled.

That's right, they got in touch with unknown enemies again, and this time they encountered two giant monsters.

As a result, Bill, who had killed half of the enemy, turned back to catch his breath while the remaining one hugged his foot and screamed. Fortunately, their enemy was a giant. If it was a giant with a stronger IQ, the situation would not be so easy.

"Do I understand that?" Heimdall said to Bill. "The trolls attacked indiscriminately, does it mean that the Death Eaters were not actually involved?"

"You think trolls recognize faces when they hit people with a hammer?" Bill threw the question back.

Heimdall shrugged, and then said, "Help President Nurem recognize the map."

It was the first time for a group of three to visit Latvia. The road was dilapidated and dilapidated, with broken walls and tiles everywhere, and not a single living person was seen. This shows the loss that the troll has brought to the Latvian wizarding world.

"I told you not to be so cynical," Nulun said without raising his head. "Just call me the boss."

Heimdall had a strange expression, and Bill couldn't help but chuckle.

"Take a break, I'll do it next." Heimdall raised his wand arrogantly.

Bill didn't stop him, he knew that the boy in front of him was no longer the little boy who followed his ass back then.

Heimdall turned out of the temporary base and faced up to the difficulties.

After a while, he withdrew.

Bill was bowing his head to help identify the map, but English is common in Latvia.

"So fast?" Bill just saw a place name clearly.

"You check for me, isn't the new one over there a troll?" Heimdall said.

Bill cautiously poked his head sideways, and retracted it the next second.

"No." Bill's expression became a little more tense.

"That's a giant," said Heimdall.

"That's a giant," Bill affirmed.

"A group of egg brats!" The giant in the topic shouted angrily, and rushed towards them.

Is a quick temper.

Nulun hurriedly put away the map.

Bill suddenly put on the Death Eater mask, pulled up the black cloak hat, and stood in front of Heimdall.

The giant that charged over obviously slowed down.

This... is worth studying!

Heimdall raised his hand, but a purple-red light roared from behind them, brushed past the two of them, and landed on the ferocious giant.

The scream of the giant was very ear-piercing, and the behemoth turned into a fireball in an instant.

The giant panicked in pain and collided with another giant who was staying in place stupidly. The flames shot at the giant, and the fireball turned into two.

The mutation was fleeting.

Heimdall didn't have time to look back, his body was dragged away from Bill.

When the two of them maintained a satisfactory distance from Brother Weasley, Victor reluctantly gave up, patted Heimdall's head, and straightened his skirt.

Bill looked at the husband and wife who were at least ten steps away, feeling a little puzzled.

Big Brother Weasley thought to himself, could it be his illusion?

The way Krum looked at him just now couldn't be called friendly.