HP's Foreign Land

one,

Pickup strode out, grabbed Nulun's shoulders, and looked up and down with teary eyes.

Nulun was startled, struggled subconsciously, and was held down by the pickup.

Nulun's balance collapsed, what's going on with this guy?

Pickup was sure it was all right—not a single nose hair was missing, and released it with relief.

"What are you doing here!" The relieved Pickup raised his brother's airs.

"Can you or can I come?! What does it matter to you if I come here?" Nulun's rebellious psychology was like a ignited firework, exploding all over the sky with a puff.

"Don't be willful!" Pika taught.

With a small face, Nulun took out a peaked cap from his coat pocket and put it on his head coldly, ignoring Picka's words.

"If you hadn't made it up on your own, our plan would have gone very smoothly, these wizards..." The eloquent Pickup shut his mouth vigilantly.

Nulun thought it was playing tricks again, so he sneered.

"These wizards will die under the fists of terrible giants and trolls. The goblins' revenge plan is perfectly launched, and the first step is to sway the wizards to confuse the wizards to kill each other."

Heimdall and Bill looked at Victor in surprise at the same time.

"Is that the goblin's plan?" Heimdall said in disbelief.

"You must not tell other people, but President Pickup secretly revealed this to me at the risk of being expelled from the elves," Victor said calmly. "You must swear to the goblin 'witch-hater' pioneers that you will never give a word."

Heimdall and Bill couldn't help laughing, and Brother Weasley experienced the master's humor for the first time.

It turned out that Victor Krum, who seemed mature and prudent, was not always serious and daunting.

The adrenaline of the pickup truck was soared by the way the master poked the window paper for 300 taels of silver here.

Nulun gave the pickup a sideways glance, and he knew that this bad-bellied guy was uneasy and kind.In other words, he was almost overwhelmed by his brother's plan. Thinking of this, Nulun looked at Pickup with even more unkind eyes.

Pickup was not in the mood to communicate with his cousin anymore, and said loudly, "Go now!"

The giants and trolls over there were finally burnt out of temper by the magic flames. After the flames disappeared automatically, they fainted one after the other. From a distance, they looked like the ruins after the fire, scorched and raised, billowing black smoke.

Heimdall ignored the pickup and didn't recognize it.

"Did you meet Mr. Repscher when you came?" Heimdall asked Victor.

"Is your Repsie as thin as a stick?" Victor said.

"That's him. He's a representative of the International Wizarding Standards Committee and came to Latvia to handle official business."

"In that case, why didn't he act with you?" Victor was puzzled. "By the way, what are you doing here? Since when did the International Wizengamot start taking care of goblins?"

Heimdall hemmed and ignored the subsequent questions, and said vaguely: "He stayed there and waited for the headquarters to send more people to rescue him. It is safer there."

No wonder that after contact with the firewood stick, the other party hinted that he would stay, apparently in order to find another bodyguard.Victor figured out the doubts about Repshe, and his impression of the firewood stick plummeted.

"Is Mr. Repsher all right?" Heimdall asked.

"I think it's better than all of you."

Heimdall nodded. To be honest, if he could, he would like to wear Repshe's sack on his back. If something happened to Repshe, he, the bodyguard, would be to blame.Ever since he left Repsher and went on the road with Bill and Nurem again, he has been struggling with this question in his mind.

Victor supported his neck and pressed it with a tacit understanding. Heimdall felt the care of the master and put aside the horns.

"How did you meet Mr. Weasley?" Victor's eyes turned around Bill's highly symbolic wizard robe.

"You can call me Bill." Bill held out his right hand.

Victor held it without changing his expression, "Mr. Weasley."

"..." Brother Weasley once again felt the malice of the "rival in love".

Pickup was dissatisfied with being ignored, and shouted again, "Come back with me!"

It was talking to Newlon, and it cared nothing about the wizard's life or death.

Nulun said coldly, "I promised Mr. Strulusson, I don't intend to give up halfway."

"Wizards never keep their promises, and you can go back on your word." Pika plausibly said.

The three wizards at the scene thought in unison, please don't blacken us in front of our faces.

"I want to accompany Mr. Stulusson to see Abu." Nulun insisted.

"Where is there any goblin waiting to meet the wizard, it's all an excuse to lure the wizard into the trap... Abu?" Pika suddenly changed his tone.

"A negotiator from Gringotts, Latvia, why are you so surprised?" Newlon finally looked at his brother.

"You said that the representative of Gringotts in Latvia is Abu?" Pika was a little dazed.

"Don't you think you've got everything under control?" Nulen wondered why it was making a damn face.

"Could it be that Gringotts Latvia intends to make a fake show?" Pika muttered.

"What do you mean?" Nulun was puzzled.

Pickup suddenly raised his head, "I'll go with you!"

Nulun sneered, "Aren't you going back?"

"Don't be willful!" Pika told Nulun like coaxing a child.

Nulun almost ran away.

two,

A lamp was lit in a room in Gringotts, Latvia. The flame burst into dazzling brilliance in the darkness, and the light shrank into a ball at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, only illuminating an oval table.

Several participants randomly sat in a circle, the fire flickered, and five shadows were vaguely illuminated.

"Representatives of the International Wizarding Standards Committee have arrived in Latvia." A man wearing a Death Eater mask said coldly.

"The troll failed." Another participant, who was obviously short in stature, interfaced.

"The troll's lethality is weaker than expected."

"You can't demand too much from trolls, they only know how to do it."

"It's time to watch the giants," said the Death Eater.

The goblin at the interface was silent for a moment, "Gesa also failed."

The Death Eater was a little surprised, "Gao Gaoma admired Gesa very much, and he praised Geza in front of the Dark Lord as the giant warrior he had seen second only to him."

The goblin sneered, "Do you believe what the giants say? When did Gao Gaoma learn to open his eyes and tell lies? Those big guys with only long muscles will always only see themselves. Creatures other than themselves, including their own kind, are about to be wiped out by themselves Stepping stone."

Giants are cruel by nature, and they can’t live without killing every two days. The legacy of history has forced giants to live together in groups. In fact, they are only suitable for living alone, because they will dislike each other after a while, and living together just provides them with self-communication. Conditions of killing.

At present, there are less than eighty giants left in the world—if they continue to fight each other, this number will be refreshed soon.The leader of the giants is Gao Gaoma.

"Didn't you guarantee that the International Wizarding Standards Committee would not be able to reach Gringotts in Latvia?" the goblins suddenly protested.

The Death Eater said: "It was agreed at the beginning, we only provide help, and do not make any guarantees."

The goblins whispered to each other.

A wizard who goes back and forth!The goblins regretted listening to each other's rhetoric, and now they are stuck.

The Death Eater tapped his fingers slowly, "If you need it, we can continue to help you, but the conditions are not the same as before."

"Cunning wizard!" The goblins were indignant.

The goblin who sat at the table without saying a word suddenly raised his hand, and the goblins who were chattering suddenly fell silent.

The Death Eater whose facial expression was covered by the mask shuddered, and folded his palms together seemingly indifferently.

"I need to think," said the goblin.

The Death Eater was not very satisfied with the ambiguous answer, "Thinking? I'm afraid there is no time."

"We will deal with our own troubles," the goblin said slowly. "As long as you don't get in the way."

The Death Eaters felt guilty. Their purpose was to muddle the water, so that the goblins who "only have their own interests unshakable" had to stand on the side of the Dark Lord. At present, it seemed that they were only one step away from success.The Death Eaters were not reconciled.

"Why do you want to look far away, please believe me, the Dark Lord is happy to solve the goblin's problems." The Death Eater tried to make persistent efforts.

The leading goblin was unmoved, "Why do we need the help of wizards for our affairs?"

The Death Eaters cursed each other for being unrepentant.

The leading goblin said: "We have other matters to discuss, and I will not accompany you."

Directly issued an order to expel the Death Eaters.

"I hope you won't regret today's impulse!" The Death Eater walked away in a huff.

The candles in the room flickered unsteadily for a moment, and there was no Death Eater beside the table.

"Are you sure that doing so will not cause damage to our interests, Raguenor?" Some goblins at the dinner thought that Ragnol was too arbitrary.

This Ragnor who seems to be very authoritative among the goblins said frankly, "I don't trust wizards, no matter which side he belongs to."

"But you didn't object at first."

"That's because the Death Eaters are so eloquent. I was easily moved by his words. I was persuaded. They convinced me that standing on the side of the Dark Lord would be beneficial to us. Now that I think about it, they came prepared."

"Why did you hesitate again?"

"It suddenly occurred to me that the Dark Lord is also a wizard. He always puts his own interests first. Wizards are best at pretending to connect with you when they need you. What we gain most from them is exaggeration, repeated impermanence."

The goblins looked at each other.

"What do we do now?"

Ragnol asked, "Can the troll you sent out be called back?"

"Shouldn't be able to, we've already paid the promised food." The goblins weren't sure either, sometimes it's harder to control without a brain than with a cunning.

"Then just wait," Ragnol said.

"What are you waiting for?" The fairies were still a little dazed.

"If those trolls finally do their thing and stop the representatives from the International Wizarding Standards Committee on their way here, we'll keep going as planned."

"What if the troll fails?"

The goblins regretted not letting the Death Eaters find more giants. Compared with the trolls, the giants obviously had the upper hand in terms of strength.The giant's body is comparable to a constantly twisted fishing net, and ordinary magic can't shake them a little.

"Light all the candles, clean this place, and open the door to welcome guests." Ragueno said firmly.

three,

"Did I offend Krum somewhere?" Bill finally couldn't help but found a chance, and whispered to Heimdall.

"Why do you ask that?" Heimdall was very surprised.

Bill blinked, looked, and stared again.

Big Brother Weasley couldn't laugh or cry.

Heimdall was confused, and then thought he understood, "Victor is actually very easy to get along with, don't listen to the nonsense made up by those newspapers and magazines."

Bill didn't know how to explain it to him, he could only smile wryly.

Victor stepped forward pretending to be inadvertent, and pushed Bill aside.

Bill tried to recall the few moments he had with Krum, but to no avail.

"You said you used to work for Gringotts in Egypt?" Newlon asked Bill.

Forget it, Bill thought, let's stay with the goblin.

"Yes, I used to work as a spellbreaker in Gringotts, Egypt."

"Those ancient tombs are really filled with gold, silver and jewels?" Nulun asked curiously.

Gringotts of various countries have their own business development models, and Gringotts of Egypt has been envied and hated by the Gringotts of other countries for its continuous "treasure hunting in the desert".

"There is also a lot of false information, and there is nothing inside after breaking the spell."

Governor Newlon balanced.

"Gold is not so easy to find." New Lun was full of joy, as if he didn't care about it.

"Are we lost?" Pickup, who was very shy about chatting with wizards, suddenly raised his voice.

Before departure, the president of Pickup took the initiative to ask Ying to look at the map for everyone. According to it, it can't just hand over its wealth and life to the wizard, and it has to control its own direction.

"The map is in your hand. If you say you are lost, you are lost." Victor said.

"Where did this forest come from? It's not shown on the map!" Pickup logically shifted the responsibility to the map. "Wizard stuff is really unreliable!"

The three wizards looked around the forest and found several strange structures. The three discussed it and came to a conclusion.

"This wasn't a forest originally, they grew out later," Heimdall said. "It appears to be a greenhouse-like building that may have once been an indoor botanical garden."

The three wizards found broken walls, steel frames and a lot of broken glass nearby.

The two goblins looked up and saw that the forest had grown to the street, encroaching on the living area of ​​human beings. How could the wizard remain indifferent?

"Muggles can't see them," Bill said firmly.

There must be some kind of magic in this woods, making the Muggles who are close to here instinctively detour out of disgust. Maybe they are a precarious unfinished building or an abandoned building complex in the eyes of Muggles.

"Did you notice that we haven't seen a troll in a while," Heimdall said.

The sudden disappearance of the trolls who frequently attacked them was more worrying than the constant attacks.

The three wizards looked at each other anxiously.

"From the map, we have to go through this forest." Pickup said sternly.

"Haven't you been to Riga?" said Newlen. (PS: The capital of Latvia)

"The carriage is parked directly in the backyard of Gringotts in Riga." Pickup knew that Newlon wanted to complain, and cut off the source neatly.

Nulun turned his eyes away.

"What do you say?" Pika asked the three wizards.

"Through it, what else can I do?"

The husband and wife can actually fly over in disguise, but it is better not to act independently in collective action.

They used magic to cut the giant vines blocking the entrance of the greenhouse, and the vines flowed out a thick green liquid, emitting a stench.The flying insects around the white flower buds buzzed and swarmed up, scrambling to rush towards the pool of viscous green liquid.

"This is snakeskin vine." Bill frowned slightly. "Muggles probably wouldn't grow this plant."

The husband and wife raised the level of vigilance in their hearts to another level.

They went through the entrance and into the interior of the greenhouse.The interior is shrouded in green that blocks the sky and the sun, but it is not dim. The interior maintains sufficient light, and the temperature rises linearly as it goes deeper.

Bill suddenly said to Heimdall: "When you were dealing with the giant before, did you notice that the expression on the giant's face changed when he saw me?"

"The giant seems to recognize your Death Eater uniform." Heimdall nodded.

"Are you suspecting that the weirdness here has something to do with the Death Eaters?" Victor expressed Bill's concerns.

"As it stands, any uncertainty should be treated with suspicion," Beer said.

Victor didn't confront Bill this time.

"Get out!" A violent shout suddenly came from the air.

The three wizards immediately put on a fighting posture back to back, and surrounded the two uneasy goblins.

"Who?" Bill exclaimed.

"Get out of here!" The voice passed through my ears again, with a brutality that could not be ignored.

Danger is imminent.

Heimdall raised his voice, "If our rash entry disturbed you, we apologize. We don't intend to stay here. We need to pass here and go to Gringotts Bank in Riga. We can swear to you that we will not touch If you touch every plant and tree here, please be flexible."

"You're going to Gringotts, Riga?"

The group breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the owner of the voice is not an unreasonable person.

"Yes, we are representatives of the International Wizarding Standards Committee. We are invited to go to Gringotts in Riga to discuss with the goblins on whether Gringotts should be closed." Heimdall said carefully.

The owner of the voice seemed to be considering the authenticity of the words, and the two elves in Heimdall's party added a lot of points to the credibility of the words.

"Did you encounter any obstacles on your way?" The owner of the voice asked meaningfully.

"We met, and our luck is pretty good." Heimdall said.

"False wizard!"

The whole group was taken aback.

The sound of kicking and tapping came from far to near, and under their vigilant gaze, a figure walked out from behind a huge morning glory that seemed to have taken swelling medicine.

The group were dumbfounded.

It was a centaur with black hair and black eyes, and a tall horse with an extremely black body.His face is covered with vicissitudes of life, his eye sockets are deep-set, his nose bridge is straight, and his eyes are sharp. There is a scar on his right cheek. Around the scar that has not recovered well, you can still see the scarred days. The body is also full of scars.This is a centaur with rich combat experience.His temperament is different from the horsemen in the Forbidden Forest and the horsemen in the back mountain of the German School. He is like a born lone ranger, lonely, doing his own way, and not being with others.Centaurs are herd creatures, that's for sure.

This centaur obviously has a story to tell.

"I've never heard of the horse tribe in Latvia." Pika muttered angrily.

The black centaur glanced at it abruptly.

The president of Sofia Gringotts shivered and shut his mouth wisely.