HP's Foreign Land

one,

After Walton McNeil left Riga Gringotts angrily, he rushed to the Latvian Ministry of Magic in the southwest of Riga without stopping.The black cloak that makes ordinary British wizards shudder flutters and flutters like a screeching crow, unscrupulously passing through the center of Riga and stopping at the entrance of the Latvian Ministry of Magic.

The troll guarding the door looked at the visitor, and belatedly swung a mallet at McNeil's head. McNeil cursed, raised his hand and threw a spell.The troll only paused for a moment when he fell under his spell, and the moment the mallet fell, McNeill choked.

McNeil couldn't help but close his eyes, but the giant screamed and fell down.

McNeil opened his eyes, and a Death Eater dressed like him appeared at the entrance of the Latvian Ministry of Magic.

Relieved, McNeill turned around and tortured the unconscious troll with spells viciously. What is hateful is that when he was the executioner of the "Hazardous Creatures Disposal Committee", he did not accept the task of executing the troll, and did not chop off the troll's head Down, McNeill was upset.When his anger was almost gone, he quickly walked towards the person at the door.McNeil was just about to flatter and express his gratitude when the man nodded to him indifferently and walked back to the Ministry of Magic first.

The mouthful of beautiful words was useless, and McNeil followed in frustration.

The Latvian Ministry of Magic moved out of here three days ago and moved to the outskirts, away from the city, where it was occupied by giants and trolls.

The Ministry of Magic was dismantled by giants who had no appreciation for it, and there were piles of broken copper and iron discarded by giants everywhere; It disappeared in a blink of an eye; the chandelier above the head was smashed by the giant, leaving only a bare frame, and metal, glass and crystal shards were scattered on the ground.

The trolls were not allowed into the building by the giants, and the trolls could only camp outside the Ministry of Magic, wandering around, occasionally frightening a local wizard or two who surreptitiously checked out and were not well-informed.Most of the time, the trolls had nothing to do, and wandered around Riga when they had no missions. For these mindless creatures, as long as they were fed, any place would be a habitat.

The trolls' organized attack on Latvia, led by malicious operatives, gave the country overnight a taste of the pain that Liechtenstein suffered centuries ago.The first chief wizard of the International Federation of Wizards proposed the idea of ​​protecting trolls. Liechtenstein, which was infested by trolls one after another, was unable to resist. In order to retain the right to protect itself, Liechtenstein angrily broke away from the International Federation of Wizards and established itself.

Centuries later, the wizards of Latvia did not survive the attack of the trolls, and they chose to escape to seek refuge.The Ministry of Magic of Latvia is still organizing manpower to fight. The Ministry of Magic of neighboring countries has already sent additional manpower to the border areas and is ready to go. As long as Latvia asks them for help, these wizards will rush across the border as soon as possible and reach Riga to help Latvia regain the Ministry of Magic. .

Latvia has not yet made up its mind, the surrounding countries are watching, no, the entire wizarding world is waiting for the moment when Latvia's red flare rises into the sky.

After several consultations, the Fantastic Beasts Protection Organization of the International Federation of Wizards agreed that wizards can take special measures against trolls as a last resort—the meaning of "special", everyone understands.The chairman of the Latvian chapter smiled gratifiedly when the meeting results were finalized. He was glad that he lived in the twentieth century, and he was also glad that the chief wizard Albus Dumbledore was different from the first generation who strongly advocated the prohibition of hunting trolls. Supreme Chief Grand Wizard Pierre Bonacourd, Latvia is lucky not to become a second Liechtenstein.

Pulling away, let's turn our attention back to the Ministry of Magic of Latvia.

McNeil followed his companions into a meeting room of the Ministry of Magic. The meeting room decorated with ethnic characteristics had already changed beyond recognition, and the giants had built this place into a new cave home.All the tables and chairs were razed to the ground, there was no complete piece of glass on the windows, the giant even built a bonfire in the center of the meeting room, and the intricate painted ceiling on the ceiling was blackened by thick smoke.

The leader of the giant, Gao Gaoma, is burly and bloodthirsty. He has a face that always wears a cruel expression, black hair, black teeth, and the excited eyes before the killing ring will make a determined person sleep at night. have nightmares.At this moment, Gao Gaoma was comfortably lying on the big bed wrapped by sofa and curtains, holding a wine barrel looted from nowhere, and pouring wine rudely into his wide open mouth.His "throne" and clothes were soaked by the spilled wine, Gao Gaoma didn't feel it, or was indifferent.

The air was filled with the rich and seductive smell of high-end whiskey, and McNeill moved his nose jealously, extremely greedy.

"Old man, give me a taste!" McNeil bent down and rummaged in the garbage pile in the corner, and finally found a pen holder with a crack.

McNeill looked at the pen holder anxiously, looking around for a while but found nothing, and finally the Death Eater companion who saved his life helped him with the Clear Water as a Spring Curse.

McNeill was so grateful that he took a barrel full of flame whiskey from the high horse barrel with the pen holder in his hand.

Gao Gaoma thought that McNeill was too stingy, and such a small cup was not enjoyable at all. McNeill smiled and said nothing.McNeil and Gao Gaoma are old friends, the first and the younger hit it off because of a chance more than a year ago.They all like to watch the living life struggle to the end in their hands, and they also like to lose the consciousness of survival when the alive and kicking life is destroyed, which makes them feel very fulfilled.It can be said that the two are basically stinky.

McNeil downed a third in one breath, and contentedly held the cup to his companion, who shook his hand, rejecting his offer.

"I don't drink during working hours," said the companion.

McNeil didn't mind it, these decent people liked to put on a show, but McNeil had a good impression of this "gentleman" in front of him, so for the first time, he didn't criticize him in his stomach.There is another reason, this gentleman is now the "new favorite" of the mysterious man, and the veteran McNeill dare not offend.

"We're going to evacuate," said the waiter after McNeil had finished his pint of wine.

"Why? In a few days, Latvia will be in our pocket... Do you think those volatile goblins will tip off the outside?" McNeill thought that the goblins had done something bad.

"It's nothing to do with fairies, listen to me," said the gentleman. "You don't have to wait a few days. The coalition forces from Estonia and Lithuania will come in tonight, and you won't be able to leave if you want to."

"What did the lackeys of the old lunatic do?!" McNeil slammed the pen holder in his hand. "I knew the fools in the Order of the Phoenix liked to play dirty, just like that old madman!"

"This is not the UK. If we charge outside of the UK, we must consider retreating from the very beginning. Our enemies will become more and more numerous." The superior said calmly.

McNeil turned around and walked out, "I'll go and have a look!"

"I think you should stay and let's evacuate together." The superior suggested.

McNeill said arrogantly: "I don't want to run away in despair. I have to leave something in Latvia anyway. I can't let those wizards know me. At least the damn goblin can't do anything to me." He opened his mouth at the behemoth Yelling, "Hey! Old man, do you want to hang out with me?"

Gao Gaoma dropped the barrel and turned over to sit up.

When he stood up, he was like a moving mountain.

The superiors stood helplessly in the conference room, watching one big and one small hurried away, but the expression under the mask was inscrutable.

two,

Another piece of magic struck, earth-shattering, rocks splashed, and Pickup ran away with its head in its arms.

"Can you do it?!" Pika roared at the three wizards who were not doing their jobs.

The three wizards ignored it again, waiting for this wave of attacks to end, and calmly put away the armor spell.

Heimdall held up a metal rod of unknown purpose, poked it left and right in the air like a god, and then tapped on a small square-like thing after work was over, and the square screen kept flipping a row. Row numbers.

Most of the numbers are blurry, and the jump rate is extremely high, not stable enough.

"How is it?" Victor asked.

"We're still too far away." Heimdall shook his head.

The three wizards discussed and decided to push the base forward by more than ten meters.

The black horseman waited a little impatiently, and he could not bend his bow and shoot arrows to shoot Abu off the giant monster's shoulder. He was so irritated by the magic blast, so he stepped forward to understand their intentions, and he took up his bow and arrow decisively Going to walk around.

"Cross this street and you'll see the signboard of Gringotts in Riga." The centaur turned around and went into a dark alley to see if he could meet the lone troll.After being "bombarded" over and over again but unable to fight back, the black horsemen couldn't bear it long ago.

Seeing an awesome helper abandoning them, the president of Pickup was going crazy.

"What are you going to do?" Pika asked with red eyes.

"Don't worry, we have a sense of proportion, and we will never let magic hit you." Heimdall calmed down perfunctorily, and began to fiddle with his spell detector again.

The spell finder looked like a Muggle calculator, with rows of blank buttons showing no numbers or patterns, and a long, narrow screen scrolling different numbers under the probe of a metal rod.These numbers respectively represent the data of the spell, that is, the strength of the magic cast by Abu with the wand. Heimdall tries to judge the inner nature of the wand in Abu's hand based on the data.

"What are you going to do?" Pika asked tirelessly.

"I want to know what the magic wand in Abu's hand looks like, just put your heart in your stomach, I will definitely not let you out as bait..." Heimdall paused subtly, muttering to himself , "I don't need it yet..."

Pickup was stunned by his eyes, and he scrambled to hide behind Nulun.

Seeing that his cousin looked like a pitiful little boy, Nulun decided to stand up, "You have defeated Abu, and the wand will naturally fall into your hands. It doesn't take so much effort, does it?"

"That's it! That's it!" Pickup stuck his head out from behind Nulun and echoed.

Victor stared at the pickup, and the pickup shrank back in embarrassment.

"I want to know what kind of magic the goblin uses with a wand." Heimdall said seriously.

"Isn't it the same as a wizard?" Nulun opened his eyes wide.

"I don't know, that's why it's so hard."

Nulun thought for a while and expressed his understanding.

Pickup doesn't understand, and doesn't want to understand!Isn't it just a magic wand?trouble making!

"Don't forget that we still have business to do, you can't play around!" Pika put a high hat on Heimdall's head.

Heimdall asked leisurely, "What is our business?"

Pickup gave him a blank look, "You don't even remember yourself? Of course it was a meeting with a representative from Gringotts, Latvia."

"What's the representative's name?"

"Abu."

Heimdall pointed at the vicious elf wielding a wand, "Who is that person?"

"...Abu."

Heimdall said: "I clearly took the landmark meeting with representatives from Gringotts, Latvia seriously."

With tears streaming down his face, Pickup finally realized that he had put himself in it.Then it was blasted screaming by another wave of spells, and a third of the brick wall it used to hide was chipped away.

The three wizards discussed, it seems that they are too close, should we retreat a few meters, Pickup agrees with both hands and feet, and Heimdall said pleasantly: "The number doesn't move, this distance works!"

Pika thumped the ground and howled loudly.

"I see, stop playing, I know Abna's magic wand." Pickup almost collapsed.

The husband and wife both blamed it for not telling it earlier, but Bill was more honest and kept silent.

"Does it use a goblin wand?" Heimdall moved closer to Pickup.

Pika wiped his tears, "Strictly speaking, that's not an elf wand, the only magic product that can be called an elf wand nowadays is—" It suddenly stopped talking, with an annoyed expression on its face.

Nulun sighed in his heart. The cousin looked shrewd and capable, but in fact his psychological defense was very weak, and he could sell himself in a blink of an eye when he was weak.However, Nulun didn't block it at this critical moment, and Pickup had already slipped his words, and blocking it was a real guilty conscience.

"Go on, what is the only magic product that can be called a fairy wand?" Heimdall asked with a smile. "You can rest assured that when I submit the report, I will not include the name of the informer."

The pickup is in a mess, what does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot?This is!

It is said that all goblin wands were destroyed as early as the second goblin riot in the eighteenth century. Records show that at that time, the Ministry of Magic of various countries sent a large number of people to collect goblin wands and supervise the entire process of destruction. Since then, goblins are no longer allowed to make and use any wand.Pickup's leaked words are intriguing, and his endless words when he is in a state of confusion are more valuable than telling the truth after drinking.

Pickup came back to his senses and complained, "You are so insidious!"

Heimdall's question just now was: "Did it use a fairy wand?" Would a person who knew that the fairy wand no longer exist deliberately use such a questioning method?

"But it works." Heimdall smiled nonchalantly, then blinked vigorously, "Come on, come on, tell me, don't force me to torment you with extraordinary means, it's not easy to travel with a partner, I am very happy I don’t want to do anything to my own people.”

Who is your own person? !In the past, Pickup would have scoffed, but now there was nothing but fear.

Pickup turned to look at Newron, who nodded to him.

Pickup said helplessly: "Our wand is called Kai Kai. The wand in Abu's hand is made of Kai Kai's debris. It is said that it inherits Kai Kai's appearance, but the internal structure is another matter."

open up?What a nice name, especially for "oppressed" goblins.

"Wait, you said that your wand is called Pioneer, and Abu's one is based on the debris of Pioneer, so is the Pioneer wand still there?"

"The previous development is no longer there, and the current development is obtained through remediation after our ancestors fished out the stumped stick of pioneering from the brazier."

The goblins are really obsessed with the magic wand, and they do not hesitate to offend the wizard and secretly hide one.

"Is there anything else besides pioneering?" Heimdall asked.

Pickup's face changed, "Our wand makers have been driven out by wizards, our wand-making technology has been lost, we are forced to stay away from everything related to wands, and pretend that it never appeared, are you satisfied? Do you still want What are you asking?" At the end, he yelled with righteous indignation.

Heimdall said blankly: "That's a pity, but don't get angry at me. The goblin riots in history were initiated by wizards? The wizard used a magic wand to force the goblins to slaughter our own compatriots? Your 'martyrs' were" Did you think about today when you rose from the rebels? What you plant will bear the fruit, the winner will be the king and the loser will be the enemy. History is the result of the choice of the ancestors. If you want to blame, blame your martyrs who climbed up."

Pickup was speechless and depressed.

Heimdall said: "I will report about the opening of the wand, because in my wizard's opinion, with the first new opening, there will be a second, a third, a fourth, and countless more. Otherwise, where did the stick in Abu’s hand come from? We don’t want to see the third outbreak of goblin riots.”

The pickup was silent, and Heimdall knew that it had listened. As for its current mood, whether it was annoyed that it wanted to slap itself to death, or remorse after slapping several times, that had nothing to do with Heimdall.

Bill was still playing the "game" of throwing spells with Abu there. Abu's magic has a very big feature-flashy.It pursues grand scenes and gorgeous effects, and its lethality is not worth mentioning. All in all, it looks beautiful.It is estimated that these uninformed goblins are shocked by this sound and light effect, coupled with Abu's indiscriminate throwing skills, the goblins finally made up their minds to clean up the house.But in the end it was done in secret, because they didn't want to indirectly expose the new development wand.

"Bill, I'm sorry to trouble you." Heimdall hinted that Bill could make a quick decision, but in a blink of an eye he saw the master's dark little face.

Chairman Sturluson is inexplicable, what's wrong?

The master turned his head arrogantly.

Heimdall blinked his eyes a few times, racking his brains to no avail, alas, this man's heart is sometimes like an embroidery needle in the sea.

Mr. Chairman lowered his head to record the data on the detector.

Abu, who was facing him, suddenly burst into piercing screams, so severe that the two brothers, fairies hugged each other and shivered.

Abu and the troll fell to the ground at the same time without any suspense.

The wand in Abu's hand fell out, Victor quickly hooked his hand, and the wand landed on Heimdall's notebook in a blink of an eye.

Heimdall raised his head in a daze, and saw the flickering sullen pleading for praise on the master's face.

Bill couldn't help turning his head away to snigger.

At that moment, Chairman Sturlusson felt blessed, as if he understood something.

three,

"It's you!" The black horse man raised his bow and arrow ready to go, put down his hand in surprise.

The black cloak that suddenly appeared in the dark alley said: "If the giant you are looking for is Gao Gaoma, I have a piece of news for you. Gao Gaoma has rushed to the Gringotts Bank in Riga, and there is a murderer accompanying him."

The black cloak is the gentleman who was with Walton McNeil before.

The black horse man didn't take action immediately, he said calmly: "Actually, you have been keeping track of Gao Gaoma's whereabouts, why are you willing to tell me now?"

"Aren't you worried that what I said is false information? What if I am going to lure you into a trap?" the black cloak said.

"You don't need to wait until today if you want to kill me." The black horseman disagreed. "What about false information? At worst, I will die. I have no nostalgia for this world."

The black cloak was silent for a moment, "If you die, you can't take revenge."

The black horseman's expression was ferocious, and he quickly lost his emotions.

"Thank you for your information. If necessary, I will do my best to repay you." The black horseman promised.

"You go to Longtan alone, and you can't move the tall horse." The black cloak said.

The black horse man felt the concern of the other party, and smiled lightly, "I am not alone."

The black cloak thought for a while, "You mean you have a companion?"

"At first you asked me to wait in the greenhouse to wait for the news, but later you said that if you meet a suitable companion, you might as well go together." The black horse man thought deeply. "It feels like everything is in your hands, and you know what happened next?"

"I'm not that amazing, it's just a speculation. According to the actual situation, anyone can do it." The black cloak and the horseman said politely, "The representative of the International Wizarding Standards Committee didn't go back home. It surprised me a little bit, I thought those life-saving bureaucrats couldn't resist a little bit of intimidation."

The black horseman didn't quite understand what "bureaucrat" meant, but he understood the others.

"I don't think they will be frightened. They were scaring the goblins when I went out for a walk." The black horse man had a good impression of that group of people, and the two goblins, who seemed harsh and harsh, were not as difficult to get along with as they remembered.

"Fairy? That Abu?"

"It seems to be called that name."

The black cloak smiled softly, "It's really unexpected, I thought those representatives would be so shocked by the goblin using the wand that the crap would come out of them."

The black horse man laughed.

"Who is here?" The black cloak couldn't help but mutter to himself.

The black horse man heard his muttering, and kindly informed, "Three young wizards, and two goblins, one of them is dressed like you."

The black cloak was startled, dressed like me?Snape or Black?No, they don't seem to be young people anymore, could it be... the black cloak wondered, could it be Bill Weasley?It is said that he has been wandering in these countries recently.

"Is the wizard dressed like me wearing a pair of earrings?" This is Bill's signature look.

"That's right," the black horse man muttered again, "there is also a boy with blond hair and a boy with brown hair. The blond and brown hair are very close, and they both wear the same ring. The blond boy seems to be The decision maker in the team is really strange, he obviously looks the youngest..."

Blonde and brunette?the same ring?couple?

The black cloak frowned.