HP's Foreign Land

one,

If there are security guards guarding the gate outside the gathering place for wandering wizards in Liechtenstein, they may be suspicious of the sneaky black cloaks who frequently come and go here, and they will inevitably stop and check.Fortunately, there are many shameless and suspicious people in the place where wandering wizards gather. The black cloak is only one in a thousand, and the second-hand dealers see it as their ability to pay.

The aforementioned black cloak is Heimdall who stayed alone for three days.

After parting with Adam Krause, who was suspected of being cuckolded that day, Heimdall spent two days sorting out the results of the past few days, and the results of his work were affirmed by Justice Leeds.Heimdall bid farewell to the International Wizengamot for a while and returned to school to follow the rules. He planned to spend the weekend with his husband and son, which met Mionnier's various expectations, and the family of three had a pleasant weekend.

Early on Monday morning, Heimdall walked into the International Wizengamot again, and had an hour-long closed-door conversation with Justice Leeds.After that, Heimdall pretended to forget to contact the international police force, and sneaked into the gathering place of wandering wizards in Liechtenstein alone.

This time, there was no aboveboard record, no representation of any official organization, and no greeting to local snakes.

In the past three days of squatting operations, I have roughly figured out the work and rest of the gathering place, and obtained new information from the temptation of fake buyers. The gathering place of wandering wizards in Liechtenstein is not as harmonious as it seems.The veil of camouflage is only unveiled in the early hours of the morning before dawn - during the two hours from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am, the form is similar to a ghost market in the black market, and the whole process is forbidden. Sellers are not allowed to use any means that can generate light sources. Customers bring their own flashlights - fluorescent flashes.

On the fourth day, Heimdall finished all the review lessons in school in a proper manner, and together with Carlo, he used the self-study time to race against the clock. He picked up his son from the Potions professor before dinner, and read a chapter to his son as agreed. Last weekend I bought a new children's story book and had dinner with my son.

Victor returns to the school, handing over to Heimdall.

"Where is Rigg going?" Mionier asked worriedly.

Heimdall buttoned up his robe, turned around and said, "Mionir go to bed early, Dad has something to go out for a while."

"Do you want to make up lessons?" Baby Xiaomi learned about the strengths and weaknesses of Xiaobaba's homework from the chats of the professors.

"It's not a make-up class. I can see my father when I open my eyes tomorrow morning." Heimdall promised.

"Don't Mionnier like Big Daddy?" Victor interrupted bitterly.

Mionier immediately grabbed Victor's wrist like a dog.

"Hurry up and take a shower, don't you want to play with the new toys?" Heimdall said.

Mionir was quickly attracted by the new toy, and ran into the bathroom with a smile on his face, beckoning to Hina to put his new toy in the bathtub.

The couple looked away.

Victor took the black cloak from Heimdall and put it on for him.

"Be careful and come back early." The master asked worriedly.

Heimdall hugged the master's neck and kissed his lips. Victor's tongue swept over Heimdall's teeth, gently entwining his lips and tongue. Their kiss was lingering and delicate.Just a kiss, Victor nibbled on Heimdall's neck, and then patted Heimdall's butt slightly harder.

"Go!"

Heimdall's small eyes were very seductive, he deliberately teased the master, turned around and left.Originally, this set of movements was quite arrogant and chic, but in the end, he stumbled and stumbled, and before he could scream, he fell into the mud with a plop.The master was dumbfounded and caught off guard.The sound of Heimdall falling was loud, and the master was startled, and he hurried forward to help him.

Mionir in the bathroom heard the movement and looked out curiously.

Heimdall got up in embarrassment, swept back, and Little Bread let go of his trouser legs in a panic.No wonder it stumbles, as juvenile Chimeramon are stronger than adults.

Little Bread knew that he had made a mistake, so he quickly hid behind Pod who advised him.Little Bread's full moon is as tall as the pod, and hiding behind the pod is simply deceiving.

Heimdall shook his head at Victor, dumbfounded, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it's just a shock."

Wearing a lot of clothes in winter, coupled with the carpet under his feet, Heimdall was not prepared at all when he fell down, but he didn't hurt his muscles and bones.

The master heaved a sigh of relief, and his eyes on Little Bread eased a lot.

Heimdall simply sat on the ground and ticked his fingers at the bun.

Little Bread slowly arched over, and was hugged as soon as he touched Heimdall's side, Little Bread seized the opportunity to roll around and beg for forgiveness.

"Why did you bite my trouser leg?" Heimdall seemed to ask Little Bread, but his eyes fell on Pod.

[She wants to go with you. ] Pod said.

Heimdall was a little surprised.

Little Bread suddenly calmed down and looked at Heimdall eagerly. The big Shuiling eyes almost made Heimdall faint.

Heimdall coughed pretendingly, "No."

Little Bread's eyes suddenly darkened, and Little Papa's heart twitched when he saw it.

"It's not to play, no way." Little Papa was cruel.

[Didn't you go to the gathering place of wandering wizards?Bringing a chimera and a distinctive black cat will be very helpful for the smooth development of the operation. ]

After all, Dou Pod, who put gold on her body, found a reason that she thought was perfect to go out for a walk, and the bun was carried by Dou Pod to increase the chips.

Heimdall looked at the master with deep meaning, and the master was puzzled by his gaze.

Looking at the trembling buns, Heimdall's heart softened instantly. He hugged the buns, ignored the pods, said goodbye to the master twice, and went straight to the door.

Doudou let out a sharp meow, and rushed out like an arrow off the string.

two,

Mrs. Joss is one of the regular stall owners in the wandering wizard gathering place in Liechtenstein. She is already an old lady with two-thirds less hair than before. Her white hair is neatly coiled behind her head into a small helmet shape.I like bright fabrics and shiny accessories, but the real upper body is either black or gray. When I am in a good mood, I can at most add a dark necklace that I don’t know what to use. Dressing is very simple, and overall it is more suitable for wandering A low-key code for wizards.

Mrs. Joss was a rare person in the gathering place who clearly remembered that this was the fourth time Heimdall had stepped here.The reason is simple, Heimdall spent at her stall for three consecutive days.

Wandering wizards usually don't take the initiative to ask about things other than transactions. First, they are out of prudent considerations; second, they don't want to cause trouble for themselves.

Mrs. Joss is undoubtedly a cautious person, otherwise she would not have reached the retirement age in this position.But women, no matter how tight-lipped they are, they can't help gossip once or twice. Mrs. Joss got impulsive when Heimdall came to search in front of her booth for the fourth time.

"What exactly are you looking for?"

"There was nothing," Heimdall said. "I want to see something new."

Mrs. Joss moved a bit on the wizard chessboard, muttered, "What a perfect move", and then sat down on the opposite chair smartly and replied cursingly, moving the chess pieces angrily.

Doudou looked at it curiously for a while, but soon lost interest.Mrs. Joss is a rotten chess basket.

Heimdall thought she was just asking casually, but after a while Mrs. Joss said, "There will be a surprise tonight."

"night market?"

"You know? That's easy," said Mrs. Joss absently.

In fact, she revealed it to herself.Heimdall smiled and bought three poisonous tentacle seeds.

An elf with a rope wrapped around his waist flew out and asked him for money. Two black eyes with no pupils stared at Heimdall, which made people feel terrified.

"Is there anything different tonight?" Heimdall handed over the money and collected the seeds.

Mrs. Joss was still muttering, Heimdall asked again, raising her voice deliberately, Mrs. Joss was still the same.

Heimdall paused for a moment, looking around.

[The old woman did it on purpose! ] The pod cat fights against injustice.

The elf didn't go back immediately after collecting the money, flapping its wings and circling the pod with great interest, kicking the pod with its tiny feet from time to time, the pod stretched out its claws, but the elf nimbly avoided it.After molesting Pod, the elf flew back contentedly, causing Pod to meow angrily.

[As hateful as that old woman! ]

Heimdall was too busy looking for it to comfort it.

He found a bundle of ordinary-looking poisonous candles from a pile of tattered baskets, "How much?"

Mrs. Joss said: "There will be mobile vendors after three o'clock tonight."

Heimdall paid.

Pod asked incredulously, [How do you know what she's up to? ]

"The way of doing business is the same all over the world." The old lady's methods are not new, and Judge Sturluson did not fool people a lot when he was working in Knockturn Alley.

[profiteer! ] The pod complained angrily.

three,

The stalls of wandering wizards in Liechtenstein closed after 6:[-] p.m., and the stall owners rushed in and out, waving their wands around to collect the displayed items, and when everything was in order inside, they knocked on the door outside, and the entire stall was surrounded by cloth from all directions. The veil is wrapped and gathered, and this is considered to be finished.

Mrs. Joss has the same rhythm as everyone else, but the speed is faster, and she is going to go home before 6 o'clock.

Carrying the silver-rimmed cage containing the elves, she moved slowly towards the exit.

Heimdall sat cross-legged in the old place, with the pod lying on his lap, watching the stall owners pass away one by one in boredom.There is no shortage of sharp-eyed people in the wandering wizard industry. Heimdall is holding a small bread that has never shown his face in his cloak. When these stall owners pass by him, they will suddenly slow down and cast a casual glance, as if they are estimating What.

Heimdall, who was wearing a cloak and hat, lowered his face and remained motionless, as if under a freezing spell.

The gathering place of wandering wizards gradually became deserted, and the golden-red afterglow of the setting sun hit the ground through the broken glass windows. All kinds of reflections danced with weird limbs, teeth and claws, and then they were forced back by the footsteps of the night.

Heimdall took out the dry food and fed the bean pods and the buns, and the buns, which had nestled for several hours, finally broke free from the shackles of the cloak and played happily on the ground.

Probably Heimdall's earlier warnings had an effect. The quick-eyed Little Bread rushed back to Heimdall's embrace as soon as he heard the strange sound, and squeezed into the cloak vigorously.Heimdall patted its butt funny, adjusted its posture and hugged it.

The pod cat napping on his lap opened its eyes and saw a huge black monster—the sound of clicking and opening and closing echoed in its ears. At first it got used to it and didn't take it seriously. After it realized that this was not Durmstrang He jumped up suddenly, arched his back and let out a series of sharp hisses, trying to intimidate the opponent.

Heimdall embraced the pod with one hand, raised his wand with the other, and Bun, who also felt the tense atmosphere, was gearing up in the cloak.

Someone yelled not far away, and the huge monster that was close at hand retracted its creepy pincers, turned around and crawled away.

When the huge monster could no longer be seen, Pod breathed a sigh of relief, [I thought it was Xiao Ba at first. ]

The sudden behemoth is an eight-eyed spider with strange proportions.

Heimdall was also a little frightened. After he bid farewell to Hogwarts, he rarely had close eye-to-eye contact with eight-eyed spiders other than Little Eight.

[I guess that the reason why the eight-eyed spider didn't attack us immediately may be because it sensed the breath of the same kind. ] The pod cat analyzed.

"I hope it feels threatened by me." Heimdall doesn't want to "eat soft food" anymore.

Originally, because of Toffee's high aura, she escaped in various ways, but now she even wants to be exposed to the light of the underage Xiao Ba, Xiao Baba's self-esteem was once again hit by knowing.

Doudou glanced at him, that small look... don't mention it.

Xiao Papa hypnotized herself to have the mind of a prime minister.

"The eight-eyed spider is not very friendly." Heimdall muttered.

This is the urination that a fierce beast should have, Doudou complained about his whimsy.

"And it's big." Heimdall continued to mutter without hindrance.

[Should not be an adult,] Dou Pod has come to show off his inner nature of a schoolmaster again. [The pair of eyes on the pliers are not yet fully developed. I noticed that one of them is not opened. It is estimated to be younger than Xiaoba's age. The reason for its large size is that it is a female. ]

There are many examples of females and males in the animal world, and eight-eyed spiders are one of them.However, the growth period of male eight eyes is longer than that of females, so adult males are mostly larger than females.The eight-eyed patriarch in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest is the largest eight-eyed patriarch Heimdall has ever seen. Presumably, the size of the eight-eyed prince will not embarrass the patriarch in the future.

Little Baba's brain supplementing activity came to an abrupt end, "...I'll tell Xiao Ba a date, would Xiao Ba be willing?"

[You worried a little earlier, Xiao Ba is not yet Sichun's age. ] Pods disagree.

Little Baba gave up thinking, "I don't think so, that little daughter-in-law is so fierce, our little Baba is so cute, I want to find a gentle and soft girl, like our little bun."

In short, there is no best for my son and daughter, only better.

Doudou didn't bother to remind him that the bun was basically insulated from "gentleness". Of course, judging by a Chimera, the bun was considered gentle, depending on what it was compared with.

One person, one cat, and in a blink of an eye, saw a few wizards squatting beside them, surrounded by bright fluorescent lights, their eyes staring straight under the pale light, one person, one cat, and one trembling.

What's going on? !

"Is this a Chimera?" One of them couldn't hide his excitement.

Little Bread stuck his head out of his cloak, and although he retracted it quickly, these wandering wizards had been in contact with banned animals for a long time, and they could be identified just by their outlines.

"Make an offer!" Some people act first.

Some people refused to be fooled, "Take it out and see, you can't take sick leave!"

While someone was yelling to take it out, someone was raising the price on their own, and the scene was in full swing for a while.

"Do not sell!"

There was silence all around.

Most of the wandering wizards didn't bother, and most of the crowd dispersed after a while, and a few unwilling ones still kept their eyes on, trying to peek at the truth through the dark gaps in the cloaks.Fortunately, Xiao Papa is a male, otherwise he wouldn't be able to bear being stared at his chest like this.

"The wandering wizard is coming!" Such a shout broke out in the distance.

The wizards around Heimdall sighed unwillingly at the same time, stomped their feet for the last time, let go of their insistence, and rushed towards the source of the sound.

The wizards in Liechtenstein's wandering wizards' gathering place don't care whether they call themselves wandering wizards, although they do do this business. After a few days of exploration in Heimdall, they found that it is better to call it a wandering wizard's pension than a wandering wizard's gathering place.The real wandering wizards are retail and wholesale personnel who occasionally wander in the ghost market. These people go to and from various wandering wizard gathering places, reselling items to each other, and most of the customers are other wandering wizards.

To put it bluntly, it is a supplier of wandering wizards, and the flower peacock Luc Junker relied on this to accumulate fame before he grew up.

Heimdall hesitated to squeeze over to have a look. Not long after, the people blocking the passage retreated to the sides spontaneously. In the completely dark market, a figure came from far to near with the sound of chirping.A lamp flickered not far away, and the outline of the light became clear. Heimdall saw a person walking slowly in front, followed by three wheelbarrows. With magic, driven forward by invisible power.

The items in the wheelbarrow are clearly marked, and the goods without price tags must be discussed with the owner of the wheelbarrow. If you take it without authorization, you will be responsible for the consequences.Commodities without a price tag are usually equated with priceless treasures. Wandering wizards generally use them as treasures in their stores to attract customers, and they will not actually sell them.

The three wheelbarrows slid and slid to a halt in front of Heimdall, and the broken glass lamp hanging in mid-air shook for a moment, illuminating the surroundings vaguely.

Heimdall looked up, only seeing the black cloak and hat, presumably the other party saw him the same way.

The wandering wizard dropped a small blackboard, and the white chalk automatically left a line of words on the blackboard.

Heimdall squinted his eyes for a long time: I want that Chimera beast, and I want to make an offer

This trick is awesome, without even saying a word, the concealment is too good.

Heimdall waved his wand, leaving golden and red words in the air: Not for sale!

The wandering wizard paused, and the words on the blackboard changed: Change

The golden and red words in the sky also changed: No

Blackboard: What Fantastic Beast do you need?

Gold letter: I don't need Fantastic Beasts.

Blackboard: I can get anything other than Fantastic Beasts!

Gold and red letters: There is currently no demand.

Blackboard is still not giving up: open a condition

The golden and red characters faded from the sky, and the surrounding area became pitch black again.

The wizards onlookers scratched their heads, you don't need us, we have it!

With a "meow", the wandering wizard who was wondering about Heimdall's sudden disappearance noticed a cat squatting at his feet with a piece of paper in its mouth.The wandering wizard bent down and met the eyes of the black cat. Surprised by the humanity of the black cat's gaze, he hesitated a little and took the note.

After the two publicly replied to each other, they started the rhythm of private messages.

After reading the note, the wandering wizard didn't say anything, and led the unicycle team away to continue tonight's sales activities.

The black cloak on the ground still sat there until the onlookers couldn't bear their loneliness and dispersed one after another.

Heimdall cannot take his dependence on Luc Juncker for granted, although Juncker has always been helpful; Captain Hu Noor is even more insecure, wearing the hat of the police force cannot go deep into the tiger's den, and it may even bring about counterproductive effects.

After thinking about it, I decided to take the initiative.

He wrote this on the note: I need a guide who can take me smoothly into other wandering wizard gathering places without causing trouble.

four,

"Miss Misna, your letter."

Misna, who was in high spirits, stopped, took the letter from the diligent wizard, and threw it away with a smile. If there was any frivolity, the young man who sent the letter blushed instantly, and watched Misna go away helplessly.

Half an hour later, Misna, who went to work to pass the time, stormed into her fiancé's office aggressively, and said to Adam who was standing in front of the cabinet, "Why did you ask me to transfer?"

Adam turned his head, "Because you have made no achievements in your original position."

Misna stared in surprise as if seeing an alien creature, "Aren't all the wives of the Klaus family like this?"

Isn't this what the Klaus family requires of their daughter-in-law?Going to work is to create a good reputation of being approachable, and the ability to work is ignored, and it doesn't matter if you have a vase.

"You've gone a little too far lately," Adam hinted.

Misna didn't take it seriously, "Did you know me on the first day?"

It's agreed to act on the occasion, and each will do his own thing?

"I'm not blocking your 'hobbies', but please restrain yourself if necessary." Adam said.

It's as if you keep yourself clean and pure!

Misna sneered at Adam's hypocrisy. After all, she was afraid of the relationship between the two of them, so she didn't confront each other, so she agreed. When she turned around and left, Adam said to her: "Don't forget the meeting held in the International Federation of Wizards tomorrow daytime." Meeting, as an assistant to the president of the Liechtenstein chapter, please don't embarrass our country."

Misna rolled her eyes with her back turned to Adam, and angrily reprimanded the innocent house elf who was waiting by her, before striding away.

Adam Cross gave her no pleasure, and sooner or later she reciprocated.

Walking halfway, I suddenly thought of my current boyfriend who worked in the wizarding sports department, and immediately looked for him happily.

The next day, Renate Misna sat in a large conference room with the representatives of European countries attending the meeting in the building of the International Federation of Wizards. keep it up.

When the chairman of the Finnish branch stood up to speak, the drowsy Misna's eyes lit up, she propped her chin and glanced up and down greedily and scored in her heart. Hit the foot.

In his speech, the chairman of the Finnish branch proposed that in order to make more wizards pay attention to the Quidditch European Cup, once Finland is confirmed to host the European Cup, Mr. Victor Krum, a world-renowned ball seeker, will be invited to be the next Quidditch Ambassador of the European Cup.

Next, Viktor, who has confirmed to join the Finnish campaign team, walked to the rostrum amid applause from everyone.

Misna, who was slumped on the chair, suddenly straightened her back.