HP's Foreign Land

[Boy of the Krum family, take a break, this kind of aimless search is a waste of time. 】The black cat twitched its tail, and the end of its tail slapped Victor on the face. [Hey, don't pretend you didn't hear! 】Victor stopped abruptly, and an animal on his shoulder was almost thrown flying because of his sudden stop.

【You deliberately find trouble, right? 】The black cat yelled at him for vengeance and narrow-mindedness.

"You talk a lot." Victor's jaw tightened, and his tone was a little...impatient.

[I call it seizing the opportunity! 】

"Does Rigg know you can talk?"

[I didn't speak, I was communicating with you with my thoughts. 】The black cat quickly replied. 【I'm Rigg's pet, how could he not know. ] "That means you are safe?" Victor frowned.

The black cat jumped back from his shoulders to the ground. [I said boy, I advise you to quickly take back that thought, you won't be able to touch me. 】It stared at Victor fiercely, and the violet pupils emitted a strange light. It was a kind of uncomfortable, transparent eyes, as if everything was seen through.

Victor looked at it blankly for a while, then turned around and continued searching.

【That's right, I'm Rigg's pet, and he should decide what to do with me. It's best if you understand this. 】The corners of Victor's eyes twitched slightly, he turned around abruptly, and a flash of anger flashed in his dark pupils. "Don't just peep into other people's thoughts. Did Rieger let you look at it so casually?"

[Unfortunately, no. 】The black cat stepped forward. [Rig is my master, we are permanently connected, I can't see his thoughts, only a temporary connection can be done.That's why I say, seize the opportunity. 】It jumped up and down, and then jumped onto Victor's shoulder and nestled down again. [Guy of the Krum family, don't worry, this kind of communication is only temporary, because you don't have the blood of the Sturluson family. ] "That means your 'Instinct' is flawed," Victor said slowly. "However, as an animal, your performance has already surprised me. You are the first and only cat I know that has this ability."

As if he didn't hear his sarcasm, the black cat was still lying comfortably on its stomach, motionless. [To tell you the truth, it is really convenient to know this thing. Although you can't get the effect on your own master, you can get unexpected gains from others. ] Victor ignores its self-showing.

[By the way, does Rieg know? 】The black cat said in an ordinary tone.

Victor looked ahead: "Know what?"

【That dream you had!Or do you not intend to let him know, oh, yes, human beings are such troubles...] The black cat asked the question knowingly, with its eyes wide open, looking extremely innocent. [But I think this dream is very interesting, you really decided to cover it and keep it in your heart? 】Victor turned his head and stared at it, with veins popping out of his forehead.

[Getting unexpected gains from others - how about it?Is it convenient? 】The black cat moaned, full of gloating.

Victor closed his eyes in frustration and let out a deep breath.

***

Greece, a hotel, inside a greenhouse.

"Are you kidding?!" Bernick finally erupted after hearing Mr. Montana's suggestion to go back to the hotel for a cup of coffee. "The two missing people are my brothers and blood relatives. As a family member, I am already anxious enough, but you, the special investigator of the Ministry of Magic, instead of actively looking for it, what are you going to drink... what coffee?" Krum was furious. The second son of the family pointed at each other's nose and growled loudly.

Montana, unimpressed, shrugged. "Since you don't want to go to the store, please ask one of you to buy me a drink."

"You..." Bernick couldn't believe his ears.

"I'm going to buy it! I'm going to buy it!" Duncan tried his best to smooth things over, not wanting to make the situation worse. Things are bad enough, and they must not let another situation happen here.Pull away the old friend who has already clenched his fist. "How many drinks do you want?" He looked at the investigator.

"A cup will do, thank you."

Duncan pulled Bernick aside, whispered a few words of comfort, and then ran out of the greenhouse.

The atmosphere in the greenhouse is a bit stiff.Bernick didn't want to see the investigator who had accomplished nothing, so he quickly turned his back to restrain his emotions.

The investigator sat on the floor when he was tired from squatting, took out a handkerchief and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. "It takes time to judge the result." Mr. Montana looked up at Bernick. "No matter how anxious you are, it won't help."

Bernick didn't believe his words: "What I see is that you are doing nothing here, just standing there dumbfounded."

Mr. Montana put his handkerchief away again. "I'm waiting for your cousin's next move."

"What do you mean?"

"Can't he Apparate?" Montana took out his pocket watch and looked at it. "I waited for almost half an hour, but he didn't come back. That is to say: one, he decided to act on his own, so he didn't come back; two, he went to a place where he couldn't apparate. Maybe the situation is one of them, maybe two All kinds."

Bernick stared: "Why didn't you think of this earlier? Now let's make an afterthought!"

"Because that should be my job, your cousin is just incidental." Montana said helplessly. "I never imagined that it would lead to this outcome."

Bernick snorted coldly: "Are you so confident in your ability to work?"

"Quick, quick! Here, here!" Duncan yelled from far to near, and after a while, he rushed into the greenhouse with a cup of coffee in his hand.

What surprised Bernick was that there was a group of strangers behind him, wearing the same uniform robes as Roussey Montana, with a calm demeanor and a calm demeanor.A tall and thin man walking at the end was holding a wand, and the tip of the wand continuously spewed a translucent rope-like mist, and the mist stretched outwards, and the other end of the rope was tied to an old man with a gloomy face and a sullen face.The old man was very uncooperative when he dragged his feet. He walked so slowly that he was almost being pulled by the fog rope.

"Everyone is..." Bernick asked blankly.

"Mr. Crumb," said Montana. "I have a lot of confidence in the members of my mission team."

As soon as the words were finished, the tall and thin man waved his wand, and the old man was pulled by the rope, and the whole person "flyed" to Montana, and almost fell over.

"When I came in, I found this guy looking here furtively, and I caught him before he slipped away." The tall and thin man mentioned it lightly.

Montana took the coffee offered by Duncan calmly, took a sip, and then handed the cup back.

The old man lying on the ground pouted his mouth desperately, trying to spit out the grass that he accidentally ate in his mouth.

Montana took out a book from his robe pocket. The cover of the book depicted the rose eagle coat of arms of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. "Has Turgovi, originally from Romania, was wanted by the Romanian Ministry of Magic for selling dragon eggs in 74. After escaping from abroad, he began to wander in Eastern European countries. In 82, he escaped the last hunt and fled to Bulgaria. Since then, his whereabouts are unknown. .”

From the moment he heard his name, the old man's spine began to tremble.Different from the past, this time the special commissioners came prepared, and lay in ambush here for several days, waiting for them to throw themselves into the trap—unfortunately, it was too late to realize.

Montana closed the notebook and looked down at the old man on the ground: "Mr. Turgovi, where have you made your fortune in recent years?"

The old man kept silent, his eyeballs were twitching in his sockets, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that the old man was stubborn and full of thoughts.

"Well, your way of making money is your privacy, and spying on other people's privacy is not within the scope of work of our special commissioner of the accident and disaster department."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief quietly, but Montana's next words brought back his unrelenting heart.

"This is within the scope of the work of the interrogation department of the Law Enforcement Department, and we should not compete with them for jobs."

The old man was still very calm. Although he was afraid, he just didn't speak.

Montana beckoned to Duncan, using his usual movements to numb the old man's perception. Taking advantage of the old man's unpreparedness, he quickly gave a colleague a wink.The man silently took out a small bottle, then squatted down and opened the old man's mouth with lightning speed, and poured all the medicine in the bottle into it.The old man couldn't resist under this person's skillful technique, and swallowed everything in his mouth.

The potion took effect very quickly, the old man's eyes appeared lax, and his facial expression also showed signs of relaxation.No matter how strong his defensive heart is, he is no match for being suddenly forced down a whole bottle of Veritaserum.

"Let's cut to the chase," Montana said, sipping his coffee. "Is the Portkey in the Haystack your masterpiece?"

"No."

"Have you ever used it?"

"used."

"When did you start using it?"

"It's been in use since about 86."

"Who set this Portkey?"

"I do not know."

"Does Veritaserum really work?" Bernic couldn't help interjecting.

"It works." The old man replied, under the effect of the potion, he had to answer truthfully all the questions he heard.

Montana thought for a moment, then asked, "Where does the Portkey lead to? Romania?"

"On the other side of the Portkey is the Isle of Dusk. Not Romania."

Montana paused, and he yelled, "Say it again!"

"On the other side of the Portkey is the Isle of Dusk. Not Romania."

Montana threw away the cup in his hand with a snap. He stood up and said loudly to the team members, "Go and inform the Greek Ministry of Magic that two people have strayed into the Isle of Twilight. Please cooperate with the search and rescue."

The special commissioner team acted quickly, and the old man was quickly taken away.

"Did I hear you right?" Duncan said flusteredly. "Island of Twilight? Is that the island of death where the survival rate is less than 10%?"

Montana sighed. "This old guy has been messing with Tenglong's things for a long time, so I thought this portkey was connected to the Romanian dragon's lair, but I didn't expect it to be the old den of the Chimera..." He cursed himself in Bulgarian.

Bernick said dryly: "It's the same thing, the dragon's den and the beast's den are the same."

***

The Island of Twilight at the same moment.

[This forest is weird.It made me feel bad.Hello!Why do not you speak? 】 Noisy cat.

[I talked to you kindly, but you still scold me? 】

"Why are you not in a hurry?" Victor finally roared unbearably. "Nearly two hours have passed, and we haven't even seen Rigg! Aren't you worried about your master?"

[To be honest, I'm not in a hurry. 】Before the irritable boy in front of him swallowed it alive, the black cat continued: 【He is still alive and well, he should be alive and kicking. ] "How are you sure?"

【Because I'm still alive. 】

Victor stared at it without saying a word, then he turned his eyes away and walked forward.

【etc! 】It suddenly yelled.

Victor stopped for a moment. "What did you find?"

The black cat on the shoulder stood up, stuck its head out and sniffed the air carefully for a long time. [There is a magic reaction in the direction of the right hand, go and see it! ] Once the target is determined, it commands Victor grandiosely.

Victor quickly ran in the direction it pointed. Five minutes later, he stopped in front of a stone monument.Without Rigg, there wasn't even a fly, so it was a waste of time.

The black cat jumped off his shoulders and looked closely at the steles. [The magic reaction comes from these stone tablets. 】Victor kicked the towering tree severely: "Damn it!" He cursed in a low voice.

【What are these things for?What does the pattern above mean? 】The black cat tilted its head. [Hey, Krum kid, can you understand the writing on it? 】Victor leaned against the tree trunk and bowed his head in silence, as if thinking about something, and ignored the black cat's question.

【Hello!I ask you something! 】The black cat meowed in dissatisfaction.

Victor glanced at it copiously. "A pet should be like a pet, and an animal that is too aggressive will not be lovable." He said slowly.

[I'm not a pet! 】

"Didn't you say you were Rigg's pet pod?"

【Yes, but I am not the kind of pet you mentioned...】

"That would be even more unbearable." Victor said indifferently. "Without the self-awareness of being a pet and making good decisions in everything, keeping it by your side is nothing more than a disaster, and it will do all kinds of harm to the owner." He played with the wand in his hand and whispered: "What's the use of raising you?"

A chill ran up the black cat's back.It circled him around, finally stopping five paces away, crouching and staring at him.

【Are you Victor Krum? 】

Victor smiled, without a hint of a smile in his eyes: "You haven't figured out who I am after a long time?"

[Because you give me a different feeling. 】The black cat wanted to study him in depth, but found that it could not penetrate deeper into the other party's thinking. Instead, it was surrounded by many chaotic thoughts. Before being drowned by those thoughts, it had to withdraw quickly.

The black cat thought angrily: Kid Krum found that Occlumency didn't work on it, so he did the opposite, trying to fill his mind with some messy things to prevent it from prying into his brain.

What a scheming boy!It had to give up peeping at him.

"A person can never have only one side." Victor told it indifferently. "You probably don't understand this." He squinted at it.

Kid, laugh at it? !The black cat became even more angry.

[Do you know how Rigg sees you? 】The black cat wants to win the round.

Victor raised his eyebrows. "Integrity, kindness, calmness, patience... probably this kind of very positive." He smiled, this time sincerely.

【You are not afraid of me telling him, in fact, you are a cunning, cunning, vengeful, impatient, crafty and tricky person! ] "It's so serious, you are too subjective." Victor said lightly. "I also said that it is impossible for a person to have only one side. Besides, if that time really comes," he smiled leisurely. "You said, will he believe you or me?"

The black cat was speechless, and it wasn't his words and smile that frightened it, but those cold, deep pupils.

[Okay, kid from the Krum family,] It didn't take long for the black cat to finally respond. [No matter who he will trust, you should trust me right now, because I feel a strong wave of magic, and this time I'm sure it's Rieg. ] It jumped onto Victor's shoulder. [So, take back what you just said about the harm and the harm but no benefit! ] It screamed loudly in his head to save his dignity.