HP's Foreign Land

one,

The news of finding Dumbledore's burial place made Voldemort forget the stern provocation of the traitor Igor Karkaroff, and it also made him temporarily put down the death eater expeditionary force that he was proud of but in Durmstrang. The disastrous defeat of the defeated army, those are completely insignificant compared with the news that Dumbledore is indeed dead.

Oh, by the way, and the Potter boy, Voldemort's mouth twitched slightly.

For some unknown reason, Voldemort waved back a large number of Death Eaters who were crying and swearing to follow. Even Bellatrix, who volunteered, was rejected by Voldemort.The big devil stood alone in the back garden of the dilapidated Malfoy Manor due to no one taking care of him, meditating for a long time. He raised the wand in his hand. The cracks on the wand that could only be seen clearly through a magnifying glass made Voldemort look expressionless. There were hideous lines on the face.

He made a quick decision and set off for Godric's Hollow.

Godric's Valley is the No. 1 ideal retreat for the most respected wizards recorded in the International Secret Act. It is the resting place of wizards and celebrities, and it is also a holy place in the wizarding world. Bathilda Bagshot, the author of "History of Magic", lived in seclusion here in his later years; Bowman White, the inventor of the Golden Snitch, settled in Godric; it is also the birthplace of the great wizard Godric Gryffindor.

The cemetery in Godric's Hollow is littered with tombstones of ancient wizarding families, including the Peverells, who once held the Reaper's relic.Not only that, Albus Dumbledore's hometown is in Godric, and Harry Potter was born in Godric.

Voldemort rejected Godric's Hollow from the bottom of his heart. He used to be only one step away from the peak, but finally failed because of a little baby who couldn't resist. remember.Godric's Valley is the place of Voldemort's failure. The shadow in his heart is lingering. Voldemort hates Godric's Valley. The legendary wizard's sanctuary recorded the worst scene in his life.

But today he has to face the place where he failed again. Of course, he can not come, he can send his subordinates, just like before, to hand over the plausible news of Dumbledore's death to the Death Eaters to explore the truth.The problem was that the various abnormalities of the Elder Wand kept forcing Voldemort to cut the mess quickly. He wanted to confirm for himself that the old immortal was really dying. Such an urgency had never been stronger than today.

So here comes Voldemort, standing in the deserted street with a tense, menacing air in the air.Voldemort took a deep breath and sighed contentedly.His eyes moved to a crumbling house, which he recognized with delight. It was where the Potter boy had lived, where he had murdered the boy's parents.

Voldemort turned his head and walked in the direction he remembered.

Where is that old immortal's home?

Voldemort seemed to be walking in the courtyard, but he did not let down his vigilance.

He passed a cemetery, he walked through the cemetery, and backed away later.He shuttled among the tombstones, and his eyes swept over the great names that were familiar to everyone-these names did not cause a ripple in Voldemort's heart.He found a tombstone in the last row, a brand new stone carving, with a somewhat crude handwriting, and the name on it made Voldemort happy.

Albus Dumbledore

There is no date, no epitaph, only a lonely name.

Voldemort waved his wand, the tombstone was pulled out and fell aside, the carved stone slab lying flat on the ground shaped like a coffin was also pulled up and pushed aside, the soil was dug up, and the coffin buried deep in the ground was lifted up and exposed to the air.Voldemort's footsteps trembled unnoticed, and he approached slowly. He looked down at the crude coffin in front of him, as if he could see the scene of the hasty burial that day. The hand trembled a bit.

There are indications that Dumbledore is dead, and he must be dead, utterly dead, and gone to another world.

Voldemort no longer remembered the mood of opening presents on Christmas morning. If he had any memory, he felt that it should be at this time that there was such an uncontrollable joy in anticipation.Voldemort opened the coffin panels, which were empty.

empty?

empty!

Voldemort stood for another moment, then stepped back, and in a furious roar blew up the coffin, engulfing the fallen tombstone in flames.

He was fooled!Voldemort's chest rose and fell violently. He swung his wand wantonly, and the surrounding buildings collapsed under his explosion.The whole of Godric's Hollow was silent and crumbling, with living wizards shivering in corners or pretending to be dead.Voldemort's clamor resounded through the sky, making people shudder.

The whole street was instantly blazed with flames.

In the end, the Elder Wand stopped his madness - the crack on the wand widened again, Voldemort stopped his hand in shock, and deep tiredness came to his heart.He looked over the rickety tombstones, froze for a moment, and then walked to the one he hadn't noticed at first. The name on it was Ariana Dumbledore.Voldemort didn't care about the name of the owner of the tomb. A line of small words that were difficult to attract attention was engraved on the lower half of the tombstone, which successfully turned Voldemort's face from cloudy to sunny: May my soul be with Ariana - Albus Voldemort Thinking of something, he rudely opened Ariana's coffin.Voldemort disregarded the dignity of the dead, his eyes were only on the jar placed in the corner of the coffin.There was no writing on the jar, and Voldemort opened the jar... ashes?Voldemort subconsciously wanted to grab a handful, but changed his mind with disgust on his face. Although he was not sure, he believed it eight or nine out of ten in his heart.

"Nagini, is he dead? He won't come out and get in the way again?" Voldemort murmured.

Voldemort didn't mind Nagini's absence; he didn't expect a response in the first place.

Voldemort saw the wand in his hand, and a fire ignited in his chest.Dumbledore is dead, but the wand is still disobedient, what does this mean?

By whom did Dumbledore die?

Severus Snape!

Voldemort left the "urn" and hurried away.

After he left, wizards who "resurrected from the dead" rushed from all directions, the fire in the cemetery was quickly brought under control, and Godric's Valley instantly came alive.

"Damn you bastard!" Someone stood outside the devastated cemetery and cursed, still daring not to name them.

two,

Kenny was "dead", at least he was included in the death list by Voldemort. The news that Kenny threw his head and blood for the Dark Lord and died in a foreign land spread to the UK, but it failed to cause the big devil's thinking to slow down even for a second.The big devil was running for Dumbledore's life and death, and Kenny's death only made him feel a little pity. After all, it would be difficult to find such a sycophant lackey for a while, and Voldemort had no doubts about Kenny's loyalty.

Heimdall, who quit the "British Civil War" stage ahead of schedule, stayed in Durmstrang to help clean up the battlefield, took the repair task and jumped up and down the castle, and when he found the wrong magical weather, he volunteered to be a maintenance staff.Although this job is boring, he does it happily. Heimdall is very willing to contribute to the better tomorrow of his alma mater.

I don’t know that Robert Maroney, who is high and powerful, was not scared off by the vicious Death Eaters. On the contrary, he became more and more courageous. He rejected Heimdall’s several proposals to send him home and followed Heimdall’s ass Working as a follower in the back, he chattered and made noise all day long, and his son, who was four years younger than Heimdall, was even more noisy.

Thinking of his son, Heimdall speeded up the work at hand, finished renovating the inside and outside of the cafeteria, patched the cracks on the glass, and changed the weather today—hiding the bare ceiling in the golden-red sunset.After finishing all this, Heimdall put his hands behind his back, admiring his masterpiece, and compared the straw ceiling of the Hogwarts auditorium with the ceiling of Durmstrang canteen. No matter how you look at it, the architectural craftsmanship of the German school is better. Exquisite -- the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as your own grass nest!

After completing the task, Heimdall asked Hina to report the situation first, and said that she would go home after having a secret connection with Professor Snape. Just a little while.

After Hina left, Heimdall went to the principal's office to talk for a while. Karkaroff and Katenin sang and hinted at Heimdall that Durmstrang would issue a diploma to Grindelwald as appropriate, and also stated that This diploma is unique, provided that Grindelwald himself is rare.

Karkaroff's ability to say these words shows that he has obtained permission to issue a special graduation certificate through the discussion of the gallery of the sages and the principal.Heimdall believes that the concerns of the principals are not in the way, and Grindelwald will definitely appreciate it.

"Are you sure?" Karkaroff was not very at ease.

"Having a good relationship with his alma mater will help smooth the road to whitewashing in the future," Heimdall said.

Karkaroff felt that it made sense, so he calmed down.

Heimdall took advantage of the opportunity to say goodbye, but Karkaroff was a bit reluctant, and asked him to come back more often during the holidays, and Heimdall replied affirmatively.

When he left Durmstrang, Heimdall planned to start with the international police force, and let them find a way to arrange for the master and his cousin to be "dead in action" as soon as possible. Ke said good things, after the situation in the UK is brought out of order, Professor Dumbledore should give his cousin a graduation certificate for giving up his life. This request should not be too much, right?

Having chicken fried rice tonight, Heimdall was delighted to think about it.

It's a pity that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes after all.

three,

Snape was restless, and he couldn't explain why. It was not the first time that he felt like his stomach was inflated after eating too much Honeydukes snacks. The last time it happened was... Snape quickly waved away the image in his mind , On the one hand, I find it unlucky, on the other hand, I prevent myself from digging my own wounds.

The time for the meeting with Heimdall is approaching, and he is still wandering around in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts. Maybe he should postpone the meeting, but he doesn't want to delay the time for Heimdall to return home. He still insists on it as before Heimdall should leave England at once, far away, until peace really settles down here.

Snape turned around again, and suddenly felt that his unreasonable anxiety was very funny.Could it be that he is really old?So start looking forward and backward?As he walked out of the principal's office, the professor reminded himself that he could talk to Black about Rigg's problem—if they could face each other for more than a minute without incident.

They met in Knockturn Alley, the most dangerous place is the safest place. It sounds illogical, but it actually makes sense.After revealing Snape, he was striding among the broken bricks, his black wizard robe was raised behind him, the black fabric was swaying, and a dangerous uninvited guest sticking out his slender tongue followed him everywhere. The absent-minded professor said something I don't know.

They met outside the Borgin-Bock store, which had collapsed to the point that only a few brick walls remained.

"Krum will be there shortly," said the professor.

"After we meet with you, we will take our children and leave the UK temporarily with our family." Heimdall smiled.

The professor tried to raise the corner of his mouth, but it was not very successful: "Don't feel as if you have betrayed us. England has nothing to do with you. You shouldn't have come here in the first place."

Heimdall nodded, "I underestimated the threat of the mysterious man, and overestimated my own ability. I wanted to use the vanity of Britain's war to make contributions so that I could not see those terrible weaknesses." He sighed as he spoke. "I thought I could handle it just fine."

"You did manage well," Snape had to admit.

"I haven't slept well for several nights. I am not only worried that I will be exposed, but also the safety of my relatives and friends. In fact, everyone in my family wants me to leave. At the beginning, no one expected that the old house of Stulusson would be invaded. I don’t think I can go on my own way anymore. Mionier suffered a lot in England, and I should do something for my children. Durmstrang and his party are an excellent time to get out, but fortunately I seized it.”

"I'm glad you finally figured it out." Snape curled up the corners of his mouth, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Do you think I've been asking for trouble?"

Snape didn't speak, looking at his expression, he seemed to agree with Heimdall's self-screaming.

Heimdall grinned and said, "Draco is crazy about graduation certificates, and it seems that he won't be able to get them for a while."

"Malfoy's grades have always been good, and his troubles are not a problem at all." The professor almost despised the young master for being mediocre.

"Actually, you can tell him that earlier." Heimdall hesitated.

"why?"

"...you are the Head of Slytherin."

"No, I'm the principal."

Heimdall was speechless, the professor still lacked the consciousness of teaching and educating people.

The next second, Heimdall suddenly changed his expression.

"What's the matter?" Snape was puzzled, and at the same time turned to follow Heimdall's gaze.

A dark shadow is slowly moving in the dusty ruins.

Snape gasped for breath, Nagini? !

"Severus, I really didn't expect it." Voldemort's sneer sounded from far to near, Snape turned his head as the sound approached, and the angry howl of Avada Kedavra sounded, and Snape's face was quickly approached green light illuminated.

"No!" A short growl flashed past his ears.

The moment Snape pulled out his wand, a purple-red light shot out first, and collided with Voldemort's Killing Curse. The two magical lights converged between the two, fighting, fighting, and fighting.Voldemort was amazed by the power of the opponent's magic. His eyes sharpened, and the green light suddenly expanded, advancing inch by inch towards the purple-red light. Heimdall gritted his teeth to resist, and the purple-red light gradually delayed the erosion of the green light, slowly forming a counterweight. Potential.

Voldemort was furious, and the terrible magical power rose rapidly. Heimdall clenched his molars and used all his strength to resist the opponent's powerful momentum. Then, he was shocked to find that the tip of the wand began to crumble. At first, it was just a little bit. Melted, and soon turned into flakes.Heimdall's wand was like an overwhelmed beam. Under the impact of a huge spell, it collapsed because it exceeded its own bearing capacity.

"No, no, no..." Heimdall begged in his heart. "Don't give up, don't leave me, please..."

The Killing Curse stabbed Heimdall like a god of death wielding a sickle. The wand was torn apart in the burst of green light, and the unarmed Heimdall's mind went blank.One second before the green light touched his body, that is, at the same time when the wand shattered, a gray-white barrier emerged out of thin air to block him, and the invincible green light shivered for a moment. Did not notice this detail.

Green light sank into Heimdall's chest, and a shrill scream came from somewhere far away.

"Owner!"

Seems like Hina, next he doesn't know anything.

The contest between Heimdall and Voldemort was fleeting, the professor refocused in the blinding light, his breathing almost stopped - the broken wand was scattered all over, and Heimdall lay on the ground with an ashen face.

Finally, the little bastard who got in the way was dealt with, only Voldemort knew that he won this round was not easy.The destruction of the Horcrux weakened his strength, and the Elder Wand greatly increased his magic output. Next, as long as the traitor Snape was killed, the ownership of the Elder Wand would no longer be disputed.

Voldemort pointed his wand at Snape, who was jumping at Heimdall, and the professor was very decisive-Apparition.

Facing the empty street, Voldemort finally lowered his arms with a grim expression on his face.

four,

Snape's face was as bloodless as the person in his arms, and the apparition under Six Gods brought them to the vicinity of Grimmer Square. The professor judged that this place might not be safe anymore, so he calmed down and transferred again. The location is the new residence built by the Weasleys by the sea-the Shell Cottage, which is also the newly developed stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix.

Snape didn't expect that he came here on his own initiative. His feet were sunken in the soft white sand. He had never hated the difficult beach as much as today. He hurried along, his steps unusually steady and neat.

He didn't dare to test the breath or heartbeat in his arms until now, facing the dazzling eyes, Snape's palms were full of sweat.

"Severus?" Molly was the first to spot them, and her gaze shifted from Snape's face to Heimdall's. She was puzzled for a moment, and then snapped from Snape's extremely unnatural expression. He couldn't figure out what happened, and immediately rushed over with a big face change.

"Oh, my Merlin, my Merlin...Rig...how could..." Molly tried to reach out, but Snape blocked it.

"He's all right, nothing will happen!" Snape said sternly.

Molly's eyes turned red immediately.

Then, people rushed out of the house one after another, Arthur, the twins, Bill, Fleur, and Sirius and Lupine who were going to see them off later...

Sirius stood there blankly, unable to believe and unwilling to believe, he stared at Snape striding forward without saying a word, and passed him by.

The big guys frantically ushered Snape into Shell Cottage, Sirius turned around, with his back to the light, and a shadow fell in front of him.

About ten meters away from the shell hut, there was a person standing.

To be precise, he is not human.

Because we can't pinpoint exactly what he is, let's call him a human being.

He was an oriental man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a Muggle hospital gown, standing there helplessly.

If people could see him, they would be confused by his confusion.

Not long after, before he could figure out the ins and outs, another group of people arrived.

He felt that he might know these foreigners, and though he couldn't name them, he felt a rush of eagerness when they approached.One of the tall figures made him blush for no reason, wow, he said to himself, wow.But now he couldn't touch anything, he could only watch those people whom he felt inexplicably kind hurried past him and ran towards that beautiful little house.

Didn't I die on the hospital bed?He was puzzled, where is this?

Who are these foreigners?

There was a heavy breathing sound behind him, and he turned around, startled.

A scrawny horse?The head does not look like a horse, and I don't know what it looks like. This horse-like creature is completely black, with a pair of bat-like wings on its back, and a long tail behind it.Those silver-white eyes without pupils stared at him, and he couldn't help taking three steps backward.

"Scared me to death..." He stroked his chest.

【You are already dead. 】

"Horses can talk?!" he screamed.

The talking horse yelled louder than him, flapped its wings, raised its hooves and shouted, 【Ghost! ! ! ] "..."

Dodoma's observation diary, the content is as follows——

No one dared to move until Master Weasley stepped forward and said, not breathing.

No one speaks.

Master Victor pushed away Master Weasley, he wouldn't allow anyone to touch the little master, and his hostile eyes swept over the English wizards, not letting any one go.

Hina screams the impossibility, insisting that the little master still has a heartbeat.

Yes, the little master still has a heartbeat.

Only the heartbeat, and very faintly.

Those of the Order of the Phoenix left soon, and they were about to usher in the final battle of life and death.

Master Snape said that he would not run away, nor would he be greedy for life and fear death. He would avenge his little master and pay for his life with his life.Master Sirius' eyes were dull, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Master Victor said that if they died, the little master would be sad when he woke up--Master Victor himself didn't really care about the life and death of these English wizards.

The owner's hands were shaking badly, and it took him a long time to finally light the pipe. He said, take Rigg and let's go home.