HP's Foreign Land

Under the escort of the police force under the International Wizengamot, they left the gloomy forest smoothly, and the border town surrounded by mountains and rivers was within easy reach. The sunny weather and beautiful scenery washed away the dust and dust of the stars and the moon, and the group was exhausted physically and mentally. The little face gradually became rosy, and the procrastinating steps became lighter.

Everyone was talking about the end of the suffering, but it was too early to rejoice. Seeing that they were about to enter the town, they were blocked by three wizards wearing patrol robes.

"Registration?" Charlie, who led the team, could never have imagined that there would be such a problem. The big cities before were not as strict as here.

Seeing that the expressions of the three blocking wizards were getting worse and worse, and the doubts in their eyes were getting deeper and deeper, Charlie and Lupine looked at each other, and they both saw the puzzlement in each other's eyes.

"Excuse me, how do I register? Lupine asked questions on behalf of Charlie.

The three patrolmen had a good impression of the good-natured Lupine, so they temporarily put aside their glaring King Kong-like airs and said a few simple words.

"Quidditch team entry registration?" Lupine hadn't finished speaking when a scream came from behind the team.

"Here we come--" a fat man ran forward with sweat profusely, "I said, why do you walk so fast, and tell you to wait for me!" He said and gave Lupine a complaining look.

Lupine and Charlie were dazed and unmoved.Lupine apologized vaguely, the fat man waved his hand indifferently, and then smiled courteously at the wizard patrol who blocked the way.

The fat man took out the parchment in his hand and handed it to the patrolman. He might think they were very suspicious. He squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while. The fat man looked back inexplicably. The patrolman gradually lost his suspicion, took the parchment and read it Eyes, and then asked the fat man to sign.

Lupine caught sight of Fatty writing on the record: Flamingo Trains; Coach's for Victor Krum.

Lupine raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The patrolmen waved their hands, and the team, which pretended to be a flamingo train team, entered the town smoothly.

The fat man flirted with the patrols for a while before returning to the front of the line with a smile on his face.

"This small town will hold the Southeastern European Amateur Quidditch Tournament next week. These days, the inspection is relatively strict. You don't have to worry too much. We will notify your contacts and we will be able to join your people by tomorrow night at the latest." Fatty changed from his previous frivolity and flattery, and said calmly.

Charlie thanked him. He wanted to ask the other party's name, but quickly changed his mind. Now is not the time to make friends.

"You will stay at the hotel reserved by the Flamingo Train Team. Tomorrow, the Flamingo Train Team will start practicing on the arena. Don't come out. The real Flamingo Train Team will go to the arena for practice."

A group of people came to the door of the hotel, and the fat man pushed the door open with a cheerful smile, and immediately became one with the wizards in the store. As one of the local snakes, the fat man knows every corner of the town like a treasure.

After arranging the group of people, the fat man turned and left the hotel. Ten minutes later, he walked into a bar and asked for a glass of flame whiskey directly from the bar owner. gone.

The fat man closed the door, walked quickly to the cabinet next to the single sofa, picked up the pipe on the table, pinched the shredded tobacco in it, took a while to light it, and took a few puffs.After taking a few puffs of cigarettes, the fat man drank the whiskey in the glass, put the glass on the cabinet, walked up the stairs on the far right of the room, and came to the second floor.

The stairs opened onto a narrow passage, and there were three rooms upstairs, one on each side, and one at the end of the passage.

The fat man came to the room on the right, raised his eyes to look at the deer head nailed above the door frame, and stared straight at everyone who came in and out of the door with his lifeless jet-black eyes, the fat man made a grimace.

He opened the door, took another breath, greeted in fluent Bulgarian, and then went straight to the huge fish tank, threw some blood-stained minced meat into it, and watched with a smile as the gemstone thunder dragon fish in the water fought into groups.

After entertaining myself for a while, but still seeing no response from the man, the fat man surrendered, "Are you so calm? Don't you ask me about my progress?"

Standing in front of the window, Victor didn't look back, and looked directly at the charming scenery outside the window, thinking that he must bring Heimdall over next time.It wasn't until the fat man repeated it tirelessly that he came to his senses from the memory, and decided to take care of it mercifully.

"Since you are interested in feeding the fish, there must be no problem. You are the local snake here, and no one will buy you." Victor said absent-mindedly.

"You're welcome, my name is limited, but your name, Victor Krum, is more useful. It's unimpeded and invincible." The fat man fell down on the sofa and smoked.

"I'm leaving." Victor didn't talk nonsense with him, and picked up the cloak on the side and put it on his body.

The fat man jumped up, "I worked so hard for you, you don't even treat me to a meal?!"

"Didn't you volunteer?" Victor glanced at him.

The fat man stopped talking, with a face full of humiliation.Krum did not humbly ask him for help back then, he was the one who was in a hurry to take over the business. Thinking of this, the fat man's dark fleshy face twitched.

"Where are you going?" The fat man asked unwillingly.

"To meet the real flamingo train team, as their temporary foreign teacher, you must take on the responsibility of coaching." Victor walked towards the door without looking back.

The fat man pouted and fell back on the sofa.

Victor walked to the door and turned his head, "I'll bring Rigg over in a while, please be sure to show me your respect."

The fat man sucked a few puffs on his cigarette, smiling all over his face.

No organized group wants to see itself pushed into a passive situation, and the Death Eaters were no exception.Although the Death Eaters' overseas associations are not directly initiated and governed by the Dark Lord, the spirit of committing crimes must be highly consistent with that of the central government, even if there are no conditions to create conditions.Otherwise, the Dark Lord would not mind making them criminals himself.

The Death Eaters that Charlie and Lupine encountered were just outposts. After being arranged by someone with a heart in the Death Eaters team, there was a group of reinforcements just in case.It's a pity that the latter group arrived later than expected, and they failed to defend after all. The first group was wiped out before they could last.

So the latter group felt something was wrong as soon as they entered the camp. It was so empty that they couldn't even see a mouse.The wizard's tent, cooking utensils, and the lit bonfire were still there, but there were no people, not only the Death Eaters, but even the rebels of the Order of the Phoenix disappeared.

Anyone who has watched movies and TV to this point must feel that this scene is like a horror movie. After a series of vivid brain supplements, eight or nine out of ten will retreat.But this group of Death Eaters who came later couldn't do that. With the Dark Lord, the consequences of getting cold feet were more unimaginable than fighting each other.

The younger members of the second group of Death Eaters grasped their wands tightly, swallowed their throats, and tremblingly followed at the end of the group, their eyes glanced wildly from time to time, they could jump high with a slight movement, and they kept shouting.If you really are not afraid of opponents like gods, you are afraid of teammates like pigs.

"Shut up!" The cadres in the team issued a vicious warning.

The young men fell silent in horror.

The glaring cadre approached the leading brother in front of the team, "What do you think?"

The elder brother who took the lead said flatly: "I sent someone to investigate before entering the camp, and there is no one here."

The cadre scolded his mother in his heart, why didn't he say it earlier? !There was no disrespect on his face. The leader was sent by England. He was said to be one of the Dark Lord's confidantes. He couldn't tear himself apart. The next plan would depend on this one.

The elder brother who took the lead said again, "Let them separate, one group of people stay here, and the others disperse to search around the camp, and tell them not to startle them if they find anything."

The cadres quickly arranged, but saw the leading brother walking out, and hurriedly followed, "Aren't you staying in the camp?"

"I have to go around and report when I return to the UK." The leading brother was very frank.

But the cadres don't accept this. When the lead brother parachuted to their overseas Death Eaters gathering place, the cadre also received another order from the top Death Eaters in the UK, asking him to keep an eye on the lead brother no matter what.The Dark Lord had taken the Big Brother's word for his unwavering allegiance, but the other Death Eaters who boasted of their loyalty didn't see it that way.

He summoned three Death Eaters and whispered, "Follow up, keep an eye on it, and don't expose yourself no matter what happens."

Heimdall felt Peter flipping over and over like a pancake, raised his hand and slapped the back of his head.

"do not move!"

Peter didn't move, and after a while he twisted like a cramp.

"Don't blame me for being rude!" Heimdall issued an ultimatum.

Peter looked depressed, he likes to take the initiative to attack, and the ambush does not match his temperament.

Seeing his arm that was bitten by the werewolf, Heimdall asked concerned, "Does the arm still hurt?"

Peter waved his hand indifferently.

Heimdall and Lupine separated after a quick meeting. From the way Lupine hesitated to speak, it was obvious that he really wanted to talk to himself, and Heimdall was no exception, but everyone knew it was not the time. Being able to simply greet each other, pass a few tacit glances, and embark on a different path with regret.

Seeing his serious face, Peter pouted and moved closer, "Kiss me and I won't hurt."

Pushed away by Heimdall with a slap, "I don't want to learn anything, I have to follow those wretched uncles."

Peter still kept moving forward.

Just as Heimdall was about to hold him down, a trace of excitement flashed across Peter's face, "Here we come!" His nose was more recognizable than those of them who could see it with their eyes.

Peter was eager to try it, but suddenly his face collapsed, and he muttered angrily, "Why did you suddenly change the route?"

At the same time, Heimdall's Xiaoqiang troops reported back that the ambush at the other end had already started.Peter twisted even more violently, as if there were needles on the ground, and questioned Heimdall's luck in drawing lots when demarcating the ambush site.

"Okay, okay, you go." Heimdall waved his hands with a headache.

Peter was about to agree, but hesitated again, "What should you do?"

"I can take care of myself, so I'm still alive and kicking without you?! Not to mention my little strongmen, who can't beat or run."

Peter swallowed his reassurance, and repeatedly told him not to be brave when he lay down here, his tone was the same as telling a child not to pick up and eat things on the ground, and instead of looking at Mrs. Stuluson's darkened face, he turned around and walked away refreshed. Go to the colorful auspicious clouds, be his big boss from heaven, and go to the glorious scourge of killing the Death Eaters-beating Su Yi, a fighting madman.

He was the only one left in the next four weeks. Heimdall believed that there would be no Death Eaters who didn't have eyes to come here, and probably went to the other side to support them like them.In the next instant, the God of Destiny laughed loudly at his composure, and a man in a Death Eater robe slowly walked into his field of vision—Li Xiaoge Hei raised his middle finger in his heart, it has reached this stage. The Death Eater must be a rookie who hasn't gone to the encounter to make a contribution for himself.

Heimdall's mind turned quickly, and he decided to sneak attack.

He sent Captain Xiaoqiang from behind the Death Eaters to cooperate with him to create a sneak attack opportunity and let them divert the Death Eaters' attention.At first everything went smoothly, until Captain Xiaoqiang reported back that there were other Death Eaters around, Heimdall hurriedly crawled back honestly, thinking about the long term.

After waiting for a while, Heimdall became puzzled when the other few were not exposed.Shouldn't it be a bodyguard?Where are Death Eaters protecting Death Eaters?Judging from the information sent back by Xiaoqiang, those three people came after the rookie. Could it be that they were fighting in the nest?But he didn't see them fighting after waiting for a long time, and his confidence began to waver, so he decided to try it himself.

Perhaps somewhat influenced by Peter, who has well-developed limbs and a simple mind, Director Strulusson's blood was soaring unknowingly, and he even had the urge to try.

Director Strulusson thought that standing up would be easily attacked by the other three, so he decided to follow Peter's lead in melee combat.He commanded Xiaoqiang's troops to make some commotions from time to time, which attracted the rookie's attention. The rookie took the bait, but he acted very cautiously.The Xiaoqiangs continued their efforts, and the rookie finally came to the place where Heimdall was lying in ambush.

10、9、8、7、6、5……

At the moment of 1, Heimdall jumped out of the bushes half as tall as a person, strangled the opponent's neck and dragged him to the ground forcefully. He had learned this trick for a long time, and was thrown countless times With the results of today's one-shot kill.

Of course, the rookie would not sit still and struggle hard. Heimdall found that there was a gap in height between the two, and the opponent was actually quite strong. His advantage of surprise was gradually resolved by the opponent.It is a relief that the three who followed have not appeared until now.

Heimdall suppressed his doubts, exerted all his strength, and fought with the rookie with all his strength.

Until the other party's suppressed surprise reached his ears, "Rig?"

Li Xiaoge · Bai Jiahei was frustrated and bent forward in an instant, and the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple!

Heimdall was about to let go, rookie, no, Severus Snape's urgent voice came into his ears again, "Someone is following me, don't let go, pretend we're wrestling. They won't jump out and interfere, Maybe I wish I had no bones left in action."

Professor, you are so miserable...

Heimdall groaned twice symbolically, pretending to be hit by a heavy punch, followed by a shrill cry of pain.

Snape really wanted to remind him not to get too involved in the drama, otherwise it would be easy to self-defeating.

Snape knocked the man out with a beautiful back fall, and Heimdall "fell" to the ground in embarrassment; but Snape didn't feel complacent for long, Heimdall swept him to the ground with a kick.The two huddled together again.

"What's going on?" Heimdall took the opportunity to ask.

"It's hard to say." Snape "broke free" and pointed his wand at the people on the ground.The speed of pulling out the wand seemed a bit slow, and the person on the ground took the opportunity to raise the wand, and the two immediately formed a silent confrontation.

The cruel competition of life and death is about to start... two triggers... three triggers... It seems that it can't be triggered.The eyes of the three stalking and focusing were blurred, and the two of them still lived without you.

After receiving Captain Xiaoqiang's call for help, the big BOSS who came back to rescue him and stepped on colorful auspicious clouds fell from the sky. Before he could put on a pose, the police forces who settled the ambush came one after another.

When the seven stun spells were projected from different directions, Snape felt a kind of hard-won relief—even if it was only temporary, he would cherish it from the bottom of his heart—before he closed his eyes, he saw Heimdall full of guilt eyes.

Why do you want to feel guilty?Snape tried to reassure him that you're doing well, and his lips twitched before losing consciousness.

The three Death Eaters stalked the police force and fled the moment they appeared. After going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers--so they said, they finally returned to the base.They truthfully reported the situation of stalking to their superiors, and of course it was inevitable to add fuel and vinegar to show off their ego, which was basically what they saw with their own eyes.

Three days later, when the British Dark Lord, who was becoming more and more impatient, asked about the progress abroad again, he heard from his faltering subordinates that Snape was captured by a group of wizards who looked like a police force—the police force under the IW and the International Police Force The robes are not the same - and the message of life and death.The Death Eaters cadres who had been feuding with Snape for a long time fell into trouble one after another. Unfortunately, they underestimated the Dark Lord's incomprehensible way of thinking. .

As always, though they writhed in pain at the Dark Lord's feet, they dared not speak of their pain.

Snape saw himself still wearing Hogwarts robes lying under a tall plane tree, holding "Different Potions Emphasis in Asia, Europe, and Africa" ​​in his hand.

It was pitch black all around.

The sound of footsteps was like a long hook that opened the curtain. When the background was lit up, students of different grades who were wearing Hogwarts robes like him were bustling around, and the whole picture became vivid and vivid in an instant.

Snape saw that he was motionless, his eyes were glued to the paper, he didn't have time to analyze whether he was really so stupid at the time, his young self raised his eyes without warning.Snape was astonished to think that he could see himself, and the familiar voice floated, so he was as stupid as his young self.

The two tried their best to suppress the eagerness in their eyes, watching the beautiful figure approaching like ordinary people, and beckoning to the young him friendly, and then drifting away, walking out of the path, out of the picture, out of life.

Even if the past was ashes, even if his age had more than tripled, facing Lily Evans, Severus Snape still habitually buried his thoughts deeply, even in a dream.

Of course Snape knew he was dreaming, and this uncontrollable feeling was anything but a dream, and it was so far removed from his younger self.

"Severus." Someone whispered in his ear unexpectedly.

The young Snape screamed in fright, and the professor here snorted helplessly, thinking to himself, everyone has a youthful time when they can't hold back, and Professor Snape, who is always nicknamed by students behind his back, doesn't exception.Thankfully the students couldn't see him like this anyway.

And Ivy, my dear friend...Professor Snape's expression has softened just like his young self-if the current students see it, they will shout inconceivably.No matter what those people think of Ivy, no matter what she does, how selfish, how vicious, how she slanders her, how she criticizes her, even if she turns into a snake-haired Medusa, Professor Snape is still firm Unwaveringly thinking that she is beautiful and kind... The professor must also admit that she is slightly worse than Lily.

"I've seen it all." Ivy looked around and sat on the ground next to him, which was quite different from the ladylike demeanor she usually worked hard to create.

The young Snape remained silent, his eyes glued to the book again.

Ivy took out the brick book in his hand, "It was such a good opportunity just now, why didn't you mention it to Evans?"

Snape snatched back the book and patted it on, "She has agreed to go to Hogsmeade with Potter."

Ivy stared, "How do you know?"

Snape shot her a gloomy look.

Ivy sighed when she saw it, and said lonely, "You are better than me, you can still say hello and talk, I dare not even look at him more, and you know how much he hates Slytherin."

Snape saw that his friend's eyes were a little red, and he patted her shoulder awkwardly.

Ivy allowed herself to be quiet for a while, wiped her eyes, and waved her hands as if waving something away, "Christmas is coming soon, don't disappoint."

Snape was silent.

"I hate Potter more and more now." Ivy said angrily.

Snape was puzzled, "What's the matter with him? Last time you took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him, didn't you have a good conversation?" James Potter was not as cynical as Sirius, and he was from the same school. Where to go.

"I thought that approaching Potter would make Sirius look at me a few times, but who knew it would have no effect at all." Ivy was very annoyed.

"You just forget about Black, you like Potter, he is more reliable than your Sirius."

I probably didn't expect Snape to make such a joke. In shame, Ivy grabbed a brick and was about to throw it at him, but Snape surrendered decisively. Can that thing greet him?The two of you chased me and started fighting.

On the other side, Professor Snape stared blankly, his eyes moistened for a while, he took a deep breath, and suppressed this sudden vulnerability.

Tired of chasing and fighting, Ivy held Brick and pulled Snape back, "Don't mention Potter to me, he took your sweetheart and my sweetheart at the same time, we have to fight against each other."

Snape couldn't help but laugh.

Ivy said again, "You go to Hogsmeade Village with us, if Potter and the others make trouble for you again, I will let Lucius fix them!"

Snape smiled.

The picture was pulled away from his eyes following the footsteps of the two, and Professor Snape fell into darkness again. He tried to catch up with his young self, but his feet were empty and he fell.

Snape opened his eyes, and the first thing that came into sight was a half-open window, the pattering light rain swayed through the glass, and occasionally a few petals would seep through and fall on the window sill, there was a figure from the back who was busy with something with his head down in front of the window .Snape squinted his eyes to get a better look, and a relieved voice sounded in his ear.

"You finally woke up."

Snape turned his head, "...Lucius?" The blankness on his face was inadvertently concealed.

Lucius Malfoy, who was sitting on the chair, raised the corners of his mouth, "It's time to keep that annoying high fever away from you."

Snape turned his head, closed his eyes, pieced together everything before he passed out, otherwise his mind was a mess, he let out a breath.

"How long have I been lying down?"

"Three days."

Snape opened his eyes abruptly, tried to lift the quilt, but was stopped by Lucius.

"I've been in a coma for three days, what's the use of being anxious?"

Snape frowned, rubbed his swollen temples and thought for a while, then lay back obediently.

"Is Rigg all right?" Snape asked.

"Very good," Lucius couldn't help laughing when he heard his nephew's name. "Before I came in to see you, he and his friends were actively making arrangements for dinner."

Snape, infected by his mood, relaxed.

"What is this place?" Snape asked again.

It wasn't Lucius who answered him, but the wizard standing in front of the window when he opened his eyes and saw only his back. At this time, the wizard had turned around.

"This is the counterpart hotel under the Quidditch League, and all the people coming and going are insiders, and there will be no leaks."

"You are..." Snape felt that this person looked familiar, but his slow brain restricted his ability to think.

Someone knocked on the door, then pushed the door open and poked his head in. It was Heimdall.

"Professor, is the professor awake?" When his eyes met Snape's, he couldn't help but smile.

Lange smiled at the window, "The professor is very happy to tell you that the professor is awake."

Lange turned to Snape and said, "I've admired you for a long time, Professor Snape. I'm Andrew Lange."

Snape's notoriously cold expression was tinged with gentleness, "We have known each other for a long time, Professor Lange."

The two potions professors smiled at each other.

"I've come to inform you that dinner is ready." Heimdall turned and left the room, and soon came in with a tray, grinning, "I'll leave it for Professor Snape to feed."

Snape: "..."