HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 643 Gant and Fiona

After Heimdall left the Horntail Dragon's room, Victor threw off the quilt and went to the sofa in front of the window to sit down.

Every day I lie down and my bones hurt, but Heimdall can’t help being worried, as if he is trying to show his strength by picking up the drinking cup on the bedside table. He once tried to communicate on this issue, but later found that "patients should be like patients". Rigg felt more at ease than being brave, and he couldn't even say "no" when he was stared at by those blue eyes for more than half a minute, so he always pretended to be weak.

But Master Krum had to admit that it felt much better than the never-said complaints--if he wanted to--and he had to admit that it was nice to depend on Rig once in a while.Although such a grown-up person still needs to be fed, it feels a bit degraded, but compared to the wholeheartedness felt at the moment of being fed, what is "degeneration"? !

He tried to turn his neck and pull the scar on his back while stretching his arms. The heart-pounding pain suddenly spread all over his body. He clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and his muscles tensed. It took a while for the pain to fade away.

Victor knew that he was getting weaker day by day.

[Ms. Adriana Anselm] The Horntail on the door opened the door while reporting the name of the visitor.

Victor's female assistant walked into the ward, and the door closed behind her.

Victor said to the Horntail, "Please don't let anyone in for the next hour."

[Including therapists and nurses? 】

"If you can stop it."

[To be honest, I don’t have this feature in my function, because there is a rule in the treatment center that therapists and nurses have the right to blow up any door that refuses to cooperate, but I can stop the nurses, I mean try to stop . ] Victor smiled shortly, "You are really understanding."

Horntail seemed to be satisfied with Victor's evaluation, curled up again and seemed to be deaf and dumb.

Quiet in the room.

Assistant Anselm looked at Victor's face, "Boss, I think you should lie on the bed now instead of tossing your leg muscles."

Victor was massaging his legs, but he ignored the assistant's words.

"The plan has changed. Tomorrow morning, you will convey the news to Frank Faure that I am going to fire him." Victor's tone was a little more ruthless.

"You want to fire him?!" Assistant Anselm looked surprised. "Then the lines we established through him before, and the clues we obtained through him are likely to be wasted because of your sudden whim!"

Assistant Anselm did not agree with Victor's decision, and even regarded it as a "whim".

"Don't forget, more than half of those plausible clues are just our conjectures, and no conclusive evidence has been obtained." Having said this, Victor's expression and tone changed softly, and he said: "Rig asked me to Fire him, I agree."

"Oh, that's another matter." Assistant Anselm didn't bother anymore, but whenever Mr. Strulusson was involved, his boss's thinking changed from Qianmo Traffic to Central Avenue.

"Rig left just now because of Frank Fall." Victor said and looked at Assistant Anselm. "Did you hide something from me? Rieger is not an unreasonable person. It can be seen that he doesn't appreciate or even hate Fore. What did Fore do to him?"

"I just don't want you to worry when you're sick..." Assistant Anselm paused under Victor's gaze, and paused. She told the old Mrs. Krum to be instigated by Frank Faure in the aisle in public. The matter of cursing Heimdall was told.

Victor muttered something in Bulgarian, cursed a few damn words, covered his face with his hands in self-blame and annoyance.

"Just now, I really should have persuaded Rieg to find a chance to kill him." Victor whispered. "But it doesn't matter, there are opportunities..."

Assistant Anselm didn't change his face, as if he didn't hear anything.

"I'm very angry now." Even so, Victor's expression didn't change significantly.

Assistant Anselm began to feel uneasy, "Forgive me, I won't make my own decisions anymore."

"This is not an example," Victor said.

Assistant Anselm nodded.

"What activities has he been doing recently?" Victor suddenly said without thinking.

Assistant Anselm knew that he was referring to Frank, "No, since your grandmother publicly announced that she would leave the land south of the Rhodope Mountains to you... well, that is, the young master, Frank's activities seem to have decreased gone."

"It must have been paid by those unknown people. It must have been quite a lot. Not only did it pay off part of the debt, but it also allowed him to continue to engage in his hard-to-give up hobby." Victor sneered. "It's a pity that grandma is sometimes confused, but she is not stupid. As long as she is alive, she will keep those vault keys hidden tightly. Even if those guys break into Gringotts Bank in Bulgaria a hundred times Not getting what they want."

Victor vaguely knew the reason why Gringotts Bank was robbed last time. Those people probably wanted the map of the southern mountainous area. It was not easy for Frank Fall to get the number plate of the vault where the ancient map of the Southern Rhodope Mountains was stored, but he was defeated by Under the superb metallurgical technology of the goblins.

Before his grandfather died, he kept what he considered most important in the Special Vault, one of the most heavily guarded areas of Gringotts in Bulgaria.Those guys couldn't open the vault door, and they couldn't even overcome the carved cast iron magic fence that blocked the outermost layer.

Although Frank Faure is greedy and vain, he cherishes life more and refuses to work for them any more. Otherwise, without Heimdall, Victor would have gotten rid of him long ago.Originally, I wanted to keep this person to catch the big fish in the back, but now it seems that I shouldn't keep tigers as trouble.

"You really don't think that group of people are saints?" Assistant Anselm couldn't understand the boss' insistence. "Those people have the obvious outward features of a saint."

"You mean clothes and symbols?" Victor disagreed. "It couldn't be easier to imitate those, and now no real saints will come forward and accuse them of stealing the saints' marks and destroying the reputation of the saints."

Assistant Anselm laughed at the imagination his words created.

"But there is no guarantee that no real saints will participate," Victor's voice sank. "I have been studying saints since I was 11 years old, studying their behavior patterns, their attire, their communication codes, and their beliefs through various available books, newspapers, documents, and even fabricated novels. The group of saints 50 years ago is like goblins in the garden to me. I can clearly tell which holes in the ground are made by them, what they look like, and what kind of fruit they like, but it is There's no way to kill them all. I'm too familiar with the Saints, the group that Frank Fore came into contact with... at least the leaders, not the Saints, who are more thoughtful and stricter, more brutal when necessary, not irritated by milk As pesky, indecent, and topsy-turvy as the stinger."

"The leader is different," Assistant Anselm said.

"That's right," Victor sighed even though he was reluctant to mention the name, "There is only one Gellert Grindelwald out of Europa."

The assistant said, "Would you like to break the news to Frank Fall now?"

"No, not for the time being." Victor had his own opinion. "When Rieger comes back, I will tell him the whole story. He said that he would not hurt Fall's life, so it will definitely not be so, so I am not worried about scaring the snake." He smiled slightly at this point, "I have to learn to rely on him sometimes."

Assistant Anselm naturally heard what the boss meant. He was going to share all of himself with the other party. It seemed that the disappearance of Plov Krum's hurdle prompted the boss to make up his mind completely. The sweetheart is in the same boat through thick and thin.

"Aren't you worried about..." exposing a loved one to the same potential risk?Assistant Anselm upholds the timely reminder that a good assistant should serve.

"I'm worried, but I'm going to live with him for the rest of my life. Instead of letting him face all kinds of accidents without knowing it-of course I hope this will never happen in this life, it's better to tell the whole story." Victor said . "And I believe that Mr. Sturluson is a very reliable man."

"And approachable, educated, and charming." Assistant Anselm said naturally.

Victor looked up at her.

Assistant Anselm said calmly, "The most important thing right now is to get the disease cured, otherwise all your dreams will be in vain."

Victor lowered his head and did not refute.

Assistant Anselm smiled, "If you are unlucky..."

Victor glanced up at her sharply.

"...I mean what if," Assistant Anselm was not intimidated. "I believe that there will be many ambitious men or women who are willing to provide strong shoulders or warm embraces unconditionally to comfort a young man with a wounded heart, let alone a beautiful young man with a wounded heart. Don't you think so?"

"Don't talk about it, it's as if I've already been buried in a coffin." The master's face was dark.

[Mr. Adam Cross, Mr. Duncan Orville, Mr. Ryan Thomas Christian, Mr. Carlo Jones, Mr. Leon Bruelig request a visit. 】The Horntail Dragon suddenly shouted, after all, he did not forget his promise to the master, and he did not open the door while shouting.

Assistant Anselm was a little excited, "Look, this is coming!"

Master Krum: "..." For the first time, he deeply realized that this vigorous assistant is indeed a woman.

Seeing Buta again, the earth-shaking changes in her made Heimdall deeply moved.

The frowning afro is gone, the exaggerated heavy makeup is gone, the metal rings on the nose and ears are gone, and the "avant-garde" dress to reflect individuality has been replaced by a simple and elegant dress.A pink sweater, a white embroidered linen dress, and flat-heeled candy-colored boat shoes. Her long slightly curly hair was neatly scattered behind her head and held down with a headband. It turned out that her hair was a beautiful brown-red.

It's really a girl's [-]th change. If she hadn't discovered him first and waved to him, Heimdall would hardly dare to recognize her.

"You look good." Heimdall hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

Buta's cheeks flushed slightly, "It's all Fiona's idea, the first time she saw me, she screamed loudly like a ghost, calling my clothes trash and my wardrobe a trash can, if it wasn't for me Stop again and she'll set my wig on fire."

"Sounds like a good friend," Heimdall said.

"Yes, I get along very well with them." Buta said a little stiffly.

"Relax," Heimdall patted her arm. "Are they here too? Take me to get to know each other."

Buta's eyes widened in panic, obviously frightened by Heimdall's "knowing things like a god".

"I'm not……"

"Hush," Heimdall touched his lips with his right index finger. "I'm not blaming you, well, don't waste time, you lead the way."

Gantt was a 19-year-old boy of medium height, dark hair, fair skin, and freckles. Heimdall felt that his expressionless face was not a gesture, but a result of nervousness.

Unexpectedly, it was Fiona. Through the few words Buta said to her, Heimdall pieced together in his mind an image of a very thoughtful and assertive woman in her twenties.It turned out to be a loli who had just turned 12.Her rainbow-coloured dress, embroidered with Winnie the Pooh patch pockets on the sides, complemented her sophisticated, unspeakably weird face.Another child who was forced to mature prematurely and to protect himself.

"Hello." Heimdall and Buta sat across from them, and while looking at them, they also allowed them to look at themselves.

"You are Buta's boss?" After about 5 minutes, it was Fiona who broke the silence, not the 19-year-old Gant, who has grown up, from which we can see the mode of getting along between Fiona and Gant.

"I don't pay her a salary," Heimdall said.

Fiona showed a confused expression, "But Buta told us so."

After hearing her words, Buta's expression changed slightly, while Fiona frowned unhappily when she saw her nervous expression.Heimdall thought that what Buta said was right, they really got along well, and Fiona started to fight for her with just a few words, which indirectly reflected the sensitivity and xenophobia of this group of children.

"I thought Buta would introduce me like a friend. Did I just pretend to be affectionate?" Heimdall pretended not to notice the difference between Buta and Fiona.

Buta and Fiona's eyes widened for a moment, and even Gant, who always seemed to stay out of it, looked at him.

Heimdall smiled wryly, "I'm really being sentimental."

"No, no, please don't misunderstand..." Buta anxiously wanted to explain, but she didn't know what to say, because she really didn't put Heimdall in the column of "friends", so she couldn't help but feel a little lacking in words.

"Is it still too late to treat me as a friend?" Heimdall asked.

"Of course, of course." Buta nodded desperately.

Heimdall smiled, and Buta was also very happy, and the other two were moved by the atmosphere, and their facial expressions became relaxed.

"Let's get down to business."

As soon as the words fell, the three of them immediately fell silent, and Heimdall nodded inwardly.

Twenty minutes later, under the leadership of Gant, Heimdall stood in front of two crumbling and rusty cast iron gates, looking around at the dilapidated and depressed surroundings.Behind the gate, there are potholes and wet concrete floors, muddy and dirty walls, and dark bridge holes, all of which continue to emit a stench that seems to be absent in the air.

Heimdall and Gantt both insisted that girls should not go in and out of such mixed places. After the initial fight, Fiona and Buta finally compromised under the insistence of the two men.

"Is this the territory of the local snake nicknamed 'Grey-backed Mole'?" Heimdall asked Gant.

"No, this is the 'hands-free Duwab' underground club." Gant replied.

Heimdall watched him.

There was a trace of unnaturalness on Gant's fair face: "I still think Duwab's information is better, although he is a dangerous person. Fiona's worries are true, Duwab is not trustworthy, but these guys have Which one is the gentleman."

Heimdall was not affected by his remarks, but said with great interest, "What would happen if Fiona knew that you 'made your own mind'?"

Gant's expression became bitter, "You must keep it secret for me."

Heimdall laughed.

The two walked into the bridge hole.

"Duwab without Hands" does not mean that Duwab is a handicapped person. This nickname comes from his favorite punishment activity-making others lose their hands. The hands of wizards he detests will turn into powder under his wand. disappeared without a trace.His purpose is to let others know that those who betray him or make fun of him and make him angry will take a shortcut to waste.

There is a magical healing method in the wizarding world, that is, bones can be reconnected if broken, and can be reborn if they are lost. It doesn't help.

This is one of the reasons why Fiona is afraid of Duwab and thinks he is a dangerous person.Apparently that "grey-backed mole" had no similar hobbies, or had more peaceful hobbies.

The wizard passage at the end of the bridge hole seemed very short, but it was actually very long. They turned left and right and walked for ten minutes before seeing a glimmer of light.

The wizards wandering in the passage are like ghosts. They are dressed in ragged clothes and have haggard faces. When they approach them, they will raise their heads bluntly and cast their eyes like stagnant water, as if what falls in their eyes is an eternal wall. rather than life.

The closer to the light, the more flexible the wizards' actions and sharper their eyes, as if the plants exposed to the sun regained the power to break free from the soil.

"If they talk to you, don't respond. Even if you hit or step on it, don't apologize to them. There is no concept of 'apology' in their dictionary." For fear that Heimdall would cause trouble due to ignorance, Gant said There was chatter in his ear.

Heimdall helped the big black-rimmed eyes without prescription on the bridge of his nose, and then lowered the peaked cap he wore to cover up, his eyes quickly passed between the two wandering wizards, and penetrated to another gap.

He lived in Knockturn Alley when he was six years old, until he left for school, and he knew how to deal with such situations.But he was not going to tell Gant that he thought it would be self-defeating to argue with Gant on this issue, or to refute it for the sake of so-called pride.

It can be seen from the previous conversations that Fiona and Gant have the unique self-esteem and self-esteem from the bottom wizard class, and they are proud of it. They are not like Joey and his group who reject him because of inferiority.Fiona and Gant just want to look useful, and are more eager to prove themselves because of insecurity, so that they won't be easily abandoned.They believe that Heimdall has never been hungry, doesn't know what it's like to be ashamed, is born wearing gold, silver, and rich nectar, and is surrounded by countless house elves every day. Facing the darkness and filth at the bottom, and not knowing how to protect themselves, they have to protect him.

As Buta had revealed before, she did have reservations about them, not telling them all—everything Buta knew.

That being the case, why should Heimdall sing against them?

"Thank you for reminding me, I see." Heimdall quickly smiled at Gant.

Gant nodded at him, encouraged by his willingness to adopt his words.

They finally left the stinking passage, and there were several rough stone steps in front of them, leading to a closed dark brown door.A slender wizard stood in front of the door. Unlike the ghosts in the passage who were waiting for an opportunity to attack, he had a strong sense of presence.He has a handsome face that is incompatible with the bad environment, with a calm expression, and his temperament is not gentle, but it is easy for people to overlook the things hidden behind the disguise.

"Ambra!" Maybe Gant was one of the people who was confused by the appearance, he stepped forward and greeted each other warmly.

"Hello." The wizard called "Ambra" twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

Heimdall isn't sure if that's his real name, and wizards like this rarely reveal themselves, even if names are polished, so assume he's called "Mickey Mouse," "Chaplin," or even "Mickey Mouse." Marilyn Monroe", no surprise there.

"This is Mr. Ambra, Mr. Duwab's right-hand man." Gant couldn't wait to introduce them.

Umbrella nodded towards Heimdall unhurriedly.

"Hello." Heimdall also nodded.

Not all places use "handshake" as the only standard before exchanging greetings, and wizards in some places especially sneer at physical touch that is based on "cultivation".

Heimdall didn't give his name, but Gant knew how to behave and didn't tell Heimdall's name.

Ambra didn't seem to notice, "Mr. Duwab has been waiting for a long time."

"Mr. Duwab wants to meet us in person?" Gant looked flattered.

Combined with his undisguised fear and panic when he mentioned Duwab before, Heimdall couldn't help praising him in his heart.

Ambra just said, "Come with me."

Behind the wooden door is another world. The large room surrounded by crowds continues to stage violent scenes. The rough yelling seems to turn this place into a noisy chicken coop. There are endless swearing, laughter, and disputes in various languages. Explosions from spells and wailing in agony play out in stereo, until a wizard collapses to the ground, pale as lime.

The shock in his heart almost made Heimdall lose his composure. This is an underground arena where two wizards fight through magic. I can no longer stand on this field.The onlookers judged the winners and losers in advance through brutal fights, and placed bets, enjoying their profits or losing their money.

A place that is free from morality and law, and things that seem to be free from shackles can always easily make people excited and unable to stop.Seeing the almost out-of-control demeanor of everyone on and off the court, Heimdall carefully controlled his facial expressions.

The sense of vigilance prompted him to adjust himself quickly, stopped and looked in half curiously and half hesitantly. The expression of fear is more in line with a rich son who doesn't know suffering.

Gant touched his hand. "Let's go."

Heimdall flinched as if taken aback, then lowered his head in embarrassment, followed behind Gant, and left there.

"Mr. Duwab only saw one person." Ambra blocked Gant who wanted to follow Heimdall.

Gant looked at Umbrella, then at the carved wooden door in front of him, which was polished and shiny, and his mind was turning a thousand times, and he tried his best to think of a countermeasure.

"Mr. Duwab is inside?" Heimdall asked.

"Yes." Ambra said.

Heimdall turned his head and smiled at Gant, and at the same moment when the latter had no time to respond, he stepped forward and knocked on the copper ring on the carved door.

There was a sound of "please come in" from inside, and the door opened in front of him.

"Hey! You..." Gant was shocked.

In fact, when Buta asked them to help with the investigation, he and Fiona regarded it as an alternative pastime for rich people who were full and had nothing to do. Whether he can deal with Duwab alone has no idea, because he has no idea if he can face it alone.

Before Heimdall entered the door, he turned around and waved to him "naughtily", which made Gant's face turn green.

It's over, he thought, this son doesn't understand the current situation at all, and what he is about to face.

"I'll wait for you outside!" Gant yelled with a pale face before the door closed.

Inside the door, Heimdall, who closed the door, didn't have time to turn around, and there was an inaudible chuckle behind him.

"He thought I'd sell you out."

The other party's German is very standard.

"Not exactly," Heimdall turned around. "Maybe he's more worried about my hands."

The man sitting on the single sofa with his back to the door turned his head, and seemed a little surprised that he dared to speak out.

The man is about 40 years old. There are three large scars on his face, one splits his right cheek;The three scars are very deep and slightly reddish, one can imagine the danger of those years.

There are countless other inconspicuous small scars, all over the exposed skin such as the jaw, neck, behind the ears, and even the back of the hands, destroying the temperament of the whole person, obliterating the last trace of beauty in the popular sense, and adding to the owner of the scar virtually. A bit fierce and fierce.

"Bernard Duwab." The man's eyes are brown, and his gaze is like a nail. When the words fall to the ground, they will have the illusion of being nailed somewhere in an instant.

Heimdall took off his hat, "Heimdall Strulusson."