HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 701 Coke Boy

Old Mrs. Krum leaned on a horned cane and stood by the French window looking out. The tip of the cane had been touched black and shiny.Her gaze was full of urgency, and she searched through the glass to the maximum, until the figure she missed day and night appeared on the other side of the road.

The acacias, carefully cared for by the house elves, bloom in all seasons, and the branches are covered with groups of cute little yellow fur balls, which complement the scorching sun in summer, like a series of little suns falling from the sky.

Two young men came slowly along the acacia fence.

Old Mrs. Krum's eyes softened, and her increasingly thin face was dyed with a layer of light.

The wooden wheelchair beside the bed slid behind the old lady. The old lady was startled, and sat down tiredly after finding that there was nothing there.

"Push me to the tea room." The old lady said to the air.

The wheelchair started to move again, the door opened automatically, and the old lady was pushed out of the room by the house elf.

At the same time, outside Rhodope Manor.

Heimdall, who was grabbing the wildflowers, took his gaze away from admiring the beautiful scenery, "After seeing so many woods, only Rhodope's is the most beautiful."

Victor's smile was so radiant that the head of the room couldn't open his eyes.

Heimdall knew that the flattery was right, even though they didn't seem to need these extra courtesies, a few occasional visits could add interest to life.Why not say a few words to make the master happy, besides, he didn't lie.

"Mionir also likes the woods, so that's up to you." Heimdall couldn't help but wonder, how can he follow Victor in everything? Could it be that the Krum family's genetics are stronger? !

"Victor! Rig!"

The two looked up, and Plov and Anna stood in front of the gate. Anna waved her right hand, looking in a good mood.

The two quickened their pace.

"You guys are coming too." Heimdall hugged them respectively.

The husband and wife looked at each other tacitly.

"We happen to have time, so let's take a look." Plov smiled.

These days, Plov hangs around Mionir like a grandson, and he is willing to leave his grandson to come here, just because he is worried about the meeting between Heimdall and Mrs. Krum.

Heimdall was moved and hugged Plov again, who was taken aback by his actions.Before struggling, Heimdall let him go.Plov's smile became a little cramped, and Heimdall restrained himself from showing the funny emotion on his face.

"Come on." Anna took Heimdall's arm.

A group of people came to the tea room, and it was quiet when they entered the door. They were wondering when they saw Mrs. Krum with her eyes closed and her head tilted, obviously dozing off because she was impatient to wait.

Plov was hesitant to wake up his mother, but the crutch in the old lady's hand came loose from the palm of her hand, and the tip of the stick made a crisp knocking sound against the table, and the old lady woke up suddenly.

She opened her eyes and looked around blankly.

Heimdall was surprised at her age, she was much older than the last time she saw her, she looked very spiritless and sluggish.

"Mother." Plov carefully looked at the expression of the old lady. "Victor and Rig are back."

"Victor..." the old lady hurriedly searched. "Where? Where is my precious grandson?"

Heimdall was used to her selective ignorance, and remained silent as always.

Anna's expression remained unchanged, and she smoothed the shawl on her arm seemingly casually.

Under the eager gaze of the old lady, the master took Heimdall's hand and came to the old lady.

Plov raised his voice to "remind", "Look, Victor and Rigg are here."

"I'm not deaf yet, why are you so loud!" The old lady frowned unhappily.

Plov shut his mouth embarrassingly.

"Grandma." Victor laughed.

Old Mrs. Krum was full of joy, with wrinkles all over her face.

"Hi." Heimdall said.

Old Mrs. Krum's face tensed up, and the effect was even more significant than facelift.

Heimdall turned a blind eye to it, and lowered his head to take out the gift he brought—two huge gift boxes tied with golden ribbons, which looked spectacular and luxurious.

The old lady was also polite, and when she raised her hand, the gift box disappeared from Heimdall's hands and was taken away by the house elf.

Good old Plov couldn't help fidgeting when his mother didn't even say "thank you".

"You're too polite, come here as soon as you come, give me something..."

Before he could finish his courtesy, Mrs. Kroom interrupted him impatiently.

"What time is it now?"

Everyone looked at the grandfather clock.

"14:27," Plov said.

"Anna, show him around the manor, I want to talk to my grandson for a while." The old lady had a tough attitude.

"Mother, Rieger has been here before, you can talk with them, I believe Rieger is very happy to talk with you." Anna said with a smile.

The old lady's eyes widened, and just as she was about to raise her voice, she heard a shrill voice calling, "The little boy is here."

The old lady immediately changed her attitude, and the next second, the young master opened the door and ran in.

"Grandma," the boy threw himself into the old lady's arms affectionately. "Why didn't you wake up Boyi, Boyi thought grandma was gone."

The atmosphere in the tea room with carved beams and painted buildings took a turn for the worse. Except for the old Mrs. Krum who seemed to be enjoying family happiness, and the young master who was eager to be cute as soon as he appeared on the stage, the expressions of everyone else were not kind.

Anna turned her head and looked out the window. Plov pinched his palms for a while, and stood beside his wife, with a groveling look.The existence of this boy made Plov unable to hold his head up in front of Anna all his life.

Victor and Heimdall remain on the sidelines throughout.

"Grandma, what are you doing?" Boyi ignored the others and talked directly while grabbing the old lady's arm.

"Grandma is talking to a guest."

"Grandma is playing with Boyie."

"Boy can play by himself for a while, grandma will accompany you right away."

Boyi puffed out his cheeks unhappily.

Heimdall was amazed by the harmony between the grandparent and grandson. He remembered that when he first met Boy in the fourth grade, Mrs. Krum took him with him, but she didn't like him from the bottom of her heart.Everyone knew how this kid came to be, but his appearance broke the balance that Krum's family had maintained for many years.As a result, Anna no longer behaved as a housewife, not only ran out to show her face, but also refused to go home.The old lady's anger and dislike are obvious.

But the scene in front of him overturned Heimdall's conjecture, and the old lady's love seemed not to be feigned.Is it the fetters of blood?Time to see the truth?

However, the kid's way of living in Krum's house is a bit evil. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that everyone else ignores him except the old lady Krum, so he doesn't talk to anyone except the old lady.He lived his life apart from everyone—not even Ploof looked him in the face—only to old Mrs. Kroom.

Boye tugged on the old lady's sleeve.

"Grandma is telling stories to the guests, and Boi is listening?" the old lady said enthusiastically.

Boyi's face collapsed, "Boy doesn't like listening to stories."

"It sounds good." Mrs. Krum turned her head to look at her eldest grandson, "Where did I just talk..."

Heimdall was simply inexplicable, and what happened next was even stranger.

When Mrs. Krum's eyes turned to him, the stunned expression on her face was impossible to ignore.

"Who are you?" she asked Heimdall aloud. "Why are you at my house?!"

Heimdall gaped.

Plov hurriedly approached Heimdall, and whispered, "Mother has been getting a little confused recently, please don't be surprised."

Heimdall couldn't speak, and there was no sign of it before.Will this old lady be old and confused? !It's like a fantasy, but the facts are in front of us and we have to face them squarely.

When Mrs. Krum's question echoed in his ears for the third time, Victor, who was also shocked, said hoarsely: "He is Rigg, grandma, my love."

The old Mrs. Krum stared straight at Victor, and Heimdall's heart hung in her throat, for fear that the old lady would yell "Who are you?" Victor is still sad .

Fortunately, the old lady was not so confused.She looked at Heimdall in confusion, and then at her eldest grandson.

"Rig?"

"That's a nickname, Heimdall Strulusson. You don't remember?"

The old lady still looked dazed.

Victor walked over, probably because he had an overwhelming advantage in momentum. The young master let go of the old lady's arm as if frightened, and hid aside, leaving the place to Master Krum.

Victor knelt down and took the old lady's hand.

"Grandma, don't you want to tell a story? We are all listening."

"You like to listen?" the old lady said happily.

Victor's nose was sour, "I like it."

The old lady suddenly became depressed, "But I don't remember where I said..."

"Let's start again, we like to hear it."

The old lady smiled and applauded again and again.

"Then let me talk about the deeds of our ancestor Krum, the young people nowadays don't remember the ancestor's story..."

Heimdall noticed the impatience on Boyi's face, and he probably listened to the glory of the ancestors a lot.

Time passed slowly while the old lady was rambling about the history of the Krum family's fortune. Plov and Anna sat far away by the window, and the light hitting the ground was constantly changing its shape.Boyie fell asleep on the couch.

The old lady suddenly changed the subject, pointed at Heimdall and said, "You stand by the window."

Heimdall didn't know why, but he did it anyway.

"See the Rhodope Mountains?" asked the old lady.

"I can vaguely see the outline."

"Did you see Twin Peaks Mountain?"

Oh, it is the adventures of the ancestor Shuangfeng Mountain described in the story just now, which is comparable to Hollywood blockbusters.

"I can't see clearly."

The old lady was very dissatisfied with his "honesty", and was about to say something when Pulov's voice interspersed.

"Mother, it's so late, let's talk after dinner."

Boyie rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"Grandma, is the story over?"

Old Mrs. Kroom glared at Plov, as if blaming him for waking the child up too loudly.

The constipated expression on Plov's face is really self-inflicted.

"Go and make arrangements." The old lady shook Plov's hand.

Relieved, Plov dragged Anna out of the tea room in a hurry.

"My dear Boy, go back to your room and take a shower before changing your clothes." The old lady was a little abnormally harsh in terms of etiquette.

Boyi nodded and obediently left the room.

When Boyi could no longer be seen, the old lady turned her gaze back to her eldest grandson.

"Grandma is getting old."

"No, I never saw a younger and more beautiful old lady than you," said Victor.

Old Mrs. Kroom laughed.

"No, no, no," the old lady waved her hand. "I used to be able to sleep until dawn, but recently I always find it difficult to fall asleep after waking up in the middle of the night. During the day, it becomes more and more easy to be distracted," the old lady's eyes slid to Heimdall. "Sometimes I can't control my mouth and say everything, I'm really afraid that one day I will sell myself and I won't know."

"How is it possible?!" Victor was very unwilling to hear her say such words.

"How is it impossible?" The old lady's eyes still stayed on Heimdall, and quickly moved upwards. "If you say something you shouldn't say, it will be bad..."

Heimdall lowered his eyes inadvertently, and the two looked at each other.Before Heimdall could see the bewildering deepness in her eyes, the old lady had already turned her eyes away.

"Can you play wizard bridge? Play a game with me before dinner." The old lady didn't allow others to refute at all, and ordered the house elf to clean up the card table.

In the evening they did not go back to the calico cottage, but to the Knights House in Saint-Taudenis - named after the Knights bus that connects to the side of the house.

As soon as Heimdall entered the door, he shouted loudly, "Where is Mionir, why is my baby Mionir missing?"

Mionir, who was dragging a small bucket, ran out joltingly. After confirming that he read it correctly, his two calves became even more joyful, and he screamed excitedly, "Rig?!"

"Son!" Little Papa bent down and picked up Mionir, and gnawed and gnawed. "I miss my dad!"

Mionnier giggled, pouting and drooling on Heimdall's face.

"Rig! Rig!"

When the two of them were crazy enough, the big papa couldn't help but hugged Mionir into his arms, and kissed his chubby face.

"What are you playing?" Victor asked gently.

Mionier raised the mini wooden barrel as if offering a treasure, "Frog Frog."

The two probed and saw that it was a tadpole.

"That's right, this kind of foresight and foresight will definitely follow me." Chief Strulusson put gold on his face shamelessly. "What a filial child, you will save money to buy pets in the future."

After being intimate with his son for a while, Heimdall turned around to talk to his animal friends.

Victor followed with his son in his arms.

"What did grandma give you before she left?" the master asked curiously.

The old Mrs. Krum was probably really confused. During the meal, she asked who Heimdall was several times in a row. Before leaving, she stuffed something into Heimdall's pocket while everyone was not looking. Stress is a gift.Victor is not afraid that the old lady will give too expensive a gift, but he is afraid that the gift will make people feel uncomfortable.With the old lady's daring and daring coupled with her current muddleheadedness, it's not impossible.

Heimdall took out the "gift" from the mouth of the robe, and turned the front side out to face the other party.

"Look, it's really nothing, don't worry about it."

Victor smiled wryly.

It was a wizard playing card with a pansy on it.

At work that day, his assistant Clemenceau approached him and asked mysteriously, "What happened that day in the Silesian Wizard Prison?"

"What did you hear?" Heimdall blinked.

"Big beauty Filin has been eating chocolate like crazy since that day."

"Oh," said Heimdall indifferently. "Probably frightened by the dementors, I'm going to cultivate the conditioned reflex to eat chocolate."

When he rushed into the room that day, he found that the prisoner was lying flat, dying, and a dementor was giving the prisoner a dementor kiss. Its behavior seriously violated the guard's duty-that is, to treat the prisoner outside the execution time. The wizard performs the Dementor's Kiss.Miss Ferring hugged her head in a corner and screamed. The room was bitterly cold. Her exposed skin was bluish white. The wand rolled to the side, and a thin white mist spewed out from the tip of the wand. She might have tried to summon the Patronus, but failed.

Heimdall immediately summoned the Patronus, drove away the dementors in the room, and warned other dementors attracted by similar behavior.

The hapless criminal barely saved his life.

Clemenceau grinned gloatingly.

Heimdall asked suspiciously, "Aren't you her admirer?"

Adeleia Firing is outstanding in appearance, proud and arrogant, and there are many rich and handsome suitors around her, but it has never been reported that any lucky person has successfully picked flowers. More than half of the men in IW have YYed her. It can be said that she is a dream lover to a certain extent.

"That's two different things," said Clemenceau eagerly. "She is our enemy now, and I will never betray the filing office!"

So what are you excited about? !

"How do you feel about the Muggle files?" Heimdall asked.

Clemenceau, who was full of gossip, retracted his head.

Heimdall flipped through the records he had gained from the case in the past few days, thought for a while, and got up to ask his boss for instructions.

"Want to make contact?" Hollingworth said.

"Just looking at the file is too one-sided, and my imagination is always limited."

Hollingworth said earnestly: "You have to understand that any Muggle-related case will fail, even if you work hard."

Which one in the wizarding and judicial world is not afraid to avoid it, and incidents involving Muggles usually represent tricky, and very subtle, difficult to grasp the scale, and if it is not handled well, it will be fishy, ​​and it is easy to get yourself involved.

"I have no other case at hand, but this one, and it was taught to me by Justice Gironde himself."

Hollingworth observed him for a moment, "Okay, I'll make arrangements. After the lunch break, go directly to the International Police Force, and someone will pick you up."

Heimdall had a good lunch, the stew was delicious, and he even used the gaps in the conversation to flirt with Master Krum, who was wearing the judge's wizard robe.

When he came to the designated place, the person who met him had already arrived, and he was surrounded by his colleagues in a hurry, so standing quietly in a corner was very prominent.The other party was wearing a formal police wizard robe, and his expression remained unchanged. When he noticed that he was approaching, he pulled out a formulaic smile and stretched out his right hand.

"Hi, I'm the patrol officer in charge of guiding you today. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them, as long as I can answer them."

Heimdall held his right hand, "Hello, what's your name?"

The other party raised his eyebrows, and Heimdall smiled calmly.

"Peter."

Heimdall's smile became brighter, "It's an honor, Detective Peter."

Peter rolled his eyes at him, and quickly glanced at his wizard robe.

"Good job, Judge Sturluson."

"Each each other."

After two seconds of silence, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"I think I owe you a congratulations," said Peter.

Peter received an invitation from Heimdall, but did not go.He didn't explain why he didn't go, and Heimdall guessed that he probably went to perform a secret mission.Despite his almost normal complexion, Heimdall could still notice several scars of varying thickness on his right cheek near his temple.The last time I saw him, the skin there was still intact.

"I have received your gift, thank you." Heimdall said.

Under the leadership of Peter, Heimdall finally entered the majestic fireplace hall of the long-awaited Police Corps.

Clumps of green flames rose and fell all around, like neon lights that kept flickering.

Peter led him to the fourth fireplace from the left hand, grabbed a quill—you can see quills and ink bottles floating in the air everywhere—and wrote down on the signature list hanging by the side of the fireplace. After that, Heimdall followed suit and signed his own name.

Fireplaces can only be used if they are signed and tested.

The interior of the fireplace lit up for a moment, as if the start switch had been pressed.

Peter grabbed a handful of floo powder and walked into the clean and spacious fireplace.

"Listen carefully to what I say, and just follow through."

Peter read a place name aloud, and disappeared in the high green flames.

"Ah——" someone screamed.

Heimdall and Peter instinctively ran towards the source of the sound. Behind the half-open door, the two wizards dressed as police detectives knelt down helplessly, staring at the person crouching under the table with their heads folded. It was a look of panic.

It was a boy of fifteen or sixteen, wearing a baggy white T-shirt and jeans with holes at the knees.At this moment, his face was pale, and he seemed to have been greatly frightened.

The detectives invited experts who were said to be Muggle studies to have a heart-to-heart talk with the boy. After half an hour of hard work, the experts returned without success.On the contrary, the young man calmed down by himself, and he was still very afraid of the outside world. He probably thought it was safe under the table, so he turned a deaf ear to all kinds of persuasion.

"Who is this?" Heimdall asked Peter.

"I wanted to take you to see the first scene, why is this!" Peter deeply felt that he had been humiliated. "This man is a new victim of magic..." Speaking of which, Peter randomly grabbed a police detective. "Didn't you write off his memory?"

"No success."

"What?!" Peter was very surprised.

"Oh, I have." Heimdall nodded. "Don't make such a fuss, this is not an isolated case, you just have too little experience."

Peter pouted angrily.

The place where the two were located at this time was in the wizarding detention center under a certain street in Zurich, Switzerland. The main person who dealt with here was not a wizard, but a Muggle who accidentally broke into the wizarding world.The Muggles brought here are not victims of magic in the usual sense, but impulsive novelty hunters who have been hurt by this novel but dangerous world after actively looking for the wizarding world.

Peter chatted with two agents from the Swiss Ministry of Magic. Seeing that the Muggle was ignored, Heimdall poked his head curiously.This baby's courage is not ordinary, and his psychological endurance is also extraordinary.

The two suddenly looked at each other, and the man flinched back in shock.After a while, he changed his angle, poked his head out again to look at Heimdall, and thought that his cover was perfect.

After being peeped several times, Heimdall walked in that direction.

The young man screamed that it was not good, and shrank into a ball completely.

Heimdall squatted down by the table, looked at the boy and said, "Hey, can you understand me?"

The boy swallowed his throat, and nodded slightly after a while.

"I'm Sturluson, what's your name?"

After a while, the boy replied, "Graf."

"Need help? Want a drink?" Heimdall said.

The boy shook his head in fear, "I just want to go home."

"I'm sorry it's not possible now." Heimdall thought that it would be better to tell the truth than to fool him.

"What did you do to me?" the boy asked anxiously.

"I don't know." Heimdall made himself look puzzled. "Can you describe what happened just now?"

"...they are those two people," the young man pointed unconsciously. "I was pointed at me with a thin stick, and my head exploded in unbearable pain. Many messy pictures flashed before my eyes, and then they were farther and farther away from me like being put on a conveyor belt..."

"And then?" Heimdall asked, it was the first time he heard a Muggle who failed to write off his memory tell his personal experience.

"They're back again." The boy's expression was still in shock.

"Oh, it's probably because the conveyor belt is broken, even the best bearings will fail sometimes." Heimdall said pretending to be relaxed.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" The boy was dubious.

"You speak English."

"But they don't understand, and I don't understand what they say..."

"Can you come out first?" Heimdall patiently lured him out. "Aren't you tired of sitting down there? Are you hungry? Maybe I can get you some hamburger fries. We have good ice cream here. It's definitely a real treat for you. Don't you want to try it?"

The boy felt relieved, "You can really understand."

Heimdall thought amusedly, this kid is quite cautious.

The boy hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to climb out.

The three Peters stopped talking at the same moment when Heimdall struck up a conversation with the boy, and followed the progress silently. After seeing Heimdall luring the boy out, they hurriedly greeted him.

As soon as the boy stood firm, when he looked up, he saw three wizards in full armor with swollen faces - the picture seen from the boy's perspective - approaching, and almost turned around and went back under the table.

He smiled stiffly at the three of them under Heimdall's encouraging eyes, and then said to Heimdall expectantly, as if he was waiting to receive an award: "Is there any soda? I want to drink Coke...don't fool me with diet pills .”

That's a lot to ask for.