HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 767 The Mysterious Man's Secret Garden

one,

The temperature was a bit low on the day the Order of the Phoenix decided to act. Heimdall and Victor stayed at the location arranged by Snape to wait to join the main force. Earlier, the two rejected the Order of the Phoenix's invitation and did not go to their stronghold.Lucius waited with the two of them. He stood in front of the fireplace, watching the flames in the furnace, his back was stiff, and he seemed preoccupied.

Heimdall, who looks like Derek Kenny, said: "The safety of the members of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​a concern. We are just looking for things."

Lucius didn't look back, "...I should go with you, no, this matter should be left to me, I shouldn't agree to let you take risks."

Derek Kenny and Bellatrix Lestrange looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

"I can't," Heimdall said.

"You are my sister's only child!" Lucius turned around, the anxiety evident on his face.

"So we will come back safe and sound." Heimdall said with certainty.

Lucius sighed, no matter what he said, Heimdall couldn't calm down, he had been working hard for the past few days.

The door was opened, and Snape appeared at the door, wrapped in a Death Eater's robe, his pale face hidden in the shadow cast by the cloak hat, Lucius' emotions tensed involuntarily at that moment.

"I can assure you that you will never tie up your nephew and give it to the mysterious man, so stop trying to kill me with that look." Snape sneered.

Lucius knew that this kind of anger was unreasonable, but Malfoy's defense made him unable to blame Rigg, and he could only find comfort by diverting his anger.

Snape ignored him.

"Are you ready?" he asked the couple.

Victor and Heimdall walked towards him.

two,

The two met the members of the Order of the Phoenix in a hurry, and Snape didn't bother to introduce them to each other. This was not a good time to meet new friends.They meet Metamorphmagus of the Order of the Phoenix, known as "Tonks".Tonks' disguise today was also Bellatrix, and Snape didn't rush to explain to the couple, and the couple didn't bother.Victor's Bellatrix just in case.

Voldemort's "Secret Garden" is in the cemetery. Heimdall is no stranger to that place. He went there when he was in the fourth grade and met the legendary big devil there.

"We are in charge of leading the Death Eaters away, and you follow Lupine into the cemetery." Snape said quickly.

The two nodded.

The cemetery under the setting sun is less gloomy and more eerie than at night.The sky was covered with rain, driving away the last touch of warm tones, and it became bleak under the dark clouds.The couple followed Remus Lupine and hid in a hidden corner, waiting for the Order of the Phoenix to act and deliver favorable news.

There was commotion in the cemetery, footsteps and crows screaming intertwined, the sharp voice made people tense, Heimdall held his breath while Victor held his hand, he turned his head and smiled back.Lupine saw the interaction between the two, and was sincerely happy for their connection.

After a while, there was no sound in the cemetery. Lupine gestured to them, and the three moved towards their destination.

The Order of the Phoenix's operation was quite efficient this time, not a single Death Eater was encountered on the way.The good start made Lupine feel a little more relaxed. After several detours, they finally decided to go straight to the goal.

A stone house was built deep in the cemetery, resembling an ancient temple in shape, and the taupe column relief was half collapsed.

Victor drew out his wand, Heimdall and Lupine also drew out their wands, and after that, Victor shouted to Shimen, "Destroy at midnight!"

The stone opened slowly with a bang and trembling, and after the dust had settled, the entrance of the black hole appeared in front of the three of them.

Lupine raised his wand and approached first, paused at the door for a moment, illuminated a small area in front of him through fluorescent flashes, made sure that there was no danger, turned his head and nodded to the two, and stepped in carefully controlled steps.Victor insisted on holding Heimdall's hand, and followed him in.

On the wall facing the entrance is a painting of the Madonna. The Madonna in the color painting has a sad face, making an embrace, and there is nothing in the embrace. The Madonna is mottled.

Lupine searched the empty tomb for a moment, then found the undulating mechanism he had learned from the real Bellatrix, on the ground.He urged Heimdall and Victor to get out of the way, knelt on the ground and tapped the undulating masonry with his wand. With a few harsh frictions, the masonry rose and fell spontaneously and made a dull roar.

As the roar gradually amplified, the couple had a bad premonition at the same time.

"What happens next?" Heimdall asked. "Could there be a door?"

Before the words fell, the bricks and stones under their feet loosened, and the three of them retreated in unison. The loosening of the bricks and stones suddenly increased, and it turned into a landslide in an instant.Unexpectedly, the three of them let themselves fall, and fell into the sudden black crack.Above their heads, farther and farther away, the bricks and stones were quickly filled up, as tight as they were back then.

three,

Bellatrix, to be precise, was Victor Krum, standing in a tomb that was very similar to the one before she fell. A picture of a monster with its fangs bared.

The parting came so suddenly that he didn't even have time to grab Rigg's hand. He was silent for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took out his mobile phone—the magic mirror—from his robe pocket.He tried to call the person on the other side of the mirror, but unfortunately the surface of the mirror was always covered with fog.Victor let out a breath, stuffed the mirror back into his pocket, and began to grope in the room. After 3 minutes, he stepped on the steps and came to the heavy stone door.

four,

When Lupine came back to his senses, he found himself standing in a narrow aisle. He couldn't help but clenched his palms tightly. The touch in his palm told him that the wand was still in his hand, and he immediately lit up the fluorescent flashes.

The straight aisle is not long, and through the faint light, you can vaguely see the end of both ends.

Lupine collected himself and chose the front.

He didn't know what had gone wrong, the intel he'd gotten from Bellatrix didn't mention it.

Fives,

Heimdall silently looked at the frowning Madonna in front of him, and suddenly felt an urge to throw something on it. This Madonna was exactly the same as the previous one, the only difference was the child in the hands of this Madonna. No one took it away.

He walked around the small tomb and took out the magic mirror before stepping up the stairs. The only answer to his calls was the ruthless white mist.Bad signal?He pursed his lips and put away the mirror.He came to the stone gate, groped carefully, tried several kinds of magic, but the stone gate remained motionless.

Heimdall twitched the corner of his mouth, took three steps back, and blew up the door.

The dust raised by the collapsed stone turned him into a native in no time. Heimdall squeezed his mouth and nose and got out. Behind the door was a long and narrow corridor. With the help of fluorescent light, he saw that there seemed to be another door at the end of the corridor. Shimen.

What is going on with the rhythm of this pyramid tomb?

Heimdall muttered: "Shouldn't you encounter Death Eaters here?"

He slowly moved towards that end, carefully watching his surroundings, the cold air made him unable to help but let out a breath of white smoke.He stopped suddenly and looked around, but found nothing, the surrounding stone walls just stared at him coldly.

Heimdall finally walked to another stone door. The unknown behind the door made him hesitate. After thinking for a while, he took out a bag from his robe pocket, and then peeled off layer by layer, enlarged layer by layer, and finally turned into a bag. Only a backpack.He put the backpack on the ground, took a step back, and cast a spell at the backpack.The zipper of the backpack was pulled open with a hiss, and a cabinet jumped out, and the limp backpack was pressed under the cabinet.

Heimdall used the levitation magic to adjust the position of the cabinet so that it faced the stone door, and then he patted the unique door of the cabinet.

"There is a stone gate in front of me, and I am going to blow it open. There may or may not be anything behind the stone gate, so please be prepared."

The cabinet door opened a crack quietly, and then a small head poked out, it was Mionier with a curious face.

Heimdall's cheek twitched, and Mionir grinned at him.The head of the room decided to be merciful and not to have the same knowledge as it.

"Thank you." Heimdall said sincerely.

Mionir raised his eyebrows at him with a smug look, and Heimdall endured for a long time before he kicked the door shut.

He gave the Boggart a look, and the Boggart shrank back, leaving only a slit for viewing.Another stone door was blasted open, and the cold atmosphere became more and more serious. At the moment when the smoke and dust rose, Heimdall avoided the cabinet, waiting for unexpected guests that might appear.

The dust faded away and nothing appeared.

Heimdall approached the doorway cautiously. His feet made a harsh crushing sound on the gravel. He stopped suddenly, and only silence responded to him. He opened his legs again and poked his head out into the doorway.There is nothing behind the door opening, and the structure is almost the same as that of the tomb just now. Maybe all the tombs here are the same.

But he still felt that the surroundings were getting colder and colder. This kind of coldness was completely different from the feeling brought to him by the Durmstrang Mountains. Besides the coldness, there was also an indescribable fear—an instinct of imminent danger .

He raised his head abruptly, took a deep breath after seeing the scene in the sky clearly.Dementors?And more than one!

The dementor in the air was illuminated by the light, and gave up its sneak attack strategy, and swooped down on him. Heimdall turned around and ran away. He needed time to brew up his joy.The eyeballs of the figure in the portrait seemed to move as he ran past the same location as the previous Madonna portrait.Heimdall thought that he had lost his sight, possibly due to the illusion caused by the shaking of the light.

During the running, I did not forget to cast a few flame spells on those dementors from time to time, so as to warm my limbs that were more and more frozen due to their approach, and drive those dementors away by the way, these black magic creatures that create chills Instinctively resist flames.

He ran across the poster again, and the eyes of the person in the painting turned when he deliberately shook the light in his hand. Heimdall suppressed the horror in his heart, stopped, and released his Patronus.The dementors screamed and ran around the room, and the Patronus, under the command of Heimdall, drove the dementors out of the tomb and into the narrow corridor.

The dementors panicked across the corridor and into the chamber at the far end.Heimdall let the Patronus look out for him, and put away the unused cabinets.Mionir poked his head out and smirked at him mischievously again, and this time Heimdall slammed the cabinet door mercilessly.

six,

Heimdall groped back and forth in the aisle several times, but found no other exit. He tried to apparate, and was pulled back by an invisible force the next second after disappearing. He fell to the ground in embarrassment, pained Clutching his forehead, he got up.

He thought for a moment, entered the second tomb, and stopped in front of the portrait.

With the help of the light, he clearly saw that the eyes of the person in the painting were facing him. The eyes of the person in the painting were actually two circular holes, which meant that there was someone behind the portrait.

"Are you alive?" Heimdall asked.

The eyes just stared at him intently.

"Do you want to come out?"

The eyes remained motionless.

"Back back, I'll blow this wall apart."

The expression in the eyes finally fluctuated, and the eyes disappeared from the two round holes.

Five minutes later, the eyes appeared behind the hole again, and the eyes were filled with surging anger, as if they were accusing Heimdall of not doing anything but talking.

"So you can understand human language." Heimdall looked suddenly enlightened.

The eyes became more and more angry, and the eyes became fierce.

"You figured it out?"

The eyes were still staring at him.

"You don't have any reaction, how do I know what you are thinking?"

Eyes blinked.

"come up with?"

Quickly blinked again.

"Do you want to come out or don't want to come out? I don't understand if you keep blinking."

The eyes were completely angry, as if the bloodshot eyes had been expelled from the corners of the eyes.

"Then let me ask again, figure it out?"

His eyes blinked patiently.

"How? Blow up the wall?"

Eyes blinked again.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

The eyes just stared at him.

Well, anyway, you will know after it explodes...

The poster collapsed as the entire wall was torn apart.

What made Director Struluson feel depressed was that there was still a corridor behind the wall, and the door at the end of the corridor looked terribly familiar.

After the smoke and dust cleared, he raised his head and met the eyes of the owner of the eyes.A young man, who looked about the same as himself, had an outstanding appearance, and was watching him silently at the moment.

The robe on the opponent made Heimdall hesitate, why does it look like a school uniform of magic school?He was no stranger to this wizard robe, it was worn by all Hogwarts students, including his cousin Draco.He spotted a green Slytherin badge pinned to his chest.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" The head of the room was particularly persistent about this question.

"Ghost? You mean ghost?"

The voice is also very nice, the room chief murmured in his heart.

Heimdall said, "You don't look like a ghost, and a ghost isn't as...well, vivid as you are."

The other party frowned, and the sharp contempt in his eyes made the room chief no longer have the urge to admire the handsome man.

"Why are you in the cemetery?" Heimdall asked.

"Why are you in the cemetery again?" The other party asked rudely.

Heimdall smiled, "I'm lost."

The Slytherin looked at him calmly, and as time went by, Heimdall's smile didn't show a single crack, as if his absurd reasons were so natural.

"How did you get in?" Slytherin's face softened, and his eyes were no longer as aggressive as before.

"I told you, I got lost." Heimdall's determined tone made it impossible to ask any further.

The Slytherin in front of him seemed to give up the endless circle, "Do you want to go out?"

"Of course!"

"Come with me." Slytherin turned and left.

Heimdall hesitated for a moment, but followed.

He's glad he hasn't forgotten that he's Derek Kenny now, with that funny but genuine Irish accent.

Seven,

While Heimdall was racking his brains for words in his heart, the other party broke the silence first.

"Are you Irish?"

"Half Irish blood." This is not nonsense. The International Wizengamot has made a complete set of careful arrangements for his false identity, which can stand up to scrutiny and verification.

"Your cloak is ugly!"

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, "Don't talk nonsense! This is the cloak I'm proud of!"

Slytherin snickered.

They fell silent again.

This time Heimdall decided to add fuel, "Are you traveling in the cemetery?"

Slytherin turned his head, and the smile on his handsome face was enough to confuse a weak mind.

"You are really interesting, traveling in the cemetery?"

"It's not a big deal, and it's not like the UK doesn't have this kind of tourism business," Heimdall said. "Muggles really like this set."

Slytherin turned away abruptly, and Heimdall couldn't figure out what he said wrong.

Is it because of "Muggles"?

"Are you a Hogwarts student?" Heimdall tried to ease the atmosphere.

"Obviously not?" Slytherin lived up to his efforts.

"I recognize the Slytherin badge on the robes."

"Have you been to school?" Slytherin asked.

"I don't have that honor."

"It's a pity, what is the reason for not going to school? No money? Hogwarts has a student foundation, and they are very generous to minor wizards."

For some reason, Heimdall felt that his tone was a bit awkward when he said this.

"Not every child is lucky enough to go to Hogwarts, there are hundreds of thousands of wizarding children in the UK who can't go to school, so you are lucky."

Slytherin turned to him when he heard this and smiled, a smile that made Heimdall's hands and feet go cold.

"Are you looking for the mystery room?" Slytherin said.

"What mysterious room?" Heimdall carefully controlled his facial expression.

"It's the mysterious room."

"……I do not understand what you mean."

Slytherin laughed again, and Heimdall refrained from turning around and running back.

"Don't you want to see it?"

Heimdall pretended to be dull, "What are you looking at?"

"A mysterious room."

"What's in that room?"

"secret."

"Secret about what?"

"A secret about a secret."

Heimdall looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head, the other party frowned angrily, and when Heimdall looked up again, he became calm again.

This Slytherin tried to use Desperation on him, but Heimdall found out and pretended to lower his head to avoid it.

Heimdall looked up again with a worried expression, "Didn't you say you know the exit? Take me out quickly! I don't want to stay for another minute..."

"How on earth did you get in here? What are you going to do?" Slytherin asked pretendingly casually.

"...Would you believe me if I said that I was eager to build a career and found myself stuck here?"

"what happened?!"

"In short, someone was about to attack me. I panicked and didn't choose my way. When I realized it, I had already fallen in."

"Who are those people chasing you? Why are they chasing you?"

"Because of my robe."

Slytherin fell silent.

Heimdall feigned frustration and looked away.

"Hey, are you leading the right way? Why do I feel like I'm going around in circles?" Heimdall said dissatisfied, looking a little heartless.

"You just said that the people chasing you made you appear here, did those people also come in?" Slytherin said suddenly, his voice was chilling.

"I don't know...don't stare at me like that. I really don't know. I'm just an ordinary little person. I'm just unlucky...don't laugh at me. Actually, I passed out at the time. When I woke up, I found that I was still alive." Don’t be too happy to be alive, at least those people haven’t been wiped out.”

Slytherin was particularly disdainful of his congratulations, "You are too useless!"

"It's good that life is still alive, it's useless if it's useless."

Slytherin's eyes seemed to pierce him sharply, "Bitch!"

Heimdall still had that indifferent expression.

They walked for a while, and Heimdall couldn't help asking, "Is this the way out? Since you are traveling here, you must know the exit, so don't take it by mistake."

Slytherin showed a patient expression, "We're not going to export it."

"Where are you going then? I want to go out! If you want to stay, you can stay by yourself, I won't stay here!" He said with a trembling look.

Slytherin smiled slightly, "Come with me first, and then I will send you out. I can walk the road here with my eyes closed."

Heimdall muttered, "...and said it's not a tour."

Slytherin gave him a tolerant smile, "What's your name?"

"Derek Kenny."

"Okay, Kenny, would you consider my proposal?"

"Can you tell me how to get there? I can get out by myself."

"I do not want to tell you."

Heimdall showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and it was a bit funny to match his face that didn't even meet the passing mark.

"Okay, then hurry up." Heimdall compromised aggrievedly.

Slytherin asked, "How many people were there when you fell in?"

Heimdall made a thoughtful expression, "It seems to be three, no, it is four, and it is not right, it seems to be five..."

"You don't even know how many people?" Slytherin's eyes changed slightly.

"I fainted, how can I remember how many people!" Heimdall said in a self-defeating manner.

Slytherin raised his eyebrows, "Forget it, let's go first."

"Where are you going?"

"Don't you want to see the mysterious room?"

"No!" Heimdall shook his head decisively.

"But those people do." Slytherin smiled again.

This time, Heimdall saw something on his face that he hadn't noticed before, a beast-like expression, cruel and domineering, distorting his handsome features.Heimdall had seen such an expression before, on the young Grindelwald, but it was not exactly the same. What impressed him most was the one in the fourth grade, in England, in the cemetery, it was exactly the same.

Voldemort!