HP's Foreign Land

There is a bug in the last chapter, the licorice magic stick is candy, I wrote it as a cookie***

Heimdall tried the sixth key before opening the door. He looked at the correct key and compared the door lock. He couldn't help but sigh, the color and style didn't match, and it was indeed anti-theft.

The small door made a "babble", and Heimdall looked inside. There was not even a window inside, and it was dark.

A musty smell hit his face, and Heimdall sneezed loudly.

The sound of sneezing echoed in the quiet corridor for a long time. One or two people poked their heads out of the office. When they saw Heimdall rubbing his nose, they couldn't help laughing, and retracted their heads.

In order to borrow light, Heimdall left the door open and walked in. As soon as he put his feet firmly on it, the door behind him closed with a bang.

Heimdall was taken aback, and what he answered was the strange smell and darkness of the room.

He opened the door unwillingly, and the door would always close automatically the moment he let go, which was more sensitive than the electronic sensor door.

Heimdall gave up.

Fluorescent flickering lit up in the room. He groped along the wall for a long time, and accidentally tripped over something. Heimdall waved his wand, and the fluorescent flickering white light cluster floated down above his head. Heimdall held up the The thing turned out to be a pair of pliers. Following this clue, he found the fireplace.

Lighting the fireplace would also brighten the room, Heimdall thought.

He tried several times, but he still couldn't light it up, so he had to let the fluorescent flashes surround him again, lift up the rusty pliers to loosen the old ashes in the fireplace, push them aside, and put the unknown How many years of wood was stuffed in, and when everything was ready, he raised his wand and threw a flame into the fireplace.

The fire was on, but a little too much.

I don't know what hidden mechanism was touched by Heimdall's blazing flames. The fireplace exploded with a "touch", sparks splashed like fireworks, and then began to spit ashes.Horrified, Heimdall raised his wand to put out the fire. The charcoal ash spit out from the fireplace just covered the spewing sparks, and the sparks were all extinguished under the pressure of the charcoal ash.

After the bronchitis in the fireplace subsided, the burning state of the flame in the furnace returned to normal, but the outside was covered with black ashes, and Heimdall's face was also blackened by the smoke.

The fireplace is intact.

In spite of the mess, one thing was certain, the house was outside the scope of the house-elves' work.

But anyway, the room is brighter.

After seeing the whole room clearly, Heimdall's mood suddenly changed from disappointment to excitement. The disappointment was because it was far from the scene in the horror movie he had imagined just now, and the excitement was because this was a library. .

It can be described as dirty and messy, there is no clean place in the eyes, and there is a strong musty smell in the air, which makes the nose itchy.

Books and papers are thrown everywhere, or piled up directly into mountains, and piled up so high that they almost reach the ceiling. The bookshelves are arranged randomly, and the books on the shelves are also arranged casually. Some books Half resting on the shelf and half hanging in the air precariously.

Heimdall picked up a booklet from the ground, and the dust fell down like sand. When it was almost gone, he patted the dust on the cover and coughed again.

With the double light provided by the fluorescent lights and the fireplace, Heimdall flipped through the booklets. It was not the books he thought it was, but materials. The paper was very old, wrinkled like it had been soaked in water and dried again, and the content was also lacklustre. Ranking the names, followed by the verdict, to put it bluntly, it is a summary form of prisoners.

When he turned to the last page, Heimdall saw the date written on it, from 1821 to 1830.

Heimdall put the book back in its original place, picked up the next one, and opened it to see that it was the same as the previous one. The date on the last page was from 1811 to 1820, which was the continuation of the top one.He picked up the third book again, this time it was not a prisoner's form, this booklet was thicker and bigger, and it was densely filled with long paragraphs, each paragraph without beginning and end, which made people feel uncomfortable. Confused, Heimdall thought it might be a court record, and the date on the last page was from 1911 to 1920.

This thing is more boring than the history of magic, the longer you look at it, the less you can read it.

While bored, Heimdall held the trial record in one hand, copied the prisoner form just now with the other hand, put them together, and found that the form and the trial record were actually compared.

So he suddenly regained his energy. The court record in his hand began in 1911, and he only needed to find the prisoner form in 1911.But he buried his head and searched through the pile of materials, but couldn't find the target. He raised his eyes and scanned the dark, musty smelling and dusty files all around, and couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

After standing stupidly for a while, the desk with nothing but white paper, quill pen and ink appeared in front of his eyes. He suddenly became motivated and used magic to move all the materials on the nearby floor to the fireplace, and then sat down on the ground , and re-stack these materials into piles according to the time of the last page.

I don’t know if I don’t know it, I was shocked when I saw it. There are prison forms and court records from the 16th and 17th centuries. Smooth them out, and spread them out again after folding the corners, and serve them with great care.

After an unknown amount of time, Heimdall rubbed his neck, let out a sigh of relief, took out his pocket watch to see that it was broken, and it was past 3 o'clock, so he quickly put down the documents at hand and ran out of the room.

The judges in the rotating chief's office had already returned to their offices, and they were all happy to see Heimdall running in in a panic.

"Where have you been?" laughed Judge Sgroy.

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, and Sgroy pointed to his school uniform. Heimdall looked down, and there was a thick layer of dust floating on his face like a layer of white paint. In fact, his face was also black and white. , that is, you can't see it yourself.

Heimdall subconsciously wiped his face with his sleeve, and the result became more and more blurred, turning him into a tabby cat. The judges couldn't help laughing again.

Girond took out his wand and waved it at Heimdall twice, and Heimdall was no longer the sloppy king in a blink of an eye.

After Heimdall thanked him, he handed over the key, but Girondt didn't answer it, and asked, "Do you still need it?"

Heimdall regarded this as a task assigned to him, and immediately said: "I will hurry up and sort it out." He believes that the work assigned to him by the leader is always time-limited, and he must report the progress of the work.

Gironde didn't express any opinion, but nodded, "You can take the key."

Heimdall put away the key and hesitated, "When I came back just now, I saw the notice board saying that the meeting will start at 02:30."

"Oh, what are you talking about..." Judge Sgroy was about to say something, but Girondt intercepted him, "Today is too late, let's go next time, the meeting is held every seven days."

Heimdall said it silently several times in his heart, urged himself to memorize the time, and then said, "Then I'm going back to the reference room."

Gironde smiled lightly, "Go, don't make it too late, our office closes at 04:30."

After Heimdall left, Sgroy said to Girondt: "You asked Sturlusson to tidy up that reference room? There are all discarded materials in there, and the contents have been re-transcribed. You Let him sort out what to do?"

Gironde said: "Isn't he bored, find something for him to do."

A judge next to him said: "Our office never participates in staff meetings."

Gironde's old saying goes, "Give him something to do."

"Isn't it great that young people are motivated?" A female judge with gorgeous hair said with a smile on her face. "You're full of vigor, just look at your mood."

"I just don't know how long this vigorous spirit can last, and how long I can stay with a group of dying old guys." Gironde spoke out slowly.

There was no sound in the office for a while.

***

After a few days of groping, Heimdall gradually figured out some ways, such as the rotating chief office where he is now. Literally, his status is the crown of the entire IW, but if he does not do practical things, he has no real power.These grandparents go to work on time and leave work on time every day. There is almost no workload at all. Except for occasional court appearances, they usually drink tea and chat in the office until they get off work.

To put it more bluntly, the rotating chief office is equivalent to the supreme head of state of the "country" of IW—it has important symbolic significance, not the head of government with actual power.Perhaps the biggest workload is to sign the work reports of each stage. Departments such as the case filing office, the trial supervision office, the executive bureau, and the research office will submit the stage work reports for approval by the on-duty chief on duty.

Heimdall felt that his appointment was actually "laying off".

Now he spends all day in the reference room sorting out documents. After his hard work, the initial results have been achieved. The basics on the ground have been sorted out, and now there are only things left on the bookshelves. Combine these on the ground and put them together.

Although the work of a "librarian" is boring, you can find a way to relieve boredom after a long time. For example, looking at these earlier cases, there were murders, arson, and house robbing, and there were also stealing and kidnapping. At that time, the International Wizengamot had everything. Regardless, every trivial matter in the Wizengamot in each country must write a report and submit it to the IW for review.

Some cases are very bizarre and full of drama, comparable to Hollywood blockbusters.There are still many headless public cases that are still pending.

Even how many couples of wizards in the country filed divorce lawsuits every year, which side won, and the ratio of men and women to win, there are specific data reported.

Until the twentieth century, the number of trivial matters plummeted.

During the period, Heimdall also went to a staff meeting, because no one thought he would go, and his chair was temporarily added later.That's when he learned that the rotating chief's office usually didn't attend the meeting, which made him quite embarrassed.

After I went back, I consulted the judges, and learned that I sent people to go there earlier, but I later felt that it was unnecessary, and I stopped sending people over time, not because I couldn’t participate.

Judge Sgroy, who explained to him, was a very patient old gentleman. His appearance could not be called kind, but he seemed very approachable.

Every time Heimdall came out of the reference room with a disheveled face, he looked very happy, although Heimdall never understood why he was so happy when he saw himself, did he look cute when he was embarrassed?

On this day, Heimdall left the reference room around 11 am and returned to the office.Sit at your desk and write a few strokes.This is already his "homework" that he has to do every day. He draws out some key points of the materials that have been thought through just now and writes them down on paper in order to prepare for large-scale collation in the future.

"Sturluson." Judge Gironde waved him.

Heimdall dropped his pen and walked over.

"Let's take a look at this." He threw several thick stacks of documents to Heimdall.

Holding these documents, Heimdall hesitated, "Show me?"

"It's up to you whether you want to read it or not, but remember that every copy must be signed."

sign?Heimdall lowered his head in surprise, and found that they were all work reports submitted by various departments. He couldn't help swallowing, "I can't, I don't understand, and I'm not qualified to sign."

"Don't read it if you don't understand it, anyway, it's all the same and clichéd stuff." Gironde waved his hand disapprovingly. "Just sign your own name, and you must use black ink." He stood up, greeted a few colleagues, walked out leisurely, and went to have lunch together.

Heimdall stood blankly holding the report for a long while, then rushed downstairs to eat indiscriminately, finished his lunch as quickly as possible, and began to immerse himself in the report after returning to the office.

But reality is reality after all, as he said before, he can't understand it.Especially the work summary sent by the case filing office is full of technical terms, and it also involves legal and other rules and regulations. It is even more difficult to understand, and it is very hard to chew.

This is his biggest shortcoming. While suffering, Heimdall secretly made up his mind to solve this problem as soon as possible. These things should be familiarized early.

The next work report of the laboratory seems to be more happy. This department needs to be external to a certain extent. Wizards outside often write letters to ask questions about laws and regulations. This department is responsible for answering these questions.The research office is a bit like learning, and the work it involves is mostly desk work, such as statistics, translation, drafting, drafting and other clerical work.

Looking at it, Heimdall realized that something was wrong. In the work summary, they cited some legal consultations they received recently, including a series of major cases involving the 19th century, one of which was a relatively large case. A group of wandering wizards crossed the border to kill and steal magical animals and magical animal eggs that were strictly prohibited from being hunted and sold back then. The case involved a wide range of areas, covering European countries, and even parts of Asia and Africa. There are countless animals, and various countries have suffered heavy losses.

This incident was so sensational back then that even the history of magic textbook now used has a separate chapter focusing on it.

Heimdall read that paragraph carefully again, and still felt that there was a conflict with his memory, so he took the report and went to the reference room next door to search. About half an hour later, he came out of the reference room, two hours later , he placed the work report before Judge Gironde.

"Did you sign it?" Gironde picked it up and found that it was very light in the hand. After a closer look, why is there only one copy?

Heimdall was actually quite hesitant to talk about it. It seemed that he had been here for so many years. Is it inappropriate for him to find fault within a few days?

But still couldn't hold back, "I didn't sign."

"Then sign it and give it to me." Gironde pushed the report back.

"I don't think I can sign..."

"why?"

"The things in it contradict what I read." He didn't say that others were wrong, and he couldn't arbitrarily say that he was right when he wasn't sure which side was right.

The elders and aunts in the office put down the newspapers and cups in their hands and looked over.

Gironde said: "What did you see? What? Where did you see it?"

"It's the reference room next door."

Upon hearing this, Gironde pushed back the report a second time.

Heimdall's mood suddenly became a little sad, and he honestly accepted the report. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard Girondt say to him: "Return this report and ask the research office to rewrite it and hand it in."

Heimdall was astonished.

Gironde said: "Although the reference room next door has been abandoned, all the manuscripts in it are the original manuscripts at that time. Even if there were mistakes in the records back then, it has become an unquestionable truth today. The information based on it was directly copied from the manuscript, and you can tell them by the way that they copied it wrong."

Heimdall's mood is like riding a roller coaster, going up and down for a while.

He wondered, did he hit the right button like this?