HP's Foreign Land

The fireplace brought Heimdall to a very bright and spacious lobby. Stepping out of the fireplace and looking around, the first thing that caught the eye was the ten figures in the center of the lobby supported by ten columnar stone piers nearly two meters high. The statues, without exception, wear the robes of the police force, or run, sit or stand, with different postures, lifelike, and even facial expressions are different, unlike the statues in the cafeteria of the International Federation of Wizards profiling.

But after a closer look, you can find that the costumes between the statues have changed slightly. Heimdall was about to walk over to take a closer look, when he heard a sudden movement behind him, and then someone asked the back of his head, "Can you please let me go?" Let go?"

Heimdall was startled, and quickly moved away from the fireplace. The person behind him nodded to him and left.

It was only then that Heimdall discovered that there was a row of fireplaces in front of this wall of the lobby, like an elevator, and wizards in student uniforms or official police uniforms came out of the fireplace one after another.

A deep corridor is facing the fireplace wall, at the other end of the lobby, and you need to cross the entire lobby to get there.

Heimdall quickly walked towards the corridor according to what Hollingworth told him before he left. He has no time to travel or appreciate statue art now.

There are a row of doors on both sides of the corridor, each door looks similar, dull and heavy, monotonous in color and form, looking from a distance, it is extremely dark, as if there is no end.

Hollingworth told him that his classroom was No. 16 on the right.

Heimdall pushed open the door of classroom No.16. The light pouring out from behind the door made his pupils shrink sharply. Heimdall closed his eyes uncomfortably. After the situation improved, he walked in.

The small classroom has no windows. The bright light in the room comes from the candle holders placed on each desk, and the floor is made of terrazzo.At one end of the classroom was a dilapidated podium, and behind the podium stood a blackboard propped up on a wooden shelf. The walls on both sides of the classroom were covered with pictures, photos, and papers with different ink colors and different handwritings. Or the posters torn from newspapers, news, and even some old-looking parchments. In short, these two walls are like school bulletin boards, no, they are even more exaggerated than school bulletin boards. One floor, you will find that there are...

"Mr. Stulusson, you are late." The voice suddenly sounded, and Heimdall was startled.

Heimdall turned around hastily and saw a person sitting by the desks in the first row, thinking that he was probably the teacher, so he hurriedly apologized.

"This is not an example." The teacher stood up, wearing a police robe, and the purple light flowed on the black cloth as he walked.

Is the teacher of the IW special police unit.

Heimdall suddenly felt that the teacher's voice was very familiar. After pondering for a while, he finally realized that he was the Mr. Facial Paralyzed who led the way for him during Mr. Black's trial and chatted with him in the waiting room.

The appearance of the "acquaintance" subtly eased the slight tension in Heimdall's heart, and he sat down in the first row of seats.

International Magic Law Police Corps student training base, classroom No.16, entering the course teaching time.

Teacher, one.student, one.

Whoever has activities in which classroom will be recorded.

The classroom door automatically locked with a "click".

After self-introduction, Heimdall knew that the cool boy with facial paralysis was named Moor Hasali. Heimdall guessed that he might be from the Middle East based on his skin color, appearance, and name.Heimdall called him Professor Hasali, but the paralyzed cool brother refused this title, and let him just call him by his last name. Heimdall always insisted on calling him Mr. Hasali.

This morning's class is the most basic introductory class. The main purpose is to let Heimdall understand prisons around the world, such as the historical background of the establishment of the prison, the country it belongs to, the functional division, and the general whereabouts of the convicted prisoners after the IW trial, etc.Learning is a step-by-step process, and it must start from the shallower to the deeper. The so-called hot tofu cannot be eaten in a hurry.

Mr. Hasali sent Heimdall a diagram showing a simple outline of the prisons and marking where they were roughly located.

Heimdall couldn't help but be speechless after getting the chart. There are 840 prisons, and there are many more wizard prisons in the world than imagined. (PS: It is said that in reality there are more than 800 prisons in the world, and China has more than 600. I thought about it, and it seems that the number of wizards is relatively small, and prisoners of different natures are generally not held in one prison. In the whole world, a few hundred are a little less, so simply pull out ten thousand and add a fraction directly.)

Anyone who marked the silver balance of IW on the label means that there are prisoners in charge of IW in this prison, which means that Heimdall will one day learn to work and become an official executive inspector. These prisons are his place of work.

There are a total of 170 three prisons that IW can send to, including [-] cooperative prisons—that is, communicated with the local magic government, and [-] directly affiliated prisons.

He also noticed that Azkaban in the UK is not within the purview of IW. In other words, prisoners tried by IW cannot be sent to Azkaban. Azkaban Prison has the right to refuse to accept prisoners tried by IW.

"Prisons are mostly determined according to the decision-making type of the country's leadership. Azkaban Prison has been a well-known 'only in and out' prison for so many years." Mr. Hasali introduced. "Prisoners imprisoned in Azkaban have only one way out - to die in prison. Azkaban is guarded by dementors. They will immediately suck away the happiness and happiness of prisoners. It is difficult for ordinary wizards to grow up. Time to suffer that kind of torture, generally speaking, being imprisoned in Azkaban means that your life is over."

"So even if the prisoner is framed, it is difficult to find a way to appeal?"

"Dementors don't care whether you are innocent or not. Once you are imprisoned, you will be treated equally." Mr. Hasali continued, "Azkaban does not allow visits."

In this way, Sirius Black really has no other choice but to escape from prison. From another perspective, maybe an overly extreme method may evolve into indirectly encouraging prisoners to escape from prison?

Hasali said: "Chairman Dumbledore proposed to establish another relatively 'moderate' prison in England at the regular international meeting of the International Federation of Wizards many years ago. The Ministry refused to discuss further on the grounds of its own internal affairs, and then the matter was left alone."

"Azkaban is like a general prison." That is, all types of criminals are locked in one prison.

"Right," Hashally said. "I guess Chairman Dumbledore meant to detain dark wizards and criminals of other natures separately. In fact, this idea is correct and humane. Not to mention convenient management, it is more fair to wizards in ordinary cases, but the British Ministry of Magic Insisting that criminals are heinous and unforgivable, they want to completely cut off the possibility of returning the tiger to the mountain, and Chairman Dumbledore has no choice."

Heimdall was puzzled, "Professor Dumbledore is the chief wizard of the International Federation of Wizards, the chairman of the British branch of the International Federation of Wizards, and the honorary chairman of the International Wizengamot, the chairman of the British Wizengamot, Such a title has no right to speak in the UK?"

With this string of identities suppressed, the British Minister of Magic will stand aside. Heimdall has always thought that if Professor Dumbledore is not a promise, he should be a response to everything, right?

"Because he has so many titles, many things cannot come out of his mouth."

Heimdall expressed confusion.

"It's not good to talk about his status, and it's even worse to say too much."

Heimdall understood a little bit, "Avoid suspicion?"

"That's almost what it means. The higher the status, the more things you have to carry. Correspondingly, the restrictions are getting bigger and bigger. He can make suggestions, suggestions, and requests, but it is often not him who makes the decision. At best, he can guide the results in the direction he wants to see. To put it bluntly, Chairman Dumbledore is a manager, not a decision maker."

Heimdall was in a daze for a while, and then said with emotion, "I thought Professor Dumbledore was a big man who called the wind and rain."

Hasali thought to himself, if Chairman Dumbledore could really call the wind and rain, there would be nothing wrong with the Order of the Phoenix.

"The title is an affirmation of a person's ability, and the relationship between it and power is very delicate."

"It's really complicated." Heimdall frowned.

Hasali said, "So can you understand?"

"I think I understand," said Heimdall after a moment's thought. "A person with a title may have power, or he may have no title. On the contrary, a person with power does not necessarily have a title, or does not need a title."

Hasali picked up the prison chart and ordered, "I will memorize the content on it when I go to class tomorrow, and I will review it after I go back today."

Heimdall nodded.

"Then get out of class is over, let's eat, remember not to eat too much, or the class in the afternoon will be very uncomfortable." Hasali began to tidy up the textbooks on the podium.

Heimdall took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was past eleven o'clock, and the time passed quickly without realizing it.

"Can't I eat here?" He thought that the training base would include meals and lessons.

"Okay, but how do you explain your new student who suddenly appeared after entering the student cafeteria? At present, the new students in the base all come in in April, as the new 'newcomers' who will be promoted three months later. How are you going to answer this question? You haven't seen anyone for a long time, and how are you going to explain the reason for your sudden disappearance to IW colleagues?"

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "What time is class in the afternoon?" What a blunt way of changing the subject, Heimdall wanted to scratch the wall.

Returning to the police headquarters from the fireplace, Ms. Winsett was already waiting by the fireplace with her school uniform. After thanking him, Heimdall changed into the school uniform and followed Ms. Winsett back to the front through a relatively secluded road. Hall, walked out through the door.

After returning to IW's office area, Heimdall still didn't feel any relaxation. It seemed that he was destined to follow the route of secrecy in his life.

***

Rommel ended his regular meeting and returned to Finland. In the evening, Heimdall returned to his residence on the branch road of Zhongxia Avenue in the ancient town of Kapok exhausted.

The pod cat stood up at the first time; the toffee in front of the fireplace moved away, as if to share some heat with him; Hina had already prepared a table of good meals waiting for him; Victor at home took what was in his hand and took off his heavy cloak for him. Heimdall, who was cold and hungry, almost burst into tears.

It's no wonder that many men have struggled all their lives for nothing more than wanting to have hot meals, children, wives, and hot kangs when they return home from get off work.

He doesn't count on the child in this life, but his wife and the hot kang... Heimdall looked at Victor and Hina hesitantly. It seems that it has basically been realized? !

"Today's workload is heavy?" Victor felt that he was a little listless.

"A lot of physical work." Heimdall gnawed on the fleshy bones.

Unexpectedly, he would have a day of physical education class. In Heimdall's view, the "Magic Physical Training" in the afternoon was a mixture of the physical education class in the Muggle world and the charm class in the wizarding world.

Throughout the afternoon, the first half was running and jumping, starting from the simplest method to exercise physical fitness; the second half was to exercise on magic, and starting from the simplest method to exercise hit rate, magic proficiency, etc.In short, it is a double torture of physical strength and spirit.

This afternoon, he recited the Disarming Curse no less than a hundred times, and his mouth was almost worn out, but the teacher still pointed out that it was not in place, and the magic release needed to be corrected.

As a result, when he sees the glowing red thing now, he has a conditioned reflex, and his eyes glow green.

After the primary physical fitness test, the teacher in charge of the class judged that he was absent-minded, panting after running for a few steps, and seriously lacking in physical strength. He decided to increase the amount of physical training from the next class, because his magic training was unexpected. It is good, and the degree is higher than the teacher expected, so the teacher decided to favor physical fitness between physical fitness and magic.

"As a policeman, it would be so ugly if you can't run while chasing criminals!" The teacher tried very hard to promote the benefits of excellent physical fitness, and he spoke impassionedly.

Heimdall was lying on the ground, as tired as a dog, raised his head tremblingly, and tremblingly changed his mind. He really wanted to remind the teacher that he didn't have to chase suspects on the road in the future, he was just in prison Chatting with prisoners, it is said that there are chairs to sit on...

Obviously, the teacher treated him as strictly as an ordinary student.

Thinking of this, Heimdall gnawed harder.

I followed Mr. Hasali's advice and didn't dare to eat too much at noon. Heimdall was very grateful for his timely advice, and also very pleased that he was so obedient. If he ate and drank as usual at noon, the physical education class in the afternoon would probably be enough .

However, as soon as he finished class in the afternoon, he was so hungry that he unknowingly ate half a box of chocolates for the rotating chief. Unappetizing.

"Xina, do you still have the cream balls you made last time?"

"Does the master like it? Hina can make it again."

That is to say, there is no more.

"Did you make any other snacks?"

"I just made vegetable biscuits today."

This is not tasty, the most important thing is that Heimdall doesn't like vegetables, so things related to vegetables are not very popular at home, but under Victor's suggestion, Hina will try to make some every once in a while, anyway Heimdall didn't object either.

"Pack up these small vegetable biscuits and wrap them beautifully," Heimdall ordered. "But don't be too fancy, just look generous."

Hina led the way.

"Why do you suddenly pay attention to desserts?" Victor asked while cutting the beef.

"Today I ate half a box of chocolates for the rotating chief, so I want to bring something back when I go to work tomorrow."

"Use something you don't like?" Victor said amusedly.

Heimdall pursed his lips and stammered, "I'm getting older... eat more vegetables..."

Before going to sleep, the more Heimdall thought about it, the more uneasy he became. Although every other quarter a new BOSS will be in charge, but no matter what, the chief on duty is the biggest BOSS in the office in name, and he will give the big BOSS something he doesn’t like. Veggie biscuits do have a bad conscience.

In the middle of the night, Victor came into the kitchen and made him a box of whipped cream chocolates. Hina wrung her fingers and stood in a corner of the kitchen, daring to speak out, muttering repeatedly: "Xina can also make chocolates. ..."

Heimdall and Toffee teamed up to sneakily eat at least one-third of the finished product.

The next day, he went to work with vegetable biscuits and whipped cream chocolate. The chief on duty didn't refuse and accepted it with a smile on his face, which made other grandparents in the office jealous.

"Fresh cream chocolate is delicious." Heimdall strongly recommended it, but he didn't dare to blatantly say that it was better than that unreliable strange-flavored chocolate.

The rotating chief’s family owns a chocolate shop, so he tasted one out of curiosity, and nodded in satisfaction, his must have made other grandparents greedy, cheekily asking for chocolates.

"Your house elf made this too?" one grandma raved after tasting it.

Heimdall has introduced vegetable biscuits before.

"Xina didn't do it." Heimdall couldn't help showing off. "The chocolate is made by my boyfriend Victor."

As soon as he said this, Heim Dalton felt proud of having a virtuous and beautiful wife in his family.