HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall couldn't imagine what a group of criminals would talk about when they got together. Now that they knew it, it was the same topic as ordinary people, rice, oil, sauce, vinegar, tea.

They'll laugh at the impressive hairstyle of a Minister for Magic, no anti-government remarks.They will also praise the sharpness of a wizard's political commentator in a certain country, but never touch on racially sensitive topics.No spiel, no cynicism... just a bit of innate superiority when it comes to the Muggle world.

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately he was not aggressive in front of him, perhaps Professor Kattenen had hinted at them, otherwise the meal would have been like sitting on pins and needles.

A temporary clerk of the International Wizengamot, sitting in front of five well-known police figures who can talk freely, should the clerk do something?Run?Run back to inform and collect the bounty?

A certain little clerk looked at the blurry angel mural on the wall, narrowed his eyes, and was still unable to talk to him. He made himself look like he was concentrating on studying whether the winged guy was a man or a woman.

"I went to Brazil last year and met Behemi in a bar in Sao Paulo." Shagari tapped his big pipe and suddenly changed the subject.

"Bessie?" Peacock Junker frowned, "Who are you talking about?"

"Oh, that's Behemi, the Macedonian minister of magic for three days?" Yezhov in the leather cloak remembered. "Is he still alive?"

"He's alive and kicking." Shagari snorted shortly, "and even alerted the Muggle police in St. Paul, who are on call 24 hours a day to arrest him."

"What's this guy doing again?" Like Shajiali, Ye Ruofu never liked this guy.

There are also circles in the underworld. Only people who like each other or who have a good style of work will occasionally gather together. Generally speaking, people who come to the underworld are not willing to buy other people's accounts. Obviously, the Bessie in their mouths Not all the way with them.

These old guys think that being bad also means having bad character, bad having browbones, and bad having edges and corners; The vulgar scoffed.

"What great career can he do, molesting minors, his lifelong pursuit." Shagari said. "This guy is a bedbug, and he stinks everywhere he goes."

"Why did he come to you?" Jun Ke wondered.

"Because he couldn't get out, the matter was too much trouble. I heard that Brazil's Minister of Magic was cruel and sent all the wizard patrols he could send to arrest him, sealed off the border, and notified the international police force, requesting Help." Shagari paused, then shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that I still didn't catch it, it's as slippery as a loach."

"It's the cops who are so useless, aren't they?" Junker turned to echo, unfortunately Heimdall was sitting on the other side of him.

Heimdall was silent, refusing to answer the question.

Junker curled his lips dully, but there was a smile in his eyes.

If Heimdall looked up, he would have found it, but it's a pity that he lowered his head and pretended to be a passerby.

Behemi, Sao Paulo, Brazil, last year.

Completely different from the dull expression was the turmoil in his heart, and Heimdall immediately began to worry about it.

Bessimy is a criminal who was just promoted to an orange notice at the beginning of last year. Just like what Shagari said, he is a pervert who sexually assaults minors. Of course, his crimes are far more than these, and sexual crimes are just one of them.This wizard likes to kill women, but he treats them equally when it comes to murder. Regardless of Muggles, half-bloods or pure-bloods, all those he looks at are doomed, and there are no survivors of his atrocities.

The negative impact caused by Bessie Mi is very large, and the number of cases is increasing year by year.The Behavior Research Department of the International Police Force, which specializes in dealing with serial homicides, set up a special project for him after he was promoted to the orange rank last year. Unfortunately, Bessie is extremely cunning, and every arrest failed. He is an escape expert.

Especially in recent years, his whereabouts have become a mystery. What the international police force has learned is precisely in Sao Paulo last year.

"You are flattering yourself. You sent someone to send him out of Brazil." Katenen complained about Shagari's intentions.

Shagari smiled, took a puff of a cigarette, and did not deny it.

Heimdall couldn't help but clenched his teacup tightly, and scratched the slippery mahogany tabletop in frustration the next second.

Seeing this scene, several old guys present all showed interesting smiles.

On such occasions, one must not reveal one's emotions, otherwise it is easy to be used in reverse, especially when facing these old men, Heimdall has to admit that he is still not good enough in the city.

"Don't be a fool, where did you send it?" Katenin would not sit idly by, otherwise this baby would be eaten alive by these old bastards.

Shagari laughed, no longer tantalizing, "Serbia."

"He wants to sneak back from Serbia? Macedonian wizards hate him." Ye Ruofu said casually.

"So what, who doesn't want to go home?" Junker said this.

Heimdall smiled gratefully at Katenen, he would be a fool if he didn't understand him anymore, this was the real purpose of Katenen bringing him here, and this was the big meal that the professor brought him.

Disclosed the information about being downgraded to orange level, and gave him the whereabouts of an orange level suspect.

How to make a small report to the international police force still needs a long-term plan. Of course, you can't use your own name, otherwise you may not get the credit and you will be messed up. The information source alone will make him unable to argue.

The content of the conversations that the old guys had next was deep and shallow. There was a tacit understanding of three sentences about committing crimes, and one person's name in five sentences. They talked about the most wanted criminals in various countries who have been involved in crimes in recent years. Some of the information was very clear and some were very vague. .

Heimdall's little heart fluttered in their chatter and laughter, and they easily controlled his emotions by manipulating the topic, although they knew it clearly but couldn't do anything about it.

What they said he really wanted to know was the worst of it.

Thanks to Merlin, he survived, obtained a large amount of information that is currently unable to be analyzed to be true or false, and grasped the movements of some suspects. He let out a breath, raised the glass and poured juice into his mouth. The juice had run out earlier.

Heimdall put down his glass and patted his head.

Someone beside him chuckled, and Junker poured him another glass. Before Heimdall could thank him, Yezhov yelled, "What kind of juice do you want to drink? If it's a man, drink it!" Pushing a bottle of Flame whiskey in front of Heimdall . "Although this wine is not as strong as the vodka in my hometown, it is barely drinkable."

Several other people, including Katenen, looked on cheerfully and did not intend to stop them. These old guys seem to have changed their minds and reformed, but they are still deviant in their bones. Drinking underage is really nothing to them. No, there will be the incisive conclusion that "the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change".

"I haven't passed my 15th birthday yet, so the starting point is too high." Heimdall shook his head hastily, covering the glass with his hand, preventing them from pouring him wine.

"What a little white rabbit!" Katenin unceremoniously exposed him, and then said to the others, "For this kid to drink a cup of tea, pour at least half a cup of vodka."

Ye Ruofu immediately gave him a thumbs up, praising him for his future.

Heimdall looked sad, "Professor, how could you betray me, I thought we were in the same group."

Several old guys couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ye Ruofu reacted quickly, asked the shopkeeper to serve a pot of tea, then poured half a cup of tea and then poured in half a cup of whiskey.

"Drink!" He proudly brought the cup to Heimdall.

Heimdall took it with both hands and pecked.

The other side was dissatisfied again, "If it's a man, just drink it!"

Heimdall drank it down and put the empty glass upside down on the table.

"Okay, okay!" Among the few people, Ye Ruofu yelled the loudest. It seemed that this Mr. Leather Cloak was a person who liked to liven up the atmosphere and be lively.

Heimdall chuckled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Junker immediately handed him a perfumed handkerchief with a disapproving expression on his face. Before the half glass of Flame Whiskey had time to work, the rich and tangy perfume on the handkerchief almost made him faint.

Heimdall subconsciously declined, and Junker turned his face down unhappily. Heimdall felt the whistling wind hit his brows and eyes, and quickly put the handkerchief back calmly.

The peacock's face changes faster than the sky, and it smiles brightly in the blink of an eye.

"Did you just say you were 15 years old? What month is your birthday?" Sagali asked Heimdall while biting his pipe. The others were fine, as if he was the only one who noticed the little details.

Heimdall saw a certain quality from him, and combined with the intelligence contribution just now, he discovered that he was a full-level alternative version of Carlo Jones.

"March." Heimdall felt that nothing would go wrong if he spoke honestly with these people.

"What's the date?" Shajiali asked again.

"number 3."

"Oh, it will be ready in a few days." Ye Ruofu looked shocked.

This acting... isn't it a little too much? !Heimdall couldn't help muttering.

"A little heart." Sagali took out a flat box wrapped in a layer of peacock blue satin from his pocket, and handed it to Heimdall. "This is a meeting gift. I will make up for my birthday present later."

You can tell it's been prepared beforehand.

Heimdall went to see Katenin, but Katenin looked away.

The box remained motionless in front of his eyes, and the smile on Shajiali's face remained unchanged. This psychological quality Heimdall could not imagine.

He took the box hesitantly, and said: "You can try to put some effort into charity. Charity pays attention to spreading money without leaving a name, but let others know that it was you who spread it. There are countless ways. Just give the international police It is enough for the army's intelligence system to catch a little bit of detail."

Shajiali was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes rolled with a smile.

Like Katenin, Junker and Yezhov are going to be relegated this year. They are calmer than Shagari, and they are also prepared.Heimdall’s collection of Shajiali’s things has been turned into reciprocity by himself, so he resolutely refuses to accept their things. The two are very unhappy. It seems that if they don’t accept them, they will lose face. Heimdall was blown by the gloomy wind of the two It was very messy, and he accepted it without saying a word.

The old men all looked at Nero Golden. Golden dropped the nuts in his hand and took out a paper bag.

"I live in poverty, busy running for my life, unlike them who can accumulate wealth from doing evil, I can't get any good things out."

As soon as this remark came out, several old men laughed and scolded him, "Your student gave you so many benefits, but you didn't want it, and came here to cry poor!"

Golden turned a deaf ear and threw the paper bag to Heimdall.

Could it be information about Charms?Thinking of this, Heimdall accepted with a smile on his face.

The other old men suddenly became unbalanced, this kid is too ignorant, if you are happy, don't smile so happily in front of us!

Because of this, Heimdall left a few old men with the initial impression that "the rich and the noble cannot be lewd, and the mighty is a bit condescending".

At this moment Katenen turned his face back again, "Have you received Durmstrang's letter of appointment?"

The three old men and Heimdall all looked surprised.

"Got it." Gordon said calmly. "I didn't expect that old man to refuse to teach anymore. I thought his teaching style of putting people to sleep could last into the 21st century."

The words are quite rude, and the expression is a bit contemptuous. They all say that colleagues are enemies, and it is not surprising that they don't like each other.

"Whenever this guy says that others don't die, I feel like I've lived in vain." Junker sighed.

Golden caught a glimpse of Heimdall's face, then sneered, "Why, do you think I insulted your respected teacher?"

Heimdall shook his head calmly, "I just realized why Grindelwald used Cruciatus on you."

The surrounding air froze dramatically for a few seconds, and then roared with laughter. A few old men were unscrupulous, causing the tables next to them to cast surprised glances frequently.

Perhaps Heimdall's words hit Nero's weak spot, and Professor Golden's eyes suddenly darkened.

Heimdall regretted it, impulsiveness is the devil, his heart was a devil at a certain moment just now, and the face of the other party is also a devil now.

"So you agreed?" It was Katenin who came to smooth things over.

"Why didn't you agree?" Golden looked at Heimdall with a gloomy gaze. "With such outstanding students, my desire to teach, which had been dormant for many years, revived again."

Yes, it was very burning, he could feel the fiery temperature.Heimdall burst into tears in those piercing gazes as if a small universe had exploded.

This meal was very rich, so rich that Heimdall felt uncomfortable in his stomach. No wonder he heard people say that he had to pick someone for a meal, and he felt very touched.

The old scoundrels are all hot-headed actionists. After the dinner, they patted their butts and left. Before leaving, they all smiled and said to Heimdall to contact him again. Heimdall just smiled and said nothing. good thing.

The old guys seemed to understand what he was thinking, winked at each other, and turned to say goodbye to Katenin.

"Professor Golden." Heimdall couldn't hold his breath after all.

Gordon turned around without saying a word.

The other three old men looked back casually, without staying.

"What's the matter?" Gordon sat down again.

"I apologize for my inappropriate remarks just now." Heimdall said sincerely. "Please don't take it to heart, I'm sorry."

Golden raised his eyebrows and looked at Katenin, who spread his hands towards him.

Golden did not speak, and Heimdall kept a humble posture.

"Gellert has never regretted saying the wrong thing, at least I haven't heard it." Golden's expression was a little dazed.

Heimdall raised his eyes and said, "I am Heimdall Strulusson."

Golden blinked hard, "You'd better serve the paper bag I gave you with snacks, and write to me if you have any questions."

Heimdall was stunned for a moment, but nodded despite being puzzled.

"What's wrong? Why keep staring at me?" Golden felt that Heimdall's eyes were a little strange.

Heimdall said with twinkling eyes: "Professor, congratulations, you have been normal for a long time."

Golden's expression froze, and Katenen couldn't help laughing beside him.

"...Don't worry, you're going crazy." With an old face red, Golden faltered and left this sentence, got up and left in a hurry, turned around and ran back after not taking a few steps, pointed at Heimdall, and spoke viciously. Katenen said: "Didn't you say that this kid is a bit stupid? Is this called stupid?!" The depression lingering in his eyebrows is obvious to all.

Katenin laughed louder.