HP's Foreign Land

He held the door and waited for the old lady to come out with small steps, and Heimdall closed the door and locked it.

"Aren't you coming tomorrow?" The bearded uncle in a green robe with the logo of the International Magic Injury Treatment Center embroidered - an upright wand with a flashing fire at the top - waited aside with his arms folded.

"Yes." Tomorrow is the day to visit the magic institution. When Heimdall chatted with him, he mentioned that this uncle has a good memory.

The bearded uncle smiled meaningfully, Heimdall blinked his eyes in confusion, and the bearded uncle pointed outward: "Let's talk about it later."

They struggled through the narrow corridors during the shift time, and the old man had disappeared.

They drilled out of the corridor and came to the open place. The open place is connected to the passage leading to the ground, and the lighting is sufficient. This place is set up as a simple rest area, with rickety tables, chairs and benches.Visitors can wait in line here, so the free tea is never enough.Internal employees who like to smoke often gather here to smoke, and smoking is strictly prohibited in the office area.

The bearded uncle likes to smoke a pipe. When Heimdall asked him if he wanted to relieve his addiction, the uncle refused.

A tall old-fashioned fireplace was built in the rest area. Most employees would choose to Floo back to the Wizarding Union to save time. Heimdall never used it. The bearded uncle thought that young people could do things as they wished, and told him that if he was late because of this, his boss would miss him.

"I'm afraid that my boss won't care about it. You know, I never make small reports." Heimdall laughed, looking particularly heartless.

He was supposed to get off work at 1 o'clock, but he didn't go back until after [-] o'clock every day. What's the matter?Heimdall doesn't use a fireplace because he needs to use the time of walking back to eat lunch, and by the way, fuel a situation that is of vital interest but cannot be immediately taken into account, magnifying his hard work and establishing the incomparable international Wizengamot. To be magnanimous can be said to serve multiple purposes in one fell swoop.

The bearded uncle laughed out loud when he heard this. This kid is by no means as honest as he appeared.

Since then, the bearded uncle has not used the fireplace anymore. According to his words: "I have dedicated myself to the International Magical Injury Treatment Center, and my mouth is almost worn out. It takes time to heal."

Unlike Heimdall who is busy doing nothing, Uncle is really busy.Every day, there are a bunch of wizards waiting in line to talk to him. If there was a threshold, the consultation and liaison office of the International Magic Injury Treatment Center would have been leveled down long ago.

They chatted over a simple packed lunch on the way back to the Wizarding Union building.

"You didn't tell the old woman that you wouldn't come tomorrow, did you?" the uncle asked inarticulately.

"No." Heimdall shook his head, paused, and laughed at himself, "Maybe I subconsciously don't want to see her anymore."

The uncle praised his high awareness, "Just watch, she will definitely not come tomorrow."

Heimdall didn't react at first, but laughed twice after a while.

"I'm not joking with you." The uncle thought he didn't believe it. "I know these old men and women too well. If things don't go well, just pretend to be pitiful and sympathetic. No one will make things difficult for them, otherwise you will become the headlines of the mainstream media and face criticism from all over the world." Picking up his beloved wife's bento, "I can bet today's lunch that she must have heard everything she should hear just now."

Heimdall's chewing movements slowed down, and he felt that he was particularly irritable today, although he was not a calm person in the first place.

"Meet a difficult wizard?" The bearded uncle took good care of him, and Heimdall shared some of the pressure for him by talking.

This is the way the two of them got along. The uncle taught him how to use his harsh eyes to discern visitors with ulterior motives, and Heimdall used his status as an informal IW clerk with no conflict of interest to guide him to dump garbage outside.

"Conservatives who don't know how to adapt, think suspiciously all day long that they have Scattered Dragon Pox." The uncle laughed dryly. "What a genius invention! I have worked in the International Magic Injury Treatment Center for 20 years, and this is the first time I have heard of this disease."

This Heimdall knows better, dragon pox is dragon pox, and varicella is varicella, the former is an infectious disease, and the latter is a non-contagious skin disease, so they should not be confused.

"I know what those guys are dissatisfied with me. They don't like me because I don't look like the decent person they think they are." The bearded uncle stroked his beard cherishingly. "Sorry, I'm middle-aged but I'm not bald or terrified. I'm happy with the thickness of my hair and don't want to change the look just yet. I don't like to button up my robes all the way, and I don't have my trousers pressed like two plywood, not to mention bending down and fiddling with the trouser legs from time to time to keep the seams straight. I’m not humble enough to speak and sincere enough to people. Can you believe it?! They spread rumors that I’m up to no good just because I refused to shave my beard !"

"If it were me, I would threaten them with an incurable disease, and it is difficult to cure the kind that will kill people if it is undetectable." Heimdall imitated screaming with his voice hanging, "Scattered Dragon Pox ?! God, what did you do to make Merlin hate you so much!"

The bearded uncle patted him on the shoulder vigorously, amused by his lifelike performance.

"It's unbelievable that I was enlightened by a boy who was as old as my daughter." The bearded uncle suddenly became vicissitudes.

"It shows that your mentality is still very young." Heimdall complimented him. "An adult wizard your age would just turn me off with a licorice lollipop."

They ate the last of their lunch as they walked up the steps outside the Wizarding Union building, and parted ways at the elevator door in the lobby.

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"Sturluson!"

Heimdall, who was rushing forward, stopped, and turned around to see Judge Hollingworth standing at the door of the office and waving to him, so he hurriedly turned and ran over.

"I don't care about other places, but don't run in the office area of ​​the International Wizengamot."

Before he could stand still, Hollingworth's severe accusations hit his face.

Heimdall lowered his eyebrows and remained silent. Could it be that he stopped himself to blame himself for not being calm?Insinuating that he shouldn't be back so late?

Just when Heimdall tried to resist the urge to retort, Hollingworth said: "It seems that the brainwashing course of the police force is going well, although I'm [-]% sure that you must be cursing in your stomach now." Me, but I can't see the slightest clue from your face."

Heimdall almost blurted out: You are so wise and powerful!

Hollingworth knew that his guess was right when he saw his too bright eyes, and a small smile appeared on his face.

Heimdall shrank his neck in fear, not thinking that this was some kind of friendly expression. In the entire International Wizengamot, he was most afraid that this promising young judge in front of him would miss him. The veteran is still a bit thicker.Every time Heimdall sees him, he can't help but think of Rommel. Although the two of them don't have the slightest similarity in appearance, they are the same "mountain collapses in front of them without changing color". What the little fox is most afraid of is the cunning big fox.

"I'm sorry to tell you that classes are suspended this afternoon." Hollingworth glanced at the fuchsia robe on his body, "Go and change into the robes of the police force, and then come back here."

"May I know what I'm going to do?"

Hollingsworth deadpan: "I want to hear you say 'Yes, sir.'"

Heimdall bowed his head and walked around him towards the locker room, instead of running, he walked.

×××

His ears were filled with crackling noises, like huge raindrops hitting the glass window. Heimdall raised his head in the dark space and looked around. The darkness around his eyes was like a shadow, and his vision of 1.5 still made him useless.

The sound of the door opening suddenly came from the front, and the light gushed out from a gap that appeared out of thin air and kept pushing outwards, like the radiance of the sun rising from the horizon, repelling the darkness instantly.Suddenly, there was a severe discomfort of being squeezed in the stomach, as if all the organs in the body were to be compressed and pulled out of the body, Heimdall suddenly covered his mouth, and pressed the stomach tightly with the other hand.

Someone grabbed his shoulders and brought him closer to him, letting him lean against himself, saving him from collapsing from discomfort.Judging by the feeling of feet along the way, the slippery and wet ground is not paved with shiny tiles.

Backing him up was Judge Hollingworth.

Heimdall wanted to say thanks, but his churning stomach made him hesitate, he was afraid that he would spit on Hollingworth with the opening of his mouth—judging from a flash of thought in his mind, he actually wanted to do that dry.

"Okay, save some strength on your feet, I won't always be able to free my hands." Hollingworth squinted his eyes in the gradually brightening environment, as if he knew his psychological activities, and spoke firmly. "Almost every prison will cause similar troubles for new wizards. I hope you can adapt quickly."

"I'm not new here." Heimdall didn't want to talk back to him, but it was a matter of principle.New to the prison?What could it be, too bad luck!

Hollingworth smiled shortly, "I'm glad to see you so energetic, isn't it uncomfortable anymore, yes, keep it up."

Heimdall's face was pale, damn it, he just let himself blur the focus, don't compete with him at this time!Heimdall believes that Judge Hollingworth used the strong to bully the weak, and won by force.

In the short moment when Hollingworth walked into the light, Heimdall suddenly thought how similar the pain that erupted when he practiced Apparation was similar to the feeling in front of him. The wrong position of the water was installed before sewing.It is not an exaggeration to describe it as overwhelming.

He faced the tragedy and danger head-on at the beginning, and finally won the revolutionary victory of "no need to bet a copper Knut for travel expenses as long as conditions permit". This time, he will deal with the enemy to the end and never vomit!

They are now in an underwater prison, according to Hollingworth, the prison is located near the Strait of Gibraltar.Heimdall's exact location is unknown, as he apparated with Hollingworth.

So the sound of rain he heard just now was most likely due to his own hallucination, and even if it wasn't a hallucination, it was unlikely to be the sound he thought.As for what that sound was, Heimdall didn't ask. He didn't want to stop being curious about this question without breaking the casserole.

There is indeed an "Atlantis" near the Strait of Gibraltar, but it is a pity that it is not the Taoyuan Township that Muggles have speculated and debated for centuries.

Hercules Prison ranks last among the five famous prisons in the wizarding world. In the wizarding judicial circle, it is famous for its excellent detention conditions. Nine out of ten unforgivable prisoners hope that they can end up in this prison In old age, the remaining indifferent belongs to the ignorant.Hercules is the yearning place for prisoners, the Garden of Eden in the prison.

That's what's been said outside.

Heimdall was lucky enough to visit this famous prison today. He must be lying if he said he was not excited. Being able to transfer from classroom to practice means that his courses have come to an end and his performance has been affirmed. It was too sudden, and he was not mentally prepared at all. He had just cultivated some emotions and was consumed by stomach cramps.

Therefore, when Heimdall gritted his molars and followed Hollingworth in the warden's office with a black face, the first impression of the seemingly weak warden was that he was too young. After analyzing his persistent "vicious" demeanor, he immediately gave evaluations such as "stable and deep", which is the kind of rising star who is not afraid of danger.

He interpreted Heimdall's distorted facial expression due to pain as jealousy, and admired his unshakable sense of justice-in private, although it came naturally and was full of drama, it brought a lot of trouble to Heimdall's future work. A lot of convenience.

The warden's office gave Heimdall a lot of encouragement. It was even more shabby than the pigeon cage in the consultation and liaison office. It had a walnut-colored desk with several holes eaten by termites. The warden sat on a faux leather chair behind the desk. , a wooden stool without a back is placed in the middle of the desk.

On both sides of the desk are two metal cabinets, colorful notes are pasted on the cabinet doors, and the walls are covered with fine cracks like spider webs.All the furniture here was nailed to the floor, except for the chair the warden sat on.

The warden is a tall and thin man with a sallow complexion, as if he has absorbed too much moisture from the bottom of the sea. Perhaps it is the boxwood wizard chess in front of him, and the chess pieces on it need to be moved every three seconds.

There is no such thing as visiting a prison in the wizarding world. Whether you are murdering, arson, stealing, or robbing, whether you are imprisoned for life or detained, once you enter behind the iron gate, you will be completely isolated from the world.There are only two ways to get out of prison. First, bureaucrats who suffer from nowhere to get promoted want to increase their popularity by overturning the case-this method has a premise, that is, you are indeed wronged; second, escape from prison.

The realization of the former is slim, otherwise Sirius Black would not escape from prison, and then save the country in a curve; therefore, the possibility of realizing freedom by using the latter is relatively high.Of course, no matter which country's Ministry of Magic would encourage prisoners to pursue freedom, the safety factor of the prison is not the highest, only higher.

It is impossible for the warden to give up his office to IW as a reception room. They have to go in and enjoy the interior scenery by themselves.

"Although it's not necessary, I still want to say, you know the rules, please don't add extra workload to me." The warden suddenly turned up the volume before Hollingworth turned around, and the lights flickered in his eyes There was a dark flicker, and the eyes had a different texture, which was quite different from the lifeless one before.

Hollingworth snorted, feeling unclear.

In an instant, the warden changed back to how he was before, and the sharpness just now seemed to be an illusion.

When he left the warden's office, Heimdall saw the black-haired and black-skinned monster standing outside the door and immediately understood why the warden looked sick. Hercules' guards were scrawny ghouls. Living with such goblins is like living in a cold grave all day long.

Led by the ghoul, they stopped in front of a heavy metal door with more than a dozen locks hanging on each side of the door, and they couldn't tell the direction of opening and closing.The ghoul slowly unlocked the locks one by one with the keys. Calculated from the time it took to open a lock, the two behind him will face the wall here for a long time.

When the first lock was opened, the heavy iron chain fell heavily on the ground with harsh friction sounds. Heimdall felt the ground shake and spread to the soles of his feet. He looked at the lock in amazement and guessed its weight.

"I hope these ten days have not been wasted by you." Hollingworth suddenly said something meaningful.

"Excuse me?" Heimdall never expected to establish a tacit understanding with him. "I need inspiration."

Hollingworth glanced at him, "Reference room."

Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief. He had realized something when he got the key to the reference room ten days ago. Letting him manage the reference room was not just about making him a house elf for two months.

But ten days...

Heimdall said hesitantly, "As for the information, I can't guarantee that within ten days-"

"What did I say?" Hollingworth interrupted him abruptly. "What information?" A look of "I don't understand what you're talking about".

The moment the metal gate opened, Hollingworth looked ahead and said with a happy expression introducing the paradise of Mykonos: "Welcome to Eden Hercules on earth!" Turning his eyes to Heimdall, Dafa A merciful reminder, "But please be careful not to be too happy to leave and linger."

Hollingworth tossed a bag full of rolled parchment to Heimdall, and watched as Heimdall carried it across his body.Heimdall felt that he might look like an overage newspaper boy with a dull expression who was not very good at business, perhaps worse than a newspaper boy, because Hollingworth curled the corners of his mouth undisguised.

"After you go in, listen and watch more, and keep your mouth shut if you don't tell me." Hollingworth said again. "Remember who you are today, Agent Sturluson, no, student."

In other words, even if it is a cover-up, it is still a zero-hour job?

The boss's little mouth is full of evil and evil!

Heimdall felt melancholy.