HP's Foreign Land

Ke left the convenience store in the twilight morning light, and spent a night where he was no longer hungry by relying on the bread of the earring boy. The mean nagging voices are not as pleasing as they used to be.

After opening the door, he couldn't help being surprised to see Heimdall coming out to welcome him.

"Have you eaten yet?" Heimdall asked pouting.

Ke shook his head, and nodded again—he just ate the last piece of bread he couldn't bear to eat an hour ago, and at the same time, his stomach growled untimely, and Ke's face turned red.

"Come, come, let's eat together, it's your share." Heimdall pulled Cora into the room, quickly took the light paper bag in his hand and put it on the table.The logo of the supermarket is printed on the bag, and it is guessed that it contains simple but not nutritious food in all likelihood.

Victor had a game today, and Heimdall drove him back to rest in the middle of the night. He didn't expect to come to him early in the morning to bring him food. He asked about his health and cared for him. He looked like a good wife at the end of the century, no, a good man in the new century. But in the end, he was driven back to sleep by the "hard-hearted" Heimdall.

Sitting on a chair by Heimdall and stuffed with another sandwich, Ke watched Heimdall chewing and swallowing, unable to hold back his saliva.

Heimdall pushed him with his elbow, "Hurry up, it doesn't feel good to be hungry, eat more when you are full." He looked empathetic.

Ke agreed with his words, the fragrance of the food constantly stimulated the sense of smell, and the halazi in his mouth became more and more surging.Ke didn't hold back any longer, and swallowed gulps together with Heimdall.The two noticed each other's voracious eating, and at the same time showed a satisfied smirk.

Satiated enough to drink and eat, to clean up briefly, Ke sat down at the table, Heimdall looked at the blue eyes of his eyes, and said, "You should rest first, and we will continue to learn magic when I come back from get off work." Disappointed, Heimdall scratched his head with a grin.

"Then let's talk briefly?" Heimdall winked at him.

Ke Xin nodded happily, took out a palm-sized notebook from his pocket, opened it with a ballpoint pen, and looked serious.

"There are indeed a lot of things that need to be recorded, but not now, there is no rush." ​​He smiled appreciatively at his diligence and studious.

Heimdall looked around, thinking about taking a small blackboard and a box of chalk with him when he got off work.

Heimdall touched the polished table, "Did you feel that this room has changed from when you left last night?"

Ke raised his eyes sharply, and his gaze fell on everything carefully, even the sandwich residues that fell on the table.After a long time, he shook his head and lowered his head as if he had made a mistake.

Heimdall patted his hand in an encouraging gesture, and Coe's depressed mood eased a little, but he still looked depressed as if he had done something wrong.

"Victor and I, my boyfriend, installed a defensive magic in your room yesterday. If our magic works, starting today, other wizards will not be able to apparate in your room." and Apparation." Heimdall pressed his hand on Coe's thick, rough palm. "Tell me, Coe, have the saints been to you yet?"

Hearing the word "saint", Ke shrank his shoulders involuntarily, which could make such an honest man shiver. It can be seen that the saint did not leave a good impression on him, even though he is the descendant of an old man.It's quite normal to think about it. The Saints are not a charity organization. As an anti-government organization, there is no need to establish an image of being close to the people.

"No, no..." Ke shook his head.

"Don't use magic lightly outside, especially in densely populated areas. Once you use magic, the monitors above will notice it. Of course, the Ministry of Magic is no better than a saint, but it will inevitably send people to investigate, even if it is just a formal process. It's very troublesome." Heimdall said earnestly.

Ke couldn't comprehend the profound meaning of "trouble" for a while, but he absolutely obeyed the teacher's instruction and immediately nodded his head.

Heimdall withdrew his palm, smiled lightly, and brought the topic back to just now, "You can continue the surveillance work as usual, don't worry, listen to me," Heimdall told him to stay calm. "I will come to your place for a walk every day after get off work. You monitor yours, and I walk mine. Then we will meet at your house at a certain time."

Ke was a little confused at first, but after a while he figured it out, nodded his head vigorously, and made a note of it.

"My skills are not good enough, even with Victor's help, I can't hide my level of half-bottle sloshing." Heimdall laughed at himself. "This room is equipped with a defensive shield. Apart from the inability to apparate and apparate, as long as it is not a difficult magic, ordinary people will not be able to notice the movement here, so it is safer to teach you here than outside."

Heimdall gave Ke some time to digest, and when he figured it out, he continued: "Usually, don't let people into the house casually. It's a different matter if you know old friends. Strangers and people you don't know very well don't go home casually." Well, so do animals."

Ke listened and said without hesitation: "Don't bring animals home, you can't afford them, and they're dangerous."

A simple answer made Heim Dalton look at him with admiration. In the future, whoever says Ke is stupid, he will be anxious with whom!

Before leaving, Heimdall told him to take a good rest, "After waking up, feel the atmosphere in the room, I believe you can feel the difference." Handed him a thin book, which recorded simple spells and their effects As well as how to use it, there are some experiences and tips.

This was written by Heimdall in the early morning, so that Coe could understand it without much effort.Heimdall once tried to bring him some spell books. It seemed that the written language was difficult to understand.

Heimdall believes that once the science is learned, the future is promising.

Although Ke is not smart, when God closes a door, another window will naturally be opened. Ke's spells are quite powerful. Once he was hit by his disarming spell, his palms were paralyzed for a long time before he recovered.

It's not that Heimdall hasn't been hit by the Disarming Curse before, and it's the first time he's personally tried a spell with such a long-lasting effect.

After Heimdall left, Ke didn't move for a long time, thinking over and over again how to feel and perceive, and an hour passed by when he realized it. Thinking of Heimdall's warning before he left, he rushed into the narrow bathroom to use After a simple flush of cold water, I changed into clean clothes and climbed into bed.

Throwing off the blanket, he patted the pillow earnestly, but the next second he looked at his hands in a daze.

His hands have always been wearing gloves. Ever since the news of his father's conviction and capture came, his mother bought them for him overnight. After wearing them for more than ten years, the color has faded, and the edges are worn and rolled up. Never took it off in front of people.If someone mentions it, he will use the reason his mother told him - he was burned, and gloves are used to hide his ugliness.When faced with the harsh convenience store owner, Ke also persisted for a while, but fortunately, others thought it was personal privacy, so he let it go.

Ke lay down slowly, pulled the blanket over his body, stared at the crack in the ceiling without blinking, his eyes were straight.

Before the apparition, Heimdall stretched out the dragon leather armguard with a pair of gloves, squinted at the king, and smiled wildly, "Bite it, you're welcome."

This armguard was specially prepared for the king.

The king was indeed rude.

At the moment of Apparition, there was a scream, Judge Hollingworth shook his head regretfully, it was his own fault.

Two people and one animal appeared in the corridor of Hercules Prison, and the king spit out the things in his mouth as eagerly as he vomited once.

He took a big bite and bit all on his wrist.Heimdall hugged his arms and burst into tears. How did he know where the weak link of the armguard was?

He unbuttoned the armguard and found that the skin was torn, but there was no bleeding. It was a false alarm. Heimdall smiled openly. The gold Galleon flower is worth it.Hollingworth gave him a blank look, screaming like a pig just now.In fact, it's not Heimdall, he has a psychological shadow.

The anemic person was one step ahead of them and was staring at the prison chief.The warden still had the dry look that lacked sunlight, and he was a perfect pair with the anemic man with a pale face.According to the old rules, Heimdall carefully took the newspaper from the warden, in exchange for a friendly smile from the warden.The newspapers read each time are personally arranged by the warden. According to regulations, prisoners are not qualified to contact the outside world. The former Minister of Magic is a special case that occurs once in a hundred years.

Even so, not all newspapers can be delivered here. Heimdall has never read the important news of current affairs to Mr. Minister, and he has little contact with people's livelihood issues. The important decisions of the International Federation of Wizards are even unheard of. Gossip news with jealousy and insinuations, or clichés from a certain minister of a certain country.

I remember one time when I had a copy of the Gospel in my pocket. Mr. Minister was not shy about it. He listened to the praise to God word for word, and didn't even raise his eyebrows when it was over.The higher-ups told him to reform his mistakes, devote himself to goodness, and shut him up without forgetting to do ideological and moral education.

Heimdall sometimes couldn't help thinking that since the sentence of life imprisonment was deprived of a person's freedom for life, why bother.

Since the last time, Hollingworth stopped staring at him, but let him act on his own, this time accompanied by the king.

Mr. Minister is still the same, well, even if you want to change your face in prison, you lack the conditions to realize it.

Heimdall also avoided the disagreement with him. In fact, Heimdall didn’t know how to greet a man who had been in prison for 20 years. Just skip it.

The presence of the king is indeed a deterrent. Heimdall found that the haggard guards would walk around them, and when they passed by them, their casual posture would be nervously restrained, and they would return to normal after they drifted away.

"That's Hulk Hunting?" Behind the railing, the silent Minister of Magic spoke slowly.

This was the second time the Minister had spoken to him since the first meeting, and to be honest, Heimdall was flattered.

This Mr. Minister did not give him the feeling that he was suffering from a prison. His demeanor, his composure, and his slowness were the same as those senior officials Heimdall usually saw in the Wizarding Union. Always dignified and elegant, calm and relaxed.

Those big officials are leisurely because they are high-ranking officials and generously paid, and they can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance. Although the person in front of him is high and powerful, it is already in the past tense, which shows that his upbringing has been deeply rooted.

Whether it's good face or integrity, Heimdall is willing to respect his "take Joe".

So, even though the warden told him not to talk too much with the prisoner, so as not to be affected by what he shouldn't hear—in fact, he was afraid of being incited—Heimdall decided to speak up.

"Yes, it's the partner the higher-ups found for me." Heimdall smiled.

Even if it is just garrisoning without doing anything when performing tasks, the king will not sit quietly with his tongue out like a dog, but maintains a posture that can be culled at any time, with sharp eyes and vigilance at all times.

Returning to the police corps under the condition of the king will surely live like a fish in water, and is regarded as a treasure by the detectives.

It was only at this time that Heimdall understood what the instructors meant when they said that they were overqualified and useless. It was indeed wronged for him to let a hunter who had been trained and had been on the battlefield show him the door.

Even though the king's murderous intent was overwhelming and made people shudder, Mr. Minister still looked calm: "I thought Hollingworth would give you a blood-sniffing one."

Heimdall said nothing.

Mr. Minister didn't care, "What's your name?"

"...Heimdall Strulusson."

"Sturluson? The one from Northern Europe?"

"Correct."

Mr. Minister suddenly closed his eyes. According to his past experience, Heimdall thought it was time to call it a day, but the other party opened his eyes.

"Please begin."

Upon hearing this, Heimdall spread out the pile of newspapers that had already been completed, and sat in front of the cage to read aloud. Thanks to the gift of the former minister, his Russian language has made a qualitative leap, and he gradually found a way out of the same recitations. In a way full of emotion and emotion, Heimdall sometimes smugly wants to practice again, maybe he will be able to participate in the recitation competition.

While reading, Heimdall quietly looked at the expression of the minister behind the railing. This dignified face is not listening to gossip that makes people laugh and cry, but is it completely holding an international summit.

Because of that extraordinary meeting, Heimdall ran to the reference room after returning to find the old newspapers at that time and the minister's personal information and resume.It is really a biographical introduction that anyone who reads it will feel ashamed. Except for the last abrupt end and the deadliest words of arrest, trial, and imprisonment in bright red, his life inlaid with gold and silver is so smooth that it makes people hate crazy.

"His luck is very bad." The intelligence team leader said with emotion when he reported the deeds of Estonia's former Minister of Magic to Heimdall. "Just in time for the wizarding world to celebrate the [-]th anniversary of the victory of the Great War. No matter which judge hits such a sensitive moment, it will never be given a light sentence. If it was a year earlier or a year later, maybe it would be lenient."

"It's also due to the orientation of public opinion. Sometimes the media makes people ecstatic and forgetful, but sometimes it makes people irreparable." The intelligence team leader said again. "It was an excellent political show. I heard that the judge who accepted the former minister's case in Estonian Wizengamot that year was the most favorable contender for the next Minister of Magic. I heard that they are still very good friends. It was this good friend who tearfully incited all the judges, judges, and wizards watching during the trial to give the former minister an Avada directly to get rid of future troubles."

Heimdall thought for a while, and said, "Is that the branch chairman of the Estonian Ministry of Magic?"

The intelligence team leader was not surprised by his well-informed, nodded, with a look of sighing.

But Heimdall didn't see any regrets in his eyes. The proud son of heaven fell into the mortal world, and he fell into the mud and couldn't turn over. How many people at the bottom can empathize with him, maybe feel sentimental, that's just a few words. It's over, maybe there is still a little bit of schadenfreude after the sentimentality, how can I really cry for that minister.

Heimdall smiled faintly, watching him put on a show calmly.

Did not get any response, the intelligence team leader closed his expression embarrassingly, "In the end, it is his own fault. If he hadn't been so calm and confessed during the trial, even if he shouted injustice at the moment of sentencing, pretended to be crazy, and shed two tears. Instead of watching the entire trial process with cold eyes like telling other people's stories, Estonian Wizengamot's self-esteem was stimulated, thinking that he was contempt of the court and failed to win the sympathy of the wizards present. I don't think he would have fallen to where he is today. Are you You know, during his reign, Estonia has made a few international splashes, and the policies he implemented have received good response, and he has a good reputation among wizards."

"He did kill someone." Heimdall reminded him funny.

The intelligence team leader shrugged, "So what, there are many people who are at large."

"Mr. Sturluson?"

Heimdall came back to his senses suddenly, saw Mr. Minister looking at him, and immediately realized that he had lost his composure.

"Sorry," Heimdall glanced at the gossip he had just read, which was a report on the marriage of a political figure in a certain country, and said casually, "Marriage is the anchor of another life."

Of course, Mr. Minister saw his perfunctory, didn't ask further, nodded and said, "You are right, but finding a life partner is a major event that cannot be slackened, otherwise you will be like me."

Heimdall looked at him in surprise, it was hard to believe that he would say these "privacy" to himself.

"My wife was arranged for me by my parents," Mr. Minister said without emotion. "Of course it's gentle, dignified, charming, and of course... Heh, if I had been a little more intelligent back then, tried not to obey my parents' orders, and tried to resist within an appropriate range, maybe my life would be the same. It's very different."

Mr. Minister smiled slightly when he said this, he didn't give up on himself, he didn't see any regrets, he simply couldn't see any other emotions.

Heimdall thought to himself that it is no wonder that the intelligence team leader made such a judgment. If he was one of the trial judges 20 years ago, he would have acted in accordance with the law and demanded severe punishment without hesitation. of frustration.