HP's Foreign Land

The second child born to the Lacarlini couple was still a boy. This news envied all relatives and friends. Professor Lacarlini’s father and Malena Harlan’s father-in-law, Lacarlini, finally met his daughter-in-law after many years. With a hard-won smile, Professor Harlan, who couldn't laugh or cry, seemed to calmly accept his father-in-law's seemingly inadvertent but deliberate normalization of diplomatic relations, and began to learn to live in harmony like the father-in-law and daughter-in-law in an ordinary family, and no longer be intermittently ignored.

Professor Harlan has worked hard for many years but failed to turn the situation around in the relationship between "father-in-law and daughter-in-law". After giving birth to a second child, everything was easily solved. Professor Harlan confides his distress to her husband when he sleeps at night.Although little La Carlini felt that his wife was asking for trouble, and her father took the initiative to let go of the barrier, but she became melancholy.Professor Lacarini attributes this to women's sentimentality.

Professor Harlan did not expect to get spiritual comfort and sublimation from her husband. The egotistical education from childhood prevented Lacarlini from developing a high awareness of being considerate to the opposite sex. It is not that Harlan cannot live without the sweet words of men. In fact, her husband has never let her down on matters of principle since they got married.

Professor Harlan's circle is mainly like-minded partners in the field of academic research, but it does not prevent her from gathering with her husband and friends' wives to talk about trivial things in life, talk about the experience of educating children, and talk about the stories of each family. gossip.

The second child and another son made Haran's sisters jealous.

"Why are the sons one after another?" Draco's wife resented.

Minister Lange's wife, Jeanne, was amused by Mrs. Malfoy's vivid expression, and quickly covered her mouth to prevent indecent spray.

Harlan was unhappy, "I only have two sons in total!" What does it mean to have a second child after several years?It's not livestock!

"Aren't two sons enough?" Mrs. Malfoy gritted her teeth, you don't understand the pressure of having two girls...

"My daughter is fine." Jeanna said firmly.

Harlan, who has no daughter, thinks so.

Mrs. Malfoy felt that her conclusion was too naive, "You don't have any pressure from your elders, so don't make sarcastic remarks."

"Why are you making sarcastic remarks?!" Jeanna gave her a glance, and then announced proudly, "Andrew said that he only needs one daughter."

Mrs. Malfoy was shaken by Jeanne, who was still radiant even though she rolled her eyes at her, and asked after recovering, "Do you believe it?"

"Why don't you believe me? My husband never cheated on me!"

Mrs. Malfoy has an awkward face that I don't talk to stupid women, but in fact she is very envious of Jeanne's happy marriage. Among the few men who love their wives the most is definitely Minister Lange.

Professor Harlan found that Mrs. Malfoy had started to turn a corner again. No matter how smart a woman encountered immediate issues related to marriage and family, she would forget to calm down and think, and even become hysterical.

"I remember my Luka is older than your Claire." Harlan said suddenly.

Mrs. Malfoy was taken aback, "Yes, nine months older."

"So don't worry, what should come will come, not to mention you and your husband are working so hard." Harlan said with a slight smile.

Let Na Miao understand, with an ambiguous smile on her face.

In order to create a human being, he asks for leave from time to time...

Mrs. Malfoy blushed under the teasing eyes of the two.

——Excerpt from "The Wives"

one,

In recent years, not only the law enforcement team has been striving for excellence, but criminals have also kept pace with the times: burying things in their bodies, embedding highly poisonous potions in dentures, and some people smearing colorless and tasteless poisons on their lips... He died before accepting the sanction of the law.

It's not that easy!

The International Wizengamot, which suffered several losses, simply organized a team of therapists and experts to conduct a thorough physical examination before taking the suspect into custody. On the one hand, it is to prevent the suspect from seeking death.

The suspects who were escorted to the International Wizengamot Detention Center by the eight Central European countries enjoyed special treatment at the beginning of their arrival. During the inspection, most of the wizards were more cooperative, but a few who reacted violently immediately became the focus of the international police force, and these people did not appear in the cell for a long time afterwards.

This discovery made the newcomers tremble a little, and the barred windows and high walls cast a chilling shadow—through the disappearance of those former colleagues, I saw myself who would end up like this tomorrow, so I was still unwilling The wizards who were trying to do something died down, and they squatted down in the detention center honestly, ate simple food, and counted the days to wait for the trial.

Before Heimdall became a judge, he only came into contact with the range of judges. He seldom came to the detention center for serious and important cases, not counting the world he had seen with his immediate superiors before. operate.

From the layout point of view, there is basically no difference between the area where ordinary criminals are detained and the detention area for major and important cases, but the atmosphere is completely different. The ordinary detention area is full of people - this is the vision that appeared after the fairy became "red". The visibility of the entire space Better yet, except for the special handling of special cases, each class room does not have soundproof magic, so the prisoners can still yell and chat with each other. Generally speaking, they don’t suffer too much during the detention.

The severe case detainment area that was separated was not very well ventilated at first. As soon as Heimdall and Fiona entered the area, Fiona quickly covered her nose due to the weird and unpleasant smell until she couldn't hold it any longer. Only then let go and force myself to adapt. IW stipulates that spells of level [-] and above cannot be used in the detention center unless the prisoner shows signs of escape, judges and above. IW's classification of spells is very complicated, and it can make Fiona feel better. It happens to belong to the secondary spell.

Heimdall took out a pair of magic nose plugs, and Fiona shook her hand, "Thank you, but I still can't, I can get used to it."

Fiona climbed up from the bottom of the working people. She is not as weak as the lady of the family, nor is she as spoiled by her parents as a child.She took a deep breath and nodded to Heimdall, indicating that there was no problem.

"Don't be brave." Heimdall put the nasal plug into her hand. "The smell here is really not good. You are more sensitive to smells. Be careful to get dizzy after going out. There is a question mark on whether you can take a vacation these two days. If you have a headache, my work progress will be affected."

Heimdall spoke meticulously, but Fiona could still hear the caring meaning behind the words, she took the nasal plug and put it on carefully.

"It's hardly noticeable." Heimdall somewhat understood the young girl's concerns.

Fiona smiled mischievously.

They walked to a wall, and the upper part of the wall was engraved with simple letters, similar to house numbers. Fiona straightened her face and quickly changed into a serious business expression.Heimdall tapped on the wall with his wand, and the wall split from the middle, scattered in all directions until it disappeared.

The cell behind the wall was exposed to the sudden light, and the person behind the iron railing raised his head stupidly, looking belatedly.

"Laren Mody, the International Wizengamot will arrange for you to appear in court the day after tomorrow. What else do you have to say?" Heimdall took a roll of parchment from Fiona.

One of the leaders of the ragged smuggling gang behind the bars is a meritorious person who surrendered himself and provided clues to solve the case, so he is extra gracious to meet the judge in advance before the trial, which usually has very little effect. Heimdall protested, or yelled, and even yelled wronged by hitting his head on the iron railing. Okay, Heimdall will record them one by one, but Heimdall will not be the judge in charge of trying him.

This is the difference. The judge who tried the prisoner will not be announced in advance. It is certain that it will never be the one who met the prisoner.It's a pity that the perpetrators in the classroom don't know about it. Generally, wizards squatting in the detention area for important cases will only have one chance to experience it in their lifetime.

The people in the cell shook their heads, drooping their heads dejectedly, as if resigned to their fate.

The other person that Heimdall contacted two days ago was much more enthusiastic. That person has behaved well since he turned himself in, and the clues he gave are also relatively critical. Sengamour decided to give him a special treatment and promised to consider it carefully. As a result, the gentleman bluntly asked for the retired Chief Gironde to be his presiding judge, and also asked that all world-renowned wizard reporters be invited to sit in on the trial day. , claiming that he will be completely rested in a wizard prison for the rest of his life, and that his life will not be in vain if he is fired again before he falls silent.

Until now, this person has not understood that he is a prisoner who is about to be sentenced, IW is not a company that packs stars, and the International Wizengamo decisively complied with his request.The current chief has always opposed the "humanization" link that IW has insisted on for so many years. The suspect's progress has made Leeds more determined to continue drastic reforms.

The justice said that then try to give him a good place to go, so that he can get what he wants.The judge in charge of trying the prisoner nodded knowingly.

From this, Heimdall judged that the person in front of him should be a peace of mind.He wrote down his impressions of the person in front of him on the parchment. Before leaving, he said, "I want to ask a question."

The people in the cell were indifferent, and Heimdall knew he heard it, and continued, "Do you know a wizard named 'Doha'? I heard that he is also a member of your circle."

After a long time, the man finally moved, "...I have explained everything that needs to be explained."

"Thank you." Heimdall closed the wall again with his wand, and left with his assistant.

"Why do you care so much about this man called 'Doha'?" Fiona was a little puzzled.

"This person's information is nearly perfect, and he has no weaknesses."

"Isn't he the ex-trafficker who banned the sale of animals?"

"The unbearable past that is on the table for people to point out is called a stain, not a weakness."

"I don't understand." Fiona said distressedly.

"It's okay if you don't understand." Heimdall didn't care, because he also had a lot of questions.

After returning to the office, the two summarized today's work results and handed them over to the leader of the judge team of the working team in charge of the case.

"Sturlusson, the chief asked you to go." The team leader said.

Heimdall didn't let Fiona follow, and went straight to the chief's office.At first, he thought that the chief asked him to understand the progress of the work, but unexpectedly, he was granted a one-month leave.

"You look surprised." Liz stroked the end of the quill.

Heimdall nodded, "I thought that this year's vacation would be cancelled, after all, everyone has been very busy recently."

"If possible, I hope this is the last time to grant you a vacation, because I really don't want soldiers who ask me to give you a vacation when they are at the critical moment of charge." Liz's expression showed that he was not joking.

"I can continue to work." Heimdall said immediately.

"Don't talk nonsense," Liz softened slightly. "Take a good rest and return to work with enough energy. In addition, when I come back, I will go to the exclusive therapist of the International Police Force for a full-body examination. I want to see that all indicators are at normal values."

"I'll try my best." Heimdall smiled.

Liz waved his hand impatiently, Heimdall was about to turn around, Liz said again, "I didn't intend to give you a holiday, even if you were tired and collapsed at work, it is not worth making a fuss, you should thank Judge Hollingworth, he let I changed my mind."

After Heimdall left the chief office, he saw Hollingworth from a distance in the corridor, and he immediately rushed up in two steps in three steps.

two,

The news that Heimdall was still approved for vacation came home. Victor, who had made mental preparations early in the morning, was a little surprised. He had heard what the International Wizengamot was busy with at this stage. He also thought that this year's vacation would be wasted. What the son shows off is just to show off his quick tongue, for the sake of momentary enjoyment.

The master's thick skin is beyond compare.

At night, the couple sits under the flower stand in the small courtyard drinking tea and enjoying the coolness. Water lilies bloom in the small pool carved with retro bricks, and the small revolving lantern with Chinese characteristics rotates slowly on the small table, casting mottled and magnificent light and shadow.Although the starry sky cannot be seen, the cool breeze is extremely refreshing.

Victor said angrily: "I pushed all the itinerary. The lake hotel only has three vacant rooms. It must be gone now."

The hard-won world of two people inspired the master to brainstorm various plans early on, and after choosing one out of thousands, he chose the one he thought was the best. Later, because the International Wizengamot suddenly took over a big case, he thought that this year's trip would be necessary. It turned yellow, and he quickly canceled the arrangement. Now the master hates why his obsessive-compulsive disorder keeps recurring.

After drinking a cup of warm tea, Heimdall said, "Go to France."

"What are your plans?" Victor asked.

This holiday was originally used to nourish the body. After ten years of self-cultivation, Heimdall's body functions have almost recovered. Therefore, in the past two years, apart from recuperation, there are also travel elements in it. However, to avoid crowds Crowded, the Knight House family still often go to places that are inaccessible.

"I found out that Doha once lived in a certain place in France, and I want to go there. I have looked at the map, and I also asked my colleagues who live in France to ask about the environment there. Doha's old residence is located in a rural place suitable for relaxation. World-famous monuments or bustling commercial streets, I think it would be nice to live there for a while.”

"Honey, I deeply feel that you are going to be snatched away by Doha." Victor was very depressed.

"If you really want to take it away, I will remember to take you with you." Heimdall smiled.

"So inseparable from me!" Victor pretended to be surprised, took Heimdall's hand and kissed it.

"There are too many things I can't do without you." Heimdall grabbed his palm with his backhand and kissed it on his lips.

three,

The one-month vacation is quite sufficient, and the two have no special itinerary - the only goal they set is to go to the United States to visit their son every now and then, so they don't rush on the road, they plan a sky-drawn carriage that can enjoy the scenery along the way, When the bus on a certain route is particularly crowded, they will wait patiently for the next bus, or rent a row of horse-drawn carriages after negotiating a suitable price. This kind of carriage usually has no roof, and the two of them are blown away by the high-altitude wind. Seven meat and eight vegetables, even so they still enjoy it.

On the day I arrived in France, I was pleasantly surprised. The heroic Mr. Duncan Orville came to pick me up.

Heimdall, who got off the carriage, was overjoyed, "Duncan?!"

Victor smiled and shook his head, "I just told him the possible arrival time." The master really didn't expect him to come in person.

Duncan showed a charming smile, opened his arms, and hugged Victor vigorously, then turned his head and shook Heimdall's hand, then embraced together, and patted Heimdall's back.

"It's so nice to see you!" Duncan said beamingly, leading the two of them to walk outside the station.

"How long have you been waiting?" Victor asked.

"It hasn't been long, that is, since the door opened at eight o'clock in the morning." Duncan pretended to be indifferent.

It's more than three o'clock in the afternoon now.

Heimdall was so moved that he was about to say something when Wick was one step ahead of him and asked calmly, "Really?"

"Well, I exaggerated a little," Duncan said without blushing. "I made the house-elf wait, and I waited less than half an hour," then pointed. "The soda shop across the street."

The two looked in the direction he pointed, and there was a young witch wearing a red wizard robe standing at the entrance of the cold drink shop. They saw them looking over and blowing a few air kisses with pink bubbles boldly.

Duncan's smile immediately became frivolous and ambiguous, so it seems that Mr. Orville's waiting time is not boring. He is about to run to 35, and he still hasn't seriously considered life-long events.

Heimdall's emotion cooled down for the most part.

"Listen to my arrangement today." Duncan stopped Victor.

"We've booked a hotel," Victor said.

"Don't let me be a landlord in my place, don't go too far, Mr. Krum!"

Victor and Heimdall looked at each other, and they couldn't refuse their friend's enthusiasm.

"Is there anything you don't like?" Duncan asked.

"Don't say it as if you met us for the first time." Victor responded.

"It has nothing to do with how long we've known each other. No one has any special hobbies that they don't want others to discover."

Taboo into a special hobby? !

"Height 170, slim waist [-] foot [-], and chocolate complexion, have these hobbies changed?" Heimdall asked suddenly.

Duncan's expression changed.

Heimdall made a pause gesture to stop Duncan from thinking wildly, "I don't have a hobby of peeping at you. The women's body magazines you used to hide under your pillow all have this in common. It's just my guess." Then he said to himself Said in a language, "So you guessed it right?"

Duncan couldn't help being a little embarrassed, "It's changed early, when did it all happen!"

He didn't hide or refute, and Heimdall bowed down.

"What do you mean when you ask us to avoid food?" Victor turned to the topic.

"Someone invites you to dinner, don't look at me like that, it's not me." Duncan grinned mysteriously.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, they saw the local tyrant at the very luxuriously arranged dining table, the former head of the second-hand dealer in French magical beasts Peacock Junker, and his grandson, Morris, who is also the predecessor of Duncan, the former Mister Magic. Beru.

Morris, in his early forties, has the same charm as before, but it is his grandfather Junker who attracts the most attention.

"It's amazing that you haven't changed at all for so many years!" Heimdall's compliment was tinged with dramatic exaggeration.

But Junker liked it, and he was overjoyed.