HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall rubbed his binoculars with pious eyes and murmured something, then put it on the shelf.As soon as the invigilator who was in charge of inspecting the equipment before the exam approached, a ball of golden light jumped in line and squeezed in front of him.

The binoculars of Chief Sturluson stand out in the whole row of binoculars, like a rich man and a group of beggars.The invigilator looked at the binoculars, then turned to look at the owner of the binoculars, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

The rich man is Rommel's Christmas gift to his son. In Heimdall's mind, there are three men whose taste is unquestionable. One is father Rommel; the other is Snow; and the last one is Lord Victor.Therefore, when Heimdall saw the invigilator's mock smile, he couldn't help complaining about his aesthetics.

In fact, the binoculars that Rommel bought for him were completely made according to his taste, in other words, this is Mr. Strulusson's own taste...

Heimdall's original binoculars were made of brass, one of the parting gifts given by a shopkeeper in Diagon Alley before he came to German school.Although things are common, they are cheap and good. Harry Potter also uses this brand of brass binoculars.With Porter as the endorsement, Heimdall feels very secure.Looking glasses are not like quills, as long as they are properly maintained, there is almost no wear and tear, and Heimdall has not thought about replacing them, and even plans to use them for a lifetime until Christmas this year.

Heimdall spent Christmas with his father, and his father had a rough idea of ​​how he received his presents.Sirius Black's gift arrived earlier. Mr. Black seems to have inquired about Heimdall's academic situation on purpose, knowing that there will be a crucial exam in the second half of the fifth year of the German school, just like Harry is about to welcome Hogwarts. Heimdall received a set of stationery from Blake, including a quill pen sprinkled with gold powder for writing, a ruler carved with gold paint on both ends, a crystal ink bottle that shone brighter than diamonds, and so on. It shows Mr. Strulusong's brilliant pursuit of Adu.

On that day, Heimdall held up the quill pen when he had nothing to do, just to watch the virtual gold powder fall down.

Not to be outdone, Rommel's father made a gorgeous appearance as a golden local rich man.

Dad is very thoughtful. The quills, rulers, and ink bottles you send can only be your best wishes, and will not help the exam itself, because in the wizard exam room, no one is allowed except the living, even if it is spilled. A golden mountain is useless.But the telescope is different. The telescope is one of the necessary stationery for all children attending magic schools, and it is also one of the very few devices that are allowed to be brought into the examination room.

During the eight consecutive days of testing the eight subjects, only the rich man in the real sense was able to advance and retreat with Heimdall. During the entire astronomy practice exam, his father's aura always protected Mr. Stulusson.

"How is it?" Heimdall couldn't wait to move over as soon as he saw Rian coming out.

"If only you were so active in Potions." Rian knew that he was here to check on himself.

This unlucky boy, which pot does not open which pot to carry.Heimdall gave him a blank look.

Ryan chuckled.

"How is the astrology chart drawn? Is it all drawn?" Heimdall asked.

"It's not right to paint it all," Ryan said. "There are seasons and months on the title, and so many stars are given. These are all traps. We can't observe those constellations here in the month stated on the title."

"No wonder I couldn't find it after looking through the binoculars for a long time..." Heimdall suddenly realized, and then smiled.

Ryan was speechless, and he understood Professor Mansour's mood a little bit.

Carlo and Leon left half an hour earlier than them, waiting for them under the Astronomy Tower.

Carlo's eyes were always able to read words and expressions, and he immediately saw that Director Strulusson seemed to be excited again.

"Did you do well?" Carlo asked.

"Passing should not be a problem." Heimdall said happily. "The theoretical knowledge in the morning is basically correct except that the periodical table of Venus is written incorrectly. If the two scores are combined, the total score will not be too bad."

Carlo blinked his eyes in surprise, and just about to boast a few words, Ryan quickly exposed Heimdall's background.

"So it's just luck!" Carlo always despised, never admitting that he was jealous.

Leon said suddenly: "Luck is also a kind of strength."

The conspiracy and vendetta novel in his hand has been replaced with a blue cover, with a big 2 written on the cover. Only then did Heimdall know that there are 14 volumes in this book, including palace fights, official fights, house fights and other diverse materials. , the protagonist who attracts bees and butterflies turns into a child for a while, turns into a woman for a while, and is turned into a grandpa by bad guys for a while, omnipotent in the world... It is said that the theme is inspirational.

After listening to Leon's words, Heimdall raised his eyebrows provocatively at Carlo.

Mr. Jones sighed exaggeratedly, "Leon, don't let him lead you as a real powerful faction."

When they returned to the dormitory tower, they found that the common room was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. All the students had bright eyes and cheerful faces.

"What's the situation?" The fire of gossip ignited, and Carlo relied on his large scale to plow a passage through the crowd, and they quickly squeezed to the front.

"Oh, it's Krum." The hot wave rippling on Carlo's chest suddenly turned into a flame, and Mr. Jones was no stranger to it, and got used to it.

But other students don't see it that way, it's Victor Krum!Squeezing forward vigorously.

"Line up! Line up! Maintain order! Those who jump in line will not be given signatures! This is what Mr. Kroom said personally!" As this slightly sharp roar spread, the rioting crowd gradually calmed down. Under the covetous eyes, they had to line up in an orderly manner.

"That's Zug." Carlo recognized one of the members of the security team.

Heimdall also saw it, and couldn't help but wonder, why did he go to Sita to be a security guard?The other two members of the team are the woolen hat and the little fat pier that I have seen before.

"Director!" Standing on an armchair at the end of the line, Zug raised his hands and waved to him. His little face was bright red, and he looked very energetic.

"Give way! My room chief is here!" Chu Ge confidently pointed at a few fourth-grade students, who were not happy about it.

"Didn't you say you can't jump in line!"

"I have no knowledge at all! My room chief still needs a signature?!" Chu Ge said fiercely. "My room chief lives here, don't disturb the people!"

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh.

Carlo laughed, and turned to Leon and Ryan and said: "Listen, you have learned [-] to [-]% of Heimdall's virtue."

Leon and Rian nodded, also very happy.

Heimdall gave them a blank look, "I don't usually talk like that!"

The three friends looked at each other, the eyes were particularly meaningful.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes, "Actually, I think that chubby guy and the woolen hat are quite familiar."

Leon nodded, "That woolen hat is Ryan, and the little chubby is Carlo."

Carlo rubbed his chin, and didn't mind what they said. It was an honor to be imitated by his juniors.

"What about Leon?" Rian said.

Heimdall and Carlo looked at each other, and shook their heads regretfully, "How many people like Leon are there in the world?" If there are too many, it will be against the sky.

After finally dealing with the students queuing up for their autographs, the master sat on the sofa in the common room, holding the tea brought by the attentive Zug in his hand, and drank it one sip at a time.The life of a celebrity is such a worry, and the time that is finally squeezed out is wasted.

This week was just in time for Heimdall's eight exams in a row, and he couldn't leave school on weekends. The master decided to come to the door. As a result... Victor sighed melancholy, and turned to his sweetheart to win some sympathy, but found that Heimdall was not at all. He didn't look here, and his attention was all on Zug.

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work." Heimdall stroked Zug's hair.

"It's right to solve problems for the family!" Chu Ge straightened his chest.

"Mr. Shi?"

"The room chief's husband."

Carlo burst out laughing, and the others couldn't help laughing.

"Who taught you?" Heimdall was surprised.

Zug turned pale with shock, "I figured it out myself, didn't I?"

"Yes, that's right, we'll call it that from now on." Carlo interjected.

Heimdall gave him a blank look, but did not correct him.

"Did the chief's exam go well?" Zug asked.

"Okay."

"The chief will definitely do it." Zug had a blind admiration for Heimdall.

Here, Ryan looked at the woolen hat and asked, "I remember you seem to have participated in the broomstick research room."

The woolen hat nodded happily, "You remember me, I'm a handyman now."

"It's all like this. I couldn't touch the broom when I first went in."

Carlo, on the other hand, stared at the chubby little guy who was eating non-stop, muttering dissatisfiedly, he must be slimmer than this chubby meatball.

Heimdall was not allowed to leave the school according to regulations, so Victor went to make friends with Karkaroff and was allowed to stay at the school overnight.Of course Leon didn't go back to the dormitory, and Heimdall was both moved and apologetic for his understanding.

As soon as the door was closed, the cold and glamorous Chief Strulusson, who was still in front of the Zug three people just now, showed his true colors.

Victor grabbed him and hugged him and rubbed him, "I miss you very much."

Heimdall wanted to quickly express that the king's heart is like mine, but later changed his mind.

"I'm going to miss you, but I have an exam, and the time I'm going to miss you is spent thinking about books."

Victor laughed dumbfounded.

"Take another exam tomorrow and you'll be free." Heimdall broke away and hugged Victor's neck and kissed him hard on the mouth.

Victor naturally began to peel off his clothes. When he was in a daze, Heimdall suddenly grabbed his shoulder, and Victor looked at him inexplicably.

"Don't come from behind, come from the front."

Victor was puzzled.

"It hurts, Mr. Krum. Although the back is more enjoyable, the pain is more ecstasy. I have an exam tomorrow."

"No problem." Master Krum said that as long as he can eat, he can eat whatever he wants. He is definitely an easy person to dismiss.

(PS: It is said that when a man is a man, the back attack can penetrate deeply, so it is cool, but this is not the case for Shou, it should not be harmonized.)

Early on Monday morning, the master left. Heimdall got up from the bed slowly, and tried to stretch when he got off the ground. His condition was better than expected. Thinking of the master’s suffocation last night, Stu Director Lu Song felt warm in his heart.

He rushed into the bathroom, wiped his face and brushed his teeth, changed his clothes and walked out the door.

Meet up with three friends in the common room, and leave the dormitory tower together and walk towards the castle.The theory test starts at 9 o'clock, and there is still some time before 9 o'clock.

"Let's go to the seventh grade exhibition." Carlo, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and said loudly.

The three friends were taken aback when they heard this. By the way, this week is a traditional project of the German school - the school holds a career fair for the seventh grade.At that time, many companies, associations, centers and other institutions will participate, which is dubbed "Boss Finder Week" by the students of the German School.

They participated in a similar activity in fifth grade last year, and now the seventh grade is still following the old path.

Heimdall looked at his watch, and there should be enough time. Driven by curiosity, the four friends turned around and walked towards the Toutian Auditorium.

Different from the fifth graders who used to fight together, the seventh graders are about to graduate, and all the units and organizations involved in the activities are waiting for the rabbit under the banner of attracting talents, and the promises they made are eight or nine. Those are all pretense that cannot be fulfilled immediately.

Heimdall and the others shuttled through the auditorium lined with famous institutions, looking around and making a fuss along the way. They also found many students of the same grade during the visit. Everyone nodded tacitly and passed by along their own route.

"Sturluson."

Heimdall turned around and said in astonishment: "Judge Hollingworth?" The well-dressed judge sat behind a small table, leisurely reading a gossip magazine, and Heimdall looked up at the sign above. Belongs to the International Police Force.

"... Have you changed your career?" Heimdarch asked.

"No, I did a good job." Hollingworth put down the magazine expressionlessly. "I'm also counting on promotion and one day sitting on the Supreme Court."

Is he kidding himself?Heimdall expressed wistfully that he did not appreciate his sense of humor.

"Who is it?" Carlo asked softly.

"IW's boss." Heimdall replied in a low voice.

"Oh."

The three friends took a look and decided to go first.

"Well, you guys go, see you in the examination room."

Watching the three friends leave, Heimdall sat down opposite Hollingworth.

"Is this recruiting for the International Police Force, or the International Wizengamo?"

"Everything is based on the signboard."

"Then you are..."

Hollingworth closed the magazine. "I'm here to see you."

"Such a big circle?"

"The brain turns very fast."

"Sorry, one of the few advantages."

"...you have a thick skin."

"I will continue to do my best."

Hollingworth stared at him for a while, then nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, I like you."

"...Don't you do that? Talk to me in the same tone as if I owed you money, I'm afraid."

Hollingworth adjusted his emotions, "Why did I come, do you have any clues now?"

"What if I say no?"

"I'll tell you without it, but I'll despise you in my heart."

"You are getting sharper with age." Heimdall surrendered. "Former Estonian Supreme Justice Andrew Ansip."

Hollingworth nodded approvingly: "So what do you think I'll talk to you about?"

"Hercules' pen pal."

"Do you have any idea?"

"I've been waiting for you or someone else to come to me since the day I knew about it. Fortunately, it was you who came."

"What if it's not me?"

"My pen pal will be staying at the Hercules Hotel for a while."

Hollingworth was silent for a long time this time, "This is an opportunity worth grasping."

Heimdall hesitated for a moment, "Can you tell me what is your relationship with my pen pal? I have had this doubt for a long time. You seem to take special care of him, but this care is not on the surface." For the opposite identities of pen pal and Hollingworth, only invisible care is real care.

"We're sort of in-laws, my wife and he come from the same family."

Heimdall didn't ask further, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to help him reverse the case."

Heimdall pondered for a moment, "Although I am not very familiar with the rules and regulations of the law, I still know that this is not an easy task. Mr. Lange has been convicted of the crime, and he also pleaded guilty at the time. His confession is in the IW And a copy."

"I know all of this." Hollingworth paused. "What if it's involuntary?"

"...Do you want to start from this aspect?"

"It's too early to tell you this." Hollingworth quickly changed the subject, perhaps thinking he was still young. "I want to tell you that if Ansip starts to accept a formal investigation, all the things he has been in contact with before will be called out one by one. If Lange's case repeats, the investigation team may come to you for questioning. You and Lange have communicated. Are those letters still there?"

"exist."

"Go back and read it a few times, think about the places that might be asked, and think of the safest explanation. The investigation team may make some articles on this, maybe ask some mentally handicapped questions, and it is more likely to make something out of nothing. There are many people who have been wronged by Ansip, and there are also a small number of people who follow him, they will never sit idly by, if they create something out of nothing..."

"Mr. Lange's case should really be overturned."

Hollingworth let out a sigh of relief, "Study hard, work hard, I'll wait for you to take my position as the supreme justice."