HP's Foreign Land

The school arranged this meeting next to the staff lounge, a simple room with no fireplace, no windows, and only a row of tin cabinets. All this seemed to show that the school did not want the meeting to drag on for too long. Because the environment is really not comfortable.

Without even taking off their cloaks, both parties sat down at a table of mottled lacquered wood, two chairs in all.

Heimdall hesitated for a moment and sat down.

The four men on the opposite side also hesitated for a moment. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, sat on a chair, and the other three stood behind him like bodyguards, looking down at Heimdall across the table.

They gave him a fairly friendly feeling, at least on the surface, they didn't look like they came to Xingshi to ask a crime.

The sitting man took out a stack of documents from the briefcase in his hand, an investigation assignment signed by the Estonian Ministry of Magic, with the signatures of the Minister of Magic and the current Supreme Judge of Estonia Wizengamot; an investigation application with The signatures of the Minister of Magic and Karkaroff; a document proving their identities, with the signature of the Estonian Minister of Magic, etc., in a word, telling Heimdall that our procedures are complete and we are not here to cheat.

The leading man in charge of the questioning looks about four or fifty years old. He is not tall, with a slight bald forehead. He is very big. He probably has a good financial situation. Yes, it's a bit like eating too much ginseng tonic.

But his attitude is very kind, unlike the three standing behind, who are as serious as the door god.

"We're just here to ask you a few questions, so don't be nervous." The red-faced man's voice was soft.

In fact, Heimdall felt that they were more nervous than him, especially the three door gods, with three pairs of eyes like surveillance cameras, staring straight at him.

"Speak, please," Heimdall said. "I still have class next."

The red-faced man smiled, "Sorry to bother you."

"It's nothing, this is your job, I understand, that's how the process goes. We come and go, I will try my best to cooperate with you, and you won't deliberately embarrass me as a child." Heimdall looked roughly look.

The red-faced man smiled less naturally than before.

Heimdall knew what he was up to. Seeing that he was young, he seemed to be fooling around. He was just trying to get close to him and get some more words from him.Although Mr. Stulusson has not formally stepped into the society, he has worked as a small clerk in IW intermittently, and has wandered around in the International Federation of Wizards a few times. He is not as ignorant as he looks at his age.

"Let's get started, what do you want to ask?"

The red-faced man coughed involuntarily, unexpectedly being overwhelmed by the other party.

"As far as we know, you have been communicating with the inmates in Cell 24 of Hercules Wizarding Prison since the middle of last year." Having said that, he stopped and looked at Heimdall.

Heimdall's eyes were fixed on a small hole in the tabletop.

"Mr. Sturluson?" the red-faced man said unhappily.

"Ah? What?" Heimdall raised his eyes blankly.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

"I heard it."

"Why didn't you respond?"

"What do I need to do to respond? Are my ears declarative, not interrogative, or is there something wrong with my hearing?"

The red-faced man coughed again, "I just said that you started to correspond with the prisoners in Cell 24 of Hercules Wizarding Prison last year. Is there such a thing?"

Heimdall said seriously: "You should try to trust your sources of information, they are all the fruits of the labor of other wizards."

The red-faced man broke down a bit, "This is the process, please cooperate with us."

"What do you mean?"

"...that is, when I describe the situation we have learned, please give us timely feedback, such as the situation I just mentioned. If it is correct, please at least nod."

"You should have made it clear to me from the beginning," Heimdall was still so confident. "I was investigated for the first time, and I was very panicked. Don't bother with me. If I do something wrong or say something wrong, you must correct me."

Even with 5.0 eyesight, he couldn't tell he was panicking.

"This is not an investigation...and it has nothing to do with me whether what you said is right or not." To put it bluntly, he came here for "wrong words".

"Isn't this an investigation?!" Heimdall was tongue-tied. "After inquiring about my situation so clearly, what else can it be if it is not an investigation? If it is not an investigation, can I sue your Ministry of Magic for violating personal privacy?"

The red-faced man burst into tears seeing Chief Stulusson's humbly asking for advice.

"Didn't I show you various documents that allow the investigation, and it is not of the same nature as the invasion of personal privacy."

"Listen, you said 'documentation permitting investigation'. Isn't this an investigation?"

"We are investigating Mr. Ansip, not you..."

Seeing that the building was almost tilted to the equator, the three door gods behind the red-faced man cleared their throats vigorously, and all of them leaned into the red-faced man's ear and whispered something to him. The man changed his position and fled to the back to replace the door god.

The original door god was different from the red-faced man, obviously he was not a nonsense person, perhaps they understood that the devious tactics of luring the enemy deep into them were useless, so they simply went straight in.Detours with Director Sturluson, and the result is that they go to Africa and can't come back.

After eating in the cafeteria at noon on Friday, Heimdall waved goodbye to his friends and embarked on a sweet weekend trip to meet the master.

There is a small biscuit in the pod's mouth, and with a slight movement, half of Heimdall's body is covered with biscuit crumbs. Sometimes the black cat is no different from other animals, and likes to hide and protect food.

I bought a small cup of sherbet for it at a drink shop along the street, and put the cup under the eaves of the shop. Pod put the biscuit on the side of the cup, lowered his head and ate it.

Heimdall looked at it for a while, then turned and turned into a narrow alley next to it.

Stepping over a few broken and warped Roman-style floor tiles, you come to the middle of the alley, where there is a small dark brown door less than 1.5 meters long, with a hole for delivering letters.Heimdall took out a Nat and threw it into the mouth. Through the thin wooden door, a crisp clang could be heard, as if it had fallen into a metal object.After that, he raised his hand and knocked on the door six times in total. As soon as he stopped, the wooden door opened.

Heimdall pushed the door and stooped in, and the door closed behind him.

Inside the door is a kitchen, the dark white walls are somewhat mottled, all kinds of bacon and dried vegetables are hung on the criss-crossed wooden railings above the head, a black pot is placed on a pile of firewood, a head is wrapped in a cloth towel With her back to him, the woman stirred the pot.

There is a fireplace in the wall opposite the firewood.

Heimdall was a little hesitant. It was his first time visiting this place. He wanted to ask this woman, but he didn't know how to ask.

The woman turned her head and placed a steaming bowl of soup on the counter not far from him.

"Am I not late?" Heimdall asked.

Before he could see the woman's face clearly, the woman turned around and walked out of the room, without saying a word to him or paying attention to him from the beginning to the end.

Heimdall went over to have a look and found that it was oxtail soup.

Director Stulusson, who had just had lunch, smelled the aroma and started to cry.Just as he was looking at the bowl of soup affectionately, there was movement in the fireplace, and Hollingworth's face appeared in the fireplace.

"Sturluson?"

Heimdall hurriedly turned his head and walked quickly.

"Good afternoon, sir." Heimdall swallowed solemnly.

"How?" asked Hollingworth.

"It's not that good. I feel like they're just here for a show. Most of the questions they ask are superficial. To put it bluntly, they're just nonsense."

"They won't come just once, so don't take it lightly." Hollingworth didn't seem surprised.

"What's the situation over there? Has the Estonian Ministry of Magic taken any further action?" Heimdall could only learn about the case through the newspapers. Those published in the newspapers were all the ones above were willing to let the public see. He didn't expect to learn about the latest situation from the newspapers. .

"Come on," said Hollingworth. "Ansip has been summoned once over there, but Ansip did not appear in court on the grounds that he was bedridden and unable to move, and his lawyer and agent came forward."

"Being sick is a good excuse," Heimdall said.

"He was really sick," Hollingworth said. "It's not a fake, his health has been deteriorating in recent years, otherwise the allegations would not have followed."

That's how it was, taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

"But this time, no one has benefited," Hollingworth said with a sneer. "Ansip's disease has brought the current situation into a very delicate situation. His illness came from the magic damage on the battlefield 50 years ago. It can be said that he has made great contributions to the peace of Estonia. His peace medal is not in vain. Yes, the upper echelons of the Estonian Ministry of Magic must have taken that into consideration."

In other words, those guys who were going to take advantage of it haven't found a handle to bring Ansip down? !

"So the opposition is still relatively passive?"

Hollingworth said: "The leader of the investigation team is the Minister of Magic of Estonia. If I guessed correctly, he is going to use this to make things smaller. The collected evidence is suppressed or directly destroyed.”

"The members of the investigation team are all from the Minister of Magic?"

"The opponents you speak of are making trouble because of this incident. They believe that the Minister of Magic is suspected of fraud."

Heimdall smiled, "Minister must have had a hard time recently."

"Probably, I don't think it's very pleasant. Originally, the whole family would go to France for vacation every New Year, but they didn't go this year."

Heimdall suddenly thought of a possibility, "Look, can Mr. Lange's case find a breakthrough with his ex-wife?"

It was really awkward that the lady could not wait to remarry later, but Heimdall always felt that since they were originally husband and wife, it should not be difficult to stand up and say a few good words for her ex-husband.Although these trivial matters cannot shake the final judgment, they add up to shake up judges, judges, shake public opinion, win sympathy, and challenge the original judgment.

Hollingworth was silent for a while, and Heimdall couldn't help but feel a little nervous, trying to see his face clearly, but the fireplace doesn't seem to be a high-end product, or the Floo signal is not good... I can't see clearly.

"You haven't seen that lady, have you?" Hollingworth finally spoke.

"No. I'm not very interested in my pen pal's ex-wife."

"That's a...well, how should I put it, a very jealous lady."

Heimdall pondered for a moment, seemingly unable to understand it literally.

"Can you be more specific?"

"Langer was planning to divorce his wife before the murder was charged."

Heimdall couldn't help gossiping, "Because the emotion faded?"

"There are many reasons, and what you said is one of them," Hollingworth said. "Also, their only daughter is gone, which seems to be the last bond that maintains the weak relationship between the husband and wife, and the lady I mentioned earlier is very affectionate... To be honest, the two of them have nothing to do with each other. Feelings, this marriage was decided by the two parents."

The tragedy of an arranged marriage.

It's always bad to talk about other people's privacy, so the two of them changed the topic in a consensus.

Hollingworth closed the door and left the room. His friend in the International Police Force immediately cut off the connection between the fireplace and the Floo network at the same moment as he left, and erased the Floo network about the fireplace and the ancient town of kapok. Switch on record.

"Judge Hollingworth, the Chief is looking for you." As soon as he returned to the IW floor, his assistant hurried over.

Hollingworth nodded coldly as usual, said a word of thanks, and walked towards the chief's office. His assistant looked at his back and hesitated to speak.For a wizard who is eager to make a difference, it is "painful" to be Hollingworth's assistant, because there are almost no opportunities for major meritorious service.

Miss Feilin unconsciously pinched the expensive diamond bracelet on her wrist, and left the corridor with a disappointed expression on her face.

Although the International Wizengamot has many rotating chiefs, the only one who can be directly called the chief by IW employees is Marselan Girondt, the supreme justice.

Hollingworth knocked on the door of the reference room, then opened the door and entered.

Judge Gironde, standing before a shelf with a parchment in his hand, did not look back at Hollingworth's voice.

"What do you want from me?" Hollingworth never liked nonsense.

"You've been acting a little bit lately," Gironde said.

"please do not worry."

Don't worry, everyone knows it well.

Gironde said after a while: "Are you sure?"

"In case anything happens, I will never compromise IW's reputation."

"Stupid words!" Gironde glanced back at him, "If you don't get involved, can you stop others from associating with IW? You are so naive at this age."

Hollingworth's expression was a little stiff, but he didn't refute.

"How is it over there?"

Hollingworth knew very well that he couldn't hide it from him, "Sturlusson is very smart, and the most rare thing is that he knows how to measure, which you have also praised."

"What is your goal?" Gironde asked.

"Two aspects, first, let Lange bid farewell to high-end hotels if possible; second, if feasible, Estonian Wizengamot can return to our IW international family."

Gironde was silent for a moment, "Don't leave anything behind."

After leaving the room, leaving the alley, and returning to the avenue, Pod had already finished his drinks and biscuits, and was lazily combing his hair.

He beckoned, and Doudou followed quickly.

Turning to Midsummer Avenue, I heard Zug's joyful cry.

"Director!" He stood at the door of the post office and waved vigorously.

To Heimdall's surprise, Victor was there, and he rushed over immediately.

"Master!" Zug said cheerfully. "I met Mr. Shi on the way here. Mr. Shi wanted to pick you up at school. I told Mr. Shi that you have left school." He looked anxious to ask for credit.

"He has a name, you can call him Krum." Heimdall couldn't help but said.

Vic laughed, and he didn't mind being called that.

After hearing this, Chu Ge changed his face again, "Can't you call it that?"

Every time Heimdall saw his frightened face, he felt so bitter to death.

"Why don't you call him senior brother." Heimdall suggested again.

"That's so unfamiliar..." Chu Ge was quite unhappy.

"You can call me Victor." The master said with a smile.

"That won't work!" Ignoring Zug's disappointment, Heimdall resolutely objected. "I also call you Victor, no!"

Chu Ge wondered: "Shouldn't you call Mr. Shi 'dear'? That's what my mother called my father."

Victor cheered up, "What does your father call your mother?"

"sweetheart."

Heimdall's little face was distorted.

Victor turned his head to look at Heimdall, looking eager to try.

Chief Sturluson made a big cross on his chest.

Zug accepted Heimdall's invitation to have a light meal at the Goblin Hotel, mainly to explain to him about the broomstick.Because of Heimdall's face, the broomstick research office treats Zug well, and Heimdall always instructs him to go to the broomstick research office. Going to participate in an outside competition with them, although it is not a big competition, is an opportunity to go out and practice.

Heimdall thought that he had benefited a lot from the Sugar Mouse Contest when he was in the first grade, and knew that participating in the competition was a direct and effective way, so he also encouraged Zug to take a look, even if it was not useful, it was a learning process.Zug was still a little hesitant at first, thinking that even if he went, he would not be able to bring anything back to the laboratory, but after hearing Heimdall's suggestion, he began to look forward to it.

Before returning to the Goblin Hotel, the master was going to buy vegetables. This was an opportunity that the master could not miss every five days, and that was to firmly hold the stomach of Mr. Sturluson in his hands.A while ago, I missed a weekend because of the exam, which made the master still worry about it.As for Director Sturluson, following the master has meat to eat, so no matter the beginning, the process or the end, it is very happy.

When Chu Ge heard that Mr. Shi wanted to cook for himself, he yelled again.

On the way, Zug asked Heimdall, "Director, the results of the primary exam will be released next week. Are you nervous?"

"There's nothing to be nervous about," Heimdall said with a mature and steady expression. "I've passed all the exams. Is it useful to be nervous?"

In the cafeteria on the morning of the 10th, he had been rubbing his hands together since the letter landed in the Heimdall cup, murmuring with his eyes closed.

The three friends had finished reading the letter, but he was still mumbling there like he was in a daze.

Carlo couldn't read it, and while he was absorbed in concentration and couldn't see it, he reached out and touched the letter.

Although Heimdall had his eyes closed, his ears were still working. When he heard the fourth sound of paper being torn, he quickly opened his eyes.The letter in front of the cup was gone, and in a blink of an eye, Carlo was touching his chin, holding his own letter in his hand.

"Carol Jones! I haven't even seen it!" Heimdall rushed over to snatch it.

"Director, how's it going?" Zuge, a first-year student, was very anxious about the department chief's needs, and came to ask the situation early in the morning.

Director Sturlusson immediately put on a nonchalant look, with a very dignified chest and stomach retracted, holding a spoon in one hand, with a calm expression on his face.

"I'm sending Carlo to look at it for me." One sentence made Mr. Jones the one who was sent.

Carlo gave him a blank look, and Leon and Leon were overjoyed.

Seeing the "relaxed and happy" atmosphere, Zuge immediately said happily: "Brothers have good grades, right? Congratulations!"

A certain head of the room didn't know the grades, so he nodded indiscriminately.

Carlo slapped the letter in front of him angrily. Heimdall was obviously in a hurry, so he insisted on putting on a slow look, wiped his mouth pretentiously, and picked up the letter.Those one-eyed and ten-line eyes immediately vented his old feelings, but it's a pity that Chu Ge was still too young to see the details, so he was fooled by his room chief.

After a while, Heimdall put down the letter with the corner of his mouth twitching.

Carlo really felt hard for him, "Suppressing the pain? Laugh if you want."

Heimdall glanced at him, Zug got the good news, congratulated him a few more times, and left happily.When Heimdall saw that he had gone far away and left the cafeteria, he immediately slapped his credit on the table, startling the other students who were eating at the same long table.

"I'm the second in the whole grade!" Head Sturlusson held Carlo's hand with tears in his eyes.

The three friends couldn't laugh or cry.

"Leon, the number one in the whole grade, hasn't spoken yet." Carlo complained about his complacency.

"Being practical is necessary." Director Sturlusson gave him a blank look.

Carlo was speechless.

"So happy?" Leon couldn't help laughing.

"Parents want to come to the school to participate in the interview of the employment intention survey." This result is very embarrassing to the parents!