HP's Foreign Land

After the inexplicable death of breath, after a weekend, I participated in a harmonious parent meeting. Director Strulusson felt that he had almost recharged his energy, felt energetic, and was ready to deal with the enemy to the end. up.After thinking about it in his mind, he carefully recalled the ins and outs of the vomiting door incident and every little detail he deliberately paid attention to. These may be very important to the victim, and then, Director Strulusson finally realized Before formally filing charges, he had to solve a small problem, that is, to find a special private lawyer for himself...

Rommel did not intervene quickly this time. The Vomiting Gate incident was completely different from the previous Skeeter framing the Gate incident. Scruples take care of everything.It’s different now, my son has his own contacts, has his own opinions, his thoughts are deeper than before, and he has a boyfriend... In other words, his wings are hardened, and Rommel is a bit too self-righteous if he doesn’t care about it. .

Heimdall once expressed to him that he must find justice for himself through legal channels. Of course Rommel strongly agreed, but after thinking about it, it seems that his son does not have a private lawyer, but seeing his son's confident appearance, he thought he had arranged alright.Who knew that Director Sturlusson was only thinking about it, and he didn't think about the lawyer at all.

After his father left, he stared at the flying snow all over the sky and slapped his forehead suddenly.

When Skeeter framed the door, he found a famous barrister, but he defended himself because of an acquaintance. I heard that the big-name lawyer never took the initiative to take cases from men. There is no interest in emphasizing one's own value, not to mention that there are many excellent lawyers in the world.

For example, the Irish private lawyer hired by Victor seems to make people feel very safe.But Heimdall only thought about it for half a minute, and put a big cross on his name, not to say that he is not good, but that he does not want to find the same lawyer as Victor.Although the wizarding world has strict requirements on the various clauses listed in the leaking agreement signed by private lawyers, and there is almost no incident of stealing or leaking client secrets, but Heimdall still feels that they can be managed separately and should not be combined.Just like ordinary people saving money, they cannot store all their savings in one bank card. It is best not to store them in the same bank.

Heimdall wrote letters to several brothers who had already stepped into the society, asking them to recommend suitable lawyers, and wrote in the letters his firm will to sue the investigation team of the Estonian Ministry of Magic.

The brothers replied very quickly, and they all arrived by the next afternoon.

Duncan recommended a beautiful French lawyer. I heard that Mr. Orville is attacking this strong woman recently. Heimdall thinks that he sold himself to refresh his business in order to please her. It seemed that the beautiful lawyer could not speak a language other than French, so Heimdall threw Duncan's letter aside.

He picked up Bernick's letter. Bernick was very honest and recommended Victor's private lawyer. According to Bernick, the lawyer would give a [-]% discount for any business introduced by an acquaintance.Chief Sturlusson's eyes lingered on Bazhe for a long time, and reluctantly put it down.

After that, I read the letters from Benson and others one after another, and I didn't have much impression on the situation of the few lawyers introduced by them. I wondered if I couldn't see anything just by reading the letters, so I wanted to meet up.While thinking wildly, he opened another letter, and the letter was from La Carlini Jr.

The brother first expressed his concern for his situation, and condemned the panic-stricken remarks a few days ago. Heimdall's news spread from northern Europe to southern Europe, and the degree of distortion reached its peak. Only you can't think of it, and no people can make up for it. less than.Lacarini Jr. is not someone who likes to rely on nonsense to promote writing emotions. He quickly changed his writing style and talked about Heimdall's request to represent the lawyer he cared about.

Racalini Jr. was quite frank, telling him that he had no suitable candidates, and that the lawyers he knew were all Italians, and Italian wizards didn't know much about the situation in Northern Europe, and even had a bit of an unimaginable misunderstanding.In order to avoid causing inconvenience to each other due to a prolonged running-in period in the future, he did not suggest that Heimdall choose someone from him.

Heimdall smiled, put down the letter in his hand, and looked up to see Professor Katenen sitting across from him, propping his chin with both hands, tilting his head to act cute.

"Are you okay?" Heimdall found that he was staring at him straight.

"I heard you're looking for a lawyer?"

"You are very well informed..."

"Old problem."

Heimdall laughed, "Yes, I'm looking for a lawyer and I'm going to file a lawsuit. Do you have any recommendations?"

He just said it casually, but Katenen actually nodded.

"I would like to recommend a wizard, if possible, please give him a chance for an interview."

"What's his name?" Heimdall took out his small notebook and wrote down his contact information.

"Mohammad Rawal."

The quill in Heimdall's hand froze. Why is the name so familiar?Raising his eyes again to look at Katenen, the professor blinked at him twice.

"Does it sound familiar?" Katenen couldn't help laughing seeing him in a daze.

"Yes, but I can't remember it all at once."

"Abe."

"Dark wizard Abe?!" Heimdall remembered. "Laval was Abbe's defense lawyer...Is he still alive?"

"Yeah, it's tough, it's just a hard life, he hasn't found a serious job for nearly 50 years."

"Are you introducing me to a lawyer who hasn't worked for 50 years?" Mr. Stulusson asked bitterly.

"Let's get straight to the point, do you have any qualms about LaVar?"

"He's actually quite brave, but it's hard for ordinary people to understand."

The dark wizard Abe deserved what he deserved, and all the wizards thought so.At that time, there was no lawyer willing to take over the doomed criminal, so the court had to find someone to go through the motions for him, and it was Laval.But Laval did not follow the above meaning to perfunctory, he was really defending Abe.

Laval later said in an interview that he didn't want to excuse Abbe, but he didn't want to see some wizards with ulterior motives accuse Abbe of false charges, which is not justice.The crimes punished by the law should be based on reality, instead of using the sharp edge of the law to stir up troubles in order to achieve ulterior motives.

Laval was one of the more sober wizards in the era of victory in the great war that the whole people was excited about. Of course, he was not pleasing to the eyes if he was not sober.The black wizard Abe was imprisoned in a wizard prison, and died in prison five years later. For Abe, his death was a consolation to the spirits of the wizards who died under him, and it was also his own relief.

However, Laval, who served as Abbe's defense lawyer at the time, was impoverished for 50 years because of his "sobriety". Heimdall believed that if Abbe knew, he should thank Laval for clearing up his grievances in court. Maybe those trumped-up charges were not related to him. The heinous crimes committed are like a drop in the ocean, but if it weren't for Laval's toughness and persistence, Abe's current crimes are not just those Heimdall saw in the IW archives.

"Sturlusson, you are the only young man in this school who can discuss these past events with me." Katenen smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Come on, don't forget about the bet. I still expect you to be a judge before the age of 30."

Chief Sturluson gave him a lifeless look.

"About Mr. Laval..." Heimdall reminded Professor Katenen that he was wrong.

"Would you like to give him an interview?"

"...Okay, let's make an appointment to see each other." Heimdall nodded.

"How about tomorrow afternoon? I remember you only have one class, not consecutive classes."

"Okay, I'll trouble you then." Heimdall closed the notebook.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Heimdall came to Pink Kapok led by Professor Katenen.Pink Kapok is a shop with a very girly interior, which is similar in style to a tea shop in Hogsmeade.The entire store ranges from plates and tea cups to tablecloths, walls to carpets, ceilings to wall lamps and table lamps, etc. In short, if you look around, you can hardly see anything other than pink, even the robes on the proprietress are pink.

There weren't many customers in the store, and Heimdall saw a wizard sitting by the window at a glance. Coincidentally, he just looked up and looked at the door. Heimdall was about to start with a smile on his face. Katenen Pulled him and turned around.

"That's LaVar."

Heimdall saw a thin, skinny black man sitting in a corner gorging himself, his white hair conspicuous.

"Raval is an African-American wizard, and his ancestral home seems to be Nigeria." Katenen took his hand and walked towards the lawyer who had been unemployed for nearly 50 years.

Laval noticed the movement, raised his head suddenly, saw Heimdall and Katenen froze for a moment, then pointed at Katenen and screamed, with a look of horror on his face.

"Kattenin, you bastard!" As soon as he opened his mouth, he sprayed all over the table.

Heimdall now believes his miserable life. This lawyer who is no longer young has sunken cheeks and looks like he has been chronically malnourished. The wizard robe on his body seems to be hanging on a skeleton.

"I'm not late." Professor Katenen shrugged innocently.

"You..." Laval glanced at Heimdall, covered his mouth with an ugly face, and smiled flatteringly at Heimdall, jumped up and pulled Professor Katenin to the side, reluctant to put down the cake in his left hand .

"Why did you bring people here directly?" Laval complained.

Because of the close distance, Katenin was sprayed in the face by him.

Hastily took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, Katenin said angrily, "You ordered the pink kapok."

"I asked you where the dim sum was delicious, and you said this store," Laval bit the cake in his hand hard and said inarticulately. "I plan to ask you to take me to a long gown shop after I'm full. I'll change out of this one, and then I'll get my hair cut and dressed up... Who knew you'd be so incapable of doing things!"

Katenin stared at him, "Who pays?"

"Of course it's you, I don't have any money!" Laval stuffed the rest of the cake into his mouth.

"...Didn't you go to other people's place for dinner recently?"

"I can't find anyone." Laval looked sad.

"They're not as stupid as me, only I took the initiative to bump into your wand." Katenen said self-deprecatingly.

"Only you are the most interesting, and you introduced me to the job." After speaking, Laval glanced back, and his eyebrows suddenly became bright. "That's the young master? Look at that little fair-faced man, he looks like a decent man, well-educated."

I haven't said anything, how can I comprehend so much in just one stop?And compared with Laval, no one has a fair face.Katenin didn't bother to complain about him.

"What do you think of me? Should I postpone the interview and go buy a new robe?" Laval wiped his hair aggressively, and pulled the placket again.

"Don't be beautiful. I have told Stulusson about your situation. If you wear gold and silver today, it will not be good for your interview. He will think that I have cheated him."

"Professor, sit down and talk, we can have something to eat."

When Heimdall's voice came, Laval's eyes lit up, and Katenen thought that he probably didn't have a full meal recently, and his eyes glowed green.

"No, if you can, let's have an interview now." Unexpectedly, Laval shook his head solemnly, bypassed Katenen, and walked towards Heimdall.

Katenen laughed. It seems that this guy is more enthusiastic about this job than he expected.

LaVar opened his briefcase and pulled out his résumé.In Heimdall's eyes, it was just a worn-out bag, and Katenen knew that it was given by Laval's girlfriend when he first started working.His girlfriend later became Mrs. Laval, who eloped with someone more than 20 years ago. Laval felt sorry for his wife and did not deliberately look for it. It was not until last month that he received a letter from a stranger telling him that his wife passed away last month.

His wife started a family in another country and had three children, including now great-grandchildren.

Katenen shook his head, that Abbe was settled, but Laval suffered for most of his life because of one choice.

Heimdall looked through his resume. Laval graduated from Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Magic. After graduation, he entered a wizard training institution while receiving training and looking for a job until he passed all the examinations and obtained his lawyer's qualification certificate.

Heimdall doesn't know much about the profession of lawyers, but judging by his resume and the cases he has handled, he should be considered a shining gold.It's a pity that he was quite unlucky. He ran into the Abena case just after he made a little fame, and he stopped his career.

"I don't understand." Heimdall pushed back his resume and said honestly. "I don't know any of the certificates and qualifications you showed me. I don't doubt your business ability. After all, it was introduced by Professor Katenen himself. I believe in the professor's vision."

Laval was quite inflated at first, thinking that his glorious resume had shocked the young master, and the last sentence knocked him back to his original form.

"I'm looking for a private lawyer, not just for this cooperation, you understand what I mean?" Heimdall said calmly.

"I understand." Laval seemed a little excited. He hadn't pursued anything for himself for so long that he almost forgot the feeling that made him feel ups and downs. "Otherwise, we can use this case of yours as an assessment. If the results of my work are satisfactory, we can talk about the long-term."

"Okay, seeing how confident you are, I feel a little more secure." Heimdall laughed.

Laval took out his notepad and asked about the ins and outs of the whole incident in detail, and also asked Heimdall's thoughts, that is, how far he wanted the lawsuit to develop and what kind of response he hoped the other party would make.After asking these questions, he used his legal knowledge to make various assumptions for Heimdall.

Laval's original intention was to show off his professional knowledge, give the other party a blow, and let the other party know how good he is. Unexpectedly, he was the one who was blown off.During the conversation, Heimdall made several assumptions. The wizarding law has been revised more than once in the past 50 years. Laval's methods are not applicable to the present, that is, they are outdated.

"No rush." ​​Heimdall didn't mind Laval's embarrassment. "You are in this industry. It's just that you haven't been in touch for a long time, and you are not used to it. I believe that you must accept the law faster than ordinary people. I look forward to your good news." He patted Laval's clenched fist on the table.

Laval lifted his spirits, "Don't worry, I will definitely make the Estonian Ministry of Magic pay the price."

Heimdall laughed, "I like to hear that."

Half an hour later, Laval stood at the door of the pink kapok, squinting at Katenen, who was smoking a pipe.

"Why is this young master so clear about legal matters?"

"You should change your name, he will be your boss from now on." Katenen took a breath of smoke unhurriedly, and the smoke ring melted in the heavy snow. "Sturlusson works for the International Wizengamot."

"Really?!" Laval was startled, then frowned. "No, he's not yet an adult, and he can't get into IW without a diploma, or is it that IW has changed the rules now?"

"It's not official yet, but he is the seedling that IW intends to cultivate. Otherwise, how could the fire in Estonia be burned on a student?"

Laval raised his eyebrows, silently digesting the information revealed in Katenen's words.

"Don't underestimate Strulusson," Professor Katenin came to cash the empty checks with no deadline. "He's the youngest IW judge ever, um, the youngest in the future."

LaVar's abruptly opened eyelids loosen as he floats out the last bit.

On Friday afternoon, at the same moment when the Estonian Ministry of Magic received a letter from a lawyer claiming to be Mr. Heimdall Strulusson's attorney, Heimdall in school uniform took a picture in front of the mirror in the bathroom. After a long time, until he looked horizontally, vertically, left, and right, he was sure again and again that no matter how he looked, he looked like an underage student. He strode out of the bathroom, shook his hand at the animal friends, closed the door and left.

His father took him down the corridor on the first basement floor of the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards. This floor is very quiet, but compared with the gloomy and heavy road of "Never Turning Back" in the IW Tribunal, this place is purely quiet. There were very few wizards coming and going, even if one came across, it would appear suddenly like a catwalk, and disappear in a blink of an eye.

Walking here, you will spontaneously lighten your steps, shut your mouth, and walk quietly.

"I won't be able to accompany you in for a while." Rommel stood still in front of a door and whispered. "I will also participate in this investigation, but in order to avoid suspicion, I will not speak at the meeting. I hope you understand."

Heimdall nodded.

"Good boy." Rommel patted his head. "go in."

Heimdall hesitated, "Is this the waiting room?"

"No, there is someone you might want to meet, and someone will take you to the waiting room later."

Heimdall felt that his father's smile was very mysterious, so he opened the door wonderingly.

This is a very clean room with a table and a few chairs on both sides of the table. A man in a dark green wizard robe is sitting by the table. After hearing the door open, the man raised his head and stared at him for a while, then raised the corner of his mouth. .

Standing next to the man, on the left and right, was an expressionless wizard in the robes of the police chief. When Heimdall walked in, they didn't even move their eyelids.

Heimdall blinked his eyes, and said in surprise after a moment: "...Langer?"

The man nodded, "Hello, Sturlusson."