HP's Foreign Land

The next day, when Heimdall walked into the office, his new boss was surrounded by a group of colleagues. The newcomers rushed to convey their greetings, and the old staff sat in their respective positions with smiles on their lips, leisurely watching it all.

Today Miss Filming looks stunning.

She still likes to wear brightly colored high-heeled shoes, and the diamond chain on her wrist shines brightly. This kind of pursuit is not appropriate for IW, who strives to create a calm and dignified external image, but it seems that no one has mentioned it to her in recent years. Wake up, even her immediate boss, Hollingworth, seemed to be under the spell of amnesia, and Ms. Ferring's friends at the same time did not give her a warning.

Thinking of this, Heimdall realized that he didn't know when it started. Those wizards who were selected at the same time were no longer inseparable like a group, but integrated into their new circles.Occasionally, when they meet in the corridor or lounge, they will stop to greet each other with a smile on their faces, and learn about each other's current situation. Although they are both in IW, it is generally difficult for different departments to have too much intersection.Miss Ferring was the only one who walked farther and farther away, appearing extremely indifferent, and those wizards also turned a blind eye to her.

As I said before, Ms. Feilin is a person with pursuit, otherwise she would not have entered IW, especially when she was sure that she had passed the examination, she would directly enter the case filing office where others sharpened their heads and wanted to squeeze in.Heimdall also thought she was a capable woman at first, and she looked down on her out of hatred for the rich, until Rommel pierced the window paper, exposing her background of La Carlini, Heimdall Mdahl admits that he can't help but go crazy since then.

Just like him himself, no matter how hard he works in the future, once he is promoted in his position, others will probably regard the fruits of his labor as a victory against his father.This kind of psychology is understandable.Therefore, this matter is also effective for Miss Ferring. She is La Carlini's "sister-in-law". It is said that few people know about it so far. Later, Miss Feilin gave him a face inexplicably, and he would only think that this lady was looking for a sense of existence.

Unfortunately, since Rommel exposed her powerful background, she seemed to have foreseen the result, and she became honest immediately, and she no longer casually swayed in front of his eyes, which made Director Sturluson feel lonely and cold for a while.

From the perspective of those who don't know the inside story, Hollingworth, who deals with paperwork all day, is naturally not as promising as Musayev, who is constantly running around, because Musayev's performance is clearly visible, and the rotating chief office treats him well. It is also well known that Hollingworth, who packs the parchment, is not competitive at all.

Heimdall couldn't help guessing that Miss Film, who was pursuing her, was showing her courtesies in front of Judge Musayev. Did she decide to abandon Hollingworth and go with Musayev, who seemed more promising?

Perhaps only God knows, and Ms. Feilin knows it herself.

"Sturluson!" Musayev, who had a particularly good look, waved his hand.

Heimdall hurried over and said with a smile, "Morning, Judge Musayev."

The crowd around the judge suddenly relaxed a lot, and the newcomers looked at Heimdall with surprise on their faces, especially Miss Ferring's gaze was the most straightforward.

"Look at your colleagues, go be lazy, Stulusson."

Heimdall blinked his eyes, and then carefully looked at Musayev's expression. He was still smiling, elegant and calm.But Heimdall didn't think he had heard it wrong. This guy not only compared him with this group of regular employees, but also took the opportunity to ridicule them for their lax work attitude and not doing their job properly?

Musayev didn't give him time to comprehend the answer, nor gave him a chance to appreciate the expressions of others. He stood up and smoothed his front.

"Since we're here, let's go out for a walk." After speaking, he walked straight out.

Heimdall hurriedly seized the time to say hello to Hollingworth's direction, then nodded and smiled with his colleagues around him, and quickly chased him out. Hollingworth, who had always been indifferent to the turmoil in the office, quickly slanted away. Glanced at the small back of Chief Sturlusson.

When Miss Ferring returned to Hollingworth, the couple had already dispersed. She picked up the documents on the table and looked at them for a while, then put them down impatiently.Hollingworth kept her head buried in her writing, so focused that she was oblivious to her fidgeting.

"Judge Hollingworth," Miss Filming couldn't hold back after all, and whispered. "Why don't you send an assistant to Judge Musayev?"

"Isn't it sent?"

Miss Ferring bit her lip, "I mean regular employees."

Hollingworth didn't take his eyes off the document in his hand, and said slowly: "When one day I get promoted and become a qualified justice, I will remember to go to the chief office for you to ask."

Miss Ferring stopped talking.

There is a landscape painting in the executive office of IW, which is hung in a small room where sundries are placed. The room is less than four square meters, and the place where it rests is full of junk.It is said that this room was originally used to store the seized items of the judicial police force. Since the judicial police force was merged into the police corps and changed to the IW police force, this room has been idle. The things piled up now are left over from the original. The owner of these items Some are still languishing in prison, and most are dead.

The painting was hanging next to a sideboard, at a very subtle angle, so you couldn't see it from the doorway.

They came to the painting step by step, Musayev said a password that Heimdall couldn't understand, and after some dizzy ups and downs, they walked up the last flight of stairs. They stand in a world where everything is green.

A blue-gray centaur with a head of black hair stood in the center of the room, looking at them coldly, with a posture of keeping strangers away.

Heimdall controlled his facial expression and didn't move at all, but stood still quietly. In terms of how pleasant he was with the centaur a few times, the key was to keep a distance, and the key point was to keep his face straight. The core of expression is to know how to respect, and the centaur is very sensitive to the various reactions of the wizard.

"Good morning, Eanil." Musayev smiled politely.

E'anil nodded, but didn't answer.

Musayev seemed to be accustomed to his indifference, "I want to go in and have a look." He handed out the prison visit permit signed by the chief office.

"Only you can go in alone." E'anil said immediately.

Musayev showed a helpless expression, "For the sake of my old friend, please accommodate me."

"I don't make friends with wizards."

Well, all these years are almost useless.

Musayev continued his efforts, "There is no turning back here. If you don't let him in, how can he go back?"

E'anil pointed with a big hand, and there were a few rags hanging next to the portrait at the entrance—portkeys.

Musayev had no choice but to turn around and apologize to Heimdall, "I overestimated my face, and I didn't expect this prison guard to be unreasonable at all. I can only wrong you, Strulusson."

Heimdall quickly shook his head and said it was okay.

Under Eanil's meticulous surveillance, Musayev entered IW's makeshift prison, leaving Heimdall staring at the cynical centaurs in the prison guard's office.

The horseman's office is covered with greenery, and the luxuriance is like an open-air garden.The ground here is covered with moss, different types of ferns grow in the corners, and the walls are covered with firefly vines. The stamens of this plant after flowering are like fireflies, which can swim within a certain distance from the flowers. , can also emit light, very similar to real fireflies.

These plants are very shy and tend to get confused when strangers approach them.

Heimdall didn't dare to strike up a conversation with the centaur, for fear that if he was unhappy, he would bend his bow and set an arrow and shoot himself as a prick.When he turned around and walked towards the Portkey, a cluster of densely flowered firefly vines hanging down from the ceiling was in a momentary state of confusion, and the star-like stamens quickly intertwined and collided.A few flower stamens were overwhelmed by the serial traffic accidents, fell off, and were picked up by Heimdall. The scorching pain broke out from the palm of the hand at that moment, and Heimdall's facial features immediately twisted into a ball.

But instead of throwing away the pistils, he stretched out his arms and carried them back to the vicinity of the flower, so that they could return to their homes.The pistils were engulfed by their respective flowers one by one, and the buds closed one by one, and began to achieve self-repair through dormancy. Only then did Heimdall stretch out his palm to stroke the surface of the buds.The flowers remained meek and motionless until Heimdall's burned palm was covered by the milky white liquid seeping from the surface of the buds.

Heimdall felt the hot stinging pain was wrapped in a bit of coolness, and the pain subsided. He carefully and quickly withdrew his palm.

E'anil moved at the moment when the firefly vine was abnormal. Heimdall's thoughtless action made him stop, and the subsequent self-healing caused the centaur prison guard's face to be involuntarily surprised.Firefly vine is a plant cultivated by the horse people, and it is one of the symbols of the tribe. Generally, wizards are not given the opportunity to contact them, let alone let them learn how to plant them, unless the wizard has won the friendship of the horse people...

"Are all these portkeys usable?"

Heimdall's question brought back Eanil, who had slipped away. The centaur prison guard looked at the young wizard in front of him with a complicated face. His sanity had not fully recovered, and he nodded subconsciously, waiting until he saw Heimdall clearly. It was only when he touched the nearest door key that he reacted abruptly. It was too late to stop him, and the boy disappeared with the single-channel door key specially made by IW.

The centaur guard was silent for a moment, feeling annoyed for the first time because of the wizard.

On the side of Director Strulusong, after an earth-shattering space travel, he finally stepped on flat ground. If he hadn't had some experience, he might have fallen freely and plowed the ground with his face.

After finally getting rid of the dizziness and standing still, he looked around and found that he was teleported into an alley.The alley is not long, with a dark wall at one end and continuous voices from the other end, making it very lively.

Thinking of where he came from just now, he decided to stay away from the unfriendly looking wall and walked towards the bustling side, when someone stopped him.

"Hey, are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?"

A wizard with an invisible face was sitting on a wooden stool, hiding in the shadow of the alley. At this moment, he was holding a newspaper in his hand, his body was almost covered by the newspaper, and beside him was a broken basket.

In fact, he didn't understand what they said, but he understood when he saw the basket. Heimdall said sorry and threw the broken spoon into the basket.

After that, he walked out of the alley, he was a little dazed by the bustling crowd.

Heimdall quickly lowered his head and looked at his clothes. Fortunately, he didn't wear IW's uniform robes today. The clothes on his body were somewhat similar to Muggle clothes in form, and he felt at ease blending into the noisy streets. Five minutes later, he stood on the bridge and looked at the rippling river with tears streaming down his face.

That key took him to the Netherlands in the north. No wonder there are so many people and water. This is the capital of the family, Amsterdam, known as the Venice of the North.

Mr. Stulusson has a bitter face, and the horsemen are old and bad.

On the other end, Comrade Eanil, who had just finished regretting, sneezed loudly.

Before the staff cafeteria began to serve lunch, Director Strulusson stepped back to the International Federation of Wizards.Although he missed the judge meeting in the morning, the new and old bosses who already knew the ins and outs didn't blame him. Heimdall, who took the time to slip around Amsterdam, behaved extraordinarily obediently for the rest of the time because of his guilty conscience. Going east, never going west, wherever Musayev pointed his finger, he ran there.

Musayev was a little puzzled, why is it different from what Hollingworth described?

Hollingworth saw the trick, rolled his eyes a few times, but did not expose him.

During lunch, he sat next to the old and new bosses with a plate, picking up the minced meat in the soup with a spoon, and was more focused than listening to the two bosses chatting.

Musayev seemed to be about to change the subject, but felt it was inconvenient to let the third person know, but he didn't expect that the little clerk didn't understand at all after hinting several times.

Hollingworth thought there was nothing to hide from Heimdall, and Moussayev wouldn't tell him in the cafeteria what really mattered.

"He's busy fishing for meat, don't take yourself too seriously." Hollingworth took this opportunity to tease a certain clerk obliquely.

The little clerk didn't stop, and decided not to share his knowledge. Of course, he was still respectful on the surface.

Musayev glanced at it for a while, and it seemed to be true, so he let go of his worries after being amused.

"E'anil's temper is getting worse and worse. I remember that he used to chat with familiar wizards. I always thought that I had a good relationship with him. I didn't expect that the two brothers didn't have a good face. "No matter how gentlemanly a person is, he will have a turbulent gossip in his heart.

In IW's temporary wizard prison, E'anur guards the entrance, and his brother E'anur guards the exit.

"It's been hundreds of years since the wizarding union was established. The first president of the union boasted to them and has not been able to fulfill it. If I were a horseman, I would have smashed the prison door to retaliate instead of swallowing my anger. stick to their posts.”

People say that tolerance is great, and you are upright. Please respect yourself, Judge Hollingworth!Heimdall, who didn't understand the cause and effect at all, was busy complaining in his heart.

"I don't think they're going to swallow it," Musayev said. "I heard that the Centaur Tribe signed a magical cooperation agreement with the first chairman. I wondered if that agreement was about to expire."

"This is not an issue we should be concerned about. It is a headache for the current chairman, Professor Dumbledore." Hollingworth disagreed. "Once the centaur brothers leave their posts, I'll just ask Dumbledore for new guards."

Musayev said: "I heard that there is a tribe of horsemen in Hogwarts. Since the first term failed to realize the wish of helping Eanil's tribe move to a suitable new home, I think Dumbledore will probably encourage Eanil moved the tribe to England, where there is a foundation anyway.”

Hollingworth shook his head, "You don't know the centaurs. Don't look at them as arrogance and give people the impression that they work together internally. In fact, they have their own circles just like us humans. Centaurs of different ethnic groups live together to seek If something goes wrong, a tribe can only have one fire tree, and the fire tree is the symbol of each centaur tribe. If Hogwarts already has a centaur tribe, Eanil's tribe will invade another tribe if they settle in. Clan territory. I don't believe Dumbledore didn't know that, he wouldn't have done it."

Musayev shrugged indifferently, he has never had anything to do with animals and plants.

Hollingworth saw Heimdall's thoughtful expression in a blink of an eye, and was curious, and asked, "What's the matter, Strulusson, what international affairs are you thinking about?"

"I heard you say centaur..." Heimdall hesitated.

"Any questions?"

That old bastard, isn't...

"The prison guard, I mean Eanil, don't they want to live in the same place?"

Hollingworth nodded, "The centaurs would not choose to leave their homes unless it was absolutely necessary, but as the living space of wizards became smaller and smaller, the centaurs also began to face the same problem. The ancestors of Brother E'Anil and the international The first chairman of the Wizarding Union signed a cooperation agreement. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, the first chairman of the Sorcerer Union did not help the centaur tribe fulfill their wish until the very end. Even so, the centaur people still abide by the agreement from generation to generation. Two tribesmen were selected to serve as prison guards, and they lasted for hundreds of years. Except for the centaur tribe, no one knows the number of years in the original agreement."

"I think that agreement is about to expire." Musayev couldn't help interjecting, noticing Hollingworth's eyes, he added: "There is no basis, you don't have to believe it, but that's what I think. "

Hollingworth did not speak. Judging from the past situation, the accuracy of Moussayev's sixth sense is still worthy of attention.

"Is there any condition for them to move?"

When the two judges heard this, they all looked at Heimdall.

"Such as climate, environment, or language."

The two judges looked at each other.

Musayev frowned: "I haven't heard about it. Horse people should like trees, and most of them will choose to live in the woods."

"It's not just forests, they also have certain requirements for the soil. It must be able to adapt to the growth of horse people's plants. The minimum standard must be able to grow the tribal fire tree."

"Fire tree? A tree with glowing silver flowers?" Heimdall asked.

"Have you seen it?" Hollingworth asked in surprise.

"Saw it in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, where there was a tribe of centaurs."

"How did you get in? Wizards cannot see their symbolic tree without the centaur's permission."

Heimdall's expression was a little subtle, "...It's a mistake."

Although Hollingworth was full of question marks, he stopped asking when he saw that his face was full of confusion.

Heimdall quickly put aside this, and asked hopefully, "If I can provide an environment with few people, lush vegetation, and diverse animal species, will the Eanil brothers and their clan agree to move? But the temperature is a bit low. , but there are steaming pools of different sizes and depths."

"Sounds good. If I were Eanil, I would definitely agree." Musayev laughed.

Hollingworth was cautious, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Ask for you if you have a chance."

"Don't worry," Heimdall forked a piece of meat with a smile on his face. "I'm going to go back and test a few more times, and plant the plants of the centaur to see if they all survive. I'll trouble you when I have the confirmation."

He still has centaur plants? !

Hollingworth suddenly discovered that the little clerk had quite a story.