HP's Foreign Land

"I'm coming."

When he stepped into the living room again, he heard Junker's laughter, and he walked quickly to pull Heimdall over.As he yelled loudly, more than half of the guests in the living room cast their eyes on him, and Heimdall hurriedly smiled at these uncles, aunts, and aunts who knew or didn't know.

Heimdall was pulled away suddenly, Buta was stunned for a moment, and then walked towards the dining table in the corner as if nothing had happened. She hadn't eaten yet.Ke and Zoe had already eaten a lot, and now each of them was holding a cup and pouring down a drink. Just like what Heimdall said, the snacks were very delicious.

"What did he tell you?" Zooey asked seemingly casually.

Buta immediately became vigilant, and then spurned himself because of his subconscious reaction.

"Ask me something about my class." Buta said vaguely while biting a snack on purpose.

"He asked you about Mr. Yezhov?"

"How is it possible!" Buta gave him a blank look. "Don't think about those messy things, even if you have nothing to do, something will happen to you."

Zooey's face froze, and she turned her eyes away.

Buta ignored him and focused on the food, but chatted with Ke.

Heimdall at the other end of the living room was surrounded by a group of elders and aunts. He couldn't tell whether these wizards were Junker's friends or relatives. Anyway, he was busy nodding and smiling when listening to Junker's introduction.

One thing he was more pleased with was that among Junker's guests there were no fugitives with red wanted warrants, and a few familiar ones were similar to Junker and the others, and belonged to the "old" elements.It seems that Juncker's determination to wash his hands has not wavered.

Now Katenin has become the honorary principal of the magic school; Yezhov has become the ace teacher of the training center; Shagari, a pipe-smoking man, has devoted himself to public welfare under the hint of Heimdall, and he can occasionally be seen on the pages of local newspapers, of course. , the contents of the reports are all positive.Now Junker is the only one left without a "legitimate" whereabouts. In fact, he is also anxious, always feeling that he has been marginalized and lost at the starting line.

Uncles and aunts heard that Heimdall became very active when he was doing things in IW, and they rushed to introduce themselves until they confirmed that he had not yet graduated and was just a clerk in IW. The words began to be insincere.

Anger appeared on Junker's face, feeling that he had been humiliated, and complained that these people were too realistic.Katenen thought that this is long-term investment. To put it bluntly, it is normal for those who wish to take the bait to be ungrateful.

When Junker was upset, he started to chase people away, even his grandson. Mister Magic had long been used to his moody outbursts from time to time, so he turned around and took refuge, leaving behind those indistinct eyes of Junker.When these people realized that the situation was not good and were about to run away, Junker had already calmed down, as if he didn't see their silence, he left the living room with his three old friends and went to the study in the inner room.

The four old fellows didn't forget to sneak Director Strulusson over. At that time, he was just going to go to the dining table to renew the stall in confusion.

The corner where the three of Buta were located was also affected by Junker's roar, and the whole living room instantly became silent.Ke looked around worriedly, for fear that something might happen to Heimdall.Buta comforted him in a low voice.Zooey saw an old wizard smoking a pipe stretch out his arms, grabbed Heimdall who seemed to be running away, and carried him out of the living room, the expression on his face darkened.

The living room was still stuck in a tense atmosphere, and the guests were all like frightened quails, huddled together with their necks curled up.Mister Magic drank a glass of wine calmly, and stood up to clean up the mess.

Juncker's study can especially reflect the person's aesthetic sentiment. The ink bottles are all pasted with gold leaf, and the jewels of various colors on the accessories in the cabinet are dazzling.Heimdall sat on a gorgeous sofa chair covered with silk and embroidered satin, inlaid with gold thread or mixed with gold powder, feeling very insecure.

Four old wizards sat on the sofas on both sides, and Heimdall, who was sitting alone on the central sofa chair, had the illusion of three trials.

Just when he was thinking wildly, Shajiali asked with a smile: "After taking a class for one school year, will I still get used to it when I go to IW?"

"It's okay," Heimdall seemed embarrassed and rubbed his head. "Actually, I am a filer at IW. My colleagues are all good people, and the judges are also very kind."

A few old guys obviously didn't believe it. After thinking about it, this kid hasn't graduated yet, and even if he is reused, he has to become a regular employee. After that, the faces of the old wizards suddenly became much more relaxed.

Heimdall didn't show any expression on his face, and his mind was full of confidence.Confidentiality is what he must abide by all his life, and he cannot relax because of the kindness shown by others.He knew what these few wanted to know, and it was for that purpose that they were willing to "invest" in themselves.It's a pity that the current him is still far away from the goal they hope to see. At this moment, Heimdall is very happy that the chief office has approved him to visit the IW temporary prison with his boss on Monday.

"The biggest case that IW has recently handled is the case of the Estonian Ministry of Magic. You should have heard of it, right?" Heimdall made himself look eager to try.

"Oh, I know." Shagari took a puff of his cigarette, and the smoke he exhaled rose into the air and became a string of letters: Andrew.

"There was a lot of trouble a while ago," Yezhofu said. "The old guy who made a name for himself during the Great War seems to be dying at the end of his life."

After rounds of interrogations and investigations, more and more people were involved.Those righteous people who have been praised for 50 years have undergone earth-shaking changes in their status, and have been questioned by all parties. Those who are still alive are invited out one by one by IW investigators for questioning. This case started with dereliction of duty. The small-scale brawl in the past turned into a denunciation of the entire wizarding world's judicial system today.The unbearable truths of prisoner torture and torture that have been covered up for more than 50 years have surfaced one by one. Today, 50 years later, no wizard will confidently regard them as the price of victory.

Andrew Ansip unfortunately became the fuse that ignited all this.

"My friend was also involved." Heimdall felt that the emotions were almost brewing.

The old guys immediately expressed concern.

Heimdall smiled, "My friend has no direct connection with Judge Ansip's case. Since his case was handled by Judge Ansip in the past, after more than twenty years, he finally got a chance to reverse the case."

Anyone who is familiar with the wizarding judicial system knows that it is very rare to reverse the case in the wizarding world, because the conditions of the prisons where wizards are imprisoned are extremely poor, and the prisoners will almost die if they enter, and they are not allowed to visit the prison, so there is almost no chance to ask for a reversal of the case. , The wizards who insist on living in prison are all people with strong perseverance, or who believe that they are innocent.

His pen pals have both.

"Who's your friend?" Junker said.

"Andrew Lange."

There was a trace of bewilderment in the eyes of several old guys, but a different brilliance appeared in Shajiali's eyes.

"Estonian Minister of Magic 20 years ago?!"

"Yes, it's him."

Shagari's old profession is to sell information and deliver news, so it's not surprising that Heimdall came to him after he figured it out.

"It's been 20 years..." Shajiali sighed in a very different way. "I think that Minister Lange was a well-known figure in Europe back then, and he was simply a typical example of being born to be envied."

"Isn't it just being jealous?" Junker disagreed. "The price of being jealous is being thrown into jail, which shows that this minister doesn't know how to hide his strength and bide his time, and doesn't know how to be low-key."

"The words of low-key came out of your peacock's mouth, and I felt very uncomfortable." Ye Ruofu didn't give any face.

The corners of Junker's eyes twitched, but he didn't refute.In fact, he himself knew that he was not a good person when he was young, and his low-key comprehension was only a state of mind after things had passed. If he was ten years earlier, he would never say such a thing.

"At that time, I was convicted and sentenced for various reasons... When this case is over, please take care of me." Heimdall emphasized seriously. "Grateful."

The old guys didn't change much in their expressions, they were all smiling, they couldn't tell, it was all about this, Minister Lange was probably going to be rehabilitated.Heimdall is asking them to take care of his friend, and don't embarrass him if something happens to his friend after he is released from prison.

"Don't worry," Yezhov spoke on behalf of the old fellows, reassuring Heimdall. "We haven't made it difficult for anyone in years."

On Monday, Heimdall got up early, and imitated Rommel and gave his son's morning call. Rommel's father was very helpful, and he kept smiling until he went to work.

"Father, let's go out and play when you are free." Heimdall suggested enthusiastically. "Call Snow, just the three of us, and I'll bring pods, toffee, small eight eyes, and small bread. If Olar doesn't have a mission to deliver the letter that day, take it too. Let's go climbing or go fishing .”

"Well, I'm very satisfied if you remember me." Rommel said seemingly indifferently.

Heimdall said flatteringly, "If I forget myself, I won't forget you."

"Where's your Victor? Won't you call him?"

"He and I are not in the same family, I am in the same family as you."

Rommel couldn't help laughing at his small appearance, "I remember it, so don't pretend to lose your memory when the time comes."

"will not."

Rommel smiled softly, "Even if you lose your memory, it doesn't matter."

Heimdall quickly shut his mouth, not daring to bluff any more.

It was still early to arrive at the International Confederation of Wizards building. Heimdall entered the filing office, quickly moved several pots of plants belonging to Judge Musayev, placed them on the window sill where the sunlight could shine in, and watered the flowers and plants.Serving the potted plants and putting them back in place, Hollingworth entered the office.

"Good morning." Heimdall was full of air.

Hollingworth nodded, "It's good to see you in such high spirits."

Heimdall smiled and walked over.

"Can I really enter the temporary prison today?" After the weekend passed, he was still a little nervous.

"I still have a list to be signed by the chief on duty here." Seeing Heimdall's longing expression in a blink of an eye, Hollingworth shook his head amusedly, and showed him the document.

As soon as Heimdall reached out, Hollingworth quickly moved the document away.

Heimdall pursed his lips, looked up at the parchment from a short distance, saw his name on it, and repeatedly confirmed the inscription in the lower right corner, Heimdall burst into tears with excitement.

"The opportunity is rare, take it well." Hollingworth carefully put away the documents. "You are not a regular employee, so it was not your turn. Since the chief office on duty is willing to give you this opportunity, please don't embarrass me, otherwise there will be no next time."

Heimdall nodded cautiously, "I understand."

At 09:30 in the morning, Musayev finished processing the documents at hand, winked at Heimdall, and walked outside.Heimdall hurriedly picked up the folder on his boss's desk and followed him out.

The young people including Miss Feilin watched them walk out of the office with envy and hatred on their faces.Compared with Musayev, who is restless all day long, Hollingworth is a super otaku.

Walking into the centaur prison guard's office again, the atmosphere is completely different from last time, one is because Heimdall has the leader's signature now; the other is because the centaur has hope for moving.Eanil's eyes on Heimdall have made a qualitative leap, but his attitude has not changed much, and he is still cold.

Heimdall was already very content, and he didn't expect the centaur to confide in the wizard.

Entering the interior of the temporary prison, Heimdall was shocked by the height and breadth of the interior. While looking around ignorantly, he followed Musayev up the stairs, and almost missed his first foot.

They stopped in the second room on the third floor. Musayev took out a sign from his pocket and plugged it into the slot next to the iron door. The wizard prison outside was much neater, and Heimdall found that there were beds suspended by iron chains, as well as simple tables and chairs.

Lange was still facing the gate as in Hercules, sitting cross-legged on the floor.Enduring the sudden discomfort, he smiled at the two of them through the gap in the fence.

"How is it? Is it okay to have a trial tomorrow?" Musayev took the folder Heimdall handed over, took out a quill and wrote a few strokes on the paper.

"I've waited 20 years and I won't allow myself to back down at a moment like this."

"Very good." Musayev nodded. "I will arrange for you to have a physical examination in the afternoon. Take this opportunity to tidy up."

After the physical examination before the IW trial, the prisoners will be given bath time and changed into the clothes provided by the IW. This is to make them look decent when they go to court, because some court trials are open to the public and media involvement.

"I'm glad to hear this news. I think I'm almost a pickle." The smile on Lange's face seemed to grow brighter.

Musayev raised his eyebrows. "Didn't they let you take a shower when you left Hercules?"

"It's been a few months."

Musayev laughed. "Did you forget? You haven't groomed in Hercules for 20 years."

"Don't remind me."

Musayev backed away a few steps, Heimdall turned his head puzzled, Lange behind the fence said to him, "Hi, Rigg, nice to see you."

It was only then that Heimdall realized that his boss had given him time to talk.

"Me too, there's nothing better than being healthy," Heimdall said.

"I agree, I am even more fortunate that I have such a strong desire to survive."

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "There is an expensive restaurant in Kapok Town, I wrote about it in my letter, do you still remember?"

"Wait, I should remember." After a while, Lange said, "Chili Swan."

"The boletus series inside is said to be very delicious. Last time I had a treat with a friend. The atmosphere was not very good that day. I ate too fast. Now that I think about it, it seems that I didn’t find anything special. Maybe I should go again. Chew slowly."

Lange smiled, "I remember I still have some savings in Gringotts, so it's not a problem to treat you to a meal of porcini mushrooms."

Heimdall smiled, "I'll wait."

As they left IW Prison, Heimdall thought of another Andrew.

"Where is Mr. Ansip now?" As one of the defendants, the respected man seemed not to be locked up.

"Before the official sentence is pronounced, he is under the supervision of specialized personnel."

Heimdall didn't ask any more questions.

"By the way, the two experts who stole the dragon eggs from your school are also here," Musayev said.

"Really?" Heimdall looked back at the big iron gates.

Musayev pointed to the highest level, "Our police force has investigated that they are also related to the smuggling of magical animals. The wandering wizards who were arrested have testified against them. The two experts will stay here for a while."

Heimdall smiled gloatingly.

Musayev led him out of the temporary prison, and came to another centaur office, which must be passed through the exit.The occupant of this office is E'anur, the younger brother of E'anil.Unlike his brother, Eanur looked like a young man, and he was polite, and his horse was sorrel.

"Mr. Sturluson."

"What's the matter?" Heimdall turned around in surprise.

Eanur was rather embarrassed, "...I heard from my brother that it's about Durmstrang, I just, I want to ask, when can we move there?"

Heimdall took a lot of effort to force himself to go through the facial paralysis to the end, for fear that the centaur brother would shoot in embarrassment, and ran back to complain in anger.

"Anytime is fine. The principal is always here. If you pack up, let me know so we can make arrangements."

"today!"

Heimdall opened his eyes wide.

E'anur said, "...then tomorrow."

Heimdall: "..."