HP's Foreign Land

I don't know what excuse Anna used to talk to Karel Di Rupo, but the only thing that is certain is that her efficiency is amazing.At dinnertime on the evening of the second day after she had promised to connect them, that is, on Wednesday, Heimdall received a letter from Di Rupo.

Director Sturluson was flattered. Although he knew nothing about the master and his contributions before, just because of the title of "Enemy" that Grindelwald himself admitted, Director Sturluson believed that he had absolutely reason to congratulate him. With great respect.

But what excited Heimdall most was not the master's letter, but the letter itself. Di Rupo's voice-transmitting wizard letter came from the Weasley twins' joke shop.

The Kaleidoscopic Howling Letters series - a product of joint research by Heimdall and the twins.They are also available at the Muggle supply shop in Kapok Town.At the end of the last school year, the series of Howling Letters ranked No. [-] on the list of best-selling products, and the No. [-] was the "Automatic Sketching Quill Pen Series" independently developed by Mr. Stulusson.

What Di Rupo sent was a relatively mild anise letter. This series of wizard letters is only responsible for sound transmission, without other special effects, and it will not stage a terrifying moment of landslides.If you are eagerly looking forward to the wizard who received your letter trembling in the shaking of the earth, then please be sure to buy red vinegar, dried ginger, pepper and other series. If you think it is not enough, we strongly recommend this store to you The most exciting little red pepper series, I hope you will be satisfied.

Heimdall did not expect that the twins had already expanded their business to foreign countries, and the ever-changing howling letters had become an export commodity, and even became the choice of masters.

Di Rupo's letter was very simple. After a few words of greetings, he directly pointed out the time and place of the meeting.From the analysis of the content of this letter, it seems that Anna did not tell him clearly what happened, and Di Rupo also seems to think that it is better to have a face-to-face interview with Heimdall, rather than through a third person.

The master's approachability gave Heimdall great confidence in facilitating this matter. He immediately replied to Di Rupo's letter, and then sent a letter to President Nullen to inform him of the latest progress.Heimdall believes that goblins will never resign themselves to their fate. In the past few days, they must have tried their best to find out all the stories about Di Rupo. Like play, [-]% are also recorded and given great attention.

After writing the two letters, Heimdall was caught by Draco who was staring at him, and he was reviewing Potions with dull eyes.In order to keep an eye on his cousin, Draco decided to reread the course even though he had already reviewed it.Todor sat on the other side of Heimdall, flipping through astronomy. There was a plate of maple oatmeal cakes sprinkled with shredded cheese next to the book, and he stuffed a piece into his mouth to chew from time to time.

After several meals with Todor, the members of the study group gradually discovered why he grew sideways. If he hadn't insisted on getting up every morning for high-load exercise, his muscles would have turned into fat.

Jeanna dropped the half-read letter with a snap, her face full of displeasure.This girl has always been on fire these two days because of her letters. They are actually very curious about the identity of the sender, but in order to leave the impression of "I'm a man" in front of the beauty, everyone pretends to dismiss her.

Yael winked at Heimdall vigorously, his eyes almost twitching into convulsions, and the other males unanimously affirmed Yael's actions.It is estimated that these men think that Heimdall likes men, so there is no need to put on airs in front of beautiful women.

The tasks assigned by the organization must be resolutely completed even if they throw their lives and blood. Director Strulusson faced the pressure and faced the difficulties.

"What's the matter? Who made you unhappy?" Heimdall asked.

Yael shook his head secretly, this opening remark was too bland.

"Who else is there? Only men can provoke me." Jeanna glanced at the letter and curled her lips.

"Suitors?"

"No, a guy like that can't shake me."

Heimdall mourns for the males who have pursued, are pursuing, and will pursue Jeanne.

"Boyfriend?" Heimdall asked again.

Yael immediately pricked up his ears, and Todor and Draco paid close attention.

Jeanne picked up the letter again, and although she didn't answer, Heimdall knew she got it right.Miss Jeanne Auvers did have a boyfriend. Yael and other males believed that she was making up this lie to avoid harassment. Unfortunately, the suspected quarrel with her boyfriend is more convincing than witnessing their love.

Yael lay limply on the table, looking lifeless.

Todor stared at the oatmeal on the plate and struggled for a long time, then pushed the plate towards Yael, and said sympathetically, "Sweets can help people recover, but my mood has always been worse than yours." Said Then, he picked up a small piece and handed it over hesitantly.

Yael covered his face and wept.

The meeting with Di Rupo on the weekend went smoothly. They met in a wizarding bar on the street where the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards is located. Anna, who was the referrer, accompanied Di Rupo to the scene. Victor accompanied.Before Heimdall and Di Rupo start talking, Ana and Victor stand up to make room for them.

Di Rupo is a thin old man with white hair, with a bushy mustache like a shoebrush on his mouth, his hair is neatly groomed, as shiny as pomade, he is wearing a black wizard robe, his face is a little red, The hairline on the forehead stands out like a brim of a hat.

Anna's description is in place. Di Rupo's appearance is not prominent, with narrow eyes, thin lips, and a slightly raised nose. The composed face occasionally exudes the characteristics of the villain in the movie.It's not the kind that wants to represent the moon on behalf of the sky at first glance, but the kind that people don't like, and it's not a big villain.

When Di Rupo kindly asked him what he wanted, Heimdall lowered his head in shame, blaming himself for making too much of other people's appearance.

Heimdall was completely ignorant of the anecdotes and anecdotes in the wizarding medical field. In order to avoid offending others by pretending to understand, he decided to cut straight to the point after a polite exchange of pleasantries.

Before the drinks were served, Di Rupo had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.As mentioned earlier, Mr. Sturluson's storytelling is as boring as scripting.Fortunately, he never intends to make up for this shortcoming, and he spared his friends and himself.Stories should be left to those who can tell them to render emotionally.

Di Rupo didn't answer right away. He asked Heimdall, "Why did you decide to find me? There are many excellent spellbreakers in the world, and the nearest one is in the building across the street." The building that passed was the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards.

"On the one hand, someone recommended you, and on the other hand, the internal records of the International Wizengamot generally have a good impression of you."

"Can I ask who the person recommended me to be?"

"Hmm..." Heimdall said awkwardly. "You know...some things we have to keep secret, it's all under non-disclosure agreement...I'm sorry." Only he knew, and he was talking nonsense.

Di Rupo, who got the hint, seemed to be a little more stable, because the ambiguous words of Director Strulusson seemed to be referring to IW, not anything else.

"After the war, I devoted myself to the research of the medical profession. I haven't touched the work of breaking spells for decades. This reminds me of the passionate war period..." Di Rupo couldn't help being a little excited, Heimdall's commission seemed to have touched the increasingly dull feelings and knots in his heart, as if he had returned to that passionate age again.

"Burning with passion? Are you sure you didn't lose your life?" Heimdall still couldn't hold back.

Di Rupo said awkwardly, "Sorry, you know, I didn't mean that."

In fact, Heimdall didn't know, he twitched the corners of his mouth, but didn't reply after all.

"When will it start?" Di Rupo drank the coffee in his cup in one gulp.

Heimdall didn't expect him to be so eager: "When are you free?"

"There is now."

"Let's go to Istanbul first and meet with Governor Nurem."

Di Rupo, who had already stood up and straightened his clothes, looked at him in surprise, "To find a goblin?"

"Yes, they will arrange all the preparations before breaking the spell. As long as they want, their efficiency is unmatched."

"The way they deal with wizards is unmatched," Di Rupo whispered.

Heimdall pretended not to hear clearly, and put on a blank questioning expression.

Di Rupo didn't say anything more, and beckoned the boss to pay the bill.

"We have tried to make those Muggles sleep as peacefully as possible, you don't have to worry, we didn't use shady means." President Newland marked the footnote before Heimdall asked the question.

Heimdall smiled, wouldn't it be impolite to tell him that he never thought of going there at all.After hesitating, Heimdall decided to keep silent.

On the way to the cemetery together, the conversations were basically between Nurem and Heimdall.Something had to be said, in order for the always silent Di Rupo to get some information.Di Rupo seems to have a prejudice against goblins. Although he treated many innocent goblins who were involved in the battlefield during the war and treated them equally, it can be said that the goblins have a good impression of him, but this time he met him. Touched a nose gray.Nulun was puzzled by his indifferent, almost grim reaction, but wisely ignored it.

Everyone has the right to change their minds. In this magical world dominated by wizards, wizards are always more powerful than goblins.Governor Newland thinks so.

The cemetery where the so-called saints are buried is small, and the exquisite black metal fence surrounds the cemetery, surrounded by colorful flowers and green trees.The saint's tomb is located in the northwest corner of the cemetery. In order to highlight this scenic spot, the passages around the tomb are relatively open, and the scattered holly trees form a natural barrier.

At night, this place will become a quiet corner, which provides great convenience for sneaking around...

They stood in front of the tomb, on a square platform in front of which squatted a statue as tall as a man. The statue was wearing a robe, which was the standard attire of Western priests on TV, and was holding a thick book in his hand, about bible or something.Below the platform is a raised rectangular building, which looks like an enlarged coffin from a distance. The walls are exquisitely carved, which seems to express a story, which may be the deeds of the saint during his lifetime.

There is a door on the rectangular building, the crack of the door is not very clear, and it is easy to be ignored.

"It must have cost a lot of money to build this tomb." President Newland said with emotion.

Heimdall is resonant.

"Muggles can't see the door," said Newlon. "This is a well-known local unsolved mystery, which has puzzled local residents for more than two hundred years, and this is one of the reasons why it has become a famous tourist attraction."

Heimdall said: "Although it is not known why the protective spell appeared, it is certain that wizards have made an indelible contribution to the development of local tourism."

"That's right." Newland agreed.

While the two of them were chatting about the mountains, Di Rupo had already raised his wand, let the fluorescent light shine on the stone wall, and was groping on the door of the tomb.

"Let's stand back," Nullen whispered. "These spell-breaking wizards are very fragile and sensitive when they work. Leaving here can avoid the failure caused by us. Although I have never understood the relationship between the two."

As if speaking from experience, Heimdall nodded, lit up the wand light, and walked lightly with Nurem to the other side of the holly-lined avenue.Neither of them had any taste for walking in the darkened cemetery, so they sat down on a bench.

What followed was a long, silly wait. No one could tell how long it would take to break the spell, not even master spellbreakers.The foresighted Director Sturluson took out the Potions homework that he had prepared, and while searching for the books in front of the fluorescent light, he often wrote the answers on the parchment.

Chief Sturluson thought that this scene should be filmed, and his Potions professor would surely burst into tears for his hard work.

He was done working hard, and there was no good news from there, Heimdall couldn't help but glanced at Nurem, who was as stable as a mountain.While Heimdall gave a thumbs up, he felt very sad. How many years of youth did President Nurem pay for the rock-solid state he is today? !

Another half hour passed, Heimdall finished herbology, and Di Rupo opened the door of the tomb.

The two of them and the goblin walked down the stairs with excitement and caution.The two walked around the tomb, found the torches on the wall, and lit them.The tomb is rectangular and small, facing the stairs is a coffin, and a pair of silver armor is placed on both sides of the stairs, like the guards of the tomb.On the wall on the left side of the coffin, there are murals with the same themes as those carved on the stone wall.On the wall on the right side of the coffin are grids, in which there are different things, including some jewelry and vases, which may be the original funerary objects.

They didn't see the former director, nor did they see the legendary stolen property. Heimdall thought they could see a mountain of gold galleons.Apart from the three of them, there seemed to be no fourth panting life in the tomb.After making sure that no one was seen, everyone dispersed.

Newlon jumped to his feet to fish for the dim jewels, as if to check if any of his own lost things might have been mixed in.

Di Rupo was more interested in the walls, probably because he wanted to see if there were any other hidden tomb passages sealed by spells.

Since Heimdall lit the torch, almost all of his attention was on the wall behind the coffin, facing the stairs.On the wall is a picture of the light of the gods shining on the earth, and below the picture are the believers who are grateful for the virtue, which seems to mean that pious belief can be exchanged for the light of the gods and the salvation of the soul.

The key point is the balance directly above the picture, which is the mascot held on the head by the god in the painting... Mr. Stulusson thought about it for a long time, but couldn't find an accurate term, so he simply called it the mascot.

Heimdall squeezed into the gap next to the coffin and got as close to the painting as possible. He stretched out his hand to touch the wall, then touched the scale on tiptoe. After repeatedly checking the feel, he took out his wand and cast a spell on the stone wall.Only the sound of friction and cracking could be heard continuously, resounding like thunder in the quiet tomb.

"What are you doing?!" Di Rupo yelled in a low voice, with a look of condemnation on his face.

Nulun didn't say anything, just watched Heimdall's actions calmly, until the balance in the picture was completely removed and suspended in mid-air.

Di Rupo muttered for a while with a face full of incomprehension, and then said: "Do you know that you are a thief?! Put it back now, I can pretend I didn't see anything!"

Heimdall ignored him, looked at the scale intently, and directed it to gently land on the coffin.

"Sturluson!" Di Rupo took a step forward, but was blocked by Nurem.

"Don't worry, I believe Mr. Sturluson will explain his behavior."

"What else is there to explain?! I've seen it with my own eyes, and I can't deny my eyes."

"But sometimes, what the eyes see isn't everything."

Di Rupo stared at Nurem, his face stiffened and he didn't speak.

Heimdall, who carefully turned the scale upside down and looked at the base, suddenly let out a short laugh.

"What's so funny? Stealing makes you happy? Is this the new personal style advocated by the International Wizengamo?" Di Rupo sharply accused.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me, I didn't have any evil intentions to keep it for myself." Heimdall finally spoke. "I just have a doubt that I want to confirm."

"You're the one talking about everything." Di Rupo obviously didn't believe it.

Heimdall shrugged and handed the scales to Nullen.

"Please read the above text aloud."

Nulun calmly took over the upside-down scale, and Heimdall believed that the reason for his indifference might be that he, like himself, had recognized it.

"I know you are messed up. It should be said that the world is messed up. Everyone is looking for it. In fact, I took it. I am happy to watch the farce after another caused by it every day. I A cleverly arranged encounter made a Muggle clergyman believe that it was a sacred object given by God, and he believed in it. He regarded me as the spokesperson of God and treated me like a god. I like this kind of life.

I'm tired of the International Wizengamot, the rigor of the law, the stern-faced colleagues, the hammering of the gavel, the invariable judgment.I wanted to have some fun, and ah, the Goblin Rebellion offered me a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I thought I'd try to like them, even though they're as disgusting as bedbugs to me.

Complain to each other till the eternity of time, and I will be content to gaze upon the holy thing on the wall, my wonderful spoil, in the direct gaze of God, and even though my body shall perish, my soul will still laugh aloud.

Well, there is another line below, which is not the message of the spokesperson of the gods—I would like to dedicate this thing to the Chief Magician of the International Federation of Wizards, Chief Justice of the International Wizengamot, the great Pierre Bonacourt Mr. De.Inscribed to Gringotts Bank, Prague. "

Nulun's voice disappeared, and there was a moment of silence in the tomb. Di Rupo cleared his throat unnaturally.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sturluson."

"It's okay, if you turn a blind eye, I will consider erasing your name from the address book."

Di Rupo smiled, looked at the scale in Nulun's hand, and found that it was quite large.

"So this is the scale that IW lost?"

"It's been more than 200 years. I didn't expect it to be hidden in the Muggle tomb." Heimdall sighed.

Nullen returned the scales to Heimdall.

Heimdall hesitated, "IW wrongly blamed you."

"We've been in denial, haven't we?" Newlon said.

"Should we search again? For example, open the coffin..." Di Rupo's jumping thinking made Heimdall dumbfounded.He hated the theft of funeral objects, but he was happy to see the success of disturbing the dead?

"No, I've found him," said Newlon suddenly.

"Where is it?" Di Rupo looked around the small tomb in surprise.

Nulun turned and pointed to the entrance, two pairs of silver armors were shining on both sides of the stairs.

The sudden sound of gasping passed by their ears, and the two of them and the goblin exchanged glances with each other.

Di Rupo pulled out his wand and waved at the armor on the left. The helmet was completely pulled up, and a gray face appeared in front of their eyes.

"Oh, it seems that my hit rate is good." Di Rupo smiled at the terrified former director.

The wizard who squeezed himself into the armor looked as if his lights were exhausted, perhaps because he was too stressed and frightened, and passed out in a blink of an eye. Di Rupo realized that the situation was not good, so he hurried forward to check the situation.

"Look how wise and easy it is to invite Mr. Di Rupo," said Heimdall.

"I understand what you're implying. I'll try my best to keep silent on the matter of the balance, and I won't fan the flames when I go back." Newlon gave him a sideways glance.

Heimdall touched his nose, walked to another armor, and then turned to the mural, carefully looking at the content on the mural, a thought flashed in his mind, he reached out to touch the helmet, changed his mind halfway, and used magic like Di Rupo Pulling up the helmet, a white skull appeared under the helmet.

Heimdall looked at the opposite direction the skull was facing—the wall inlaid with scales; he looked again at the mural—the calm and mighty god in the painting was looking in this direction.

I will be content to gaze upon the holy things on the walls in the direct gaze of God.

It turned out to be the case.