HP's Foreign Land

Gironde is feeding the beetles that have pulled out their wings to the Star Luo flytrap. These justices like to devote themselves to gardening when they have nothing to do. To put it nicely, they are cultivating their sentiments. Non-harmful flowers and plants regulate physical and mental health.

Gironde's place is a small greenhouse behind the office of the rotating chief.It was originally a balcony, but with the growing variety of flowers and plants, it was converted into a greenhouse two years ago, where the precious plants that the judges couldn't put it down were specially placed.

There was not much movement when Hollingworth entered the door. Gironde was holding the scissors and gesticulating on Judge Sgroy's pot of snowflakes that had just formed a few flower buds. This potted plant mocks Gironde's garlic-like siren narcissus.

The more Gironde looked at the budding plant right next to him today, the more the grass and mud horse galloped. He made up his mind to pick up the scissors and cut off the buds of the snowflake grass. Hollingworth's deliberately slowed down footsteps let him Gironde was taken aback, the perception of people with a guilty conscience is always extremely sharp.He turned back calmly, and saw Hollingworth stopped a few steps behind him, looking over respectfully.

Gironde turned back calmly, the scissors clicked, and the two flower buds of the snowflake grass, which vaguely meant to bloom, fell silently, were caught by Gironte and stuffed into his pocket.Afterwards, he put down the scissors, clapped his hands, and slowly got up, his mental quality was so strong that he didn't even bat an eyelid.

Of course Hollingworth didn't know what the justice had done just now, perhaps he never dreamed that Gironde, who was admired by judges all over the world, would steal other people's buds like a thief.What's more, Hollingworth has no distractions at the moment, and is distracted by Lange's request, so he has no time to observe life and divergent thinking.

"What is it?" Gironde walked towards Hollingworth.

"Anyone who wants to visit a detainee needs your permission," Hollingworth said.

Gironde raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Prison visits that require the approval of the chief justice are special levels. In other words, prison visits are generally not allowed, except for trial cases and cooperation with investigations.

After waiting for a while, but seeing nothing from Hollingworth, Gironde said calmly, "What reason?"

"Cooperate with the investigation." Hollingworth didn't make a long speech.

"You just said 'someone'."

"Mr. Andrew Lange."

As soon as Gironde was interested, he motioned for him to continue talking.

Hollingworth said: "Mr. Lange has some clues, but he believes that he alone cannot achieve the desired goal. You also know that Lange is a cautious person by nature." Gironde glanced.

"Go on." Gironde nodded.

"So he wants to get the visitation opportunity so that he can achieve the results he wants to see."

Gironde was silent for a moment, "Listen to you, Mr. Lange feels that his ability is limited, so he wants to ask someone for help, and this person is not a free person, let alone seeing him whenever he wants, so he needs my consent, get it Permission to visit procedures?"

"That's what it means," said Hollingworth hastily.

"Well, it's such a big circle, fortunately, my old brain is still useful." Gironde pondered.

Hollingworth's expression was a bit unnatural, "Perhaps influenced by my subordinates, I like to think about complexity in everything."

"I think so too," said Gironde. "You used to never shirk responsibility."

Hollingworth was terribly embarrassed. He just wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but who knew it would be counterproductive.Judge Hollingworth was not quite sure what the joke was about.

Seeing him chagrined and frustrated, Gironde decided to let him go.

"Who is the prisoner you want me to approve?" In fact, he more or less guessed it, and his face remained calm.

As expected, Hollingworth said: "Andrew Ansip."

Ansip's case has not been settled so far. IW's external statement is that it is too involved, and the materials that need to be reviewed and the clues to be found are too complicated, so it is difficult to effectively solve it completely for a while.Justice Ansip has not returned home since he was formally taken under IW's supervision, and he will never set foot in Estonia again in this life.

He was not in any wizarding prison, because the last blow of the gavel was far away; nor was he in the detention center of the International Wizengamot, because someone from above interceded for him and hoped that he would be lenient in custody. deal with.The International Wizengamot is willing to respect Ansip's personality. He was sent to a house surrounded by IW personnel. He stayed there 24 hours a day, with food and lodging included, but he was not allowed to go out. In fact, he was under residential surveillance.

Since the trial has stagnated due to various external factors, it seems that no matter how the trial is judged, someone will come out with all kinds of evidence that seems to be out of nothing but seemingly conclusive, proving that IW did not enforce the law impartially. Instead of standing still, the International Wizengamot changed the method, adopting the method of house arrest in a disguised form. According to his current crimes, it is no problem to imprison him for the rest of his life.

The fate of Andrew Ansip has long been clear. He was deprived of personal liberty and lived in a single prison until he was buried.

With Gironde's charter, Hollingworth and Lange hurried to the remote mountain village.The house where Ansip was placed under house arrest was on the edge of the mountain village, in a wood away from the sight of Muggles.

The verdant green trees are like paint being stirred apart by hand, revealing a bottomless funnel-shaped vortex, and the small house is at the bottom of the vortex.Standing alone in the middle, it is obviously surrounded by greenery, as if deliberately isolated, the trees have disappeared here, and there is a large piece of dry mud around the house.

It has not rained in this area for several days, and there is a layer of loess floating on the muddy ground. If you walk too fast, patches of light yellow smoke and dust will rise up, and the uppers of shoes and trousers will be damaged in a short time.

The two visiting people were not focused on dressing, and they did not slow down. They walked straight to the door and went up the steps.

Hollingworth did not recognize the wizarding patrolman guarding the gate, and the patrolman glanced over their faces, then took the warrant from Hollingworth, and drew his wand, using a spell the two had never seen before. He gestured with the warrant.

Gironde's signature glowed silvery, and the patrol nodded to them, and Hollingworth thought it was a pass.

Immediately afterwards, the two took out their own wands under the surveillance of the patrolmen, and put them into a mailbox-shaped box under the instruction of the other party.Before it was over, the patrolman took out a silver utensil in the shape of a triangular ruler, and sprayed white mist from time to time. Several iron pieces of different shapes in the middle of the ruler continued to collide with each other and made harsh noises.

The patrolman used the triangular ruler to shake back and forth in front of the two of them expressionlessly, as if he was conducting some kind of inspection, until the inspection was completed, the triangular ruler did not change, and the patroller silently put away the magic artifact...

After tossing outside the door for nearly half an hour, the door finally opened in front of the two of them.

Hollingworth and Lange looked at each other, and they both saw relief in each other's eyes.

Since it is residential surveillance, one cannot expect the quality of life of a rich and handsome man. The internal structure of the house is as clear as the appearance of the house, simple to rudimentary.

There is also a wizard patrolman in the house, who is mainly responsible for taking care of Ansip's daily life.He led the two to the yard behind the house.It is said that Ansip spends 6 hours a day doing nothing, sitting in the yard withered, and the wonderful scenery must not be seen. The backyard is similar to the outside of the house, with a towering wall of withered flowers as far as the eye can see.But it's better than staring at a wall all day.

When they came to the backyard, Ansip was sitting on a wooden chair under the eaves. Beside the chair was a small wooden table with mottled paint. There are sifted tea dregs lying in it. You can tell by the shape of the tea dregs that they are cheap.

The justice used to drink 170 gold galleons per gram of tea, and the price of a handful when it was newly launched was enough to put gold to shame.Faced with Ansip's desperation, Lange's mood changed a lot.

The old man on the chair turned around, and when he saw Lange, the shock and excitement in his eyes was moving.Hollingworth couldn't help sighing, knowing why it was so in the first place.

Hollingworth glanced at Lange, who looked normal.

"Teacher." Lange's tone was just like greeting passers-by on the way to work, with just the right distance.

The light in Ansip's eyes disappeared, and a little self-mockery flashed across his face.

"I didn't expect you to come to see me." Ansip's voice was as old as his face, and it was no longer the vigor it used to be.

"I didn't come to see you," Lange said, walking towards him. "As a student, I'm here to ask the teacher to answer questions." He took out a few potion bottles from his pocket.

Ansip didn't look at the bottles, and looked at Lange for a long time, Lange was indifferent under his scrutiny.

"Andrew, you won't forgive me, will you?" Ansip stretched out his hand helplessly, but Lange avoided it.Ansip's disappointment was obvious, he lowered his arms slumpedly, curled up on the chair, and kept mumbling something.

A trace of resentment finally appeared on Lange's face: "When I was on trial, did you ever think that I would be here today? No, so there is really no need to humiliate your unpleasant students for the sake of the so-called guilt. You can put That kind of emotion is regarded as cranky thinking after getting old. I have been in prison for 20 years because of the trumped-up charges. I don’t need your confession, as long as you can give me back those 20 years.”

Ansip's chest heaved violently, his face was as pale as paper, his mouth opened and closed, as if he couldn't breathe.

Hollingworth found that the situation was not good, and hurriedly called the wizard patrolman who served Ansip's daily life. When the latter saw him like this, he skillfully took out a medicine bottle, opened Ansip's mouth forcefully, and poured the medicine into it. In his mouth, he didn't let go until Ansip took the medicine and stabilized.

Lange watched from the sidelines like an outsider from beginning to end.

"His current health is very poor, and he is almost supported by potions. It is said that he is faking illness and playing insidious tricks in an attempt to avoid appearing in court. In fact, one of his feet has already stepped on the threshold of hell." The wizard patrolman whispered to Hollingworth. "Please don't provoke him any more, otherwise I won't be able to explain to my superiors. If a similar situation happens again, I have to ask you to leave."

Hollingworth hurriedly promised not to be an example. The wizard patrolman glanced at the silent Lange, shook his head, and walked back to the house.

Ansip leaned back in his chair tiredly, old and dying.After taking a few breaths, he opened his eyes and searched for Lange.

"...Pharmaceutical bottle." Ansip groaned a few times.

"What did you say?" Hollingworth was puzzled.

Lange pursed his lips and handed over the medicine bottle in his hand.

Ansip squeezed out a smile, and took one of the bottles tremblingly.

"...What do you want me to do?" Ansip said with some difficulty, his words were full of flattery.

Lange didn't talk nonsense, "This is a medicine bottle I got through some channels. Can you see their problem? Or is there a problem with them?"

After hearing this, Ansip lowered his head to pull out the cork of the medicine bottle, but failed after several attempts.

Without waiting for Ansip to show that ingratiating expression, Lange took the bottle back from his hand, pulled out the cork, and stuffed it back into his hand. Ansip smiled awkwardly, and Lange turned away.Ansip had to lower his head to study the bottle.

To his surprise there was only some potion left in the bottle, which was empty.

"This bottle is full." Lange handed over another opened bottle. "I've done some research. Although the potions in these bottles are different, they definitely came from the same person."

Ansip sniffed at the mouth of the bottle, then picked out a little bit with his little finger and put it in his mouth to taste.

"It's kind of like a enhancer..." Ansip muttered.

Lange smiled wryly in his heart. No matter how many years had passed, his teacher could easily convince him in the research of potions.

"What do you see?" Hollingworth was a little excited.

Ansip didn't answer, as if he didn't hear it. Hollingworth and him were not related, and Ansip turned back to that unattainable justice.

Hollingworth was not angry when he hit a wall, and the serving judge decided not to be as knowledgeable as the laid-off judge.

"I need a crucible, a pot stand, a stirring rod, a piece of paper, a pen, 27ml of palliative, 10ml of primary comprehensive antidote, 16ml of salamander blood..." Ansip told Holling unceremoniously Voss rattled out a list of items, and finally said: "Let's get these things ready first." When he turned to Lange, he had already changed his face, and his face was as pleasant as spring breeze, "Teacher will definitely try his best."

Hollingworth was extremely aggrieved, I was just running errands.

Heimdall left the rental house, bought a cup of hot chocolate on the way, and just finished eating it outside the door of the emergency treatment center. When he threw the paper cup into the trash can, a large circle of people with cameras on their backs appeared out of nowhere. Surrounded by wizards with notepads, everyone is smiling, as if he can see the rising sales on his face.

"Mr. Sturluson, is Krum's condition serious?"

"Mr. Sturluson, please tell me how you feel at this moment..."

"Mr Sturluson, which ward does Krum live in?"

"Mr. Sturluson, I heard that Krum is dying..."

Where did these guys get the news that Victor was hospitalized? !Heimdall finally couldn't take it anymore, and looked at the reporter who said "no".

"Where did you hear about it?"

The reporter quickly replied, "That's what everyone says."

"May I ask which reporter you are from?"

"Wizard Tabloid."

Heimdall raised his eyebrows, "No wonder, if you and your colleagues continue to follow the crowd like this, your family's newspaper will probably always be a tabloid."

The reporters couldn't help laughing, and the reporter of "Wizard Tabloid" retreated quietly with red faces.

Heimdall's gaze pierced through the packed crowd, and caught a flash of peacock blue at the entrance of the main hall. Heimdall just frowned and was swallowed by the next wave of questions from the reporter.

On the other side, Victor's fans also came to join in the fun, holding small flags and swarming up. The security guards at the gate tried their best to stop these tearful fans from outside the gate.I don't know who and what kind of talk they were incited by, especially the female fans, crying all over the place, as if Victor was already in a bad mood.

Heimdall felt extremely unlucky.

"Don't surround him, don't surround him!" Old Mrs. Krum stumbled out of the gate on crutches. "He has nothing to do with Victor Krum, don't ask him!"

All the reporters who were pestering Heimdall looked at the old lady in amazement, and the old lady came to the reporters in one go, raised her crutch and pointed at Heimdall.

"I'm here to tell you solemnly that this person has nothing to do with Victor of our family. Why do you want to inquire about my grandson with an outsider?"

After a few seconds of stupidity, the reporters quickly gave up on Heimdall and surrounded Mrs. Krum instead.

"What are you doing, don't surround me, go away! Go away!" Mrs. Krum covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. "Don't take it, don't take it, I hate cameras! Don't take it! Go away! Frank! Frank! Get these people out of here! Frank!"

Peacock Blue appeared and struggled in the crowd as he had to make his way through the double entanglement of fans and reporters.

Oh, so this guy's name is Frank.

The old Mrs. Krum, who rushed out to clear the relationship between Heimdall and her grandson, was unfortunately self-defeating, and panicked like a drowning person in the sea of ​​flashing lights and endless questions.

"Sorry, I'm sorry to interrupt everyone, I'm Mr. Victor Krum's assistant." A middle-aged lady with short hair in a black wizard robe came to the door. She was nearly 2 meters tall, making her very uncomfortable when she appeared. There is a sense of presence.Her voice is thick, with a rare majesty, but also contains the softness of women, and a sharpness that is not harsh.All in all, the sound is very present.

The chaos at the door stopped dramatically.

The lady repeated articulately, "Sorry to interrupt, I am Mr. Victor Krum's assistant. Please wait patiently for an hour. After an hour, Mr. Krum will give you a Satisfactory answer." Her speech was fast and sharp, she didn't give anyone a chance to interrupt, and immediately looked at the group of dying fans, different from the toughness she treated reporters, her tone became gentle, "Mr. Krum also has something to tell you, please wait a moment."

I don't know who yelled, and the scene boiled again.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! How is Krum now? Is he seriously ill?" The reporters were not to be outdone.

"One hour!" The assistant lady said loudly. "Before that, I refused to answer any questions." He said and gave Peacock Lan a sharp wink.

Peacock Lan embarrassingly supported the old Mrs. Krum whose hair was all messed up, and took the opportunity to help the old lady into the door.

The chaos at the door completely subsided.

Victor once told Heimdall that he hired a female assistant, and Heimdall had seen her photos. At that time, Peacock Blue made Heimdall unhappy, so Victor accepted the coach's offer smoothly. Recommended, find yourself a female assistant.Let her take care of work arrangements, marginalizing Peacock Blue, by the way, his name is Frank.Victor didn't really like that kind of life, so until today, Heimdall hadn't seen this legendary shrewd and capable lady.

The female assistant's eyes fell on Heimdall, who smiled at her.A reporter blocked his view, and when the female assistant took a closer look, he lost sight of Heimdall.

Where did Chief Sturluson go?

He flew out of the window of the old man's ward, and stopped on the outer window sill. He has been guarding the old man in this way these days.

In the ward, the members of Krum's family were chatting with Victor pretending to be cheerful, mainly Bernick said, and Victor listened, until the old Mrs. Krum entered the room in a mess, and the tranquility was broken.

"Those reporters are disgusting!" The old lady sat down on the sofa moaning, and patted Peacock Blue's hand. "Thank you Frank dear, what would I do without you."

The expressions of the members of Krum's family became very subtle.

Peacock Lan retreated to the corner in a low-key manner. This cautious look made it difficult for others to say anything.

Bernick frowned without hesitation. He had little contact with Peacock Blue, but he instinctively disliked this person.He couldn't imagine why his hard-to-serve grandmother obeyed this guy, but the family said that he was very dedicated to his grandmother and was also responsible for the safety work inside and outside the manor. In addition, Bernick was running outside all day, so it was not easy to publish. Opinion, after all, he seldom stays with grandma at home.

The female assistant also returned to the ward without saying anything, just nodded with the boss.

Victor received her feedback, then looked at his grandmother, "Where's Rigg?"

Everyone was stunned.

The old Mrs. Krum's face froze, and then she became angry, "Why are you looking at me? Who knows where he is! Maybe he was afraid of being infected, and he was afraid of getting sick, so he hid in some Molat rat hole, and he didn't hide himself. Timely and self-satisfied!" The old lady's words were a bit of a cover-up, except for the slight change in Plov's face, everyone in the Krum family looked at the old lady strangely.

"You really don't know?" Victor said blankly.

The old lady turned her face away, not daring to meet her grandson's eyes, "I don't know! Don't ask me, I'll be upset when you see him!"

Under the surprised gazes of everyone, Victor lifted the quilt, got out of bed, took off his hospital gown, opened the closet, took out the clothes inside and put it on his body.

"Victor, what are you going to do?" Mrs. Krum panicked.

Victor buttoned up his shirt and said calmly, "Go to the Morat rat hole."

Vidin and Daisy looked at each other, and Bernick swallowed the persuasion on his lips.

"Don't be like this, you are still sick, stay in the hospital, the therapists won't let you run around, you have to be obedient, obedient grandma will take you to go boating, eat chocolate gingerbread, see the roller The team's Quidditch match." Mrs. Krum was incoherent, and even used all the words that coaxed Viktor back then.

Victor's heart flashed a little moved, but the movement of his hands didn't stop.

"Since you don't know where Rigg is, I'll have to find it myself."

The old Mrs. Krum tried to stop him, and persuaded him with kind words, "We will go again after you recover from illness. Do you think this is okay?"

"That won't work." Victor put on the outer wizard robe, and just reached for the shoes, but was snatched away by the old Mrs. Kroom. Victor let her hide the shoes behind him, turned and walked to the head of the bed, picked them up Pocket watches etc.

"Victor! Are you disobedient?! Disobedient to grandma?! Do you want to make grandma sad?" Mrs. Krum felt exhausted.

"When Rigg is found, I will come back for treatment." Victor raised the corners of his mouth, his tone relaxed as if he was talking about an unimportant matter, and the firmness in his eyes was shocking. "I have to find him, and I'm so late. Please forgive me. He will die if he doesn't see me. I can't let him die before me. Even if we go to hell, we will go hand in hand. OK."

Old Mrs Krum was shocked and speechless.

The white falcon outside the window is full of cattle.