HP's Foreign Land

[...I was sure you would contact me before yesterday. 】

"Why did you change your mind after yesterday?"

[Because you didn't contact me within the time I thought, so I guess you may have other ideas. ] "To be honest, I don't have the heart to deal with the right and wrong about Mr. Di Rupo. The time to get his unfortunate news is the same as the public who are always the last to be informed."

[Wrong, the general public still doesn't know the news.Would you still like to call him 'Mr. Di Rupo'? ] Heimdall couldn't see the other person's face through the phone line, so Heimdall couldn't figure out his true meaning, so he said, "I would also like to call the mysterious man 'Lord Voldemort'."

[How do you tell others about me? 】

"Grindelwald."

[May I take this as a different expression of how important it is in your heart? 】

"If I ever met 17-year-old You-Know-Who or 17-year-old Mr. Di Rupo, maybe they would become Karel and... What is You-Know-Who's name?"

[Tom Riddle. 】

"That's it, Tom."

[Why am I not 'Gellert'? 】

"You and I don't have that kind of friendship."

[But you're willing to call that man 'Tom', do you think that's fair? 】

"It's fair, the young mysterious man and I are only in the imagination of the two of you and me talking, and I and the young you are a foregone conclusion. My brain has not been subjected to magical attacks that force memory to be blurred, so I remember very much. Clear dear, you did not deal with me with sincerity, but with a deadly offensive spell."

[... Is your boyfriend okay? 】

"If you are willing to turn yourself in, I will show him that page, it must be very exciting."

Grindelwald paused there for a while, [Don't you want to ask me about Di Rupo? ] "You want to tell me that you killed him?"

【What do you think? 】

"...You are not young anymore, playing tricks won't make you cute."

Grindelwald laughed loudly on the other end of the phone, [You want to talk about me when I was 17?You'll have to admit it, I did have a crush on you, I mean when I was 17. 】"Are you kidding! The reason why I keep mentioning you at the age of 17 is because at that time you gave me the feeling of being an alien. Do aliens know that it is a monster that can't be killed in Muggle horror stories. It has strong vitality and rapid reproduction. , will also self-evolve. At least the first item is more in line with yours. If I had such feelings for that 17-year-old who was malicious and wanted to use me as a living experiment, I should have stayed there and followed you all the way. Black, instead of standing here, satirizing your whimsical conclusions over a magic phone line."

Attempting to irritate the current Grindelwald is a difficult task. Maybe this is what people say "ginger is still hot when old", and Lao Caipi avoids the important and ignores it.

[Every time I talk to you, I feel a lot younger. 】

"Maybe I should consider changing careers and opening a phone shop. I believe it will attract many ladies and make them repeat customers." Heimdall finished his self-mockery and got back to business. "Is your opinion of Di Rupo still the same as before?"

Grindelwald didn't respond there for a long time, and Heimdall thought to himself that it was fortunate that he chose the other party to pay from the beginning.

【My opinion of him remains the same, and my desire to kill him has not changed. 】

"Even if he is not as lofty as you said? Merlin, I would actually comment on your remarks like this, lofty?!" Heimdall trembled. "Even if he's not as respectable as you say?"

[He did cause me a lot of trouble in the past, and I did have the idea of ​​killing him, but I cannot deny that he is a respectable figure. ] "You know, if you say this in court, it will not bring any benefits to Mr. Di Rupo, it will only make people suspicious. If I were a judge, I would re-evaluate the relationship between you and Di Rupo. hostile relationship."

【I just told the truth. 】

"Well, even though I don't want to admit it, Grindelwald will not use such indecent means to smear others. Mr. Di Rupo is indeed as you said in your heart, and I also believe that you once wanted to He kills."

【I'm glad you understand. 】

"But I'm not happy at all. I've emphasized that I don't want to have a tacit understanding with you, and I don't want to be your Xieyuhua."

[But you already are, dear Rig. 】

"Please call me Mr. Sturluson, or the apprentice Sturluson."

Lao Caipi turned a deaf ear again, 【What do you think of Karel Di Rupo? 】"I think he... is a bit quick and quick. His performance in promoting his potions, and the fact that he showed and drank the potions he was proud of in front of people time and time again, including his tireless harassment The normal process of drug testing, trying to use the almost irresistible qualifications to create pressure on others to speed up testing. All of him made me feel that way."

Then, of course, the unpleasant conversation about whether the present and the future are consistent with historical trends, blurring the otherwise clear dividing line.

[The di Rupo I see is different from what you see, so I don't comment on your point of view. 】"I agree, even after reading this novel, the image of the same protagonist in the reader's mind is not the same."

[No words can express how I feel right now, Rig dear. 】

"Go to your Jieyuhua!"

Chief Sturluson hung up the phone vigorously.

Just as he was about to open the door and leave, the old woman guarding the wizard's phone room hidden in a corner suddenly raised her head tremblingly and asked him to collect the money. Director Sturluson was extremely surprised.

"The other party pays!" He couldn't help emphasizing loudly.

"I'm talking about royalties dear."

"Usage fee?! So there is no such thing!"

"Didn't you see the pictorial posted outside when you entered the door?" The old woman pointed to the dirty window.

"...you mean tempera not much bigger than a postage stamp?"

"Oh, you saw that."

It's a ghost if you can see the words on it!

Dejectedly, Heimdall took out three Sickles and was still wondering which department to complain to when he walked out of the street.

People's lives have not changed due to the quiet death of a leading wizard in the wizarding medical field who won a peace prize. The treatment centers are still overcrowded. Just clinging to the unresolved strange disease, those wizards who don't have the disease also have to live, don't they?

The contents of the newspapers and periodicals gradually returned to the fullness of the past, but no matter which newspaper, even if it was just a third-rate tabloid, they would set up a separate page to report on the progress of the strange disease.

Life is still going on, yes, but whitewashing the peace is not a cure for the symptoms, and the ominous atmosphere is everywhere.

On the day when Di Rupo was found dead, Heimdall received information from Lange that might be helpful in curing the strange disease. The haze that had been permeating his heart for a long time dissipated a lot, and then he learned of Di Rupo's death. Unfortunately, although I am a little sorry for the master, Heimdall really doesn't want to see the hope of curing the strange disease be complicated by Di Rupo's sudden death.

Perhaps the Ministry of Magic of the country where Di Rupo lived also thought so. The French Ministry of Magic has put a lot of effort into this. It has been nearly a week since Di Rupo died, and Heimdall has not read the news in any newspaper.The French Ministry of Magic seemed to be hesitating, maybe they didn't know how to do it without causing a riot in the medical community.

In the history of the wizarding world, the uproar caused by the sudden death of a wizard does not only exist in legends.Aladera, an astrologer active in the 11th century, the wizards at that time believed in his astrological predictions, and the results of his divination were almost obedient.Aladera is the spiritual idol of wizards in the 11th century. His words are equivalent to a guide to action. If someone faces east, he will never go west. No wizard questions his judgment—except for those who want to discredit him. , whether in the 11th century or the 21st century, there is no shortage of people who pursue this kind of pursuit.

How Aladra died, the wizarding world is still debating whether it was suicide or homicide, or just an accident, there are different opinions.In any case, in the years immediately after his death, the wizarding world was almost turned upside down.If a ghost of the 11th century were willing to look back on the past, I am afraid that a thousand words would converge into the sentence "the past is too bad to look back".People are in constant panic because of the loss of the guide to action. Doomsday theory is flooding the streets and alleys, being exploited by people with ulterior motives. It was a very chaotic period.So bad that the history books don't mention it.

A lesson from the past, a teacher of the future.

"The cause of death, this is what the French Ministry of Magic is uncertain about." Hollingworth put his hand on his forehead.

It was a light rainy afternoon, and the fine raindrops followed the wind on the windowpanes with white frames, leaving meandering water stains like tears.The wind began to become unfriendly, whimpering and passing by the ears, people put on thick clothes to resist the approaching cold, and there was a bleak outside the window, although the flowers were still thriving in the hands of experienced gardeners, but the air Wanmu's withered footsteps could already be heard.

Hollingworth, Lange, and Heimdall sat in the box of "Heart Like an Arrow" and discussed Di Rupo's issue.Hollingworth confided in Heimdall the distress of the French Ministry of Magic.

"Can't you just say suicide?" Heimdall asked.

"Of course not." Hollingworth shook his head. "Think about Aladela. At that time, he didn't know the cause of his death, and he declared that he might have committed suicide. What happened? It's better to say that he was murdered because of burglary. The French Ministry of Magic firmly believes that the wizarding medical profession is not Will buy this account, they think that Di Rupo's admirers will not let them go easily, then they will face various charges, and finally have to apologize for making rash conclusions. In the current context, the wizard There must be no chaos in the world, the strange disease has not been brought under control, coupled with being used and instigated by people with intentions, the wizarding world will be in big trouble."

"But according to the scene, Mr. Di Rupo committed suicide. This is a fact. You revealed that he also had terrible scars on his body, and he reaped the consequences of himself." Heimdall felt that the French Ministry of Magic was too cautious. Could it be that they put Estonia Are all the experiences of the Ministry of Magic regarded as negative teaching materials that should not be underestimated?

Hollingworth found a way to get through the relationship and asked a police officer from the International Police Force to go to Di Rupo's apartment in Marseille to observe the scene. The result was exactly the same as that of the French Ministry of Magic, and he committed suicide in fear of crime.

The French Ministry of Magic later found a suicide note in Di Rupo's study. The suicide note stated that he had known for a long time that there was something wrong with his medicine, but he always took chances for various honors and titles that are now considered particularly ironic. The letter concluded by saying He was willing to be responsible for this huge potion accident, and the result of being responsible would be to pay with his life.

He's done, but what about those wizards who have been killed so painfully that they can't sleep at night, the first is the Iron Parrot he worked for before, except for Palme and Willy Danle who escaped for different personal reasons , others are still struggling on the dangerous line.Not to mention the hundreds of thousands of potion victims.If Mr. Di Rupo really wants to repent, he should take responsibility and help people who have been kidnapped by the disease because of his potion get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible, instead of ending it with death.

"You don't know the look on the faces of the wizarding patrols in France when they found the suicide note," Hollingworth shook his head. "If they didn't have this suicide note, what else could they do, now with this thing, they are completely passive."

"Speaking of which, the French Ministry of Magic is afraid of causing riots, fearing that the wizards who supported Di Rupo, who thought he was framed, and the wizards who spurned Di Rupo and thought they wanted to ask for an explanation, and the wizards who died because of strange diseases , and their families, once the suicide note is announced, one can imagine the shock of people." Lange analyzed calmly.

"So the French Ministry of Magic wanted a less exciting cause of death?" Heimdall said.

"When the strange disease is under control and people's conditions are stabilized, they will think of a channel to subtly publish their various discoveries, including Di Rupo's suicide note. By then, people's rebellious psychology may not be as it is now. Big," said Hollingworth. "What we have to do now is try to control the cause of Di Rupo's death as an accidental death, not homicide, let alone suicide. The suicide note must be kept absolutely secret."

"As one of the family members of the patient, the decision of the French Ministry of Magic is a bit encouraging. They therefore hope that the strange disease will be brought under control more than anyone else," Heimdall said. "So what's new about the French Ministry of Magic?"

"During this time, they have studied almost all of Di Rupo's life habits, what he eats, drinks, what time he goes to bed, when he takes a walk, etc., to see what can be exploited, which will become a hidden danger factor, unfortunately. It's Karel Di Rupo's ridiculously regular life," Hollingworth said with a short laugh. "Don't tell me you really let them find one."

"What is it?"

"Di Rupo's secretary said that her boss likes to squeeze juice from beans. Have you ever heard that beans can also be squeezed for juice?!"

"Lentils? Sugar beans? Peas?"

"I don't know if you've seen it before. It's a kind of yellow bean. It's small and hard. It can be used as a slingshot. There are not many wizards in the world. This kind of bean is occasionally used as a side dish in restaurants."

Heimdall nodded, "I know, soybean."

"I don't know how to squeeze the juice out of this small yellow stone, but Di Rupo's secretary is sure that his boss likes it and eats it almost every day." Hollingworth looked skeptical.

"I think Mr. Di Rupo's secretary must have never seen the whole process of 'juicing'. To be precise, it should be soaked soybeans, ground, filtered, and then boiled to drink. The color is like milk, but the taste is completely different from milk. .”

"You know?" Hollingworth was surprised.

"I've drank it, and it tastes good." Heimdall shrugged.

Both Hollingworth and Lange were surprised, they didn't expect this thing could really "squeeze juice".

"That means it has no hidden dangers?" Hollingworth frowned.

"Soy milk? No, on the contrary, it is good for health. I am surprised by Mr. Di Rupo's hobby."

"Are you sure it's really harmless?" Hollingworth asked again unwillingly.

"If the French Ministry of Magic wants to use this to make a fuss, I'm afraid it's untenable. Just do some research and you will know that soy milk is relatively popular in Southeast Asia. A country with a population of more than one billion people highly respects its nutritional value." Heimdall dismissed Hollingworth's last glimmer of hope. "However, this thing cannot be eaten raw, raw soy milk is poisonous."

Hollingworth and Lange looked at each other, and something seemed to flash in their eyes.

"You mean raw soy milk is poisonous?" Lange looked at Heimdall.

"...I think I understand your plan." Heimdall nodded. "It is indeed poisonous, but I don't know if it will be fatal. I only heard that wizards died of Muggle flu, but I haven't heard of drinking soy milk."

"There's always a first time for everything," Hollingworth said. "As for other things, the French Ministry of Magic will operate carefully to ensure nothing goes wrong."

Heimdall thought to himself that we really didn't mean black soybean milk, and it is estimated that wizards will not wait to see Mr. soybean milk for a long time to come.

"Can I understand that the cause of Victor's illness has been found, so the cure for the strange disease is just around the corner?" Heimdall doesn't care about Madi Lupo, and Soybean has to stand aside in this matter, he only cares about him want to care.

"Sturluson, we're not healing—"

Hollingworth's answer was interrupted by Lange, who held Heimdall's hand, "Yes, there will be new progress soon, and everything will be fine."

Heimdall smiled.

After Heimdall left, the two slowly left "Homeward Like an Arrow".

"You shouldn't say that, it would make him hope too much." Hollingworth disagreed with Lange's promise, thinking it was too reckless. "You also know that there are great hopes and great disappointments."

"Mr. Ansip gave such detailed analysis data to the Association of Pharmacists for nothing, and let them take credit for it. If they still can't figure out a way, if Di Rupo's ghost can still affect their work, then I will Big cheers and applause for the teacher's comment of 'the pharmacist's association is full of cats and dogs with feathers for arrows'. I sincerely hope they don't disappoint me, as of now they are not that bad in my mind."

"Sturluson!"

Heimdall turned around and saw Palme pushing Solger towards him, he smiled at Palme.

"It's starting to get cold."

"That's right, the footsteps of winter always catch people off guard." Palme approached him and said in a very weak voice: "Are you free later? I want to talk to you." After finishing speaking, he glanced sensitively Glancing at Solger, the latter seemed indifferent.

"Palme." Scarlett beckoned to Palme, and Palme looked back at Heimdall hesitantly.

"I see, you go." Heimdall said.

Palme smiled and patted him on the shoulder in gratitude.

"Solger..."

"I'll push him," said Heimdall. "Don't worry, I won't push him into the river."

Palme is gone.

Heimdall turned around and walked to the back of the wheelchair, held the handle, and pushed the wheelchair forward.This direction is wonderful because the other person's face cannot be seen.

"That ugly monster is finally going to succeed." Solger, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly said coldly.

"What?" Heimdall asked confused.

"Scarletta Newman, coquettish in front of Palme all day long, persistently looking for opportunities to get close to him, I can smell her ruthless rut ​​across a corridor."

Heimdall was grateful again for not being able to see the other person's expression.

"It's normal for a man to have sex with a woman, and Palme should find a girlfriend for himself." Heimdall said in a disapproving tone.

Sauljere has nothing to say.

They entered the Ridgeback room, and Heimdall helped Solger to lie down on the bed, and was about to get up when he was grabbed by the other party.

At this moment, Heimdall faced Solger's face formally. His scars proliferated more seriously. The original half of the scar has now become two-thirds. The whole face is only a small piece of skin on the lower right. It was still relatively intact, but the rest were covered by a thick layer of purple-red scars, and the first half of the face had signs of festering, which was terrifying.

I don't know what the skin on his body is like. Since he got sick, he has wrapped his body so tightly that no one can see it except the therapist and nurse.

"Is something wrong?" Heimdall found that he was looking at himself with that incomprehensible eyes again.

Solger's hand strength continued to strengthen, but his mouth was tightly closed, as if he was struggling for something.

Finally, he let go of his hand. Heimdall thought he had decided to give up. He suddenly said, "You are the reincarnation of Jolf Sijn Sturlusson, right?" .

"Isn't that you?" Heimdall pulled the quilt for him.

Solger was unmoved, and stared at Heimdall without blinking, "Don't perfuse me, you are the reincarnation of Jolf Strulusson, am I right?" Get excited.

Heimdall stared at him for a moment, then sat on the sofa beside him.

"Why did you suddenly say something to me?"

"Palme tried to push me around one day, he said it would be good for me to meet people, and we went to Victor Krum's, and the slut was putting ointments on him—"

"Did you see the flying eagle pendant on his neck?"

Solger flinched because of this description, "Yes, I see, it matches the ring on your hand."

"Suspicion based on this alone?" I didn't expect him to be very perceptive.

"I have a brain! I can think!" Yomo sensed what Heimdall was thinking, and Solger said loudly. "In the past few days, I have thought a lot, and I feel that I have figured out a lot, a lot... I didn't want to think about it before. I put together all the clues and came up with an answer. Why did Rommel Strulusson adopt him back then? You, doesn't that explain the problem?"

It was actually two different things, but Heimdall wasn't about to tell him.

"I figured it out, so what?" Heimdall remained calm.

Solger propped up his upper body on his elbows, and said with unsteady breath: "Tell me, you are the reincarnation of Yolf! Tell me!"

"In my opinion, it is impossible for anyone to copy Jolf, but I don't think you will listen." Heimdall paused slightly. "Okay then, let me tell you, you're right."

Solger suddenly stared at Heimdall with wide eyes, the scars on his face became more hideous due to the ups and downs of emotions. After a while, he suddenly collapsed down with powerlessness and closed his eyes in pain.

"roll……"

Heimdall stood up and walked straight out.

Outside the door, I met Palme who was walking back.

"Hi, are you free now?" Palme looked enthusiastic.

Heimdall couldn't help wondering, isn't Solger's guess completely groundless?Palme has already begun brewing a new spring?Has his care for Soljaer been sublimated into pure humanitarianism?

"Coffee?" Heimdall suggested. "What's the matter? Don't want to go to coffee?" He found Palme not very positive.

"I just got back from there." Palme grimaced.

"Then go again, Victor likes the honeydew fruit there, I just brought him one." Heimdall said and walked straight forward.

Palme spread his hands and followed helplessly.

They arrived at the coffee bar, and while they were waiting to be packed, Palme shared his plans.

"I want to take Soljer to America."

Heimdall was stunned for a moment: "Why do you suddenly have such an idea?"

"In fact, a Quidditch team in the United States has always wanted to recruit me to them, and a wizarding newspaper in San Francisco that specializes in Quidditch reports has also expressed interest in me." Palme suddenly lowered his voice. . "Have you heard about Karel Di Rupo?"

Heimdall tried his best to look dazed, "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know the details, but everyone is rumoring that he is missing. I heard that someone has found a cure for a strange disease in his workshop. The Pharmacists' Association is analyzing the formula. Everyone will recover soon!"

In other words, the French Ministry of Magic has already started to act?Is this the foreshadowing stage of "exposing the evil"?

"If that's the case, that's great!" Heimdall said happily.

Palme frowned, "You really don't know? I thought you had better news than me."

"Well, I know, just as unclear as you, but the Pharmacists Association has indeed made new progress." Heimdall grinned and bared his teeth.

"The news is correct?!" Palme was overjoyed.

"After Solger recovers, do you want to take him to the United States?" Although Palme himself changed the subject, Heimdall believed that his guess was pretty close.

"Yes, that's right." Palme scratched his head in embarrassment.

"He agreed?" Heimdall asked.

"Not yet, but I think he will agree. You may not have noticed. He has become different these days. He has become more easy-going, friendly, and patient. I seem to see the little Gul back then... Sorry, little Gul is Soljar, his mother's nickname for him."

"What do you want me to do?" Heimdall said.

"Isn't he the reincarnation of your family? I'm afraid that the Great Elder Sturluson won't let him go with me, so I think—"

"Let me speak nice words to him in front of the Great Elder?"

Palme smiled awkwardly, "I know he treated you badly before, I really can't find anyone else, you are the son of Chairman Struluson, only you can help me. Solger is not in Europe It won't obstruct your eyes, isn't it better?"

"I doubt who is in the way of whom." Heimdall said calmly.

Palme scratched his head anxiously.

"I will see the Great Elder in the New Year. If you don't change your mind then, I can try it for you." Heimdall said without emotion.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Palme hugged him excitedly.

"Good luck." Heimdall smiled and left the coffee bar with a takeaway box.