HP's Foreign Land

"That means Chamon doesn't want the case to go any deeper," Hollingworth said, looking at the cards in his hand. "He hoped that everyone who knew Di Rupo would disappear overnight, or simply forget that there was a man named Karel Di Rupo to save trouble. This time he chose the other half of the contradiction, the opposite of making a fuss .”

Heimdall glanced at the cards on the table, and looked at the one in his hand with a tangled face, wondering which one to play.Then he took a moment to look at the boss.

"Shamon?"

"The current French Minister of Magic." Lange, who was sitting across the table from Heimdall, dropped a card. "Hey, Rig, we're a party now, stop showing your cards to your honey."

"I just want Victor to give me an idea. I said before you suggested playing poker that I can't play bridge."

"If you don't, let yourself learn." Hollingworth complained to Victor. "Krum, in the name of my companion, I request you to tell me the cards in Sturlusson's hand quickly. I haven't revealed any information after reading it for so long."

Victor smiled helplessly at Heimdall, and stopped advising him, and the head of the Stuluson pouted with a haggard face.

At this time, the four of them gathered in Heimdall's attic to play cards. Half an hour ago, Judge Hollingworth, who was in a hurry, came to visit Victor accompanied by Lange.Except for the first few words on the scene, in the past half an hour, Heimdall didn't hear his boss ask any more remarks related to Victor's illness—"talking about the French Ministry of Magic". Forget it, he had no choice but to curl his lips in his heart, and he couldn't show a grateful expression on his face. Fortunately, his boss never thought of this at all.

Sheena touched Heimdall's chair and did not show up. Unless the master deliberately took care of it, the dedicated house elf never showed up in front of the guests.

"What would you like to drink? My house-elf told me I still have some brandy and wine." Heimdall finally dropped a card and exhaled with relief.

Lange ordered wine.

"Lemonade, add some vanilla juice, no sugar." Hollingworth ordered confidently.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is there any lemonade and vanilla juice at home?"

For the house-elf, "nothing" is equivalent to being fired, and even if there is really no one at hand, it has to figure it out.Hina left the host to fiddle with the unsweetened vanilla lemonade.

"You have caused a problem for my house elf." Heimdall felt aggrieved for Xina moderately.

"When you open the door to welcome guests, you should be fully prepared. Isn't one of the purposes of guests coming to the door is to create problems for the host?"

Hollingworth's words made it impossible to refute, and the other three raised their eyes in agreement, and smiled at each other.

"Tell us about the two investigators," Hollingworth said.

"As you said, the French Minister of Magic didn't want to make a big deal out of it. He wanted the case to stay on suicide due to guilt, so the two investigators' understanding of the whole case was almost at the beginning—than mine People who should ask three questions know even less, dutifully acting as an inconspicuous but necessary screw in the big machine of 'process'."

Drinks were brought to the table one after another. Heimdall took a sip of his cinnamon tea and said, "The French Minister of Magic is a master at 'making the most of everything'."

"This is a skill that the Minister of Magic must master, and it will largely reflect whether you are qualified." Hollingworth is not surprised.

"Really?" Heimdall looked at his partner on the poker table.

Lange is the only one of the four who has served as the Minister of Magic.

"Your boss's conclusions are too broad, but I don't disagree with him," Lange said.

Hollingworth drank the unsweetened vanilla lemon juice that Hina temporarily "transformed". Seeing his expression, he seemed quite satisfied. Heimdall said hello for Hina from the bottom of his heart. , he would gossip about Dodoma in his father's ear every day.

Somewhere in Scandinavia, Dodoma the house-elf sneezes while offering his master a cigar.

Hollingworth put down the glass. "What's their serial number?"

"17 and 32."

"No wonder," said Hollingworth.

"Monsieur?" Heimdall was puzzled.

Hollingworth raised his eyebrows, "In the establishment of investigators in France, those who really work are numbered 1 to 15, those who are outstanding are numbered 1 to 10, and the minister's confidants are numbered 1 to 5. Your judgment is correct, you are part of the process."

Sounds a bit like an agent, the secret police of the French Ministry of Magic?

"Thank you for your explanation, Monsieur." Heimdall nodded.

Hollingworth turned to Victor. "What's wrong with him?"

"Probably affected, you know, those two French investigators." Victor smiled.

Hollingworth showed a dazed expression, opened his mouth and spit out a sentence in French quickly, and the head of the office, Sturluson, who was complacently thinking that the pronunciation just now was very standard, looked at a loss.Immediately after Lange also said something, the head of the office continued to be at a loss. Later, Victor also joined the French family, and the head of the office became depressed.

Chief Sturluson pricked up his ears to listen to those slippery but elusive words, they kept a reserved distance from him just like every time before, passed him indifferently, and never turned to him. He is friendly.All in all, I just don't understand.

The three men seemed to be talking more and more speculatively, with smiles appearing one after another, joyously outrageous, French was easily manipulated by them, as easy as their mother tongue, and Director Strulusson was marginalized.

Heimdall couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up, shouting like a rainbow, "Gentlemen!"

The three of them quickly stopped talking, their playful eyes hidden under expressions of pretended astonishment.

Under the attention of the three pairs of eyes, Heimdall gave a doggy smile, "Go on." Hehe smiled and sat down.

Victor was amused, leaned over and put his arms around his shoulders, and gave him two cheeks without hesitation, and whispered quickly in his ear when he retracted his arms, "Don't come out!" This one, type the one on the right."

The embarrassing and bitter force disappeared in an instant, and the head of the office, Strulusong, straightened his back and pretended to throw down the cards as if nothing had happened, thinking happily-there is only Weiwei in the world!

"Don't you have any ideas about those two investigators?" Hollingworth said.

"What do I want?" Heimdarch asked.

"The Di Rupo case."

"What's none of my business?! What do you do when you're full?" Heimdall, who was pondering over the cards, said absent-mindedly, but he didn't notice that his boss's face immediately pulled down. "I'm not a French investigator, nor an agent of the police force, nor an Auror... There shouldn't be a need for a dark wizard hunter in this matter. At best, I'm familiar with Di Rupo. I bet he's going to hell Left me out before the gate, like thousands of other wizards—ah!"

"What's the matter?" Hollingworth frowned, he hated people yelling.

"...My cards are really bad." Heimdall laughed dryly, and quickly glanced at Lange who had passed him, unable to believe that Lange stepped on his foot.However, after Langer's powerful kick, Heimdall instantly remembered that his boss was currently a panicked person, and his answer just now was too careless.

"If the French Ministry of Magic is willing, the investigation will continue." Heimdall remedied it insincerely.

Hollingworth snorted noncommittally, seemingly not pursuing it.

Heimdall quietly made a face at Victor, who raised the corner of his mouth.

"You're not going back to school right away, are you?" Hollingworth said seemingly casually.

"Not yet, but I'll be back soon. Victor's therapist expressed his delight at Victor's recovery yesterday." Heimdall flirted with the master with a smile on his face.

"What a pity, it looks like you'll be back at school next week for judges' debriefing week."

Heimdall was taken aback, "What judge debriefing week?"

"The International Wizengamot holds a debriefing meeting every 6 years. All member states of the International Wizengamot must come to Belgium to participate in this meeting. It is likely to be related to the next 6 years. Appointment of the highest chancellor in the country. The wizarding judiciary calls the year in which it meets a debriefing year." Hollingworth paused. "This meeting was supposed to be held in November last year, but... you also know what happened at the end of last year, so IW temporarily canceled the meeting."

"Changed to next week?" Heimdall interjected.

"That's right." Hollingworth nodded. "Want to come? Of course you are not a participant. I am afraid that you will never have this opportunity in this life. I think you can run errands for the justices, act as an interpreter, send a document and pass on a message. The key is to experience wizard justice personally. The atmosphere of the high-level meeting of the world, to see how these respectable gentlemen from all over the world are hypocritical, hypocritical and obedient, this kind of opportunity is rare."

Heimdall didn't answer right away, but sneaked a glance at Lange, who was passing by. Lange didn't seem to notice, and drank the wine with his eyes downcast.

"Don't procrastinate, be decisive, come or not, why hesitate?" Hollingworth urged.

"In front of my Potions professor, how do you say I should answer?" Heimdall looked bitter.

Hollingworth glanced at Lange and smiled, forgetting about it.

"It's okay, I'll back you up." Hollingworth said.

Heimdall said hopefully, "You can let my Potions professor exempt me from taking my Potions exam?"

"I could try to get your Potions master to postpone your exam."

"..." Director Strulusson was depressed again.

Heimdall accompanied her boyfriend to the treatment center as usual, and now they are no longer as repulsed as they were when they went to the treatment center, because the news they got was exciting.Victor is getting closer and closer to recovery, and his condition is getting better and better. He is still the energetic and imposing first seeker.

Emerging from the smiling therapist, Victor suddenly decides to make a detour to visit a friend on the general ward.

"Your friend also lives in the treatment center?" Heimdall was very surprised.

After the outbreak of the strange disease, more than half of the Vulcan team was admitted to the hospital. Except for Victor, everyone else was sent to the local wizard hospital for treatment, because the treatment center was already overcrowded at that time.

"He just came in a few days ago. I got the news yesterday and planned to visit him." Victor said.

Heimdall saw the worry in his boyfriend's brows, so he said in relief, "He's just living in a general ward, so there shouldn't be a big problem."

Victor put his arms around his shoulders.

Victor's friend was a batsman for the Vulcans, an old player who had joined the team with the goalie who tackled five girls at the same time.

The batsman was packing up when they came in, and there was a look of surprise on his face when he saw them come in.

"Victor Krum, my old man!" He threw his arms around Victor.

"This is Rigg, you have seen it before." Victor introduced.

"Of course." The Batter shook Heimdall's hand.

"Looks good," Victor said.

The big man in front of him was full of red, and his mental outlook was quite good. There was no problem with his health at all.

"I told them that there will be no problem, and they insisted that I stay in the hospital for a few days." Despite the complaints in his mouth, his expression was different.

"Your wife and children?" Victor said.

"A few days ago, I was just in a bad mood, and they made a fuss, which made my head dizzy."

"Isn't it better to reassure them? What did the therapist say?"

"It's all right," the batter hesitated. "Tell me to go to bed early at night."

Victor understood, "Staying in the amateur Gobstone club all night again?"

"The prize this time is a set of pure gold gobstones set with rubies!"

"I don't believe you don't have money to buy it."

"Can it be the same? It's won by strength!" The batter looked like he didn't have the same knowledge as you.

Vic laughed.

"Are you a gobstone lover?" Heimdall asked.

"Yes, but the technique still needs to be honed." Facing Heimdall, the batsman was unexpectedly honest.

"Old man," the batter hooked Victor's shoulder. "The coach has contacted a team and wants to practice for us. How is your current state?"

"My therapist is optimistic. The International Quidditch League hasn't lifted the ban on international competitions, has it?"

"That's not an international event, it's just a practice game," the batsman said. "Our young men are nearly wiped out, my friend. It's just us 'oldies' left to count on. Be ready for battle, Mr. Krum!"

The Vulcan team has basically formed a younger team. They have been playing games to accumulate experience before. Old players like Victor had almost no chance to play some time ago. I know it well.Although it was inevitable to mutter a few words in my heart, I still expressed my understanding.Unexpectedly, the plan could not keep up with the changes, and this sudden strange disease broke the "elimination" process.

The young people in the team believed in the team doctor who seemed to have excellent medical skills, and most of the old players followed in Victor's footsteps and turned to Professor Lange.The Vulcan team once had a disagreement on this issue. The new recruits were young and energetic, and they had the intention of not giving up until they reached their goals. Lange's generosity eased the intensification of the conflict. Fortunately, Lange has passed the serious age .

The young players who followed the team doctor's "tonic" method are now lying in the hospital without exception. Most of the old players have survived the initial fear and fear until now, except for the unlucky Master Krum.

"How's the old team doctor?" Victor asked.

"He handed over his letter of resignation to Miss Brandt, and Miss Brandt hasn't replied yet."

"Miss Brandt?" Victor frowned.

"Mr. Brandt decided to go to Asia to visit his relatives. His niece will take care of the team's affairs for the time being. Anyway, the team owner usually doesn't care about it. The lady is active and hangs around the training base almost every day." The batter smiled. "It's a sexy girl."

"I've seen it." Victor said flatly.

"Have you seen it?" The batsman thought his intelligence was first-hand.

"Miss Brandt visited Victor," said Heimdall.

In other words, Mr. Sturluson still remembers the deep V-neck and high slit.

"You have a lot of luck, boy, but you've always been—" the batter snorted, and the master unexpectedly licked his side, causing him to almost bite his tongue.

Director Sturluson glanced at it lightly, and the master looked very decent on my face.

The batsman looked away quickly, pretending to be busy.

Heimdall smiled lightly, seemingly tolerantly, and the master suddenly felt a bit cold on the back of his neck.

"Mr. Sturluson."

"Ah, hello."

"Do you remember me?"

"At my current age, it's not a problem to remember it for a year or so."

The black-haired investigator smiled unnaturally, "Are you free now?"

Heimdall glanced behind the other party without any trace. The black-haired investigator's partner this time is no longer the brown-haired colleague from before, but a gentle and familiar face.At first glance, he looked very young, but when he got closer, he realized that he was no longer a young man, at least not a fledgling guy like the brown-haired investigator.

Heimdall never dared to randomly guess other people's ages, and wizards' skins were usually younger than their actual ages.Just like Lao Caipi, at that age, he should be lying on the bed dying to be worthy of the people of the world, instead of being alive and kicking.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say."

"Aren't you going to buy honey juice fruit today?" The black-haired investigator asked cautiously.

"Occasionally, it's worth changing your taste."

"Bon."

Heimdall said, "Let's go to the small garden last time."

The task of the black-haired investigator this time is exactly the same as that of the brown-haired investigator last time. He became a follower, and the gentle and fresh-faced investigator is the leader today.

"I'm sorry to disturb you during the lunch break." The tone of the raw face was as polite as his temperament.

"There's no lunch break for family members," Heimdall said.

With a slight smile on his face, "You have already met my two colleagues."

"See, I'm not in the habit of running around with strangers," Heimdall said. "What are you two doing here? Warn me not to over-interpret the Di Rupo incident, let alone talk to others?"

The dark-haired investigator looked embarrassed.

"I guessed right?" Heimdall laughed.

The raw face looked back at his colleague, and it was certain that the look contained a warning, because the black-haired investigator immediately became expressionless as if under a spell.

"In this case, let's open the skylight and speak plainly." The gentleness on his face was removed from his face, and the deceiving illusions were put away.

"I like talking to real people." Heimdall nodded.

"What else do you know about Karel Di Rupo?"

Heimdall was a little surprised, "Aren't you here to shut me up?"

"That's true of the task assigned by the superior, but I think it is an impossible task." Sheng explained calmly.

"Because my name is Sturluson?"

"It's also because your father is Rommel Sturluson, and you have a close relationship with Lange Westner Sturluson. I can't act rashly on these two points alone."

Heimdall nodded, "It seems that he has done his homework."

The raw face leaned forward slightly, "So, do you have any other discoveries about Di Rupo?"

"Are you doing the opposite?"

"That's it."

Heimdall looked at him for a while, and leaned forward like him, "You are skeptical about Di Rupo's death, right? The conclusion of suicide does not satisfy you, but makes the whole incident more confusing .”

"My attitude doesn't matter, and that shouldn't be my concern," Sheng said with a grim face. "My duty is to follow the orders of my superiors."

"Oh, really?" Heimdall said softly. "Then why are you sitting here and telling me these things? After you have found out all the information you want to know, then kill yourself?"

The raw face was silent for a moment, "We couldn't find those medicine bottles, your boyfriend is not an exception."

Heimdall looked at him without saying a word.

The raw face said again, "The higher-ups didn't want to make the matter worse, so they recalled all the investigators, and strictly prohibited further investigations."

"But you want to look it up, and the question marks that keep building up in your head force you to find the answer, and you don't want to stop there."

"Correct."

"And up there? What are you going to do?"

A hesitant expression appeared on the face of the student, "...I am an investigator, and I am obliged to investigate this matter clearly. This is my job, isn't it?"

Heimdall said: "Di Rupo had an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time. During the period before his death, he seemed to meet that old friend."

There was a hint of confusion on his face.

"I don't know who or where that old friend is, but I know that there is such a thing, Mr. Di Rupo once mentioned it to me. Maybe you can get some news from his family, Mr. Di Rupo's friends The list must have grown daunting."

"His family..." The raw face seemed to have a headache.

"What's the matter? Does he have no family anymore?"

By the way, Grindelwald once said that he would destroy the whole family.

"Di Rupo is Muggle-born, and his family lives in the Muggle world, if he has any family." Sighed.

Once it comes to the Muggle world, most wizards can only look at the ocean and sigh. It can be said that wizards are struggling in the Muggle world, and they will face lawsuits if they are not careful, let alone go to the streets to investigate.

Heimdall was tongue-tied, "Mr. Di Rupo was of Muggle origin?"

"Don't you know?"

"I don't know... I thought he was a pure-blood, and many newspapers and magazines seemed to imply that."

The old man smiled sarcastically, "When a person becomes famous, his background becomes blurred, and wizards suddenly become open-minded and considerate, only seeing that person and the monument he represents, what's more, Spontaneously 'make up' those little regrets for him."

Heimdall didn't comment on the issue, which had plagued the wizarding world for centuries and didn't need his input.

"Can you help me?" The raw face looked at Heimdall expectantly.

"I?"

"You lived in the Muggle world before you were six years old, so you have a certain understanding of Muggles, and your views and attitudes towards the Muggle world have always been very gentle."

"I am not the only one who is gentle with Muggles. I believe that the Muggle Research Department of your Ministry of Magic can exceed any requirements you ask."

"You can go and see how they work." The expression on the raw face was very mysterious. "Please lend me a helping hand, my investigation is confidential. I can't find help at the French Ministry of Magic, the vast majority of them are outspoken and take bragging for granted. I don't want to see Some wizard jumped on the table and got drunk and sang about it, and the whole Ministry of Magic knew it."

Heimdall chuckled, "...Sorry."

"It's ridiculous, isn't it, this is their attitude towards life."

"optimism."

"Oh, to put it nicely, but optimism alone doesn't work, especially when it comes to murder."

"Wow, the murder case, have you located it?" Heimdall turned to look at the black-haired investigator, who was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted abruptly.

"No, no, no, I'm a pessimist, a firm pessimist. Every day when I open my eyes, I feel that the sky is about to fall, and I cry sadly when I see a flower on the roadside losing a petal." The black-haired investigator said anxiously. She danced and danced, and even took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her eyes. "Don't look at me like that, I'm going to cry again..."

Heimdall laughed.

The face of the raw face twitched, and he was too lazy to turn around.

"Your answer." The stranger looked at Heimdall and said.

"I'm busy." Heimdall stopped laughing and looked calm. "I have no obligation to help you. If this happened in Iceland, it would be another matter."

The student's face was greatly disappointed, but he didn't force it. He got up lonely and said, "...Thank you for your trouble."

"Maybe I can wait until I'm not busy." Heimdall raised his eyes.

The raw face turned around in surprise.

Heimdall said, "If you're willing to wait."

"Of course, thank you." Sheng said excitedly.

When parting, Heimdall suddenly asked, "What's your serial number?"

"4."

Emma, ​​according to Boss Hollingworth, is that the senior secret police? !

"It's an honor." Heimdall nodded seriously.

The bewildered face led his colleagues to leave.

The author has something to say: Flour water, just pour a little and stir well, don’t need to put a lot.If you are using high-gluten flour, put a lot of it to wash out the gluten~~

When I see cooking posts on the Internet, I often talk about soaking melons and fruits in salt. Salt can be used to sterilize bacteria. If it is to remove pesticides, salt will not work.In addition to eating salt, there is also a great effect. Before washing the clothes bought in summer, soak them in light salt water for a while, so that the color of the clothes will be brighter and not easy to fade. In summer, because of sweating a lot, you need to wash clothes frequently .

So salt is solid.

Today I will talk about the Chinese toon that is in season.

Chinese toon, it has an indescribable smell, people who like it like it very much, and people who hate it hate it. (Like Artemisia argyi, many people think the taste is weird, I love it very much, and I like to eat it all the way.) Chinese toon seems to be rare in the south, but more in the north.Here we have [-] yuan a handful, and only certain vegetable vendors will buy them, usually very little, for fear that they will not be sold.

If you think Chinese toon is delicious, or you can tolerate that taste.Let's eat more in spring, this thing is very good.Eating Chinese toon is to replenish sunlight.In spring, you need to nourish your body’s yang energy, and Chinese toon produces yang energy. It’s very timely to eat Chinese toon in spring.It is a warm food, which can warm the spleen, stomach and kidney at the same time, so some people feel particularly comfortable after eating Chinese toon.

Chinese toon has fragrance, spring governs the liver, and food with fragrance can relieve liver qi.And Chinese toon is enlightened, making people hear and see.

Chinese toon is used as medicine to prevent rheumatism and regulate diabetes. Patients with arthritis and diabetes can often eat some.There are also female friends who plan to have a baby, you can also often eat some Chinese toon, Chinese toon can stimulate kidney yang, promote endocrine and help pregnancy.

When I was in elementary school, my wife was still alive (that is, my great-grandmother), and she ate kang toon pancakes every spring.That smell is a dream come true now.

The fresh Chinese toon is marinated with salt, the pork belly is cut into small meat particles, the fat meat is more than the lean meat, and then mixed with the marinated Chinese toon.To make noodles, wrap the mixed Chinese toon meat in the noodles to make pancakes, and put them on the coal stove. The fat in the noodles shrinks when heated, making a creaking sound, and the room is full of fragrance.At that time, I especially liked to stand around and eat while my wife was not paying attention.

... My halazi is overflowing.

That’s all for today’s exchange, I’m going to make toon pancakes, otherwise I’ll be drooling in my dreams at night.

By the way, one thing needs to be noted, Chinese toon is for nourishing yang, and generally the food for nourishing yang is hair.Once the yang qi in the body grows, it will involuntarily drive out the disease qi in the body, but the way it drives out may not be so pleasant, it is sent out through the skin.Therefore, friends with skin diseases and old diseases please eat with caution.