HP's Foreign Land

Early the next morning—the first day of the three-day debriefing, Heimdall arrived at the wizard hotel where Elio Arrow stayed at 06:30, stayed in the domed lobby supported by Olney stone pillars, and waited The hotel clerk called his master down.The waiter told him that Justice Arrow had canceled the morning call last night.

"Could you try knocking on the door?" Heimdall said.

"No." The waiter shook his head decisively. "Unless the guests need us to wake them up, we will never try to wake them up from sleep. Either way will not work." After finishing speaking, the little face turned pale, and the interpretation was extremely vivid.

Heimdall couldn't help it, and under the slightly sympathetic gaze of the waiter, he walked around the corners of the spotless marble-clad lobby, and took out his pocket watch to look at it eight times.Four and ten minutes later, Justice Arrow appeared at the top of the marble steps, which shone like gold powder, and descended them methodically.

Heimdall immediately greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Arrow."

Arrow gestured to pause and turned to the main desk.

"The windows in my room are leaking," Arrow said.

"We checked everything before you checked in." The implication of the waiter was that there was no problem with the room.

"But it leaks." Arrow didn't even bother to list the details.

The waiter forced himself to smile and said, "I'll ask someone to take another look."

"I read it last night. It's obviously not done well. You should find another one with strong business ability."

"If our service does not satisfy you, please forgive me, Mr. Arrow." The corner of the waiter's mouth was a little stiff.

"I hope you won't face me with the same expression when you come back tonight." Eero gave Heimdall a wink, and the two left the elegantly decorated hotel one after the other.

Breakfast is resolved like an arrow at home.

Arrow looked at the menu and said, "What are you eating? My treat."

"The boss knows what I want to eat, you don't have to worry about me." Heimdall said.

Arrow beckons for the boss.

The breakfast for the two was quickly brought to the table.Herrault's breakfast was very delicate. The old man ate sweets early in the morning. Director Sturluson looked at the pieces of cream cake and shell bread decorated with strawberries, carambola, kiwi and pineapple, and his mouth was filled with sweetness.The coffee on the side of the cake was very fragrant, making the halazi in his mouth overflowing.

Heimdall sniffed the bacon, rubbed his hands together, tore open the al dente oatmeal bread with a fork, shaved the lettuce and tomato deftly and decisively—like a skilled The chief surgeon stuffed a mouthful of bread and bacon into his mouth, turning a blind eye to the lettuce and tomato placed in the corner.

"What are you eating?" Arrow's look at Bacon made Director Sturluson deeply feel that this person is actually quite rude.

"Bacon and bread, don't you know?" Heimdall's tone couldn't help being a bit deliberate, and he was a bit of an excuse. This old man let him waste about forty minutes of his youth. If he had known it, he would have spent more time with the master. up.

Chief Sturluson snorted twice cautiously.

"Not surprising," Arrow said calmly. "The British only have food, not delicacies."

The action of Heimdall stuffing bacon into his mouth was really mean!

"Oh, you're wrong, you're from Iceland." Erlo took a sip of his coffee and frowned critically. "What are you doing looking at me like that?"

"...I thought you would go on to say that Icelanders only have food, not delicacies."

Arrow dismisses his naive little provocation, "I don't know Iceland."

Heimdall bowed his head dully.

When the boss came to the table, the puffed-up chief Sturluson choked when he saw clearly the disgusting cup of "green light" in the boss's hand.He beat his chest with wide eyes, and the boss immediately sent the cup forward.Chief Sturluson took it and drank it down. Between Welsh Green Dragon and Desperate, he chose the former with tears streaming down his face.

Chief Stuluson put the empty cup on the table and looked at the boss with a haggard face.

"Mr. Krum's instructions." The boss smiled.

"You can pretend to have made it! I can also pretend to have eaten it!" The boss is so sincere.

"I took the money." The boss said again.

Heimdall fell silent.

The boss gave a slight nod to Judge Arrow who was watching, and left with a smile.

"Krum still cares about your food and drink?" Arrow looked incomprehensible.

"It means that there is someone who is willing to take care of you." Heimdall had no intention of talking to him.

Arrow laughed silently, and the silence broke between the two of them.

Laughter came from the door, and a group of men and women walked in like an arrow. Someone patted Eero on the shoulder and called his name enthusiastically.Arrow stood up, with a look of joy on his face that was more than that of the other party.They talked cordially in French. The word "kindness" will be the least valuable thing in these three days.Heimdall gnawed on the oatmeal bread.

Arrow finished the greetings with the Lord from Portugal, and sat back in his seat, the smile still remained on his lips, and the eagerness had withdrawn from his eyes.The justice of the Wizengamot in Portugal walked to the other side of the restaurant and took a seat accompanied by a group of people with a beautiful young female assistant.

"Could it be Grindelwald?" Arrow said.

Heimdall blinked his eyes blankly, "...Are you talking about Di Rupo?"

"Who else would it be if it wasn't him?"

Heimdall was thankful that he was still young, and his reaction speed wasn't too bad, otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep up with the master's whim.

"Probably not." Heimdall looked at the two small piles of vegetables on the plate.

"That possibility is not ruled out," Arrow said.

"Maybe." Heimdall nodded. "However, according to Grindelwald's style, it will definitely be known to everyone, instead of arranging everything deliberately, in order to cover up the clues and try to deceive everyone."

"How do you know Grindelwald's style?"

"There are a lot of books about him." Heimdall said calmly. "In the wizarding bookstore in Bruges, a gold gallon can buy six books of "Grindelwald in My Eyes" written by different authors. There are still many "old friends" of Grindelwald relying on long and long "Grindelwald" He and I have to talk about XXXX' to earn royalties."

Eero was noncommittal, and took the last sip of coffee, "How is today's itinerary arranged?"

"There will be a meeting in half an hour, with the Portuguese justice." That is the one just now.

Arrow dropped the napkin in his hand, "Come out with me."

"You should go to the conference hall now."

"Need not."

"But Portugal—"

"Nothing Portugal."

Heimdall stood under the eaves, refusing to take another step.

Arrow surrendered, "That's what Silva and I agreed to set up a meeting before anyone else gets involved. Neither of us will be there and no one will be held accountable, because the participants are only me and him. For three days All in an underground conference hall with thin air, arguing with each other around an oval table about issues that have not been reached for centuries? Thank you, it’s not necessary unless it’s a last resort.”

Heimdall gaped.

"So no one will accuse you of negligence. Can you go now, Mr. Sturluson?"

"...Yes, My Lord."

They passed a chocolate shop with hanging baskets of flowers, and through the glass window, Justice Steve van Weert of the Belgian Wizengamot was tasting new chocolate products.Van Witt spotted them and waved to them enthusiastically.Out of politeness, Heimdall stopped and waited for him to come out.

"See, I'm not the only one who is lazy." Arrow whispered.

These justices cover each other, adopting the methods of the Great War to deal with what they think are boring and cumbersome meetings.

"Good morning, Stulusson." Van Veert happily came to the two of them with a small box full of chocolates.

"Good morning, Mr. Van Witt." He is no stranger to Van Witt. This red-nosed justice is a frequent visitor to the International Wizengamot. He often uses his lunch break or spare time after get off work to have dinner with the judges in the chief office. , There is no concept of "avoiding suspicion" at all, and he seems to be an optimist.

"This is for you." Van Weert took out a palm-sized paper bag from his pocket, and the name of the chocolate shop was printed on the paper bag.

"No..." Heimdall quickly refused.

"Take it." Judge Van Witt refused to take it back, so Heimdall had to accept it.

"Thank you."

Van Witt turned his face away, and Arrow said, "I don't want it."

"I didn't say I would give it to you." Van Weert had an expression of "you want to be beautiful".

Arrow glanced up the pole of the street lamp.

"Are you free tonight?" Van Witt said.

"I want to go back to my own apartment and sleep, but I can't. I'll be here for three days." Arrow seemed to answer the question.

"My wife wants to treat you to a meal. Since you are happy to accept it, let's make a deal." Fan Weite nodded.

"Your speaking style is really the same for ten years."

Van Witt didn't seem to hear anything, "Come to my house at 06:30 in the evening, you know where it is, and you won't be allowed to enter the house after this time." Then he turned to Heimdall who was secretly having fun. "Are you coming too?"

"No, thank you." Heimdall quickly put on a courteous smile.

"Yes, don't agree to him, do you know what he's up to? To please you, let you go to IW to say good things about him, and do free publicity for him." Ero smiled slightly.

"I don't deny it, but don't tell me you don't want to do this." Van Witt blew his beard and stared. "I don't know you yet, dear Elio, I remember all your great deeds very well."

Arrow waved his hand, "Come on."

Van Weert grunted twice, took out a small bag of chocolates from his pocket, took out a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, the expression on his face immediately became intoxicated, and his nose seemed to turn redder.

How much did he buy? !Heimdall was secretly speechless.

"Don't look at him as a handsome gentleman, it's just a layer of fancy skin, which can be broken with a poke." Van Witt, who ate chocolate, was like a drunk person, and couldn't wait to say "nonsense". "At school, when he was doing those... well, shameful things in the woods with the boys in the lower grades, I was outside watching him. If I hadn't dismissed the night-watching professor time and time again, he would be able to How can you be so stupid? You have been sprayed into a screen by the saliva of those moralists! Returning to the judge?! You can’t even get your graduation certificate!"

Heimdall glanced secretly at Arrow, who remained calm and unaffected.

"Are you classmates?" Heimdall said.

The two did not deny it.

"Old friend?"

The two looked at each other and kept away at the same time, as if avoiding an infectious disease, but they still did not deny it.

Some meetings do not require assistants to participate, and the assistants who have nothing to do temporarily will come to the lounge with clean windows.

Heimdall chose to sit in the back corner and flipped through the study notes presented by his caring classmates. He planned to return to school at the end of the month, and before engaging in intense study—predictably nervous—absorb as much knowledge as possible, so that Happily, Elio Herrault was not a difficult man.

Although the layout of the lounge is not as deep and grand as the conference room, the colors are comfortable and pleasing to the eye, and the surrounding walls are wrapped with khaki-colored wall panels, which dispels oppression and relaxes people's nerves.At least from Heimdall's point of view, the assistants who seemed to be working hard and doing their own thing gradually moved closer to the nearby men or women, and spread out in a large area and turned into twos and threes gathering.

Before each group of assistants came in—one person or a few people, in groups of two or three—they raised their chests up, chose a satisfactory seat, and sat down without turning their eyes from anyone—including the neighbors, let alone Glance at the door.

But after 10 minutes, just like what you see now, after looking at and visiting each other without any trace, there will always be one party who is the first to send out an imperceptible signal. Smile into the opposing camp.

Some people sit down, some people get up, some people don't talk to each other, and some people hit it off immediately.Needless to say, these assistants of different nationalities, different skin colors, different shapes, and different sizes, almost all came alone, unless their masters allowed them to bring companions, or even if they agreed, they were willing to bring them.But the truth is that the vast majority of assistants are alone.

I believe that after the end of the day, this pair of temporarily formed men and women will find their own fun in the next time. Of course, it is also possible to part ways after leaving this door, or to observe silently.

It's even better than what's shown on TV.

Heimdall turned over a page of notes, and someone sat down beside him and introduced himself in a friendly manner, which invisibly released the same signal as the many hints pervading the room, and he only needed an apologetic look to let the other party know And retreat.There are also those who pretend that the "signal receiver" is damaged, there is no need to worry, as long as they say "thank you" instead of "very honored" without thinking, such people usually know how to stop.After all, they are all here to have fun and pass the time. There is no need to force others to make things difficult, let alone belittle their own demeanor, and they can also leave a good impression of knowledge and interest on the other party.

Look, this is the best side of human beings!Highly civilized, everyone is friendly, gentle and amiable, neither angry nor complaining, neither fighting nor grabbing, even if helping the boss at the oval conference table and having a good night with the men or women who had a good night the night before, arguing endlessly, it is for the nation Benefit.Leaving the meeting room and turning around, you are still a good teacher and helpful friend who had dinner together by romantic candlelight.

All of this is acquiesced by the gentlemen who are talking about the crime rate of wizards in a closed conference room. Of course they have no objection, because they came here like this when they were young.

Director Sturlusson watched another "knowledgeable and interesting" wizard leave.The grown-up world opened its doors generously to him and beckoned with gentle hospitality.He didn't want to get involved, just wanted to be alone, with his class notebook, which was underage.

More than half of the wizards in the lounge left, some were satisfied and eager to leave, while some were disappointed and prepared to regroup at another time.

Someone else sat down beside Heimdall.

"Thank you." Without waiting for the other party to speak, he directly erected an impenetrable wall.

"I'm not surprised to see you sitting here all this time," Arrow said.

"The meeting is over?" Heimdall closed the class notes without blushing.

"Why don't you go out and play?" Arrow smiled.

"Are you sure those wizards just wanted to hang out with me?"

"If I was young, I would definitely call you boring and uninteresting to my face."

"So the city mansion is reserved for adults, and I'm not in a hurry to wear it on my body." Heimdall put away the things spread out on the table. "It's enough that someone thinks I'm lively and interesting."

Arrow sighed exaggeratedly, "I was expecting you to seduce the hot girl next to the Portuguese justice."

"You have a grudge against him?" Heimdall said in surprise.

"Of course not, but that scene must have been a joy."

This is no hatred?

"Who do you think his old friends are? Wizards or Muggles?" Arrow asked suddenly.

Director Stuluson's mind was almost stuck, but fortunately, as mentioned earlier, he was still young.

"I don't know. My friendship with Mr. Di Rupo hasn't reached the point where we can talk about everything."

"The vial was discarded by the murderer? Or destroyed?" Arrow continued.

"It's also possible that he hid it himself. For some purpose, this possibility cannot be ruled out." Heimdall pondered.

Arrow glanced at him. "You're boring."

Is this coming back again?

Heimdall was always struggling, why did he let him be such a person.

"Thank you, I'm quite happy with the status quo," Heimdall happily pointed out: "Everyone has his own way."

After dinner, Heimdall took Arrow back to the hotel.

"What do you think they'll do with my room?" Arrow paused at the entrance.

"It's impossible to change the window. If the glass is compacted, there will be no air leakage."

"No, it still leaks."

Heimdall hesitated for a moment, "...Did you do it on purpose?"

"I was not satisfied with the view from the window, so I asked to change the room, but they told me that it was full. I went around the guest room area last night, and there were still many vacant rooms." Eero said nonchalantly. "I guess, they will change my room because it was fixed last night, but it didn't work."

The two came to the main service desk, and the waiter re-registered the room number for Erlo with a smile.

Arrow looked back at Heimdall triumphantly.

Heimdall couldn't help but laugh.

"Want to come over?" Arrow invited.

"What else do you want?"

"Sit down?"

"I wish you a good dream."

"Sturluson," Arrow called to him.

Heimdall turned around, "Have you thought about what to order?"

"I once met a person who wanted to spend my whole life with him, but the reality is like what you see now, Justice Elio Arrow, that's all." Arrow's expression remained unchanged, calm as if Telling the story of another unrelated person.

"What do you mean?" Heimdall didn't restrain his frown anymore.

"Seeing that you are so naive, you believe in the emotions you have, and you hang your toes high to serve as a shield, you justifiably sneer at the behavior that is beyond the scope of your custom, and you carefully maintain your purity in any environment, so... I can't help but want to hit it."

"Because you can't be naive anymore?"

Arrow smiled suddenly, "Your lips should be able to get a job in the judiciary."

"Thank you, I will spare no effort to work in that direction, good night, Master Arrow."

Arrow didn't make things difficult for him anymore, "The windows are no longer leaking, and I should be able to sleep well tonight. By the way, I forgot to tell you, the progress is good, keep up the good work, I think you are almost completely convinced me."

"...that is a matter of your French Ministry of Magic, and has nothing to do with me!" Director Strulusson felt that he was going to lose his mind.

"Good night." Arrow turned and stepped up the resplendent steps.

"I don't like it there, the so-called adult world." An hour later, Heimdall lay beside Victor, looking up at the stars scattered in the square inch through the spotless skylight. "I admit the atmosphere is nice and comfortable, but only comfortable, servile and suave. Everyone seems to like each other, although I can't name a few."

Victor ran his hand along his arm lightly, listening silently.

"How should it be defined? A moderate competitor? Never argue with a blushing neck, even if it is true, it is to safeguard the national interest. Of course there is nothing wrong with this. Around a table, no matter how much the other party disagrees with themselves, they will take it Staying at the conference table, there are those who are fighting each other, not giving in to each other, and even blatantly pointing at each other's nose in a big meeting attended by nearly 300 people and angrily denouncing each other as two-faced."

Heimdall chuckled, "It's as vivid and vivid as the neighbor's dog who trampled the flower garden in his yard. But after leaving the conference room and away from the conference table, they became understanding and considerate to each other, clinking wine glasses, enjoying the Reveling in the warmth and sweetness of the orange candlelight and taking it for granted. Cafes, bars, restaurants, and possibly in bed, two pairs, inseparable."

Heimdall waited for a while, "Why don't you speak? I'm too wordy? I'm bothering you?"

"I was just thinking, if you still complain to me about the same thing 50 years later, you haven't changed, let alone trying to hide your true thoughts in this way..." The outline of Victor's face was faintly visible in the night.

"To each other, there are only a lot more temptations around you than mine." Heimdall hugged Victor hard, with a bitter face, although he couldn't see clearly. "There are always deep V-necks and high slits dangling in front of you for various reasons. In the future, I will often face the adult world where sex is equal and one-night stands are innocent. What should I do? We are surrounded by dangers."

Victor's eyes were gentle, "What do you say?"

Heimdall rubbed Victor's chest, "I have to think about it, it's too annoying, I can't sleep because of worry."

The master waited quietly for 5 minutes, and then looked down. Sure enough, Mr. Sturlusson had already rushed to Siberia to relax.

The next day was bright, and Heimdall watched the sleeping master in the faint morning light. Half an hour later, he looked at a crack on the sloping roof with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Erluo stood in the hotel lobby where people were coming and going, with a hint of surprise in his tone, "You mean to let me go around by myself?"

"Yes, if you don't mind." Heimdall didn't bother to modify his words.

"Of course I don't mind, but I'm a little curious about what you're going to do."

"I never asked what you were going to do."

"Today we both lost status, and I won't ask you."

Heimdall shrugged, "I want to go to the chocolate shop yesterday to buy something."

Arrow seemed a little disappointed, "I should tell that old guy Steven the good news. He hopes that wizards all over the world have the same hobby as him."

"Then walk around that street. I have several places I want to go today, so I need to hurry up," Heimdall took out his pocket watch. "You have a meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon. It's not a small agreement between two people. Don't forget it. This is related to the official justice briefing tomorrow. I will enter the lounge at 02:30 in the afternoon. If you need to I."

"I know all of these, but I'm more interested in your itinerary." Arrow said with a smile.

"You want to come with me?"

"Yes, if you don't mind." Imitating Heimdall's tone.

"Okay, but you have to promise to keep it secret for me."

"No problem honey, but then again, who can I gossip with?"

Heimdall: "..."

"What shall we do next?" Arrow was as excited as if he was going to visit a secret base.

"Go to Gringotts first."

"Gringotts?"

"Bring up some money, the store doesn't give credit for small things."

Arrow nodded.

"Thank you for this." Heimdall said.

"Thank me?" Arrow was confused.

"Your words made me make up my mind, not [-]%, but it also played a role." Heimdall smiled. "I thank you for the push."

Arrow didn't know what exactly he was referring to.

Heimdall added: "Although your original intention may be to trip me up."

Arrow said, "Extend your words, please."

"I think I'd like to help investigators from your Ministry of Magic, for the sake of doing all this wrongly." Heimdall smiled.

"Are you sure you're not mocking me?"

"Oh, that must be your illusion."

Arrow: "..."

Heimdall suddenly thought of a rather serious question, "Where is my handkerchief? When are you going to return it to me?"

Master Arrow continued: "..."

The author has something to say: I mentioned honey earlier, but I think there are other bee products, such as royal jelly, propolis, etc. These things are now also strong supplements advertised by merchants.

Today we talk about royal jelly, which is royal jelly. To put it bluntly, royal jelly is bovine colostrum, which is the ration of young bees within three days of birth. After three days, it will switch to honey pollen and the like.The miraculous thing is that the young bees that switched to honey pollen after three days will all become sterile worker bees, and the young bees that have been eating "colostrum" will become queen bees.

In other words, royal jelly contains hormones.

Our body produces hormones by itself, and if the hormones are supplemented too much, tumors will develop, which may be malignant.So hormones are a double-edged sword.If you are a healthy person, basically you don't need to eat royal jelly.Especially children, can not eat things containing hormones, otherwise it will cause growth and development disorders.Children should eat as little honey as possible.

Generally, five types of people can supplement royal jelly: first, people with long-term insomnia, royal jelly can improve sleep quality; second, people who have undergone surgery, help recovery; third, people with chronic diseases, such as chronic hepatitis, royal jelly can regulate liver function; People with long-term mental stress, such as anxiety due to work, royal jelly can help soothe the nerves; fifth, elderly people with weak constitution and chronic diseases, such as coronary heart disease, severe hypertension, etc.

Even if you eat it, it should not exceed a few grams per day.There used to be a property in my work unit, in my forties, I heard outside sales and thought that eating royal jelly would improve my beauty, but I took it for half a year, and in the second year, my physical examination revealed uterine fibroids, which were fine the year before.Therefore, if there are not a lot of hormones in itself, too much supplementation of exogenous hormones will burden the body.

If women want to supplement hormones for beauty purposes, the safer ones are phytohormones, also known as "estrogen-like hormones", which are safe for the body.Beans generally contain estrogen-like hormones, such as soybeans, lentils, black beans, etc. In addition, corn and sweet potatoes also contain estrogen-like hormones, so you can eat some appropriately.Girls who love to eat corn cobs and sweet potatoes have good skin. This is what I found out through observation, but unfortunately we don't like to eat them.

The last chapter talked about tonifying the kidney, and there are many ways to calm the liver. In fact, the cooling and detoxifying vegetables we usually eat are all calming the liver.The purslane mentioned in the previous chapter is a good thing for calming the liver and detoxifying.There is also blood tofu, which is the blood of pigs, sheep, cattle and ducks. Every kind of blood tofu has the effect of calming the liver, and duck blood has the best effect.However, most of the current blood is blended with unknown things - if pig blood is used to pretend to be duck blood, it is still polite, it is very dirty, and I dare not buy it from outside.If you can buy blood tofu from a safe source, you can eat some in the market. It not only calms the liver, but also removes the "garbage" in our body. It is a human body scavenger.

There is the simplest and most affordable way to calm the liver, drink chrysanthemum tea, chrysanthemum detoxifies the liver, and protects the eyes.People with blurred vision or decreased vision should often drink some chrysanthemum tea, especially computer users. A cup of chrysanthemum green tea can not only protect the eyes and calm the liver, but also prevent radiation.

Dried chrysanthemums should be available anywhere. I feel that this thing is very common, so friends who live on campus can also drink it. It is troublesome to cook it without a fire.According to the medicinal effect, Hangbaiju is more effective in relieving liver fire, and Gongju is better in calming lung fire, but Hangbaiju has a strong taste, so you can buy Gongju if you are not used to drinking it.

As for wolfberry, red dates, etc., you can add it. After pouring into boiling water, it is recommended to cover it for 15 minutes and then drink it. If you want to add longan, it will take 30 minutes.In addition, wash the dried longan and brew it whole, don't peel off the shell, the longan shell can nourish the kidney.

Tomorrow morning I will get up at six o'clock to catch the train and go to Nanjing to visit the grave. Our wife, grandparents are all buried near Nanjing.

I really miss the chicken and duck blood soup in Nanjing, as well as the food on Hunan Road>_