HP's Foreign Land

"...I didn't expect Spain to be so excited." Mr. No. 4 breathed a sigh of relief. Half an hour ago, he had just sent away the French representative who had finished the European meeting this morning.

"They are not afraid that others will know that they are very excited. I feel that they are bound to win. They tried their best to create pressure on me from the beginning, with sharp tone and sharp words, and they only looked for places that seemed to be unable to withstand scrutiny. Seizing every opportunity for release, he is not afraid of colliding with other countries, not afraid of offending people, and appears very confident." Heimdall said.

No. 4's expression is a bit gloomy, and no one wants to be an enemy of others.Although the French Ministry of Magic did not notify in advance of the cross-border investigation on this matter, it was really deceiving people too much, and it is not to blame Spain for making use of the topic, but after their high-profile disturbance, the French Ministry of Magic, which was still a little shrunk, suddenly felt guilty. Most of it is gone.

However, the Spanish Ministry of Magic does not care about the small thoughts of the French Ministry of Magic at all.

"Did the old gentleman say nothing?" Heimdall asked. "Is his mental state really that bad?"

Number 4 shook his head, "His spirit is very good."

"Your representative..." Heimdall suddenly realized, by the way, why did he forget, don't be the same as playing politics.

"What did you ask?" Heimdall couldn't help leaning forward.

No. 4 glanced at the young new partner who was always expressionless and focused, and said: "Whenever I talk to him about Karel Di Rupo, he curses."

Heimdall asked in surprise, "What did you scold? He knows about the wizarding world?"

"We didn't quite understand what he said. We only found out after looking for colleagues in the Muggle Research Department. It seems to be a dispute over money. Most of the material supplements Karel Di Rupo promised to him at the beginning were not implemented. So he keeps claiming that Karel Di Rupo is a liar, a hypocrite."

"You can't take his word for it, especially when money is involved," Heimdall said. "Mr. Carel Di Rupo is the only relative left? Maybe you can ask other relatives."

No. 4 is why, "Only this person knows the existence of the magical world. He used to have a close relationship with Karel, and Karel almost talked to him about everything."

"Then you should find another person to inquire about it. In the past, once the close relationship turned against each other, slander and smearing are easy to do, and it is easy to find weak points that others don't know about to attack. The result often becomes confusing, very similar to that."

Number 4 nodded.

"You don't have to worry about this matter. Anyway, the matter is public. Leave it to your Muggle research department to handle it." Heimdall saw that he looked bitter, and based on the revolutionary friendship of eating guns and singing the Internationale together, Heimdall said comfortingly. "You can pretend to be a policeman, make an unwarranted small crime, and ask Karel's relatives to assist in the investigation. Muggles generally pay more attention to the police's door-to-door questions. As long as there is no conflict with personal interests, more than 80.00% of people will not lie. Say nothing."

"I understand. I'll discuss it with the people in the ministry when I go back." No. 4 glanced at the trainee detective uncomfortably at this point.

Heimdall understood, and said to Peter: "Why hasn't the drink we ordered come yet?"

"I'll go and see." Peter jumped up, then sat back down. "No, I can't leave you."

Heimdall was a little surprised.

No. 4 decided to be blunt, "Why do you keep staring at me?" Mr. Paul Fines fidgeted when he was stared at by those particularly focused eyes.

"I picture you in my heart." Peter was particularly poetic, and continued to look at it with high wattage.

Number 4's expression is a bit wooden.

As a partner, Heimdall hurriedly gave a supplementary explanation, "He doesn't recognize faces very much, it will take some time." Then he turned to Peter, "Didn't you say that you can remember smells?" I thought you were being a hooligan.

"He doesn't remember well." Peter pursed his lips.

"I can remember him, but it's not easy to remember?" Director Sturlusson firmly refused to believe it.

"You don't wear perfume, he is firmly controlled by the smell of perfume all over his body, and I can't smell his own scent at all."

Chief Stuluson realized that, to Peter, this was called "sweet and fragrant".

Number 4 is melancholy, firmly control?What's the matter with this feeling of guilt caused by perfume?In addition, what is the background of this partner of Sturluson?Actually remember people through the sense of smell.

Of course Peter would not explain the ins and outs to him. Number 4 decided to act together with them today. The three left from the back door of the wizard bar and stood under the eaves.

"Where are we going?" Heimdall believed that Peter must be more skilled than himself in investigating cases.

Peter was lost in thought.

Outside the back door of the bar is an inaccessible side road, which is sandwiched by tall buildings on both sides, and the sunlight cannot come in. Even in the daytime, the light on the road is very dim.

An old Muggle lady with little legs turned in from another street, perhaps trying to cut corners.The old lady was holding a dog leash in her hand, and on the other end of the chain was a chihuahua that was not very good-looking, and had a bad temper, barking vigorously whenever she saw strangers.

The old lady's eyes were not very good, and she didn't seem to notice that the three strangers were close at hand. She walked in front of them with her pet dog. It looked as if they were going to swallow the three of them alive.

Peter, who was thinking about a major problem, was distracted by this crazy Chihuahua, so his eyes slanted, the aggressive Chihuahua swung around, turned around and ran away with a low howl, and the old lady with inconvenient legs groaned again and again , "Slow down, slow down..."

Peter was in a good mood and said to Heimdall, "I don't know!"

"...You came up with this after thinking for a long time?"

"Just do it if you have any idea, I will supervise, and you can't make mistakes in keeping it." Peter was full of confidence.

Chief Sturluson is feeling more and more insecure.

"If you have no plans for the time being, would you like to listen to my suggestion?" Number 4 said softly.

"Tell me, our staff and staff." Peter waved his hand.

Heimdall gave No. 4 a dumbfounding look, and No. 4 shook his head to express that he didn't mind.

"That's right," said Four. "I made an appointment with two people before I came. They should be able to help us in the investigation of the saints. Do you want to come together?" After speaking, he looked at Heimdall.

Peter was also looking at Heimdall.

Heimdall said he was flattered, "Okay, let's go together."

Two men sat side by side on the resting bench of the Wand Museum, seemingly leisurely watching the crowds coming and going - among them were men and women, old and young.The scar on the face of the person sitting on the left end of the bench is very visually impactful, and the lining's facial features show a bit of evil spirit, which makes every wizard passing near the bench involuntarily quicken their pace.The one on the right is just the opposite. With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looks gentle and gentle, with a friendly expression, but it's a pity that he reveals his true colors when he opens his mouth.

"That girl over there is nice, the one in the red wizard robe." The gold-rimmed glasses raised her arm and thumped her companion.

His companion glanced casually, seemingly not very motivated.

"Hey, hey, see the one in the green dress? You must like it! The breasts are so big..." Anyway, he was very motivated.

His companion simply turned a deaf ear.

"Ah, this is good, this is really good!" The gold-rimmed glasses suddenly became excited. "Pay attention below the waist, look!"

His companion was annoyed by him, looked at his fingers, and wondered, "What do you want me to see below the waist?"

A wizard is basically waistless when he wears a wizard robe, but wizards don't wear wizard robes all the time, and this one is captured by the gold-rimmed glasses with piercing eyes, with the wizard robe hanging on his arm, so, there is Waisted.

"Look at his ass."

"...what happened to the butt?"

Gold-rimmed glasses with a disgusted expression looking at the old hat: "Seeing such a sexy butt, I can't help but think of his appearance in bed. Don't tell me you won't."

The companion expressed confusion at first, but under his hard-working explanation, he squinted his eyes and looked at it. With the gradual deepening of the brain, let alone, there is really a little... When that sexy butt is getting closer and closer, until it is right in front of you, wow !

The gold-rimmed glasses noticed that his expression became very subtle, "What's wrong?"

The three of them walked towards them, and No. 4, who took the lead, smiled broadly.

The gold-rimmed glasses quickly glanced at the three people in front of him, and whispered to his companion, "Is this the one you're dating?"

"I made an appointment with the one at the beginning, and the latter two may have joined temporarily and are not among the dating partners." The companion said.

A flash of excitement flashed through the gold-rimmed glasses: "Sexy little butt... No, do you know that blond boy? He looks good, but he looks a little familiar..."

"I advise you not to think of him." The companion said calmly.

Gold-rimmed glasses disagree.

"He's Victor Klum's boyfriend."

"...and you teamed up to trick the masked man Heimdall Strulusson?"

The companion nodded, "The masked man is still trapped in your place, so you have a share in cheating."

"It turned out to be him." The gold-rimmed glasses became lonely in an instant, as if he was quite shocked.

His companion once again warned him not to go his own way, "If you offend anyone, you can't offend the number one seeker in the world." The huge fan base alone is daunting, and the consequences of offending such people are disastrous.

"Mr. Duwab." Number 4 held out his hand after standing still.

Duwab, who was covered with scars, stood up and held the other's hand, "Hello."

The gold-rimmed glasses then stood up, exchanged some pleasantries with No. 4 under the introduction of Du Wabu, and then got acquainted with two friends of No. 4.After exchanging pleasantries, the gold-rimmed glasses reluctantly let go of Heimdall's hand, repeating in his heart, "What a pity."

Director Stulusson never imagined that a stranger had just YYed his little PP, nor could he have imagined that he would meet "Dwab the Handless" unexpectedly in this way.The initial surprise was fleeting, and when he shook hands with Du Wab and said hello, he did not reveal his secrets, and exchanged a tacit look with the other party. The two sides cooperated tacitly, and immediately acquiesced in the plot arrangement of pretending to be acquainted for the first time.

Heimdall briefly introduced the situation in the venue today, and explained his personal experience in Spain that day under the suggestion of No. 4.

"So I guess they're not saints," he concluded at last.

"This is just your personal opinion." After finishing the gold-rimmed glasses, he looked at the antique wand in the display window.

Heimdall also looked over, "It's indeed my personal opinion."

At this time, the five of them achieved the purpose of secret conversation through seemingly random visits in Hall 1 of the Wand Museum.

"You should know the purpose of our coming here. If we are not saints, we will not accompany you." The gold-rimmed glasses said bluntly.

Du Wab didn't say a word, it was a tacit agreement.

No. 4's expression was tense. This group of scavengers focused only on the pursuit of the saints, and they didn't pay attention to other people at all. If someone accidentally got in their way, they would eradicate them without thinking.Peter was still as careless as he was. During the visit, he bumped into the glass again recklessly, making a "bang" sound, and the whole piece of glass shook.

"The purpose of contacting you is to find out whether my guess is correct. Did Mr. Fines have other requests when he invited you?" Heimdall said calmly.

The gold-rimmed glasses and Duwab looked at each other, and then raised the corners of their mouths, "You're right."

Heimdall laughed too.

After that, the five of them didn't talk any more, and just walked through the No. 1 exhibition hall.

The gold-rimmed glasses said: "Find a place to sit."

Others have no objection.

Fifteen minutes later they were seated at a street cafe.

Duwab took out a book and put it on the table, the others couldn't help sitting up straight, staring at the old book with a black cover.Duwab opened the hard cover, and when he turned to the first page, No. 4 said in surprise: "Could it be that these are all photos of saints' activities?"

Duwab said with a blank face: "There are very few photos of the event, mostly ordinary photos from Muggle cameras." Even with magical processing, the clarity is still not satisfactory.

No. 4 looked at the pages of photos, with unpredictable expressions.Wizards who work in the Ministry of Magic always think that the information they have is the most complete in the world. Unexpectedly, Duwab completely overturned his previous self-righteousness with just a small show. No. 4 stared at the extremely precious information, and his mind was spinning a thousand times.

Heimdall didn't have the time to take care of No. 4's emotions meticulously. As soon as the photos appeared, he couldn't take his eyes off them until Duwab's hand touched a certain page, and Heimdall covered the page with four photos on it. Don't let Duwab continue to scroll down.

"Which one?" Duwab was unambiguous.

Heimdall pointed to the picture on the upper left, "I have seen this person, not the time in Spain, there was a group of people who attacked me inexplicably during the summer vacation of the fourth grade, maybe they thought I knew something. The identity of the person came out - at least it felt like a saint to me at the time, and these desperadoes burned my wand, and this guy was there at the time."

The time when the little apple was burned was because the scene after that was relatively chaotic. The cloaks of many wizards were lifted for various reasons during the battle. Although they could not be seen very clearly, they could still be identified.

Duwab's expression turned gloomy at that moment, making his calf cramp.

"This guy is still alive?!" The gold-rimmed glasses were speechless.

"Am I wrong?" Heimdall hesitated.

"That's not what it means." Duwab didn't want to talk more.

The gold-rimmed glasses didn't care about the low air pressure created by Duwab, and answered their questions, "In the eyes of outsiders, our saint hunters' actions lack organization and seem to be arbitrary, which generally gives people a bad impression. How should I put it, no matter In any circle, there are always one or two bastards who are holding back, but most saint hunters don’t care much about their own image. We take it as our duty to wipe out the remnants of saints, and what others think is beyond our consideration.”

Number 4 couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.Heimdall, who also understood it, thought to himself that since he didn't care, why did he say this for no reason?The baby Peter is still free, and his focus has always been different.

The gold-rimmed glasses cleared his throat, and said again, "Actually, we are turf holders, which means that the saint is under your control in your turf. If he goes to other hunters' turf, on the premise of not disturbing local vipers." You can continue to act on your own terms."

Heimdall pointed to the bald-faced wizard in the photo, "You mean this person went to another saint hunter's territory?"

"I thought he was dead." Duwab said suddenly. "That's what my partner told me."

Saint hunters are called "partners" whether they know each other or not.

"Based on the analysis of the current situation, there are no more than two results: one, you have been deceived, and the reason for deceiving you is unknown, and the possibility that that partner has betrayed you cannot be ruled out; two, that partner has also been fooled. If it is the second , the level of the situation is about to rise to a higher level." Heimdall rubbed his two thumbs.

Everyone couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Brother Peter slammed the table down, "Okay, good analysis, you basically said what I think."

The other four suddenly looked haggard.

The gold-rimmed glasses quickly adjusted his mood, and asked Heimdall, "What kind do you think it is?"

Heimdall thought for a while, "The first reaction is the second, but according to my analysis of the Spanish incident, the first is more likely."

"We never doubt our partners for no reason." Duwab said in a muffled voice.

Heimdall said without hesitation, "So I'm not a saint hunter."

Duwab was even more depressed.

"Can I see other photos? Maybe there are some familiar ones." Heimdall suggested.

Duwab pushed the notebook to him.

Heimdall read it carefully from the beginning, and suddenly stopped when he was about to turn to the last page. He held up the book and held it up to the light for a long time, then pointed to an ordinary photo that was not an active photo and said, "This man, when he burned my wand last time He was also there when he was in Spain." The new hatred adds to the old hatred, and you can recognize it even when it turns into ashes.

Du Wab hurriedly took it, and others joined in.The photo is very blurry, and the main characters in the photo are not clearly outlined, let alone those background minions.

The gold-rimmed glasses squinted for a long time before surrendering, "I've never seen this person before."

"Small roles," Duwab said.

From the position of this person in the photo, it can be seen that the ordinary follower is not a high-ranking saint.

No. 4 sat back on the chair, "I am more and more convinced of Strulusson's analysis. One is a former saint who is said to have died; the other is a fringe saint who is not popular."

Duwab looked at Heimdall, "What else? Is there anyone else you know?"

Heimdall shook his head regretfully.

"It's quite remarkable to be able to recognize two." The gold-rimmed glasses affirmed Heimdall's visual inspection level.

When it was time to break up, the gold-rimmed glasses held Heimdall's hand and thanked him for his help. Heimdall said in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly: "Don't stare at me like that again, it's right My biggest thanks."

The old man with gold-rimmed glasses cheekily pretended to be innocent, "What look?"

Heimdall imitated a Malfoy smirk, and withdrew his hand.

The gold-rimmed glasses looked at the sexy little PP who was fading away and sighed. Duwab really wanted to put him in a sack and decisively separate the relationship. Not all saint hunters are in such a hurry.

On Heimdall's side, No. 4 said helplessly: "I expected them to provide us with clues, but instead we provided them with free help."

"Having a good relationship with the Saint Hunter will benefit the investigations that follow. Today, we actually gained a lot. In just a few hours, we found out the identities of the two enemies." Heimdall comforted him.

No. 4's smile became even more bitter, "Why do you always come to comfort me, how old are you?"

It's not easy for Heimdall to tell him that we are just a man with a heart.

The three broke up on the street.

Heimdall and Peter turned a corner, walked through an alley, and came to another street.

"Are you shy?" Heimdall asked.

"Me? Shy of strangers?" Peter shook his head.

"You don't talk much." According to Heimdall's original plan, that is, his boss gave him instructions, he was ready to be a foil to the green leaves. The regular police comrades who are very good at cases have always kept secrets and kept silent. Heimdall was at a loss.

"Didn't your boss explain anything before you came?" Heimdall asked again.

"Of course there is an explanation..." At this point, Peter paused, and Heimdall turned around in confusion, only to see him turn around abruptly and run away.

Director Sturlusson is in a trance, what kind of trouble is this?

Regardless of Peter's small stature and thin stature, he ran like a gust of wind, comparable to a [-]-meter sprinter, and disappeared in the middle of the street in a blink of an eye, turning to another street.

Feeling overwhelmed, Heimdall thought to himself, usually people who got lost or something emphasized waiting in place, so they didn't dare to go away, suppressed the idea of ​​going to find out, and wandered back and forth in the same place.

About half an hour later, Peter reappeared, glanced here, and trotted over.Other than the messy hair and clothes, everything else is fine.After some strenuous exercise, I didn't seem to be out of breath, a little panting, but not intense.Moreover, he didn't have much thought about Heimdall's behavior of staying where he was, as if it was a matter of course.

Director Sturluson expressed his sincere envy and hatred for the sustainability of his physical strength.

"You were just..." Heimdall wasn't sure what he was doing.

"I'm chasing someone." Peter said indifferently.

"Who are you after?"

Peter glanced at him, "Someone is following us. No, it should be said to be following you."

Heimdall was extremely astonished, "Following me?"

"Since I've been with you, I've noticed that someone is following us. I dare say that no one will follow me. Then the reason must be you." Peter stepped forward.

Heimdall hurriedly followed, "Who is it?"

"It's a pity that I lost it." Peter said angrily. "That guy is very vigilant, and he's also very clever—oh!" Peter covered his face in pain, and hit the lamppost again. The pain caused him to hop, and the detective elite mode he had just picked up suddenly disappeared.

Heimdall quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his nosebleed.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Peter didn't care, thanked him and took Heimdall's handkerchief to plug his nostrils.

Seeing that he was fine, Heimdall asked, "How did you realize that someone was following us?"

"I have a good sense of smell," said Peter proudly.

Heimdall was silent for a moment, "Can I notice it?"

"An old detective with rich experience in actual combat may be able to do it, but you probably can't. That person kept a long distance just to prevent us from finding out."

Heimdall said unconvinced, "Why are you doing it?"

"I have a better sense of smell than you."

Heimdall felt that their communication was always at a weird level, but when he thought of someone following him, even though he didn't know the purpose, it was still a little creepy.

"Don't worry," Peter returned Heimdall with the handkerchief after wiping the nosebleed. "The other party has no malicious intentions for the time being, otherwise we wouldn't be so far away. I already remember his smell. As long as he dares to show up, I will definitely find him out."

Heimdall gripped the handkerchief stained with nosebleed, and said, "I feel safe." This time, he really thought so.

"Didn't you just ask what my boss explained?" Peter said.

Heimdall nodded.

Peter raised his chin domineeringly, "The higher authorities sent me to protect you."

The author has something to say: I saw a friend asking a few things about the Lacarini family, so let me talk about it here.For details, please refer to Chapter 469, which is explained by the father of Bumpman himself.

The former Minister Lacarini graduated from Durmstrang. According to the present continuous tense in the article, he is in his early 60s, older than Bumpman's father.The former minister Lacarini entered Durmstrang just in time for the end of the war, and Rommel entered after the victory of the war.

Little Raccarini, that is, Professor Raccarini of Heideggerach, was the child of the original wife of the former Minister Raccarini, and the wife had died.Lacarini Jr. is the child of the old Lacarini when he was nearly 40 years old, and he is also the only child so far.The old Lacarini announced that he would not consider remarriage after the death of his first wife. On the one hand, he pleased the Yue family—the Yue family was a strong supporter who helped him ascend to the ministerial throne. They could lift him up, and they would naturally pull him down again; On the one hand, the affectionate and tragic image symbolizes the favor of many female colleagues in the department, especially the young female colleagues...

Everyone knows at a glance the basis on which the old Lacarini and his original spouse's marriage was based.

Old La Carini has a lover who has been with him for more than ten years—Adelia Firing's sister, and old La Carini really has no plans to remarry, so in terms of title, Miss Film is a pseudo-sister-in-law.