HP's Foreign Land

The space littered with rubbish behind the swing door is Cyprian’s reception hall. Today, the outline of the information desk can be vaguely recognized. The countertop is wrapped by a torn chandelier, and the black flower pot beside the table is tilted to and fro, and the soil and rubbish in the pot mixed together.There are large and small cobwebs hanging in the corner of the wall, and the wick of the wall lamp jumps up from time to time like a short circuit. The dim light casts ghostly projections around, and the lines piled up with garbage hide the mystery that is about to come out, adding a bit of gloom to the dead space.

The wizard at the gate led the two of them through the hall to the iron gate on the side.

"Be careful where you step." The guard yelled vaguely.

Almost at the same moment, Heimdall leaned over. If Snape hadn't caught him quickly, he would have embraced the rubbish all over the floor.

Heimdall stood up straight with lingering fear, thanked him softly, and Snape silently patted him on the back.

The corners of Heimdall's upturned mouth were obscured by the dim environment. He lowered his head, and the rats all over the ground moved back and forth unimpeded under the feet of the three of them.Even people who have no prejudice against mice can't help but feel their scalp tingle when they see this scene.

"These rats are not very friendly. Be careful where you step, and don't cause trouble for yourself." The guard walked through the iron mesh gate briskly.

Heimdall is especially glad that he was careful when he entered the door and didn't let Xiaoqiang's troops out.If he was not mistaken, these shrunken mice were not the Motra mice he thought, but the hook shrew (qú), which was more aggressive than the model, and was named after its snout, which was like a sharp hook.The hook shrew has a similar appearance to the mannequin mouse, with sea anemone-like tentacles on its back, but it is a prosthesis used to confuse the enemy, and does not have the medicinal value of the mannequin tentacles.

The saliva of the hook shrew is poisonous, unlike the chimera, which can make people die of pain with a bite.The saliva of the hook shrew has a certain paralyzing effect, that is, it will not be hard to bear if bitten.Being bitten by a hook shrew will not kill you except for the blackness and pus around the wound. If the number of hook shrews exceeds 10, it is more dangerous. Judging by the animal injury level uniformly divided by the International Wizarding Medical Organization, 10 The toxin power of a hook shrew can be ranked at the end of the medium hazard, and if there are more than 20, it will directly jump to the high hazard.

It is worth mentioning that hook shrews are passive monsters and do not take the initiative to attack people under normal circumstances, but they are social creatures, as long as they attack one, it will attract a swarm of retaliation.A litter here is not a family unit, but a family.The family of hook shrews is very large, and the one who is having fun at the feet of Heimdall right now may be a large family. According to visual inspection, there are at least 40 of them, and they are attacked by a group of 40 or so... It can only end in tragedy.

So Heimdall inserted one foot deep and one shallow between the hook shrews like a space roamer, and moved forward slowly, until he successfully moved to the iron mesh door before he was relieved.Looking back, there were pairs of small mung bean-like eyes glowing faintly green in the darkness. Chief Sturlusson couldn't help swallowing, and turned his head decisively to see nothing.

"These babes are well-fed, well-clothed, well-behaved, and won't attack people blindly." Amused by Heimdall's cautious look, the guard grinned, revealing his big black teeth.

"Lead the way," Snape said coldly.

The guard glanced at Snape, and the corner of his mouth moved nervously again. The bright yellow light cast his projection on the gray-white wall, like a hook shrew magnified several times.

The hospital has been abandoned for many years, the elevators cannot be used, and only the most common passages can be used.According to the guard's explanation, the passage was dredged later.

"Have you been guarding here?" Heimdall asked seemingly casually as they passed by an embedded object that looked like an exhaust fan.

"It's been many years... so long that I don't even remember the time." The guard's lantern opened up a bright path in this semi-enclosed space, and the darkness kept chasing after them. into a small point until completely swallowed.

When Heimdall wondered if the Belgian Ministry of Magic had forgotten him, the guard told them they were there.

"The first basement is the outpatient department, and the second basement is the inpatient area." The guard pushed open the swing door that was very similar to the external entrance. The words Cyprien on the door were slightly clearer than the one on the ground.

"I'll take you to the reference room. Follow me closely. It's a big place and it's easy to get lost. If you can't get out, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance." That's what the permit says, and the guards don't seem to plan to put them in the hospital. Walk around.

After walking a few steps, the guard reminded again, "Disapparation is not available here, I hope you two can take care of yourself."

Snape and Heimdall glanced at each other quickly, suppressed their doubts at the same time, chose to be vigilant and wait and see what happened.

The outpatient department is not much cleaner than the reception hall upstairs. The corridors are piled with bed sheets, pillows and other items in disorder. Large and small potion bottles are scattered all over the floor. Without exception, they are all metal products, and they will be stepped on if they are not careful.

With the consent of the guards, Heimdall took out his wand and turned on the fluorescent light. With Snape's cooperation, he slowed down his pace slightly, and observed the pictorials, parchment and other things posted on the corridor wall to the maximum extent.Without exception, the papers were all signed before the 80s. He also saw a poster in the 50s that was used to publicize the many harms of invasive diseases to wizards. Intrusive diseases are diseases from the Muggle world, and wizards occasionally Can be infected, most of them are individual diseases, and they are not contagious.

Wizards who get Muggle diseases are basically waiting to die, because wizards have no specific medicines for such diseases, and even the most common flu is fatal. The poster in the 50s was used to warn wizards not to go to the Muggle world if they had nothing to do. If they died, they might infect their relatives and friends.People are always full of fear of the unknown, just like Muggles are afraid of wizards and magic, and wizards are also afraid of various diseases of Muggles.

(PS: Let’s make a fuss here. Xiaolong’s grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, didn’t die of syphilis. It should be chickenpox and herpes. From the original text, it seems to be dragon herpes. We chewed it. It’s probably herpes zoster, serious The complications are quite scary, if the wizard does not have targeted treatment, it will indeed become warped... There is a deviation in the translation of a certain mainstream version, and the description of this point in the upper part of the foreign land is also tragically biased.)

Next to a collapsed display case, Heimdall saw a poster with black and white photos of the event. On it, he saw Karel Di Rupo, who was younger than when he died, and several therapists. The wizards stood together beaming, as if they were being interviewed by the media for something good.It was a pity that Heimdall couldn't read French, so he forced himself to write down the faces of these therapists, which might come in handy later.

The doors of some rooms were open, and Heimdall couldn't help but look curiously when he passed by, but it was a pity that it was dark inside and the time was short, so he couldn't see clearly.

The guard kicked away a few glass bottles, making a loud noise, and the sound echoed in the empty corridor for a long time.

"Why was Cyprian shut down?" Heimdall asked suddenly.

The guard didn't answer for a long time, Heimdall was puzzled, and couldn't help thinking about it, the guard yelled suddenly, "Who is it?" Then the guard frowned as if he had noticed something, and rushed out, "You son of a bitch, don't let me caught you!"

Heimdall chased after a few steps symbolically. The guard didn't look young, but his legs and feet were very flexible. He ran away in a blink of an eye. Heimdall turned around and walked side by side with Snape.

"What now?" Heimdall said.

"I don't know if it's aimed at us," Snape pondered for a moment. "Don't worry about that for now, we will take care of our actions. Pay attention to your surroundings, and don't act rashly if you find the situation. Evacuate quickly after the search."

Heimdall nodded.

Snape took out his wand and lit the lumos.

Without a guide, they groped awkwardly in the corridor, looking for the legendary reference room.

"I think this hospital is weird." Heimdall whispered.

"what have you found?"

"No, it just doesn't feel right to me."

Snape smiled. "Wizard hospitals are all the same."

"Probably, I haven't seen any other abandoned hospitals." Heimdall shrugged.

Snape was about to say something when his expression changed.

"What's the matter..." Heimdall stopped talking before he finished asking. He turned around at the same time as the professor, holding up the fluorescent lights.

"You smell it?" Snape said.

"There is a burnt smell."

As soon as Heimdall finished speaking, there was a fierce roar in the corridor, as if the Shattering Curse hit something, more like the scene after the boom explosion took effect.

"Don't tell me we went wrong, let alone tell me that there is the reference room."

He and the professor walked quickly to the outside of the room. The explosion was huge, but the flames were not completely lit. Most of the fire was concentrated in a row of iron cabinets against the wall, and two-thirds of it had been burned.Several cabinets fell to the ground, and debris scattered in the room.

Snape began to chant spells to put out the fire, and Heimdall also joined the fire-fighting ranks and carried out data rescue.Fortunately, this room is not small, and the range of combustion is relatively small, without forming a scale.The fire was gradually brought under control.The two rescued a lot of parchment, and they pulled it out when they saw it, regardless of whether it was useful or not.

Heimdall took out his cloth bag, stuffed all these materials into it, and then snatched some from the fire, leaving some that were really unusable, and stuffed the rest into the bag, ready to go.

After the fire in the room was completely controlled and extinguished, the two left the room in a mess.Heimdall carefully put away the cloth bag that was compressed and recompressed by magic.At this time, the guard ran back out of breath, and seeing the tragic situation in the room, he couldn't help crying and swearing.

"Damn you bastards...I'm going to take your skin off..."

"Didn't catch anyone?" Heimdall wiped his face.

The guard shook his head numbly at the scorched room, probably because he was too shocked, and forgot to ask them if the things in the room were in good condition.He said to them listlessly: "The reference room is at the end of the corridor, and it's the one with the bronze plaque on the door."

It turns out there are hints!

Heimdall pretended to comfort him a few words, followed behind Snape, and followed the guards to the door of the reference room silently.

"It's often attacked here?" Snape asked.

"Occasionally, it's mostly petty theft, to see if there is anything valuable, and then pick it up and sell it for money." The guard took out a bunch of keys from his waist, fumbled for a while, pulled out one of them, and opened the door. "The hall above ground has even recruited Muggle thieves."

The reference room is within the scope of deliberate protection, unlike the mess and disorder in other places, everything seems to be in order.

The guard left the lantern in the room, and the small space was immediately lit up, saving Heimdall the effort of displaying spells. The two put away their wands and began to look at the furnishings in the room.

"I brought these materials from other places in the hospital. You can find whatever you want for the order you gave at the beginning." After the guard finished speaking, he came to the door, rustled a few times, lit his pipe, and looked vicissitudes of life. Dripping and puffing.

Snape stared at the file cabinets neatly arranged in a circle in the room, sighed helplessly, and split the work with Heimdall to look up.

Time passed quietly amidst the sound of flipping pages and occasional voices, and when they returned to the ground tiredly, the sun was setting and the shadows of the buildings stretched long on the ground.

"It's rewarding." Heimdall lay down on the table and was lazy.

"We found the names of nearly a hundred medical staff recorded in the hospital, as well as the contact addresses they left behind." Snape put the things they copied from the documents in front of Hollingworth.

If you search one by one according to the list, the workload will be huge, and the wizard is determined to remain anonymous, and Merlin is at a loss what to do.

Hollingworth took it with a sullen face.

"I have it here too." Heimdall took out the cloth bag, opened it, and the black parchment and other things poured out, covering the entire table in a short while, and the pungent burning smell instantly permeated the entire room.

Hollingworth frowned, "...this arduous task is entrusted to you, Sturlusson."

"Don't," Heimdall paled in shock. "I'm just a rookie with little experience and an embarrassing task. Don't think so highly of me!"

Hollingworth gave him a blank look, and the latter immediately lowered his head with his chest in his arms.

Snape changed the subject calmly, "That hospital is weird."

"How?" Hollingworth expressed concern.

"I can't say why, but the feeling told me so."

Hearing Snape's unhesitating offer of his own judgment, Heimdall murmured, "The professor is my uncle."

"We also came across people who were suspected thieves," Heimdall said.

"Thief?" Hollingworth wondered.

"The guard wizard told us that although Cyprian has been closed for nearly 20 years, it has been thieves from time to time, and it seems that there are also today. They ran very fast and disappeared without seeing anything. Then again, if it weren't Someone set it on fire, and we can't get these yet." Heimdall pointed to the charred documents on the table.

"What's there?" Hollingworth couldn't figure out why there were thieves thinking about that place.

"I don't know." Heimdall shook his head.

"We didn't go down to the second basement level." Snape looked grave.

Hollingworth raised his eyebrows, "You mean..."

Snape shook his head, "It's hard to say anything without going down."

"The guard's words are a bit suspicious." Heimdall suddenly thought of a certain detail.

"What did he say?" Hollingworth asked.

"When we met, he said that he had never seen us. If it was a completely closed place, why would he say such a thing? Isn't it normal that he has never seen us? Or is it that the Belgian Ministry of Magic has been secretly paying attention to that hospital? Movement?" Heimdall still couldn't figure this out.

"Maybe he's an employee of the Belgian Ministry of Magic?" Snape speculated.

Hollingworth said: "According to the information we have received, the guard sent by the Belgian Ministry of Magic is a Squib." And the Squib cannot work in the local Ministry of Magic. The principle of coincidence.Even in informal departments such as maintenance, Squibs are rarely recruited to work for them.

No wonder he didn't see the man using his wand, Heimdall nodded.

"You have a point." Hollingworth welcomes the skeptical.

Director Stulusson, who was praised, patted his head in embarrassment, "By the way, boss, why was that hospital closed? It was clearly in full swing back then." The posters posted were very intuitive.

"It can be found that the war was caused by the war. After the war broke out, Cyprian's therapists responded to the call of the governments of various countries and devoted themselves to the front line of the war to save the sick and treat the sick. Most of the medical staff in the war The number of medical staff decreased sharply, and after the victory of the war, Cyprian was completely closed at the end of 1976 due to lack of healers."

"It doesn't make sense," Heimdall shook his head. "Aren't there any other therapists? The hospital can recruit more people. Delaying the closure in 76 means that there are people before it."

Hollingworth was silent for a moment, "When I left the building of the International Federation of Wizards the day before yesterday, Chief Gironde hinted to me that the matter of Cyprian is not as simple as it appears on the surface. If we get to the bottom of the reason for its closure, The chief can't say what kind of obstacles we will encounter."

Heimdall understood his hint, not only did he understand, Snape also remained silent.

After a while, Heimdall pretended to be cheerful and said, "We are investigating Di Rupo, and it has nothing to do with Cyprian. Don't put pressure on yourself."

Hollingworth raised the corners of his mouth and rolled his eyes, pointing at the mess.

"Then I will trouble you, trainee judge Sturluson."

Heimdall frowned.

[(One-third of this page was burned)... On the ninth day when I came to Cyprian Hospital, Brauns, who came in on the same day as me, had already started to help his mentor sort out patient data, and I was still like a Ghosts roamed the upper and lower floors.

Bolance reminded me that if you have nothing to do, you should hang around in front of your mentor, or find work yourself, and then let your mentor find out and attract the attention of your mentor.Hanging around like this day after day is not a solution - I still have to pay rent, eat, have a girlfriend, my safe at Gringotts is empty and has deposited a thick layer of dust, it's time to add some something.He guessed that my tutor might like to eat this set.

I don't help poor patients to make myself different, let alone stand out.Every therapist here is ruthless as if they are meeting the target. They use patients as props for promotion and wealth, and I am just eager to fulfill the responsibility of a therapist.

记于1951年2月11日深夜12点47分。】

"Rig, it's our turn."

Peter's voice sounded next to his ears, and Heimdall put the torn piece of paper into his notebook and clipped it.

"What are you looking at? I've been holding that torn piece of paper and looking at it since just now." Peter was curious.

"I don't know what to do with some of the materials I saved from Cyprian. When I flipped through them yesterday, I found that some pieces of paper seemed to be written in a diary style, so I tried to sort them out and arrange them in time."

"Did you find anything?"

"Honey, today, no, to be more precise, I read the first one just now. I don't know who the owner of the diary is."

"Oh." Peter didn't care at all.

"Did you talk about us?" Heimdall asked.

"That's right, it's our time." Peter remembered now, and brought him to the service desk. The sweet-looking young witch smiled at the two of them.

Today, the task of the two of them is to find clues about Di Rupo's past. Heimdall thought that after accepting the task of sorting out the charred materials, he would not have to take on other jobs for the time being. Unexpectedly, his boss could not understand him living in the dormitory. Being lazy, I have to drag him out for a walk.

The place where he and Peter are now is Denmark, one of the constituent countries of Scandinavia, and the country where Karel Di Rupo once lived and studied.Since Di Rupo's relatives are temporarily helpless, they can only try to catch them from the past tense.

"It has been checked just now, and the identity verification submitted by the two of you has passed. May I ask you what else do you need our help for?" The consultation office of the Danish Ministry of Magic is always refreshing.This is the most prestigious department for beauties in the entire Nordic region, and any female wizard working here will look as juicy as a spring onion.

The Ministry of Magic of each country has its own characteristics, and the beauty consultation office is probably one of the most talked about features of the Danish Ministry of Magic.They also have a "feature" that makes people talk about it.

It's a pity that the two brothers who came today are destined not to be tempted by sugar-coated bullets. Chief Strulusson doesn't have this string, and Comrade Peter's string hasn't been fully stretched yet.

"We want to find out the address of Rasmussen Witchcraft Academy, but no one knows the place after asking around." Peter complained half-truthfully.

"That college has been closed." The beauty consultant replied.

"Closed?" Peter seemed surprised. "Then, what should I do... My grandfather graduated from that school. He wanted to meet his old classmates, but he lost his contact information. He wanted to find it through the school..."

"Don't your grandpa know? When the college was closed, a letter was sent to every alumni."

Peter shook his head, with a straight face, "I don't know."

The beauty couldn't bear his aggressive innocent gaze, turned around and took out a heavy booklet, opened the hard cover, and rummaged through it.Heimdall couldn't even read the words clearly, but the beauty acted like a god, and the speed was dizzying.

"Ah, I found it." The beauty pointed to one of the pages and said. "The last headmaster of Rasmussen Wizarding Academy opened a Rasmussen Bar in Copenhagen. I heard that the bar used to be a meeting place for alumni who graduated from Rasmussen Wizarding Academy. Maybe you can go there Inquire about the situation."

The beauty copied the address to Peter, and Peter thanked and thanked him gratefully, and the beauty was amused.

Heimdalsensen felt that the baby might be talented in some way.

Peter was about to pull Heimdall to leave, but Heimdall said to wait a moment, in exchange for him to get close to that beautiful woman.

"I would like to inquire about registering a marriage in Denmark," Heimdall said.

The beauty's eyes lit up, she couldn't help puffing out her chest and retracting her abdomen, her gaze was fiery.

"Please ask."

Peter looked surprised.

Heimdall asked, "I'm not Danish, can Icelandic wizards register in Denmark? Will Iceland recognize it?"

"You can register." The beauty explained to him very actively. "Iceland and Denmark are both members of the Nordic United Council of Wizards. Marriage registration is the same, that is, no matter which country you register in the Nordic Council, the rest of the countries will recognize the legality of marriage."

"Do both parties have to be members of the Nordic Council?"

"Theoretically, we will recognize one party, but we don't guarantee whether your partner's country will recognize it." This beautiful woman is very talkative, and she does not directly define it as a girlfriend, but uses a more inclusive "partner".

Heimdall thought that Bulgaria should not be a problem. From the perspective of kinship, the Bulgarian minister is Victor's cousin-in-law, and the cousin-in-law seems to be quite powerful.

"Why do you want to register in Denmark?" Peter always asked whenever he had something to say, and this time was no exception.

The beauty heard the disapproval in his words, and resisted not to defend herself, but looked at Heimdall expectantly.

Heimdall did not disappoint the beauty, "Because it is difficult to get married in Denmark, and divorce is even more difficult."

That's right, Denmark is known throughout the wizarding world as a country where marriage is difficult and divorce is even more difficult.If you want to register your marriage in Denmark, you will have to face a review period of nearly six months. What to review specifically, just wait for the Danish Ministry of Magic to send letters from time to time asking you for such and such information.According to the memories of those who experienced it, the process was difficult, because they did not take the usual path, they might not ask you to produce mainstream materials, and they always caught you off guard.On the other hand, if the two of them really can't live on and want to divorce, it will be even more difficult.So far, the shortest and easiest divorce proceedings have been handled for two and a half years, and there are so many troublesome measures in it. Many couples are about to have a nervous breakdown in the end, and then start to doubt themselves...

All in all, getting married in Denmark is not the most frustrating, only more frustrating.There is a saying in the wizarding world: Marriage is the grave of love, and Denmark is the hell of marriage.

"Can't you think about it?" Peter thought without thinking again.

The beautiful consultant secretly rolled his eyes at him, and then exchanged winks with the sisters around him.

Due to the perverted marriage procedures and even more perverted divorce procedures in the Danish wizarding government, almost no one came to register for marriage, but whenever someone came to inquire about the process, all the staff would show [-]% patience and smile, looking forward to pulling Denmark has a near-negative wizard marriage rate.All the wizards in the country have gone to other countries to get married, and the wizard marriage registry in Denmark is ridiculously idle all day long.Even so, they didn't want to repent, and insisted on going through the torment to the end.

So when Heimdall opened his mouth, all the beauties in the consulting office were in a commotion.

"If you and your partner are willing to register in Denmark, the Ministry of Magic will provide various discounts." Another black-haired beauty behind the beauty jumped up and emphasized.

Heimdall is embarrassing, and there are discounts?

"What discount?" Director Strulusong firmly refused to admit that the gift of God made him very flustered.

"We cover all the wedding expenses."

"anything else?"

"The cost of sending items such as invitations is also covered by us. We can even provide courier services for free to ensure that every guest receives the mail without charging a copper nat."

"Any more?"

"If the wedding venue is offered by us, we may be able to get a good discount."

"Is it gone?"

Several beauties formed a group, and then the brunette replied, "If you and your partner are honeymooning in Denmark, there is also a discount on the cost."

Heimdall looked unmoved, "That's it?"

The beauties are gone, isn't that enough?Basically you don't have to spend money!

The beauties shook their heads helplessly.

Heimdall stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Can you discuss with the higher-ups and come up with a specific preferential plan? If my partner thinks it is good, we will register in Denmark."

The beauty wanted to say that he was pushing his feet, but she couldn't, holding back was very hard, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Leave a name, let's go and report." A beautiful woman came out to smooth things over in order to perfunctory Heimdall.

Heimdall wrote down her name on the notebook she pushed over, and the beauty took it and glanced at it, her expression was startled, and then she licked her lips, her small eyes were very happy: "You are Mr. Strulusson?"

Most Nordic wizards like to call him that, Rommel is the chairman of Sturluson, so Rommel's only son is referred to as Mr. Sturluson Jr.

"I am." Heimdall nodded.

The beauties came back to their senses, and their excitement was beyond words. They all knew who Heimdall's partner was.

The black-haired beauty hurriedly emphasized, "We must report your thoughts."

"Thank you," Heimdall said. "What do I need to prepare for the half-year review?"

The brunette beauty hurriedly pulled out two thick forms and handed them over, "Please fill out these two application forms with your partner, and then send them back to the Danish Ministry of Magic at the address below the form. The next thing will have to wait for the Ministry of Magic We will make a decision after reviewing the application forms of the two of you."

Heimdall nodded.

The beauty seemed to be afraid of his repentance, and hinted, "If you really have the heart, it won't take half a year."

Heimdall said he didn't care, "I need time, half a year is fine."

The beauty was puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask more questions, she just smiled decently.

Heimdall thought to himself that he had to communicate with his father in detail first, and it was too emotional and unscientific to kill first and then play magic.

Chief Sturluson had a hunch that such a pervert must be in line with the master's wishes.