HP's Foreign Land

When the two arrived at the injury treatment center, they were told that Anna responded to the organization's call 10 minutes ago and went to support the front line.

Half an hour ago, the border rally between Belgium and the Netherlands held every three years was attacked by a group of unidentified people. According to the information sent back by insiders, those people were wearing cloaks that were very similar to monks’ uniforms and armbands with triangular patterns— —The costume is exactly the same as that of a saint, silently mingling among the wizards in the assembly, and attacking unexpectedly and wantonly when the number of people in the assembly reaches the maximum, all the wizards present are frightened and hurt to varying degrees.So far, two wizards have lost their lives as a result of this indiscriminate disaster.

Wizard patrols from the Belgian Ministry of Magic have entered the scene to maintain law and order. With the help of therapists, the slightly injured were quickly brought under control, and the seriously injured were left in place for emergency treatment.Anna is now on the front line with therapists treating the wounded.

Heimdall and Peter rushed to the border assembly site quickly. The gymnasium borrowed from the Muggle government was in a mess, and the wounded who could not move were lying dying on the blankets laid for them by the house elves.

The two were able to enter smoothly with the help of Peter's international police force credentials, and the Ministry of Magic had previously issued martial law.

On the advice of the Ministry of Magic, the Belgian Muggle government dispatched police forces to block the streets, claiming that it was a terrorist attack, and banned nearby residents from taking to the streets once and for all, claiming that there was no accurate information showing that the danger had gone away from them.Residents generally attach importance to their own safety, except for the media chasing changes.

The Muggle police pulled up warning banners to form a solid human wall, blocking one after another media workers who tried to take advantage of the loopholes and were not afraid of risks. The cameras on their shoulders could only capture the stadium that looked the same as usual, and the reporters holding microphones Holding the press releases that are said to be first-hand information, and brainstorming with the scene where nothing can be seen.

When the local Belgian residents were terrified in front of the TV, Heimdall walked into the venue and bumped into a wizard holding a severed arm covered in blood.The pain and sharp wailing on the opponent's face made people's throat tighten.

"My bones...bones..." The tortured sorcerer thought he had found someone who could help him get rid of the pain, so he collapsed to the ground, and the broken arm in his hand fell to the ground.

Heimdall was thankful that he could understand simple French, so he rushed over and knelt beside him to check his wound, and found that the other person's condition was not optimistic, his pupils were dilated, and it was obvious that he was suffering unspeakably from the pain.Heimdall raised his hand and yelled "Help is needed here," as wizards came and went around, his plea lost in the chaos.Everyone needs help right now, and therapists and nurses have their hands full.

"I'll think about it... I'll think about it... what should I do... I remember the instructor once taught..." Heimdall comforted himself, while quickly pulling out his wand and releasing the most effective magic wand he knew on large and small wounds Generally speaking, the healing spell had little effect, and the small wounds were basically healed, except for the wound on the severed arm, which was still bleeding and black and red.

Heimdall took out his medicine bag and loudly comforted the wounded to calm the other party's panic. He took out Bai Xian and fell on the broken arm. The wounded screamed and struggled to sit up.The healing holy medicine Baixian took effect on the wound for a moment before being washed away by the blood.

"Peter! Come and help me! Peter—" Heimdall turned around, and saw Peter retreated ten meters away at some point, looking around with a pale face, like a frightened quail.

Although I don't want to understand what happened for the time being, the only thing I can be sure of is that Peter can't count on it for the time being.In desperation, he looked around and saw a grizzled therapist not far away neatly freezing the wound, and then waving his wand at a dizzying speed to perform the treatment.He got inspiration from this technique, which seems to be taught by the instructor in class... So he followed suit, no matter whether it helped the wound heal or not, what is gratifying is that the broken arm no longer bleeds.

Heimdall exchanged excited glances with the sweaty and ugly wounded man, who gave him a reassuring smile, rolled his eyes and passed out.

Heimdall said bitterly: "You are so amazing, you can actually faint just now. It's really enviable, but I want to faint too. It's a pity that even if we both faint here, no one will come here for a while Take care of us, so I'll save it first, and then I'll get dizzy depending on the situation." However, he didn't find a chance to get dizzy until the matter was settled, and that's another story.

Talking to himself to relax, Heimdall's wand smoothly penetrated three centimeters above the truncated surface.

"Reveal." As the voice fell, a small section of the arm centered on the tip of the wand began to magically become transparent, clearly showing the subcutaneous tissue down to the bone.

The current state of the bones under the skin is horrifying. No wonder the wounded man kept screaming for bones after seeing him. The bones in his arm were not only deformed and bent, but also stuck together with bones in unknown places.Heimdall quickly checked other parts, and it was surprising that such conditions appeared in many parts of his body.

This wizard has been able to survive until now with absolute perseverance, which is admirable.

Sweat dripped from Heimdall's forehead, subconsciously observing the expression of the wounded, who was unconscious.Heimdall licked his lips. He knew the principle of bone restoration—it was like he had memorized many incantations that he could not use, and he rarely had the opportunity to practice them. The number of actual operations could be counted with five fingers. He is a detainee who is terminally ill and will not be held accountable even if there is a medical accident...

"Nurse, I need a nurse!" Heimdall yelled, looking up.

The hurried footsteps stopped beside him, "What do I need to do?"

Heimdall raised his head, his eyes widened in astonishment as the other party.

"Miss Newman?" The person who responded was Scarletta Newman who hadn't seen her for a long time.

"Mr. Sturluson?" Newman asked in confusion. "How do you..."

"Stop talking about that." Heimdall interrupted her. "Blood tonic."

As expected of a professional, Scarletta quickly dispelled her worries, quickly took out a dose of blood tonic, pried open the wounded's mouth familiarly, and forcibly gulped it down.The ashen complexion of the wounded gradually improved.

Before the two could be happy, the wounded man's face turned red unnaturally, and after a while he looked like Guan Gong.

"He was poisoned?!" Scarletta took out all the antidotes, "His skin is red, it may be a bite from some kind of animal, bite bite bite bite..." Scarletta tried to put the poison into the mouth. Find out the antidote to the poison that caused the redness of the skin.

"He wasn't poisoned, it should have been caused by magic." Heimdall showed her the skeleton after it appeared. "His bones were glued together, and he was attacked by black magic, some of which outwardly resembled animal poisoning."

Scarletta bit her lower lip and said weakly, "We need bone repair now."

Bone repair cannot be successfully completed by a three-legged cat therapist. Heimdall is not even a therapist, and Scarletta is just a nurse who hopes to pass the nurse examination.

The two looked at each other.

"How?" said Heimdall.

Scarletta shook her head, "No, no, I might die... I'll go to a therapist." She got up and ran away.

But the situation of the wizard in front of him is obviously not good, his breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and it will be unimaginable if this continues.

Someone patted Heimdall on the shoulder and knelt down beside him.

"do not move."

Heimdall immediately stopped thinking about removing the wand from the opponent's arm, and looked up, wasn't he the old wizard who used the freezing spell just now?

"Basically, the treatment is okay, but it's not very systematic. Repeated repairs for redundant superficial wounds can be completely omitted. One of the key points of treatment is to clarify the primary and secondary... Which wizarding hospital are you from?" the old therapist said as he spoke. Using Heimdall's spell as an observation window, he skillfully operated the bone repair technique.

Heimdall wondered if he was going to tell the truth. He was not qualified as a therapist, and he would go to jail if he practiced medicine without a license.Just when he was struggling with how to answer, the situation that he thought he had a backbone changed again.

"Dean, there's a situation over there—" a nurse ran over in a panic.

The old wizard known as the dean said without raising his head, "Didn't you see I'm busy?"

"Those three over there are dying!"

The old wizard stopped his movements and looked at the one in front of him who was still panting, as if he was some distance away from him.

"Young man, come on, don't worry, even if his skills are not good, he won't know. At most, he will spend money on bone orthopedics after he recovers." Comrade dean smiled encouragingly at him who was stunned.

"No, no, no, I'm not a therapist, don't leave!" Heimdall quickly grabbed him.

The old wizard didn't care whether his words were true or not, "When you decide to help him, you are already a qualified therapist mentally."

What's the use of mentality alone?Mentally, he wants to be a judge, does it work?It took a lot of hard work to get the title of a trainee judge.

"I don't have the corresponding technology." Can you stop encouraging him to disregard human lives!

"Practice more, learn more." The dean ordered the anxious nurse to throw a few bottles of blood-tonifying medicine to Heimdall, and patted his buttocks to take care of the critically ill patients.

Heimdall grimaced and lowered his head, "Brother, you just accept your fate, and blame you for being too good-natured. So far, there is no sign of you going to lose your hair."

While Heimdall was struggling and clumsily operating the bone repair technique alone, Peter squatted down beside him.

"……let me help you."

Heimdall glanced at him, "Are you ready to fight?"

Peter smiled wryly, his little face was still ecstatically white, and the sensory organs of werewolves would become more acute before and after the full moon. For Peter, this gymnasium full of blood and flesh made him both painful and happy.

After a while, Scarletta also came back.

"No healer?" Heimdall said.

Scarletta said despondently: "Our group leader was probably very unhappy that I was chattering behind the other therapists. He thought I was sabotaging my work, and told me to go back and forth with harsh words, and didn't give me a chance to speak at all, so I Just come back."

"Exactly." Heimdall threw the blood tonic to her. "Give it to the patient every hour. The black magic hinders the healing of the wound. I hope the neutralizing effect of the blood tonic can control the deterioration of the injury. Now, try not to talk to me, I don't want my hands to shake even worse."

The wonderful magic of appearance made Heimdall see clearly. The bone restoration test tested people's patience, perseverance and confidence. Although the progress was slow due to almost no proficiency, Heimdall was still happy to see a small piece The small cut bone was restored to its original appearance under his careful care.He tried his best to give himself the psychological hint that "it's just a different kind of puzzle".When he finally finished a large part of the renovation, Scarletta seized the time to pour another dose of blood tonic for the patient.In other words, it took Heimdall an hour to toss a bone.

During this period, Peter defied the usual bluffing and kept silent, probably because he was afraid that his fangs would bark out with a single mouthful. Heimdall saw his eyes change color.

"Brother, can you still bear it?" Heimdall took out his handkerchief.

Peter took it, covering his mouth and nose, and said angrily, "Hurry up, I'm afraid I'll bite right into it in the next second."

Scarletta only thought Peter was joking, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off Heimdall's forehead.

"Seeing how well you are treated, it's pretty good. Where did you learn it? Do you have experience? Durmstrang College still teaches this?"

"It wasn't taught by the school. It was only used on people who were about to curl up before. This is the first time for a free living person." Heimdall let out a breath.

Scarlett opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything in the end, but the expression watching Heimdall's movements was a little stiff.

During the starry dinner time, the gymnasium could no longer see the ruins of the daytime. It was refurbished by the maintenance personnel sent by the Ministry of Magic and restored to the state when it was borrowed from the Muggle government.There was constant wailing and crying, and there was no chaos inside. Most of the critically injured were out of danger and were moved out of the gymnasium.When the last wounded was taken away, the wizard in charge of maintenance swept up the scattered items on the ground, and as he left, he waved his wand at a searchlight, which became as flickering as before.After the wizard left, the lights of the entire venue went out at the same time.

Director Stuluson, who had been working as a therapist all day, did not return to school with honor at this time, nor did he get the opportunity to brag and show off with relatives and friends at the dinner table.He stood with a stiff face, and beside him were Peter and Scarletta who were waiting for the "sentence" just as miserable as him.

After responding to the unavoidable call, the three hid behind a group of therapists and nurses tacitly, trying to escape.It's a pity that the team of therapists and nurses has long been surrounded by patients who are "eyeing like a tiger".

It is worth mentioning that at this moment, Chief Sturluson is wearing the healer's wizard robe that Scarta stole for him—some patients are not allowed to come close because they can't see the initials on the wizard's robe, which will delay the timing of treatment— —Peter was wearing the same wizard robe that Scarletta had brought back, but the difference was that he was wearing the nurse's robe.

Beside the hospital bed, the dean of the St. Meyman Wizard Hospital kindly checked the patient's condition, and after a few words of reassurance, he asked, "Which therapist is treating you, do you still have any memory?"

The big man on the hospital bed nodded, "Therapist Sturlusson."

Heimdall understood when he said his name.

Anna, who was sent to support her, paused and looked up from the medical records.

The dean is calm and still has that kind look.

"Therapist Sturluson, please step forward."

Peter and Scarletta couldn't help but look sympathetically, and took a small step back in unison.

All the therapists looked at each other in blank dismay, and all looked back, and the isolated Heimdall seemed particularly abrupt.

The big man on the hospital bed saw the savior on the other side through the separated human wall, his face was a little excited, and he couldn't help but wanted to sit up, but was gently pressed down by the quick-sighted nurse.

"Therapist Sturluson..." The big man called out affectionately after lying down.

Heimdall walked to the bedside with a tingling scalp, and took hold of the trembling left hand that the big man had raised with difficulty.

The therapists were all surprised, secretly asking who is this guy?From our hospital?

The dean looked at this harmonious and warm scene with a smile on his face. Heimdall looked at the big man affectionately, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"Congratulations, your bones have recovered to a good degree. Our therapists have not only repaired your bones, but also performed a complete set of rehabilitation treatments for your nerves and muscles. Whether you need orthopedics depends on the growth of your bones. You want to Stay in the hospital and wait patiently for about a week." The dean stretched out his hand, and the stunned Anna regained her senses, and hurriedly handed over the quill, which the dean signed.

"I would like to thank therapist Strulusson. Without him, I would probably die from pain or bleeding." The big man looked at Heimdall affectionately again.

Heimdall looked back blankly, and Anna whispered a hint in English.

Heimdall laughed dryly, "It's your foundation, I just tried my best to help."

The big man said in broken English: "Therapist Sturluson must be the best therapist in St. Meyman!"

Heimdall numbly thought that your taunt is too powerful, the eyes of other healers are so hot, our hatred value is almost outrageous.

"He is very good." The dean was still unhurried.

Fortunately, there was a scene in Dean's town, and the therapists didn't report him.

Then, the peloton moved to the next bed.

Anna took the opportunity to come to Heimdall and smiled jokingly, "Therapist Sturluson?"

Heimdall said blankly: "The 'kind' dean won't report me, will he?" He is still struggling with the issue of practicing medicine without a license, and the future judge is more sensitive to knowing the law and breaking the law.

"You have honored St. Meiman, the dean is too happy, how could he report you." Anna reassured him. "By the way, why are you here? How did you become a therapist again?"

"It's hard to describe in one word." Heimdall's expression on the past was unbearable. "I came to see you. I entered the role of curing diseases and saving lives by accident. Merlin has never treated me kindly in this regard."

"Find me?"

"Yes, I want to ask about Di Rupo, because you are from the medical field..."

"Therapist Sturluson!" The director said in English with a "caring" look again. "Come here, please."

Heimdall took a look, by the way, he also treated the person on that hospital bed, I remember that the internal organs were displaced... Heimdall couldn't help thinking, is this considered internal medicine? !

"Let's talk about it later." Heimdall smiled at Anna, and winked at his teammates—Peter and Scarletta—the three of them walked over with their heads held high and no worries.He's becoming more and more of a therapist now.

"Di Rupo? I have worked with him before." The Dean of St. Meyman said and stuffed a big mouthful of fish.

Anna smiled, Heimdall twitched dryly, and quickly dismissed the idea of ​​asking the dean why he came uninvited, and that he had to squeeze a table with them.

The dean put down his fork and stretched out his right hand, "Udr Alexander."

Heimdall quickly grabbed it, "Heimdall Sturluson."

"Well, I know you."

"It's an honour."

"Nothing," the dean waved his hand. "Reading gossip magazines is my hobby."

Heimdall was silent, feeling that his name had become synonymous with gossip.Chief Sturluson became depressed, and it was all the master's fault.

"With all due respect, we have investigated Di Rupo's life, including his friendship, but we have not obtained any information about you." Heimdall chose his words carefully.

Dean Alexander shrugged disapprovingly, "I think it's OK to have friendship with him."

"Did you also treat the wounded on the front line of the war?" After drinking a few sips of strong wine, Peter finally regained his senses, and he was no longer motionless like he was under the petrification spell just now.

"Let's put it this way, Di Rupo is just one of the front-line therapists. The real situation is not like the French Ministry of Magic's propaganda later, who is fighting alone and whose life is hanging by a thread. Although it is the front line, the healers will not rush to the forefront. We are safe."

In other words, in order to enhance the image of Di Rupo, the French Ministry of Magic directly vacuumed up other therapists who were fighting on the front line.

"It makes us seem to have disappeared from this world in those few years." The dean joked.

"What kind of person do you think Karel Di Rupo is?" Heimdall asked.

"He has a bad temper, don't get me wrong," the dean emphasized. "I'm not complaining, nor do I want to cater to the unprecedented condemnation of the media. It's no secret that Di Rupo is impatient. The therapists who worked with him knew it. He didn't like to communicate with the wounded. For the description of his physical condition, he believed in his own examination and judgment. He also knew that he had a bad temper, so he dared not talk to the patient for fear of delaying the treatment due to disputes over trivial matters. He also never had a friendly chat with the wounded. So was his return to Cyprian at the end of the war."

"Do you know Mr. Di Rupo's former student Ludwig Brown?" Heimdall asked.

"The little therapist? Well... I saw him at an annual meeting of the medical profession. The young man was not in a good mood and always looked depressed. Contrary to his teacher, Di Rupo is an energetic old man. Otherwise, there would not be so many enviable and enviable research results."

Heimdall suddenly laughed.

Dean Alexander frowned puzzled.

"That means you don't believe the rumors that Di Rupo plagiarized students' research."

"You said it was just a rumour. Unless I come up with real evidence, I won't be as blind as those media who are catching rumors." The dean dropped the fork and picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth. "I've been with Di Rupo and I don't know everything about him. I think you're right, I don't believe it."

Peter curled his lips, and the sharp-eyed Dean Alexander pretended not to see it.

"I met Ludwig Brown not long ago, and his performance was very..." Heimdall stopped abruptly, and then said, "Do you know why Mr. Di Rupo broke off with his students?"

"Didn't the media make it very clear that after plagiarizing the results, they kicked people away." The dean chuckled and shook his head, "I don't know, my friendship with him hasn't reached the point where we can talk about everything. .”

It seems that there are very few wizards who understand the past, Heimdall thought regretfully.

"Can we still contact the wounded that Mr. Di Rupo treated back then?" Heimdall was full of hope.

The dean gulped down the cassis wine and put the glass on the table.

"I have a retrospective registration record of the wounded and sick during the Great War, in order to revisit the living conditions of those patients, because the attacks on many wizards may leave hidden dangers."

Heimdall's eyes lit up.

The dean said: "This is an S-level confidential document. I can't give it to you, but since you pretend to be a good therapist, and the therapist's skills are not bad, I can make an exception and secretly give it to you."

Heimdall immediately stated that he would be tight-lipped.

The dean added, "I don't know if Di Rupo is innocent. No matter what I guess, it's just a fiction. I hope the day when the truth comes out as soon as possible."

Heimdall handed over the obtained information to Peter.

"You won't investigate with me?" Peter said in surprise.

"No, I want to stay in school and be a good student preparing for the exam. My father didn't let me go to school because he wanted me to show him a horrible report card."

"I keep forgetting that you haven't graduated yet."

"Aren't you implying that I look old-fashioned?"

"Compared to me, you must be the old-fashioned one." Peter was proud.

"Don't be naive, I won't curse you to be 16 forever, and I will never let you get what you want."

Peter laughed loudly, "Kids, let's study hard." He wanted to touch the director's head, but was avoided by the director, and his own head was destroyed by the director instead.

"You should think about how to grow your head." Heimdall complained. "With you as a comparison, I don't worry about my height at all."

Peter ran away with a glass heart in tears.

The author has something to say: pick your nose, the sixth school year is coming to an end, so we will never tell anyone.Having said that, are there any friends who have not figured out what school year it is O(∩_∩)O haha~

Quick tip: Scarletta Newman first appears in Chapter 622, when she was the Cherry Red girl covering the reception desk at the Icelandic Ministry of Magic.