HP's Foreign Land

He just walked into the office at work that day, and before the stool was warmed up, Heimdall received a meeting notice.As a representative of this office, he packed his things in confusion, and was accompanied by his assistant, trainee judge Clemenceau—one of the standard configurations for judges and above in the filing office—to the meeting place.When he found out that the venue for the meeting was the exclusive meeting room of the International Wizengamot on the basement floor, his doubts became even greater.

With a few traces of inexplicability and confusion, I found a fixed seat in the case filing office and sat down.

Surprisingly, this meeting of judges and above was presided over by Justice Gironde himself. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the topic went directly to the topic.

Regardless of seniority or age, Heimdall and his assistants are the bottom ones in this conference room. 80.00% of the participants are judges—the remaining 20.00% are their assistants.Unfortunately, the three judges in the filing office left the building today on business, and did not receive any inquiries in this regard before the notice of the meeting. The meeting chaired by the Supreme Justice and gathering all the judges happened to be at this time. Held, the meaning behind it is really intriguing.

After Heimdall entered the meeting room, he didn't look at people very seriously, but he didn't restrain his assistant Clemenceau.

One of the characteristics of Gironde's speech is brevity, and the other is slow speech.What a normal person can finish talking in 10 minutes, with him at least 10 minutes.Of course, none of the participants showed any impatience, even if he (she) was already bored and cursed.

"...the death of a prisoner in the Silesian Prison three days ago, is there anything else the filing office has to say?" Gironde's gaze casually glanced in a certain direction.

Heimdall's heart trembled, as if piecing together a needle and thread, a vague outline suddenly appeared in his mind.He raised his head to face the Chancellor, and his assistant, Clemenceau, was sitting beside him.

"Regarding the incident in the Silesian Wizard Prison, the filing office has previously submitted a detailed report, so we have nothing to add for the time being, MyLord." Heimdall put his tone in a relatively soft range, and at the same time Without losing firmness.

Three days ago, a bizarre prisoner died in the Silesian Wizarding Prison. Coincidentally, before the incident, Heimdall had just taken over the transfer review of a group of prisoners—a task he received from his boss, Hollingworth, before the wedding. Unfortunately, the prisoner named Bock died the day after he first met him.

In the wizarding world, especially in the wizarding judiciary, the sudden death of a prisoner in prison is a major "accident" that can cause an uproar.

Heimdall was scrutinized because of this incident, and he was suspended for a whole day, but nothing was found out-of course, he went to work normally the next day, and the scrutiny order imposed on him was revoked.Although there is no clue that he was involved in this inexplicable incident, there is also no strong evidence to prove his innocence.

All in all, the hat is not worn on the head, but always hangs above the head.

People in the know expressed their concern for him one after another, no matter whether they were sincere or not, there were always people he didn't know wandering around in front of his eyes in those few days, saying the same words of condolence, their eyes and tone were a little uneasy and kind Inquire about.Especially on the same day he was suspended, he realized that he was a public figure that everyone knew.After returning to work the next day, the number of "condolences" dropped sharply by half.

Closer to home.

Girond didn't say anything after hearing Heimdall's words, but a voice arrived first.

"We have not seen what you call an 'exhaustive report'."

Heimdall looked at the speaker in astonishment, not because of his words, but himself.The man was Judge Smigly-Rydz, a Polish man who headed the Office of Trial Supervision.It is said that this year he is already seventy-three, but judging by his appearance and temperament, well-dressed and elegant, some people believe that he is 53.Although he is old and a judge, he was not selected for the rotating chief office.In addition to the Supreme Justice Gironde, there is also the rotating chief office who is actually waiting to retire. He is the most experienced judge in IW, not one of them.

This person is not a good stubble.The "not a good stubble" here refers to the standpoint of the case filing office. The main job of the trial supervision office is to find faults for the case filing office. sue.

The problem is that this man, who is already over half a century old, has been hiding his powers and biding his time in recent years, and has a tendency to semi-retire. Since Heimdall settled down in IW, he has only met him a handful of times.It was the first time in my life that I talked face to face and eye to eye, and I only saw each other from a distance before.Why is he here?Waiting to find fault with the filing office?Or something in the filing office stimulated him, making this legendary aggressive old man no longer satisfied with his reclusive reverie?

Heimdall also noticed Girondt's attitude. Liz robbed him of his words, but he was not unhappy at all. Of course, it is possible that the judge Sturluson's skills were shallow and he didn't see it.

Then, Heimdall found Miss Adeleia Firing sitting next to Judge Leeds, and couldn't help but be speechless.It's been a few days since I saw that Miss Feilin's cultivation has improved rapidly, she knows how to tighten her chin, lower her eyebrows and pretend to be well-behaved.Seeing her calmly looking at the small book in front of her, with an indescribably graceful and beautiful side face, and her eyes not moving for a long time, Heimdall missed the domineering red high-heeled shoes very much.

After Ms. Flynn transferred out of the case filing office, she went to the Wizarding Judiciary Research Office, which specialized in dealing with documents, and had to deal with inquiries from the Wizengamot in various countries. The office was also responsible for legal consultation, etc. The work was quite cumbersome.To work in this office, to put it bluntly, it is my job to do well, and to be criticized if I do not do well is the first to bear the brunt, which is thankless.

It can be seen that Miss Feilin is not an ordinary person.In a blink of an eye, he jumped into the Judgment Supervision Office again, and without stopping, he stood directly opposite the case filing office.Among the several guesses, two are more reliable. First, her sister is capable, even if the lover who has lived together for decades has met a new girlfriend who is enough to be a granddaughter; second, Miss Feilin herself is capable.If it is due to the latter, her ability to drill is impressive.

Miss Filming was now seated beside Judge Smeagley Leeds, which meant she was Leeds' assistant.

Judge Leeds is still awaiting an answer from Heimdall.

Heimdall said unhurriedly: "Based on the information our filing office has so far, the report is quite detailed."

Liz didn't speak any more, he fell back on the back of the chair, his eyes and expression couldn't see the slightest clue.As if receiving an invisible baton from her boss, Miss Feilin raised her eyes abruptly, her gaze was indescribably aggressive.

"We didn't see even a little bit of content that would help progress. The filing office lacked sincerity in assisting the investigation!"

Heimdall grinned, "Forgive me, I may be more straightforward. If the content of our report can help progress, do we still need the Oversight Office to assist in the investigation?"

Miss Flynn pursed her lower lips in frustration, and quickly regained her composure.

"That is to say, you admit that you have no effect on the progress of the case?"

"Obviously, this was an unexpected incident, and no one expected it before it happened. As one of the departments involved, we naturally cannot push the whole case forward like the participants in the case; as one of the investigators, we only found clues And combine them one by one, through the efforts of us and you and all people with lofty ideals in IW, find it, push it, untie it. Make all the rumors unbreakable, and return IW's innocence."

Several old judges, including Gironde, couldn't help laughing in their hearts; Judge Smigli Leeds raised his eyebrows as if very surprised, but he didn't move, maintaining his usual leisurely sitting posture; The most annoying and humorless person in the room.

Ferring's intentions were very clear, and he was trying to disrupt Heimdall's position by questioning him, so as to find a loophole and let the case filing office bear the scapegoat that they had always refused to bear.But I didn't expect that Heimdall raised the issue to the whole IW with a few words, which directly expanded the force.The filing office is an important department under the IW, and it can even be said to represent face-it has existed since the establishment of the International Federation of Wizards. If it is ridiculed by the outside world, can other departments stay out of it? Can the golden balance of IW survive?

"Judge Film." Justice Gironde took back the initiative.

Miss Feilin bit the soft flesh on the inner wall of her mouth, and her face was no longer as natural and graceful as before.

"I have no other questions," she said.

"And you, Inquisitor Sturluson?"

"No more, MyLord."

"Very good. Then let's move on to the next topic." Gironde glanced down at the manuscript. "What we're going to talk about next is the crimes related to Muggles. Last week, I went to a regular meeting of the top leaders of various IW departments. Someone proposed to try to make a breakthrough on the sensitive issue of how wizards and Muggles get along. Our IW Received this task. In the next six months, we will investigate and study cases of wizards harming Muggles from all over the world, count the number, distinguish their nature, and try our best to find out cases that may avoid such situations. The breakthrough point that happened again..."

Heimdall thought it was impossible, unless the world was united, unless the theory of wizard blood disappeared from this world.But reality is reality, and work is work. If the higher authorities want to study it, then study it.

The problem is that everything about Muggles - whatever it is - is an undisputed mess in the eyes of wizards, no one wants to take over, the highest executive branch of wizarding justice that repeatedly celebrates the indivisibility No exception.

Heimdall had a bad premonition before, and now it came true again.

With the "unanimous consent" of all departments of IW, the filing office honorably took over the important task of "walking with Muggles".At the same time, Heimdall had previously taken over the transfer review that had not been warmed up and handed it over to the Judicial Supervision Office.Let this censor's yamen, who was waiting every day for corrections and complaints, have a new pursuit, and they made a breakthrough first.

What a joy!

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Judge Sturluson stepped on the instep of the assistant who tried to raise his hand in protest, and blocked his yelling at the throat.

After the meeting ended, the participants and their assistants returned to their respective offices one after another.

Before entering the office, the assistant Clemenceau stopped Heimdall and led him to hide in a corner.

"How could you compromise so easily? Our case filing office has always been in charge of the transfer review. Don't you remember what Judge Hollingworth told you before he left?" Clemenceau's tone was anxious, even a bit accusatory.

"In such a situation, what do you want me to do?" Heimdall was not in a hurry to speak for himself.

"Struggle with reason." Clemenceau said firmly.

"If that's the case, we're criminals in the filing office."

"……I don't know."

"I think so too," sighed Heimdall. "Haven't you considered the timing of this meeting?"

"What's the problem? It's normal for IW to have meetings during the day, and all departments have..."

Heimdall interrupted him, "I don't believe that the higher-ups didn't know that all three of our judges were out, and when it was not easy to open, they chose such an opportunity." When he found that the other party was still confused, he didn't keep it secret. "The decision has been made above, and there is no room for us to intervene. Is it useful for you to talk to me? It doesn't work! Even if I protested just now, it was nothing more than being educated in public, losing face in vain, and letting other colleagues look at our office If you don’t tell the jokes, you won’t get any real benefits. The most urgent thing is to push the boat smoothly. When the decision is made at the top, it’s not pleasing to show your personality. By the way, did you see any difference in everyone’s expressions just now?” Clemenceau Been looking around.

"It's nothing different..."

"There are no unnatural emotions such as dodging and restraint?"

"No, it's no different from usual."

"That's it. Maybe they passed their anger, maybe they received some news, but we are the only ones kept in the dark."

Clemenceau looked resentful.

Heimdall suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Clemenceau thought that Heimdall was joking about his impulsiveness, although he was indeed such a character.

"At last I understand why Judge Hollingworth values ​​you."

"He doesn't like me." Clemenceau shrugged. "Otherwise I wouldn't be a trainee judge in my thirties, and some boy in his teens is running fast and advancing with each passing day. That's the difference between liking it and not liking it."

"I don't think so." Heimdall shook his head. "If Judge Hollingworth really didn't like you, you wouldn't be in the filing office until now without being transferred."

If you only focus on work ability, a capable person like Adeleia Ferring was sent away with an excuse.

"I know, I've wronged you for letting you follow me, a brat like me."

Heimdall couldn't stop talking, and Clemenceau turned pale with shock.

"No, no, I didn't mean that, don't..." He didn't feel relieved until he saw the expression on Heimdall's face. "You're kidding me."

"Finally someone can amuse me, of course I must hurry up." Heimdall said as he stuffed the parchment volume into his hands, and the two walked back to the office. "In a while, the trial supervision office will definitely send someone to get our various research materials on the Silesian prison, as well as the conversation records of the transferred prisoners that Judge Hollingworth handed over to us."

Clemenceau had an expression of "I understand", "Don't worry, I will never hand over those things."

"I want you to know everything and hand in everything you can."

Clemenceau was in a daze.

"It's not shameful, why don't you hand it over? Give it all to them, try to meet all the requirements, try to be patient, if they push their feet, don't be polite, the filing office is not easy to bully."

It wasn't until Heimdall finished talking that Clemenceau could intervene, but it was only enough to say "Got it".

"Take these files back and have a look," Heimdall said.

Clemenceau felt that the weight in his hand was not light, and his face was a little unnatural.

"You want to see them all?"

"Yes, random check tomorrow."

"what?!"

"Of course it's impossible," Heimdall said. "We took over this mission. Just watch it. In the end, it will definitely be ours. Take advantage of the free time now."

Clemenceau frowned. "I can't do anything with Muggles."

Heimdall said in surprise, "You didn't say that at the beginning."

On the day Clemenceau was sent to Heimdall, he introduced himself as a Muggle savvy, and happily stated that he was a half-blood wizard.

Clemenceau rubbed his head, "How did I know that I would be here today? I am indeed a mixed race, and my great-grandmother was a Muggle."

Heimdall looked at him for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder.

"Do it for yourself, this," he pointed to the file. "Look carefully, I'm not joking, let alone scaring you, I will definitely spot check."

"You've seen it all and remembered it all?" Clemenceau cried in disbelief.

"No, but I will read it sooner or later." Heimdall walked to his desk and began to pack his things. After 5 minutes, he took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Clemenceau hurried to follow.

"I'm off work," Heimdall said. "I'm still on my honeymoon, and Judge Hollingworth agrees that I'll only be there for half a day, 12 o'clock man."

Clemenceau was in a hurry, "Those files..."

Before going out, Heimdall said, "Just watch it first, and skip it if it doesn't work. See you tomorrow morning."

He turned his head and nodded goodbye to other colleagues in the office who hadn't eaten.

Heimdall had a very solid honeymoon, with half a day at work and half a day off for marriage—most of the second half of the first half of the day was used for sex.I often feel that I have nothing to do, and I have to get up and go to work again.But at that time, the two of them were very interested in this matter, and they knew the taste well. Even if they occasionally felt that the rhythm was too monotonous, the matter on the sheets was not affected too much.But it will be boring after a long time, until the master fulfills his "promise" and drags Heimdall to the seaside once.The result is sand all over the head and face, there is no clean place all over the body, and the hair can't be washed, and it is finally removed by magic.

Since that time, Chief Strulusson refused to go to the beach any more.

Master Krum sighed and expressed his sincere regret.

They tied a hammock on two thick trees in front of the flower cloth house, and lay on it at sunset every day to enjoy the beauty of the sun sinking into the sea.The calico house is one of Heimdall's grandmother Margaret's legacy. It is a small dark gray house, the outer wall of the house is slightly tilted to the east, and it looks a little crumbling.The space in the house is very small, the main facilities are all on the first floor, and the second floor is a cramped small room with windows.The fabrics in the house are decorated with more than a hundred kinds of flower patterns, with different colors and patterns, hence the name.

At this time, the two were lying on the hammock and shaking, Heimdall was content to eat the meat junk food that the master personally fed to his mouth, while drinking fruit juice beautifully.

"I don't know what Mionir is doing now." Heimdall misses his son a little bit. This time, the two of them plan to spend a month on their honeymoon. Honeymoon, honeymoon, what is called a honeymoon if less than a month is called.

"This point should be playing charizard checkers." Seeing that he didn't eat, Wick turned his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Regardless of the fact that Mionier is only two years and eight months old, his daily activities are very regular, even playing with toys is in order, and which toy to play at which time is as accurate as pinching a watch.Master Krum is always proud to say that this good quality will undoubtedly follow him.Both chatted away from their respective jobs. They had the same tacit understanding of leaving their jobs outside the door before entering the house.

"Should I visit your house?" Heimdall suddenly thought of something.

"Isn't my home the same as your home?" The master was not happy about seeing him.

"I mean your grandmother's house, Kroom's old house."

Victor was silent.

"Don't worry about me being wronged, we are a family." Heimdall handed the juice in his hand to Viktor's mouth, but the master stared at him without moving.

Director Sturluson understood, why didn't he understand, took a sip of juice, and fell in love with the master mouth to mouth.

After a while, Victor threw the cup in Heimdall's hand aside, and hugged the people in his arms. The afterglow sprinkled on their faces through the layers of leaves, and time touched the skin lightly, accumulating warmth with intimacy.

"Mother told me, let me take you home, it is impossible for you not to meet grandma for the rest of your life." Victor said softly.

Heimdall seemed very interested, "You can't keep your hands empty, shouldn't you bring something? What does your grandmother like?"

Victor didn't pick the words seriously this time.

"Old people?"

"About six or seventy-year-old ladies, what do they generally like?"

Clemenceau thought for a moment and said, "My wife's aunt likes brown sugar toad biscuits."

"do you have anything else?"

"My grandmother loved to collect cigarette holders."

"anything else?"

"My grandmother died early. I heard from my father that my grandmother loved men the most in her life. Before she married my grandfather at the age of 16, it is said that she had 17 boyfriends. At the age of 37, she ran away with a Belgian craftsman who made a crucible. We didn't hear from her until ten years after her death."

Heimdall was silent for a while, and said "I'm sorry".

Clemenceau didn't mind at all, and seemed proud of his grandmother's charisma.

Heimdall has never understood the French way of thinking.

"My husband and I are going to visit his grandmother in the afternoon, to be honest," Heimdall said before the two entered the office, pulling him to the sofa in the lounge area. "That old lady doesn't like me. From your words, I can tell that you get along well with the old people in your wife's family. Do you have any tricks?"

"You are not good at dealing with the elderly?" Clemenceau was very surprised. He felt that the Struluson judge and the group of elderly judges in the rotating chief office got along very well.

"I used to think that I could deal with all the old people. After meeting the lady, I didn't think so."

"Do you know why she doesn't like you?"

"...Because of my husband, she wanted her grandson to marry a wife and have children, and you saw it too."

Clemenceau shook his head, "It's not opportunistic, the root is there. You can only get along with her for a long time, let her see your strengths, understand your goodness, and then change her concept, step by step."

Heimdall knows all this.

"Thank you." Heimdall smiled.

When he left the rest area, someone called Heimdall, and it was Smigli Liz, the head of the trial supervision office.

"I'm going to have a private conversation with Judge Sturluson, you go first." Judge Leeds directly passed Heimdall and ordered Clemenceau.

The latter was obviously intimidated by Liz's aura, and turned away with a cautious expression on his face without any resistance.

"What can you do?" Heimdall said.

"I know you, Heimdall Strulusson."

Heimdall smiled, "That's right, it's me."

Liz observed him for a moment, "Your smile is very sincere, or is this your way of treating people, treating everyone sincerely? This is different from the rumors I heard."

"I don't know what kind of rumors you've heard. There are a hundred Heimdalls in the eyes of a hundred people. I won't comment on those. My happiness is sincere."

"why?"

"Because you didn't say 'Rommel Sturluson's son' after you said my name, you affirmed me as a person, not my identity, shouldn't I be happy?"

"Do you have a bad relationship with your father?"

"We're close."

Liz narrowed his eyes, "Your boss is Hollingworth."

"Yes, My Lord."

Liz raised his hand, and Heimdall noticed the pipe in his hand, and he was smoking.It is worth mentioning that this is a non-smoking area.

"Did you know that Gironde intends to retire?" Liz exhaled the smoke from his mouth.

Heimdall blinked blankly, "...Really?" Even if the news is true, what does it have to do with him?

"Gironte is optimistic about Hollingworth, this is an open secret of the whole IW."

Heimdall nodded secretly, that's why he always felt that he was lucky, and he was not inferior to the leadership position.Judge Strulusson lowered his head slightly in shame, as if he was the one being favored.

"But I don't like him, never." Liz dropped this sentence and walked away.

Heimdall froze on the spot, before reacting after three seconds.

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Who is the Supreme Justice's successor? !