HP's Foreign Land

The three judges in the case-filing office arrived one after another 15 minutes apart, and Judge Islam Olimjonovich Musayev was the first to enter the office. He was full of energy and looked good. (PS: The one who looks like Gregory Peck); followed by Judge Asimov, the Lord who has just passed the age of knowing his destiny has always had a lower than average sense of presence: taciturn, Stay alone and don't express your opinion.Judge Sturluson started running errands at IW in the second grade, and the two have not spoken a word to this day; Hollingworth was the last one to come back, and his facial paralysis remained the same as before.

The first thing the boss did after he came back was not to inquire about what had happened in the past two days, as if he didn’t notice Heimdall’s ulterior motives, and he didn’t pay attention to Clemenceau, who seemed to stand upright with his chest and abdomen in his arms. He lost his things, turned around and left the office, and went to eat.

The two followers looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

Judge Musayev pursed his lips playfully, dragged his chair and leaned towards Asimov, who seemed to be drowsy and watching with his arms folded.

"When will we find such a follower? Hollingworth's luck is too enviable." Musayev looked envious and jealous, and did not forget to lower his volume.

Asimov was still keeping his deaf ears to what was going on outside the window, and Musayev didn't seem to care whether people listened or not, so he turned his chair and molested the new youngsters.Behind him, Asimov simply fell forward and fell asleep on the table.

Hollingworth looked up suddenly, "Why do you keep looking at me?!"

Clemenceau lowered his head in embarrassment, the tomato salad on the plate was almost smashed into tomato sauce by him.

Heimdall ate hard, stuffing nothing but meat.He sighed, his composure needed to be tempered, and he felt restless over such a small matter.

Hollingworth finally reached for the hand towel.

Heimdall and Clemenceau seemed to be pardoned, and their eyes were shining.

"I've looked at the Muggle victimization cases in all countries, have you done any statistics?"

Hollingworth sent the unwilling Clemenceau away with a word, and then he took out a box and opened it.

Heimdall's surprise appeared unreservedly on his face.

"Surprised?" Hollingworth finished, lighting a cigarillo and puffing.

"I thought you didn't smoke," said Heimdall.

"I have no reason to smoke, it's not that I don't know how to smoke."

"...Have you found the reason?" Heimdall now believes that Hollingworth has received the news that Girondre is about to retire, and also understands that the boss who has always been confident is not without grievances.

"Is the situation bad?" Heimdall thought of what Smigli Liz whispered in his ear.

"How should I put it, it's reasonable to bring forth the new through the old, and nothing lasts forever." Hollingworth took a puff of his cigar. "However, this is the International Wizengamot, and it is the Supreme Justice who needs to let go of the past and learn from the new. The replacement of this position cannot be done by lip service."

Heimdall had made an inference before, and Liz's seemingly admonishing remarks disrupted his thinking, making him temporarily forget the previous inference.Listening to what Hollingworth said now, Moose suddenly understood.

"Smiglier Liz..." Suddenly realizing that the volume was a bit loud, Heimdall hastily lowered his voice and said, "Smiglier Liz is Polish, and Justice Gironde is French-Czech. They are both Central Europeans. National Wizard."

According to international practice, the appointment and removal of the Supreme Justice must follow the rotation system, and the next justice should be a wizard from an African country.It's never the turn of Europe, especially the Central European countries that are very close geographically.

Heimdall was a little excited just now, and he taught Hollingworth the "whisper" between Liz and him, but Hollingworth poured cold water on him in a blink of an eye.

"Since Judge Leeds has a plan in his chest, it means that this matter can be done in eight or nine out of ten. Judge Leeds has not entered the rotating chief office after he is over [-], which means that he will be reused sooner or later."

"How can you make others want to destroy your prestige!" Heimdall clenched his fists.

Hollingworth looked at him for a moment, then smiled.

"You seem to dislike Judge Leeds, haven't you only met once or twice?"

"He said that, can I feel at ease?"

"He doesn't look at me well, what does it have to do with you?"

"I am your subordinate, your future is closely related to my future, you are really good!"

Hollingworth laughed.

"I'm not joking, and I'm not flattering!" Heimdall muttered unhappily. "Besides, it's useless to flatter you, oil and salt will not enter the iron wall."

Hollingworth scowled.

Judge Sturluson subconsciously sat upright.

"You are not even a judge. The supreme justice will definitely not have your share before you are 60 years old. There is also a premise. Before [-] years old, you must be a judge who treats the place and is reused...I tell you what this is for, don't make it up." I'm thinking about it, go and go, it's an eyesore, hurry up and do something really meaningful!" Hollingworth pushed people angrily.

Heimdall's face is full of bulls, I really want to see Mingyue...

Hollingworth flicked his cigarette butt, "The Judgment Supervision Office will send someone to verify the information in the afternoon. You probably need to go to the Silesian Wizard Prison again. It will count as overtime in the afternoon, and you will have a day off tomorrow."

"...You just came back in the morning, how do you know the follow-up actions of the supervisory office?"

"So you are the judge and I am the judge."

Judge Sturluson burst into tears.

If he had known that the person sent by the Judicial Supervision Office was Adélia Firing, he would definitely have given up this performance opportunity and given it to Clemenceau who had no hope of getting ahead.Facing Miss Ferring who was "smiling friendly" at him, Heimdall felt a pain in the gut.

The Silesian Wizard Prison is located in a swamp. It has no fixed entrance, and the location needs to be determined through tracking magic in numerology.The entrance is usually hidden in the middle of a swamp that can move by itself. It is difficult for normal people to accept the way of entry. They need to fall into the swamp, and after the whole body sinks, they will naturally reach the entrance.It feels a bit like wearing platform nine and three quarters, as long as you believe it, it exists.

Heimdall thought that the seemingly pampered Ferlin would struggle a bit, but the young lady was surprisingly quiet. Although her face turned pale and blue when she sank into the mud, she still closed her eyes and completed the hard work. But a magical process.

Five minutes later, he and Filin stood at the gate of the prison covered in mud.Miss Ferring crazily threw cleaning spells on her body. The magic flashes flickered on and off, and she had a disgusted expression on her face. The smell of this mud was really strong.Heimdall originally wanted to show his gentlemanly demeanor and remind her to save some energy. This is just the beginning, but the other party choked him with a look of "mind your own business!"Heimdall simply closed his mouth and turned a blind eye.

While Miss Flynn was busy calming down her irascible cleanliness, Heimdall threw a scorchingly bright light cluster on the prison door, and the prison door slowly opened under the abundant light.

A gust of wind blew up and lifted the wizard robes of the two of them. As the temperature dropped sharply, there was a creaking sound in the air.

Adelia Firing's complexion changed drastically amidst the weeping sobs.

By the way, I forgot to mention that the guards in the Silesian wizard prison are dementors.It is said that they are inextricably related to the group of former Azkaban guards who were laid off from work in the UK.

This is not the first time Heimdall has seen it, and he calmly threw a piece of chocolate candy into his mouth, and his gradually stiff body suddenly warmed up a bit. In a blink of an eye, he saw Filin tearing the outer packaging of the chocolate in a hurry, thinking that this woman's preparation work is quite good. Sufficient, it seems that homework has been done.

In terms of appearance alone, Dementors look exactly the same.A big black figure in a cloak, can't see face, has no eyes, the textbook says to approach people only by feeling, so even if you wear an invisibility cloak, it's useless.Dementors always smell bad, that is, they have a strong body odor, because they never take a bath.They devour all warmth—including the warmth in memory, so wherever they go, the water turns into ice, and people go from the three volts to the three nines directly from the body to the heart.

All textbooks and wizards will tell you this: Dementors are very evil creatures.

A dementor floated over, heading straight for Ferryn.Between men and women, dementors seem to favor women more, maybe they have more warmth sources than men.

Miss Ferring took a step back stiffly, and took a hard bite of the chocolate.

"Stop!" Ferlin raised his wand and stopped the dementor from approaching.

The dementor didn't bother her, and stopped.

Ferlin heaved a sigh of relief, then felt encouraged, calmed down a little, and found that the dementor had always kept his own place, and the volume couldn't help but become excited.

"We are representatives of the Wizengamot International, and we want to talk to the prisoners on the list." After finishing speaking, Ferring looked at his occupied hands, and ordered back, "Sturluson, what are you doing standing up? take it out!"

Heimdall looked at her blankly. Ferlin was still arrogant, but as time passed and the cold air penetrated layer by layer, her aura plummeted.In the end she had to put down her airs and pull out an ugly smile.

"Please give the warrant to the warden, thank you."

"You're welcome, it should be."

Ignoring Ferrin's internally injured expression, Heimdall waved his wand, and the approval order flew in front of the dementor.

[Trial Supervision Office...]

A sound that could not be produced by human vocal cords slipped past the ears of the two, like a file grinding against glass, and they both shivered.

"Internal adjustments," Heimdall explained. "This matter is now in the charge of the Judgment Supervision Office, and this Ms. Feilin will contact you in the future. You have to be careful and understand it." At this point, he stuffed another piece of chocolate into his mouth.

Ferrin glared at Heimdall, secretly annoyed that he was meddlesome.

Heimdall gave him an innocent glance.

"Lead the way ahead!" Miss Ferring ordered the Dementor loudly.

Unexpectedly, this dementor jumped up and made a 180-degree turn in the air amidst Miss Ferring's screams.Miss Ferring's eyes followed the dementors closely in horror, and when she realized that a large group of dementors had gathered above her head at some point, the screams sounded again.

Heimdall took a step forward, snatched the chocolate from her hand, stuffed it into her wide open mouth without mercy, and stopped the harsh voice.

"Stop barking. The dementors are afraid that you will be indifferent. The more you are afraid of them, the happier they will be." Heimdall backed away.

Felin pulled out the large piece of chocolate from his mouth with a distressed expression, and Heimdall almost choked her to death. The sweet chocolate warmed her nerves, and she was no longer as hysterical as before.

"What are they doing?" Ferlin asked in fear.

At this time, the dementors circled around in a circle above their heads.

"Probably in a meeting," Heimdall said. "Like wizards, they have to communicate."

Ten minutes later, Feilin said nervously, "Why is it taking so long?"

Heimdall didn't care much, "They speak very slowly. When I first came here, they let me in and discussed for two hours."

Miss Ferring was tongue-tied.

Twenty minutes later, the dementors dispersed and opened the door to the black hole.

Heimdall curled his lips, do women also have an advantage in this regard? !

Miss Ferring requested a private conversation with the prisoner, supervised by a dementor.

"Are you sure?" Heimdall said.

"What shady deeds do you have that you're afraid I'll see?" Feilin said in a very angry tone.

"Oh, oh, it's already 'you', I think I still flirt with others back then."

"You're really shameless!" Feilin's face was flushed red.

"I'll return it to you exactly what I said." Heimdall sneered.

Feilin was about to say something, but suddenly changed her mind. She bit her lip, turned around and shouted loudly, "Bring the prisoners out, I want to talk to them in person! You are watching from the sidelines!"

In fact, for a living person, it is better to be in the same room with a room full of vicious robbers than to let dementors have the opportunity to get close to you.But seeing her look of winning, Heimdall decided to respect the lady.

They walked through one after another of heavy fence doors covered with dirt and cobwebs, and came to the East End, where the dementors had gathered the prisoners who needed to be transferred before.

"Hey, girl!" A prisoner screamed, and the whole prison suddenly came to life.

Surrounded by the enthusiastic yelling and joking, Fei Lin was like a frightened bird, and would be startled at the slightest sign of trouble.She covered her ears, wishing she could cover her eyes, and hurried forward with her chest buried in her head.

It wasn't until they entered the temporary transfer area that the laughter that exploded gradually disappeared.

"There's a room over there, and that's where I was talking to them." Heimdall seemed not to notice the tears rolling in her eyes, and pointed out the cubicle to her, before reminding her kindly, "Be careful, these people Very cunning."

"Really?!" Ferlin smiled, even though his face was pale, even though his eyes were filled with tears, the contempt was sharp and piercing. "It's easy for you to say that you committed suicide. When you see women making a fuss and can't move their legs, I don't think their brains are working very well."

Heimdall was not angry, and said calmly, "I hope you still have the strength to argue when we leave."

Ferlin curled his lips, blinked away his tears, turned around and yelled at the dementor to go to work.

Heimdall ate a chocolate.

"Hi beauty!"

Heimdall looked back and saw a bald old man on the ground on the other side of the fence. He was wearing a big cloth bag that looked like a house elf. His right eye was cloudy and his left eye was clear and sharp. His face was so dark that he could barely see. His facial features were clear, whether it was skin color or dirt, his cheeks were sunken badly, and his skin and bones were like a mummy.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The bald old man quickly climbed to the fence.

Heimdall walked towards the fence, and a dementor floated quietly behind him, long withered claws sticking out dangerously.Heimdall, who suddenly felt the turbulent chill, turned his head, raised his wand and placed it between him and the dementor, and then blew violently towards the tip of the wand, golden flames burst out like waves hitting the shore, and the dementor let out an unpleasant sound. The scream flew away hastily.

Of course, this kind of ignition cannot burn the dementors, and there is no other way for this thing to be expelled except by calling the guardian of the gods—at least with Heimdall’s current level, except for the guardians of the gods, other methods can’t hurt the vitals of the dementors—but Flames are warm and bright, and they hate all things warm, enough to scare them.Heimdall doesn't need to fight them, timely warning or even intimidation is necessary.As I said before, they are very evil, and once they have the opportunity, they don't care who you are.

"Good job!" The old man laughed hard. "These bastards are stalking! If the situation didn't allow it, I would have wanted to teach them a lesson!"

"Keep your voice down, they don't have big eyes." Heimdall squatted down in front of the fence, ignoring the stench and dirt, and took out a cigar from his pocket.

As soon as the old man's eyes lit up, he was salivating like a satyr when he saw a naked girl.

Heimdall dodged his eagerly outstretched hand.

"Give it to me, give it to me, I want to die..." The old man's eyes were green.

"Promise me not to forget."

"No, no." The old man reassured.

Heimdall magically lit a cigar and handed it over.

Who knows that this old man has quite a lot of conditions, "What's the point of smoking alone? Let me tell you. Although I can't be my own master now, if we are outside, we will have a ceremony when we reach an agreement. There is no wine here. The only way is to smoke together." An unquestionable look.

Heimdall admires him for insisting on his own opinion even though he is so greedy. People who can restrain themselves are usually terrible—the "terrible" here has multiple meanings.

Heimdall handed the old man an unlit cigar, and the old man brazenly asked for a cigarette, but Heimdall flatly refused. With a wave of his wand, he almost burned his eyebrows, and the old man screamed from the heat.

The dementors were scurrying above the head, and Heimdall's doing so was a violation of the rules, but the dementors themselves were violations, and Heimdall had no objection to "knowing the law and breaking the law".

The old man puffed out the smoke vigorously, just like a person who has experienced a long drought and rain, he tried his best to puff up his mouth, as if he could inhale half a cigarette more.

Heimdall looked at the cigarette in his hand, tried to take a few puffs, and struggled to squeeze it again and again so as not to let himself cough earth-shatteringly.

The old man stared back at the barely moving cigar, "Don't give it to me!"

Heimdall twisted the cigar against the ground a few times and extinguished it, and the old man howled regretfully.

"Waste, waste, thunder strikes!"

"Stop talking nonsense," Heimdall said intently. "I've fulfilled your condition, now it's your turn."

"Don't worry, I have another condition, don't you remember?" The old man grinned, not only missing a few teeth, but also black and yellow.

Heimdall took out a handkerchief, and the old man immediately threw the cigarette away and lay down on the fence.

"Come closer."

The handkerchief was parked in front of the fence, and the old man raised his chin and sniffed it.

"No, come closer."

Heimdall did as he was told, and moved the handkerchief a few centimeters closer to the old man.

The old man snatched it up unexpectedly, and was dodged by Heimdall, who had been on guard for a long time. This is how the handkerchief was snatched last time, and Heimdall did not expect to get it back.

The old man began to feel anxious, like a trapped animal circling in a cage, and picked up the cigarette butts thrown on the ground and smoked.After that, he rushed back to the cage unwillingly and asked to smell it again.Heimdall readily agreed, but he still couldn't distinguish the scent on the handkerchief, he couldn't even say what it was.

The old man was completely irritable, and his two pitch-black claws scratched back and forth on his forehead, leaving streaks of blood, which could not be seen clearly because of his dark complexion.

"Impossible... how is this possible... there is no scent that I, Pilang, can't recognize..."

"How about it, do you admit defeat?" Heimdall put away the handkerchief in a leisurely manner.

The old man firmly grasped the fence, "Honey, what is this extracted from?"

"Have you ever heard of fragrance?" Heimdall said.

"Essence?" The old man looked blank. "Have I lost touch with the world? I've never heard of fragrance..."

"Now you've heard." Heimdall didn't intend to explain to him, and stopped eating after explaining. "Now it's my turn, tell me everything you know."

The old man remained motionless, as if caught in his own thoughts and couldn't extricate himself.

Heimdall shook his head when these self-respecting experts were attacked in the field they were proud of.

"If you tell me everything you know, I'll bring the essence next time." Heimdall threw out the bait.

The old man was really fooled.

"Are you serious?!"

"Never break your word."

The old man danced and danced.

Heimdall paused, "But, you have to tell me everything I need."

The old man nodded hastily, "I said, I said, that day..." He looked around cautiously, and only when Heimdall was close to the fence, he continued, "Bock committed suicide."

Heimdall narrowed his eyes.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I haven't finished yet!" The old man was afraid of offending him, so the fragrance disappeared. "He committed suicide, but he also died of a violent death. This result was caused by himself. He broke his oath, so he paid the price: his life."

Heimdall frowned, "Death by accident, but suicide? Isn't this a contradiction?"

"No contradiction." The old man's cloudy right eye reflected the shadow of death. "Everyone in the wizarding world can do it, as long as certain conditions are met."

Heimdall suddenly realized, "Swear?"

The old man laughed, and the laughter was particularly creepy amidst the creaking echoes.

"How do you know?" Heimdall said.

"Bok and I have been neighbors for 19 years. There is nothing to do in this hellish place, except howling ghosts and howling wolves, and kisses from dementors. It's rare that someone who is not afraid of dementors will be my neighbor...you know what, Bock The more afraid that person is, the more he talks."

"What did he swear and why did he break his oath? He spent nearly 20 years in prison," Heimdall asked.

"Do you know taut?"

"do not know."

"He is the god of ancient Egypt. It is said that Daote left a book of Daote, which records the will of the gods to the world. This book no longer exists due to wars, disasters, famines and other reasons. The prophecy of the survival of wizards remains somewhere in this world."

(PS: This is not our original book. The Book of Taut is a mysterious book in ancient Egypt that only Pharaoh had the right to read. Whenever you encounter unsolvable problems, you can solve them by reading this book that is said to be left by the gods. In fact, it is now The predecessor of the Tarot. Is it understandable that the pharaohs of ancient Egypt relied on "fortune" to solve problems?! Let's borrow the book of the gods here. You don't have to be serious, just read it.)

"I only believe in Merlin, the power of wizards comes from nature."

The old man smiled indifferently, "Just because you don't believe it, doesn't mean that others don't believe it."

"...Could it be that Bock died because of this prophecy, whether it is true or not?"

"I don't know what the form of his non-disclosure agreement was, but he died because he told me, and now I'm telling you about it, we are a community of destiny, Stulusson."

Heimdall stood up abruptly, "I don't know anything."

The old man was still smiling, as if he was wearing a mask.

"Sooner or later we will know."

"To make a fool of yourself!"

At this moment, screams sounded from the small private room, and it was Adeleia Firing.

"Go, go!" The old man suddenly woke up like a god, the scary mask disappeared, and the horrifying expression also faded away, he shouted excitedly. "The hero saves the beauty, and promises you with your body. This kind of good deed is cheap for you, kid!"

No matter how old you are, you don't respect yourself.

and.

"I like men!" Judge Sturlusson roared and rushed to the small room.

"What did you bring?" Viktor saw Heimdall carefully stuffing two beautifully wrapped boxes into his pocket early in the morning.

"A meeting gift for your grandmother, it's not easy to come to the door empty-handed."

"What are you preparing?"

"...Limited edition brown sugar toad biscuits from Honeydukes Dessert Shop, and a set of golden carved jade cigarette holders." Heimdall was a little apprehensive. "Would your grandmother throw the box in my face?"

Victor looked at him in surprise. Fortunately, the two had an unusual relationship, otherwise this remark was too hasty.

In fact, Heimdall didn't intend to listen to his answer, and said directly, "It's okay, I chose the heavy hardcover edition, and specially asked the store to pack it in the most exquisite and solid, even if she wanted to, she couldn't shake it. "If it doesn't work, he can also pre-cast a few spells that people can't handle, I believe that the old lady won't use her wand with him in public...

Victor couldn't laugh or cry, and his heart was sore. Rigg was like a weapon, and it was self-evident how it was caused.

He put his arm around Heimdall's shoulders, "I'm sorry, dear."

"I don't accept it. It has nothing to do with you if I told you not to come here." Heimdall said. "You can't be responsible for your grandmother's preferences."

Victor touched his face, "You kept tossing and turning last night." The master thought it was Mrs. Krum who kept Heimdall so depressed that he didn't sleep well all night, although he himself guessed All feel unreliable.

Heimdall touched his face, and naturally he couldn't feel haggard.

"I heard a ghost story yesterday afternoon, and I had a nightmare at night." Heimdall was annoyed when he thought of the alarmist old bald man.