HP's Foreign Land

Heimdall thought he would see a fully enclosed room, with white lights, dead walls, and a cold mortuary cabinet... By the way, there might be shelves like bones piled up with all kinds of things that he couldn't describe. The tool of the name-the purpose of which he can't say.The light and shadow cast by the chandelier hanging above hit the wall, forming a silhouette like a medieval guillotine, with a grim aura of death.

All of the above were seen on TV. Somehow, the deeper I went with Peter, the more vivid these images became, jumping in front of my eyes like a three-dimensional movie.

But that's not the case, at least not in the wizarding world's mortuary.

The caretaker, Michael Banda, was sitting in the doorway eating spaghetti covered in colorful goo, and he was burying his head in his mouth as the two passed.Banda was tall and slender, unlike the pale face of the green-robed wizard who guarded the gate, his skin was dark and his age could not be seen. He seemed young, but he did not show much vigor.Banda is an African wizard from Zambia.

"What's the number?" Banda asked without looking up.

His English is not the usual continental style, but with a strong American taste, which is quite rare in Heimdall's environment.

Heimdall looked at Peter.

Peter said, "10671."

Already ranked more than 1? !Heimdall couldn't help but be speechless, the reception was not small.

"Oh, it's that guy." Banda snorted sympathetically, finished the last noodle, put the plate in a mess, wiped his mouth and stood up. "I've been working here for six or seven years, and it's the first time I've seen someone who died in such a miserable state." At this point, a piece of parchment appeared in his hand like a magic trick, and then he said to the air: "Clean up 10671 Come out to meet guests... Are you family members? Sons and nephews? Or are you just here to watch the fun?"

Do you want to let in the fun? !Peter is almost Spartan.

Heimdall said dryly, "We're here to handle the case."

Banda seemed to have just noticed the two people's clothes, and started to mutter.

Heimdall and Peter didn't want to know why he was confused.

Heimdall and Peter were about to follow him to the destination, but Banda stopped suddenly, frowning impatiently, watching the posture of the head turning, as if he was listening to the report of the house elf.Heimdall and Peter were not easy to urge, they stayed where they were and stared.

"Sorry, I'll deal with some minor issues first." Banda nodded to the two, then turned around and opened a door at random.

Seeing that he did not shy away, the two followed him out of curiosity.

The room was small, with nothing in it but a fireplace and an empty table that didn't seem to work.

When Banda entered, the other end was already connected, and a head appeared in the fireplace.

【Oh, Michael, you are finally here!These damned house-elves are full of straws, always unable to tell the priority of things, and delaying my big things...] The head with slicked hair complained loudly.

Banda interrupted him bluntly, "I don't think so, they are always very considerate, and never come out while I'm eating to make people feel disgusted."

What was more embarrassing than the slick head was disturbing the two slim young men who were eating Banda.

"What's the problem?" Banda didn't care that it took time to mend the glass heart.

"Yesterday you issued an autopsy report."

"not detailed enough?"

"No, no," said Slickly and carefully. "Your report states that the time of death was between eleven o'clock in the morning and two o'clock in the afternoon."

"With my ability, I can only come to this conclusion."

"You've misunderstood me." She said with a greasy smile. "Look, will this time fluctuate? For example, push it forward by three hours, or push it back by five hours..."

Peter and Heimdall couldn't help but look at each other, and tried their best to suppress the upturned corners of their mouths.

Banda pursed his lips patiently, "Yes."

Glossy eyes brighten up.

"Wait until you find another poor victim, or you can do it yourself." Banda grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace amidst screams like oily pigs, and an unnatural explosion erupted in the furnace black green smoke.The slick head is gone.

Banda clapped his hands and noticed the eyes of the two young people, so he said: "Mr. Breda's jurisdiction rarely has shocking incidents, and the residents there cherish life more than wizards elsewhere.

The two young men couldn't hold back and laughed.

When they turned around, the smile froze on their faces.

Lying on the originally empty table was a corpse of a horrible color—the body was covered with a white cloth, and only the ankle and the lower part could be seen—needless to say who it was.

"Don't move, just here." Banda put on his gloves and took out his wand.

The two young people respectively took the gloves from the elf and followed suit.

They stood on both sides of the table with solemn faces.

Under Banda's signal, the white cloth was removed.

Banda shook his head regretfully, what a tragedy.

The two young men were stunned.

Banda thought they were frightened by the hideousness of the corpse, so he pretended not to notice.

Who knows.

"Who is this?" Peter asked in surprise.

"10671," Banda called the parchment down to his eyes. "Maria Alexander, who believed that a certain kind of highly poisonous plant could enhance the charm of women and maintain a good figure, died after taking a large amount for a long time."

No wonder he had such a strange expression after hearing that they came to handle the case just now. The cause of death of this lady is clear, there is nothing suspicious, and various investigations are nearing completion.

"The man we're looking for is Bock," Heimdall said. "A white male wizard in his sixties who was said to have been in good health before his death."

Banda frowned, "What's the number?"

Peter took out the book from his pocket and flipped through it, then said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry I made a mistake, it should be 10761."

After a lot of tossing, Mr. Bock finally revealed his true face.

Banda's thick black fingers deftly flipped through the records sent by the house elf, "I didn't take this case."

Under normal circumstances, any organization will not have only one person sticking to the post, of course there are people who work in shifts.

"What's the autopsy result?" Peter asked.

When Banda saw the end, he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, turned the parchment over, and faced the two of them.

"Restrict access."

Heimdall sneered secretly, no wonder they came in easily.

"Can you be accommodating?" Peter befriended him.

"I have no plans to change jobs at the moment." Banda decisively rolled up the parchment.

Peter gritted his teeth unwillingly.Although he didn't take this matter to heart at first, and deliberately put on a high-hanging appearance, but when he really hit a wall, he got into the horns and didn't let him see him, the more he wanted to see it.

"What do you think?" Heimdall said suddenly.

Banda paused and looked back.

Heimdall said calmly, "We don't have access, so I have to ask you to take care of it. Isn't this illegal?"

Banda remained expressionless, "No, this is my job."

Heimdall smiled slightly, "Thank you."

Peter recalled it now, and looked at Banda expectantly.

Three hours later, they left the morgue.

Behind them, the unsmiling green-robed wizard got into the back of the small door again.

The two of them were walking on the bustling wizarding commercial street, and there was a patter of rain in the sky.They were not in a hurry and hid under the eaves on the street.Heimdall bought two ice creams for twelve Sickles, which Peter didn't usually eat, except occasionally when the temperature was high in summer.

"There was no external injury, no poisoning, no magic attack, and the inside was intact, not even a hair fell out. It's incredible that he died." Peter was very worried about the autopsy results.

Michael Banda did a rough check. A detailed autopsy requires a lot of time and energy, which they lack.

Heimdall crunched the chocolate chips on the ice cream.

"When I was handing over to the trial supervision office some time ago, I went to Silesia again and talked to Bock's neighbor for a while," Heimdall said.

"Neighbor?"

"In prison."

"Oh. What did he say?"

Heimdall taught Peter the old bald menacing tone, but the latter did not show the expected sneer.

"You believe it?" Heimdall guessed a thing or two from his eyes.

Peter hesitated and said, "...you have seen the results of today, most likely died of the curse."

"How can you be sure?"

"He died suddenly without warning, and there was no sign of homicide. What else could it be if it wasn't a curse?"

"It may also be the backlash of the spell." Heimdall said.

Peter wondered, "Both are equally good."

Heimdall rolled his eyes at him, "Looking at you like this, you know you didn't learn well in school. Spell backlash and curse are not the same thing! To put it bluntly, a curse is black magic, the purpose is to kill people. Spell backlash is a kind of Preventive measures, powerful backlash can also kill people invisibly. The subjectivity and objectivity of motives are not a concept.”

Peter pouted.

Heimdall grabbed his chin unexpectedly, "Honey, you're eating my food, don't face me like this!"

Peter screamed from being pinched.

After eating the ice cream, the rain stopped, and a rainbow was faintly hanging in the sky.

"Going back?" Peter said.

"Go back." Heimdall glanced at his pocket watch.

"Come with me to the team?" The "team" Peter said was the rookie squad he led that couldn't even ride a broom.

"No, next time, I owe you a favor." Heimdall said.

After a few words of persuasion from Peter, Heimdall was resolute, and squinted, "We are not bachelors that no one wants, and we have to go back and take care of our children!"

Peter is Spartan again.

Appear again at the station next to the Wizarding Union building.

Peter was very unhappy, "Today's trip was in vain." The only harvest was still so ambiguous.

Heimdall said: "Leave a contact information with Mr. Banda before leaving. If there is any further news, please let me know in time."

"You're going to take advantage of it. He said yes?"

Heimdall shrugged, "I don't know, he didn't say so."

"It stands to reason that this matter has passed, at least it has nothing to do with you. You were suspended for a day when the incident happened, and you were afraid to avoid it on others. Why are you making trouble for yourself?" I can't figure it out.

Heimdall said bluntly: "Just because it got me suspended for a day without reason, I want to figure it out even more."

Peter was speechless.

Parted ways with Peter at the gate of the federation, and before he could turn around, his assistant, Clemenceau, came out panting to stop him.

"Judge Leeds invites you to his office."

Filled with reluctance, Heimdall came to the trial supervision office. Before seeing Liz, Adeleia Flynn jumped out like a thorn on fire, and rushed the worried Kerry like a beggar. Monceau.As Clemenceau's boss, Heimdall quickly turned cold, but was stopped by Clemenceau's eyes hoping that he would calm down.Heimdall suddenly had mixed feelings in his heart. He had never been so confused about when IW became so boring like today.

Clemenceau disappeared spontaneously with one step and three turns.

Heimdall couldn't hold back his breath, and continued to follow the flamboyant Filin with a cold face. He wanted to see what other interesting ideas this woman had.

Entering the Leeds office, Flynn pointed out her new discovery straight to the point in front of the supporters, that is, Heimdall abused his power, pretending to be someone from their trial supervision office and ran to the mortuary without permission, and loudly emphasized that this case is not related to the filing of the case. The office has nothing to do with it, and Heimdall's behavior is an unreasonable question of their trial supervision office's ability to handle cases.

Heimdall smiled, "The accusation of 'groundless doubt' comes from your mouth, which is particularly thought-provoking."

Ms. Feilin glared at her, and said seemingly righteously: "Gu Yi said he is your old trick, don't try to get away with it, if you don't admit it, I have witnesses to prove it!"

He said it like a suspect who was under final trial.I hope she can be so powerful and deafening to the heinous real criminals in court.

Heimdall said nothing.

"Speak!" Miss Ferring ordered.

"Why?" Heimdall said innocently. "Unless you are a judge, you cannot order me to do anything and I have the right to remain silent before my peers."

Miss Ferring felt tight in her chest.

"Miss Film," Liz, who had been watching from the sidelines, stopped Film who was about to make persistent efforts. "I have something to say to Inquisitor Struluson."

Miss Ferring couldn't turn the corner for a while, and stared blankly at Liz.

"I mean talking alone," Liz added calmly.

Miss Feilin squeezed out a smug smile, bit her lower lip, and quickly retreated to the door.

"By the way, there is one more thing." Liz's voice sounded, and Ferling turned around quickly - the speed of the rotation was amazing.

"I'm just asking why you are able to grasp the whereabouts of your colleagues so accurately. I believe you have realized that Judge Sturluson is not a suspect."

Flynn mumbled.

"This is not an example." Liz said lightly.

Felin trembled in his heart, lowered his head and dodged out.

Liz's eyes fell on Heimdall's face, serious and sharp.

"Actually she's right about one thing, you've crossed the line, Judge Sturluson."

"I'm just trying to figure out what made me suspend for a day." Heimdall was as calm as he could be.

"The results of it?"

"There won't be any results, right? I don't have permission."

Liz glanced at him, but didn't see through his trick.

"As a judge of our IW, as a member of the functional department holding a legal sword to punish rape and eliminate evil, you have no concept of restraint at all, and your discipline is close to zero. Regardless of your work ability, I don't want IW to end up Become a disorganized mess, especially under the influence of young people like you: undisciplined, egotistical, overly flexible, unorganized, undisciplined, and self-important,” Liz said bluntly.

Heimdall was silent.

Liz paused, "Why don't you speak?"

"say what?"

Liz didn't know how to continue, he waved his hand.

Heimdall stood up without hesitation and walked out.

"Don't cause trouble for Hollingworth, he has been very difficult to get ahead in his life." Liz said casually.

Heimdall, who had already grabbed the doorknob with his right hand, turned around abruptly, strode to Liz's desk, and looked down at him.

"You taught me and I admit it. Who made you a judge. But you shouldn't judge my boss. In my heart, his status is no different from yours." Heimdall said loudly. "If you want to give instructions to the filing office, please sit on the chair of the Supreme Justice, Your Excellency!"

Then, he walked out of the room with his chest up and his head up. When the door closed behind him, the majestic momentum blew away and he smashed his head against the wall in annoyance.

Let you owe!Let you owe!Let you owe!

Judge Sturluson returned to the filing office with a haggard face.

"...I'm probably going to take an indefinite vacation." Heimdall, who had planned for the worst, handed all the information at hand to Clemenceau, and told him not to talk too much in front of Hollingworth. "I've read all of these and took some notes. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. You can do it yourself."

Clemenceau was shocked.

Inside Judge Leeds' office.

The balcony door leading to the office was pushed open, and Gironde stepped into the room.

"What a lively young man," said Gironde cheerfully.

Liz stared at him for a moment, "He is very hostile to me." He also put on a look of being puzzled.

Gironde couldn't laugh or cry. On the first day of meeting, he told people domineeringly that he was not optimistic about his boss, and everyone would have an opinion.

"I can only blame you for speaking too directly," Gironde hinted.

"Do you still have to go round and round when talking to your subordinates?" Liz asked back.

"Don't tell me you're such a candid ass, I'll laugh my ass off," Gironde said.

Liz changed the subject without hesitation, "Does Ferring have a problem with Sturlusson?"

"I have to ask Feilin. Everything is normal in my eyes. One thing makes me puzzled. Why did you name Adeleia Feilin as your assistant? There are really outstanding young IWs."

That last line is intriguing.

"Because she is self-righteous, she insists on going her own way and doesn't listen to harsh words." Liz commented. "As long as it is done properly, her various 'advantages' will be very convenient for me." For example, today's wonderful cross-border tracking, because of the film, Liz can justifiably know more information without worrying about being under surveillance allegations by colleagues.

"You warned her," Gironde reminded.

"Can she listen?" Liz said meaningfully. "A Gold Gallon bets she won't."

When Heimdall came home, he found that the master hadn't come back. He went into the bathroom to wash his face, and then went to the small garden under Hina's instructions.

Mionier was holding a small shovel with flower spots, squatting by the flowerbed and digging hard.This 2-square-meter-square land was circled by the two fathers to cultivate his hobbies. Mionier seems to like it very much. Now, besides his frogs and bathtubs, tossing mud ranks third among his hobbies.

"Son, I'm back." Inquisitor Sturluson rubbed against Mionier.

Mionier glanced at his father who seemed lonely and wronged, and stretched out his hand to pat him very manly, but unfortunately he was small and short, only reaching the little papa's knee.Even so, Heimdall, who released all the factors of the silly father, was moved without any pressure—Judge Sturlusson was instantly cured, and a family baba is a treasure—in order not to disturb his son’s important work, he A kiss on the soft hair.

"Do you need my help?" Heimdall asked in a low voice.

Mionir authoritatively presented him with another small green shovel to go with it.

In fact, you can just throw the seeds down, but someone pretended to have amnesia, and happily took the shovel and rummaged in the mud.

One big and one small were dug all over their bodies with mud, their faces were black and white like tabby cats.

Mionir danced happily, and although Heimdall didn't understand what he was so happy about, the smile on his face couldn't stop.

They took a bath together, and Heimdall patiently accompanied Mionier to play with the submarine and the rubber duck in the bathtub for a while.

After that, the two took their animal friends for a walk in the woods.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, so Heimdall took out the children's telescope and taught Mionnier to see the stars.Although Inquisitor Strulusson is only half-baked in astronomy, he can speak basic knowledge, not to mention Mionnier is only a little baby over two years old.Even the children's version of the brass telescope is still heavy for Mionir now, and Heimdall needs to help support it.

When Victor came back, the sky was full of stars. Looking at the stained glass lights hanging on the double-decker bus, he saw one big and one small in the light circle imitating wolves howling up to the sky, shouting and dancing weird dance steps around the circle.He couldn't help but walked over.

"What are you doing?"

One big and one small stopped for a moment, the boss stared at him with wide eyes, and the master's hairs stood on end.

"What's the matter?" Victor was puzzled.

"It's your big dad!" Heimdall was the first to break the silence.

"Big Daddy!" Mionir followed suit.

Heimdall rushed forward, followed by Mionnier, pounding his short legs.

"You're back!" Heimdall hung on the master like a monkey.

The master was caught off guard for a moment, and managed to stand still.

Just as he stabilized the sweet burden, he felt his leg sink, and Mionier yelled "I'm back" and hugged his leg.

The master staggered again.

My son is really strong, he is only a little over two years old.

The master raised his head amusedly, his eyes fell inadvertently on the front, he immediately narrowed his eyes, and then his expression changed.

Not far away, the toffees also moved in a straight line and rushed towards him happily...