HP's Foreign Land

one,

Four nocturnal beasts blocked the flower garden path leading to the west corner, with the stone lamppost as the center, diverted by Heimdall's will, scaring away the goblins who were trying to flee to the west.The large army of goblins that drilled in from the east was still some distance away from the west wall corner. The flower trellis and family vegetable garden in the courtyard more or less blocked the view and route.

The plants on the east side of the yard were seriously damaged. Several sunflowers fell to the ground as if blown off by a strong wind, the huge flower discs were smashed to pieces, and the poles were crushed on the orchids that Victor took care of...

Victor didn't care about it, and Director Strulusson became restless.

That flower!Those flowers are very expensive! ! !

The head of the room is Sparta.

"What are you going to do?" The old man who noticed that his expression was wrong hurriedly hugged him.

"I want them to know how powerful I am, let them taste the taste of 'thousand arrows piercing the heart', don't stop me—" Heimdall was furious.

"It's no longer needed." Victor pulled him back funny, then kissed his lips, and only let him go when the room chief calmed down. "Look, the situation is under control."

Indeed, as the master said, the situation has turned in their favor.In general, goblins are not aggressive magical creatures in the usual sense.They have sharp teeth and sharp mouth, but they are not suitable for fighting. Generally, most of them choose to hide in the burrow when encountering enemies, and do not take the initiative to fight.They are herbivores.

Maybe these goblins originally intended to make a nest in their yard—as to why they couldn’t wait so much, it’s unknown. Due to the large number, the two owners of the yard witnessed the migration of goblin troops that were larger than expected. I have been attacked.In fact, the goblins are wronged, they just want to dig holes in another place.

But wizards do not welcome the arrival of goblins, they will reveal the whereabouts of wizards, but this is not the most important thing. For Mr. Sturluson, the most unbearable thing is...

"My flowers...ah, the tabby hanging basket that Draco sent...my heather..." The head of the room held up the crumbling hanging basket with trembling hands, blood palm heather drooping lifelessly on the messy ground.

Victor hooked his shoulders and hugged him, squatting down to inspect the plants.

"It's fine, it's still alive, and the roots haven't been bitten."

What are the goblins doing at this time?Just as he was caught off guard when he came, he was even more hurried when he left.They gnawed away most of the plants in the yard, only the one on the west side was spared.The nocturnal beasts flying in the air are a great threat to the goblins, coupled with the bravery of the small stone monsters and elves, and the bloody mouths of toffee and buns, several goblins have already lay flat on the ground.The goblins finally realized that the enemy was too powerful and the loss outweighed the gain, so they decided to retreat temporarily.

That's right, for now.Goblins may not be smart, but they look for a wizard's house, and they are so nostalgic. Once they miss them, unless they move away, they will have to deal with them for the rest of their lives.

A goblin ran past Heimdall's feet, and when it got out of the hole in the wall, it didn't forget to grab the rose that was unfortunately uprooted during the battle, put it in its mouth and chewed it contentedly, and screamed excitedly. squeeze.

Chief Sturluson's eyes glowed green.

The goblin was still in a running posture when it was suspended in mid-air, and was still chewing on plant roots, not aware of the worrying situation at all.

The green light in Heimdall's eyes was even brighter, and he swung his wand violently. The goblin drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and with a belated scream, it sank into the darkness in the distance.The goblins who were shoving and shoving on the ground looked around in a daze, but they continued to squeeze and spread outwards without seeing them.

Heimdall was extremely discouraged, and he couldn't find any satisfaction in comparing with these little things, only a deep powerlessness.

The head of the room kicked the balcony hard in frustration, his toes wrapped in soft indoor shoes hit the hard sharp corner, and the head of the room let out a scream.The goblins turned around and saw his distorted facial features, and they all bared their teeth and yelled, squeaking and squeaking like a cat's paw scratching glass.Chief Sturluson covered his feet and blushed. He was perhaps the first wizard in ancient times to be ridiculed by goblins who were admitted to be stupid.

Victor tried his best not to laugh out loud, and comforted Heimdall who was about to go berserk.

The pod arched its back and let out a shrill scream.

Gritting his teeth, Heimdall said, "Did you kick your foot too?"

[There are mice!Rats! ] Pod jumped on top of him in a panic.

"It's normal to have mice, don't just deprive them of their right to live!" Heimdall was a little annoyed.

Pod scratched Heimdall's shoulder vigorously, not listening to his complaints at all.

[Get rid of them! ]

Victor looked around silently.

"Where is the mouse? I didn't see it..." Before he finished speaking, several gray animals that looked like house mice ran past, and their targets were also the plants in the yard.

With the help of the lights in the courtyard, they finally saw the appearance of the mouse clearly. It was a Motra rat with sea anemone-like sarcoma on its back.

This unscientific!

Heimdall was dumbfounded as the multra rats proliferated.This kind of magical animal belongs to the coastal creatures of Britain, and it is also found in the European continent, but the number is small, and it does not form groups in large groups like Britain.Motra rats are almost invisible in this part of central Europe, because the environment here is not their ideal habitat.

But all this completely subverted the undeniable knowledge in the textbook, and Heimdall was in a daze.

[Ahhh, here we come!coming!Kill them quickly! ] Pods freaking out.

"You are still not a cat, this is your job, hurry up!" Heimdall was so yelled at by it that he had a headache, and tried to grab it from his back several times, but failed.

Pods still go their own way.

The muttra jumped into the pool, flopping around happily, after all they like water.Heimdall's scalp tingled for a while, it was the place where they bathed and played, and then a flame shot out from Heimdall's wand, shuttled across the water, and the Mortla rats in the water were in a mess.

Victor took the opportunity to quickly clean up the mice in the water. They were quickly frozen and thrown out of the hospital.

If it weren't for the concern about the house and the baby in the room, the two fathers would definitely take more drastic measures.

Motra rats are not as destructive as goblins that eat plants, but they are also very impressive. Once they change their habit of eating only crustaceans, they will bite as soon as they catch something. As long as they can bite, even if they can't swallow Destruction can be said to be very bad.

"What's going on here?" Heimdall asked in confusion.

What is it about the yard at home that attracts these uninvited guests?

The two fathers suddenly thought of that Bowtruckle, could it be that these things were attracted by it?

"Goblins and Mortra rats eat Bowtruckles?" Heimdall was basically numb to their destruction, anyway, they were all wreckage, nothing more than wreckage.

Victor shook his head, and swallowed back the firm denial. What happened in front of him made those words of wisdom no longer so confident.

Heimdall saw that the group of Motra rats began to gather by the pool. Their instincts still prefer to be close to water, and the plants in the yard are not in danger for the time being.Heimdall winked at Victor, telling him to give up cleaning up the rats in the water and simply let the pool be used as bait.

Toffee and Bun are more fond of Muttra rats, and they kill the rats in the wild, and their meat is better than goblins.Doudou was finally willing to leave Heimdall, chose the toffee that seemed to make him feel more secure, and lay on his back to pretend to be a tiger.Sweeping away the nervous madness, he seemed to forget who was screaming like a pig just now.

The two fathers let the night beast watch the group of mice-to keep them from approaching the west corner, and they came to the rose vine.

The rose vines glow faintly, faintly visible, unlike the silence just now.Victor and Heimdall exchanged glances. The Bowtruckle is still inside?Didn't take the opportunity to run away?They carefully used magic to move away the rose that blocked their sight.The scene behind Qiangwei surprised the two of them.

The Bowtruckle was already attached to a plant. That plant should have broken through the ground not long ago. The whole body was immature, the branches were soft and slender, crumbling, and the bulging young leaves seemed to be broken at the touch of a finger.The whole sapling is no more than a dozen centimeters high, and the Bowtruckle is bigger than the plant itself.I don't know if the light from the Bowtruckle affected the saplings, or the saplings will glow by themselves. The tree in front of me is covered by a layer of light mist, crystal clear and silvery, and I believe it will shine brilliantly in time.

Heimdall closed his mouth wide open, "...Silver Fire Tree?"

Victor nodded and said with a complicated expression, "I didn't expect to have it in our yard." What's even more incredible is that it actually germinated. For this kind of plant, breaking the ground basically means an increase in the survival rate.

Heimdall got a bag of seeds from the horsemen in the Forbidden Forest—this is a symbol of the horsemen's willingness to make friends with you. After they settled in the Knight's Tower, they sowed those seeds in the courtyard.In fact, not all the seeds sent by the centaur are rare species—for these highly intelligent creatures who regard plants as life, there is no distinction between high and low plants—those seemingly rare species grow extremely slowly and have very little chance of germination.

At present, if it really doesn't make a sound, it will be a blockbuster.

The silver flower fire tree is a rare plant cultivated by the horse people, but it is not so expensive that it is priceless, but because wizards seldom grow it alive.There are different opinions on the reasons, and wizards generally believe that the centaurs have the undisclosed method of cultivating such plants.Judging from the inexplicable animal moving incident tonight, the reason why the wizard can't grow is probably related to the right time and place.

First of all, the silver flower fire tree seems to need the care of Bowtruckle as unique as it; second, the place where wizards live is difficult to avoid goblins.

Again, even without the goblin, other animals seem interested in it or its guardians...

It can be seen that the Motra rat is actually an omnivorous animal.

Thinking of this, the two looked at each other with mutual understanding, and determined the next step - to ensure that this hard-won plant stays away from danger.

two,

Olar, who returned home after delivering the letter, flapped his wings leisurely and flew all the way home.

When it approached the place, it was surprised to find that the yard was brightly lit, and there were strange commotions from time to time.Olar speeded up his flight.

It flew over the Muttra rat, and the squishing Muttra rat suddenly became more agitated.It looks like a layer of shallow rolling taupe waves, scrambling to step on each other.

The two fathers and animal friends who drove the mice away were taken aback by their self-disruption.

Olar landed on the top of the courtyard wall, and the rats scrambling on the wall and the wall holes jumped down screaming, as if they were trying to distance themselves from Olar as much as possible.The docile Queen Falcon didn't notice the slightest difference. When it tried to flap its wings and sweep towards the Motra rats scurrying on the wall, the mice were terrified, and several of them fell to the ground stiffly—playing dead.

Heimdall had an idea.

"Olar, yes, that's it, flap your wings, no, no, don't get close to them, stay away from them, just flap your wings..." Heimdall commanded with dancing, fearing that the non-aggressive Olar would be hurt , decided to use it to pretend to be a tiger.

Spiders are afraid of the Queen's Falcon, which has been confirmed in the Forbidden Forest-Xiao Ba's relatives and friends are almost scared out of their heads.

"Mortla Rat is also afraid of the Queen Falcon?" Heimdall murmured joyfully.

"It is said that a long time ago, the Queen's Falcon lived in the wild and was not domesticated. In addition to preying on spiders, they would occasionally catch small magical animals to improve their food." Professor Krum said authoritatively.

Heimdall looked at the hard-working Olar, unable to imagine the sight of him swallowing a mouse.

Victor seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said, "The wild queen falcon is bigger than Olar. According to the body length standard at that time, Olar was underdeveloped."

Heimdall's guilty inner cow, because of ignorance, once let Olar down on food.

Cooperating with Olar's "attack", Heimdall began to cast the basic movement spell on the objects near the Motra rat. The shovels, gloves, kettles and other objects flew around and beat, interweaving into a net to form a lot of lethality. Cause chaos among rats.The master picked out several thick sticks and lit them. The torches spread among the rats in an instant, and the Muttra rats retreated out of nowhere, screaming and scattering into the darkness.

Heimdall saw that the momentum was almost ready, and tried to cast Rapid Collapse on the ground.This magic has an immediate effect on the effect of the building, if it is facing the ground...

It won't really collapse, but the ground will swell and shake slightly, with an earthquake-like effect, and it won't last long.But the Motra rats didn't know this, their fear was out of control, and they ran around like headless chickens.

A small section of the courtyard wall cracked and collapsed. Heimdall turned pale and hurriedly stopped.

I drop the wall———

The Motrarat took the opportunity to rush out from the middle of the cracked wall, and the speed of escape became more efficient.

The two fathers didn't intend to kill them all. They were relieved to see the retreating group of rats. At the same time, they thought, would there be more rats in the future? !So he stared at the crack in the middle of the wall as if facing an enemy, and looked out into the dark distance outside.

In the depths of the dense forest, the goblins who have been watching the movement here clumsily ambush in the flowering bushes. Seeing the Mutra rat fleeing in a hurry through the gaps in the branches, they reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​taking advantage of the loopholes, and walked deeper into the forest step by step. .

The master looked at his pocket watch, hey, it's past three o'clock.

They waited for a while, and it seemed that everything was going on as usual, and they gradually relaxed.

Olar flew from the wall to the balcony, and Heimdall gently patted its head.

Olar rubbed his hand coquettishly.

"Go back and rest, you've worked hard." Heimdall called out Hina, and opened the window for Olar.

Looking at the remains of animals and plants all over the yard, Heimdall sighed. This indiscriminate disaster is really dumbfounding.

Seeing his sleepy face, Victor said, "Go to sleep, as long as there are me and Hina here."

"You won't be going to work tomorrow?" Heimdall shook his head, discussing with Victor how to deal with that rare plant.

"Let's just block it. The goblins and Mortras didn't find it right away, thanks to the vines." Victor moved the rose vine back to its original position to cover the sapling.This would keep the sun out of the way, but the Bowtruckle seemed docile and made no objection.

"You can let Xina pay attention to the changes here at any time." Victor suggested.

Heimdall nodded, and then said to the toffee and buns chewing on Motra Rat: "You should take care of it, if you remember."

The two Chimeras agreed.

After explaining this side, the head of the room turned around.

"My wall...my ancient reliefs...my flowers..." He rubbed his face weakly on the master's chest, and then rushed over with a snarling roar.

The master can't laugh or cry.

When the room chief passed the crack, he found a vague silhouette arching along the base of the wall. He suddenly got close to it and got angry.

It turned out to be the shameless four-faced one, who seemed to be taking advantage of the chaos to pick up leaks, leaning against the wall and chewing hard on the plants that had been destroyed by goblins and Mutrarats outside.Watching the last piece of heather that had grown on the surface shaking left and right in the opponent's mouth...

The chief is Spartan again.

three,

This morning, Judge Sturluson entered the office with a listless face.The assistant Clemenceau was very speechless. He gave himself a vacation, and he came to work with such an overindulgent face, which is really outrageous.How embarrassing for him, an assistant who hasn't had a day off for three weeks.

Clemenceau only dared to make up his mind, but did not dare to speak out.

Boss Hollingworth naturally had no worries and smiled coldly.Heimdall's back felt cold, he swallowed his throat, and laughed dryly.

"Good morning."

"You look good, Judge Sturluson."

"It's okay." Heimdall nodded and bowed.

It's hard to say that I didn't sleep almost all night last night, anti-goblins, anti-rats, anti-... Four different things? !

No one believed it.

"How about the new job assigned?" Hollingworth asked unhurriedly.

"It has been delivered to Clemenceau."

"You changed your name to Clemenceau?"

Heimdall thumped in his heart, "I'll go right away."

Hollingworth said "hmm".

Without telling him to leave, Heimdall didn't dare to make up his own mind—even though he had been doing it for the past few days.

Within a few minutes of this penalty, Heimdall began to face up to the previous "defiant" incident.He had been worried that Smeagley Leeds would trip him up, but today seemed to be calm, at least in the filing office.

"Didn't you hear anything?" Heimdall asked cautiously.

Hollingworth looked up, "What's the news?"

Heimdall said hastily, "It's fine if you don't have one."

Hollingworth frowned, "If you have so much free time to think about messy things, you might as well focus on your own work! Go out and work, IW doesn't pay you for nothing!"

Heimdall fled with his head in his arms.

Clemenceau hurried forward, "What does Judge Hollingworth have to say?"

Heimdall looked at him silently, and Clemenceau said nervously, "What, what's wrong?"

"Did you say something in front of the boss?"

"Certainly not!" Clemenceau reacted greatly.

"Really?" Heimdall's eyes became more and more aggressive.

"...Well, yes." Clemenceau's shoulders slumped.

"What did you say?"

"Just complaining that you have weekends and I don't."

"When I was still a trainee judge, I was still spinning."

he knows.Clemenceau touched his head and apologized in frustration, "I'm sorry."

Heimdall patted him on the shoulder magnanimously, "No one here is more comfortable than the other, even the Supreme Justice also works overtime. Since you have entered this profession, you must have this awareness. There is no holiday for punishing evil and promoting good."

Clemenceau nodded.

On their way through the archives, the two passed the blackboard with "Daily Work Schedule". Heimdall was surprised when he saw his name on it.It said he was going to appear in court this afternoon.

"What kind of case is this that says Bakhit?"

"...I don't remember." Clemenceau turned pale with shock, and quickly flipped through the small book, but couldn't find it, and was so anxious that he broke out in sweat.

"Don't worry, I don't remember either," Heimdall said.

Clemenceau breathed a sigh of relief. Heimdall has a superb memory. If he doesn't remember anything, it means it's not his fault.

Heimdall said: "It says that the court will start at [-]:[-] p.m., it's still early, let's go to the archives first and ask."

Clemenceau hurried to follow.

The archives office told them that all the materials had been removed, and that the back files could not be accessed without formal procedures, and the two returned empty-handed.

"Let's ask Judge Hollingworth," suggested Clemenceau.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not the presiding judge of this case. Even if I don't know anything, as long as I'm present, it's not a big problem." If he didn't notice the blackboard just now and was absent from the court session in the afternoon, his points will be deducted. If he comes again a few times The deduction points will be superimposed, and if things go on like this, it will be demoted if it is light, and IW will be issued if it is serious.

Clemenceau hesitated, "You must believe me, I have not received your court notice."

The judges and judges in IW will receive a written notice to appear in court two days before the trial, which will clearly state what the case is, the time and place of the trial, and so on.Heimdall gave himself a holiday, but even so, the notice will not follow your holiday.That's the problem with the executive oversight department.

On their way back they passed Judge Mossa of the Office of Trial Studies.

A few minutes later, Heimdall "unexpectedly encountered" Mosa outside the rest area on the grounds of going to the bathroom.

Judge Mosa is the father who is anxious to screen his daughter for genetic diseases.

Mosa handed over a parchment, and Heimdall didn't talk nonsense. He glanced at the title on the first page, and it was the case that was going to be held in court this afternoon.

"Thank you." Heimdall whispered.

The corners of Mosa's mouth curled up, "Recently IW's hearts are fluctuating, some guys think too fast, it seems too smart."

Heimdall thought for a while, "Is it because of Judge Leeds?"

Mosa said: "As far as I know, Judge Leeds is not a rash person. If it is as rumored, why would he engage in these small tricks."

"So it's not ruled out that some people think they are smart and rush to clear the way for him." Heimdall smiled shortly.

"You just understand."

"There is one more thing," Mosa said to Heimdall before leaving. "This case is presided over by Judge Wood, and he has already made a conclusion. He likes to conceive everything before the trial, including the language and tone when reading the verdict. If there are observers, he will also imagine the expressions of the observers. People's demeanor when listening to the judgment, etc., so after the court session, you should follow his path, and even if he doesn't take the initiative to speak, it doesn't matter if you pretend to be deaf and dumb. Especially don't confront him in court, and tell him what you say Absolute right, he..." Mo Su paused, and said vaguely: "Not a cheerful person."

In other words, he is not a big-hearted person.

"Thank you, I see." Heimdall didn't agree to him directly.

Mosa might have sensed something, so he patted him on the shoulder helplessly, murmured something like a fearsome young man, and left the rest area.

Heimdall looked at the documents in his hand, stuffed them into his pocket, and turned to go to the International Wizarding Police Headquarters.