HP's Foreign Land

one,

He easily found Peter's shoes and told the ins and outs.

Peter flexed his little finger and picked his nostrils calmly, "I can help you with this matter, so what good is it for me?"

"Why are you getting more and more vulgar?" Heimdall complained without changing his face.

"Though I'm a wolf—" Peter looked around and lowered his voice. "Although I am a werewolf, I am also a wizard and a member of the police force. I have to eat and work, and my life does not revolve around you all day! What vulgarity?! How does the young master understand us ordinary people? suffering!"

Heimdall blinked his eyes, thinking that he was probably stimulated by something, and he just hit the muzzle of the gun.

"What happened, talk well, don't get excited." Heimdall patted him on the shoulder in a good voice.

The arrogant Peter was immediately discouraged, "All the rookies I brought were wiped out in last week's assessment."

That is to say, when the time for regularization is postponed, they will stay as students to continue their "advanced studies" or quit voluntarily.

"What do the students themselves plan?" Heimdall asked.

Peter said dejectedly: "One-third of the people left, and no matter how hard I try to keep them, I won't try again."

"How many people did you bring?"

"Twenty or so."

"So much?" Heimdall was speechless.

"A lot?" Peter was at a loss.

"Listen to me, honey," said Heimdall. "The probability of passing the next assessment is still very low. If someone wants to leave, don't stop him. Everyone has his own ambition."

"They've been trained for half a year, it's a pity to just give up." Peter still couldn't turn his head around.

"They don't feel sorry for themselves, why do you feel sorry for them?"

How to say that sentence, eat salty radish and worry about it.

"How many people are left now?" Heimdall asked.

"16."

"I think you don't have to worry about making various plans for them all day long, and don't try every means to encourage them to train better. Those who are willing to persist will take the initiative to make progress even if you don't supervise them. Those who have a mediocre mentality, You promise him a monthly salary of 10 Galleons after he becomes a regular, and he won't take two extra steps. Three points are destined, seven points depend on hard work." Heimdall said meaningfully. "You are an instructor, you can do anything, just don't spoil them. Thinking about how that half-vampire instructor treated you back then, it must be very enlightening."

Peter's little face turned green, and it seemed that his memory was still fresh.

"He, he's a pervert!" Peter's little boy's shoes were hurt a lot.

"Then you should be perverted and find balance from the next generation."

Peter gave him a surprised look, "...you are really bad."

Judge Sturluson calmly brushed his hair, "Yes, more than one person has said that."

Peter thought, this doesn’t seem like a compliment, does it? !How could there be such a shameless person...

Heimdall later promised to accompany him to toss those students with him on weekends. If feasible, he would also call Victor. Maybe the broomstick training would be more efficient.

Peter happily expressed the deal, and turned around to do what Heimdall had asked him to do.

"That's right, I forgot about this." Peter took out a letter. "The autopsy report over there came out. I can't find you these days, so I'll keep it for you."

"So fast?" Heimdall took it in surprise. He thought it would take several weeks for the results to come out. After all, he didn't do this job openly.

Peter warned, "Don't say that in front of Banda, or I'll pretend I don't know you."

For the police, no one can offend the forensic doctor.

two,

It's not time for the master to go to work at this time, and he is sitting in the tea room leisurely reading the newspaper.In the meantime, he looked at the sky, it was a little dark, and the clouds were piling up over the woods, and he murmured that maybe the sky was about to change.

The unique working hours of the referee department once made Mr. Strulusson's teeth itch with envy, and he only hated that once he entered IW, he lost his life.

After finishing his cup of tea, Victor put the neatly folded newspaper on the table.

When I left the tea room, I saw Mionier playing and rolling on the floor with a bun in his arms. He looked very happy. After rolling down this circle, Hina's cleaning task should be much easier.Victor couldn't help laughing, but he didn't stop him.

"Dad—Dad—"

When Victor turned his head, he saw that Mionier was still "wrestling" with Bun. He raised his eyebrows and looked at it for a while, then turned and continued to walk forward, when his father's call came again.The master stopped, and saw Mionier happily running past him with Little Bread, shouting "Dad!" Little Bread jumped up and down behind him, quite rhythmically.

The master stroked his forehead, feeling very worried.

He came to the courtyard.

Toffee, Xiao Ba and Pods circle around the rose flower in the west.

"What are you looking at?"

The pod shakes its slender tail, [Silver flower fire tree is really inside? ]

Xiaoba and Toffee are also very curious, especially Xiaoba, who has a feeling that others cannot understand the symbol of the legendary centaur tribe.The horsemen in the Forbidden Forest have often curbed the activities of the eight-eyed spiders, and they are like a leader in the Forbidden Forest. The Silver Flower Fire Tree represents a kind of supreme spirit in the eyes of the creatures in the Forbidden Forest.It is unique, it is unprecedented.

"Silver flower and fire tree...the symbol of the centaur..." Xiao Ba was a little excited.

Victor smiled, and raised his hand to strike each other with the pincers raised by Xiao Ba.

"If it survives and grows into a big tree, it will indeed become a towering tree like the symbol of the horse tribe."

Little octopus dancing.

"Do you want to see it?" Victor asked.

They all rushed over at once.

Under the effect of magic, the rose vine was gently opened a hole, and everyone's eyes could directly reach the target.The saplings and bowtruckles themselves give off the best lighting.

Xiaoba held his breath for a long time and couldn't regain his senses; Toffee quickly lost interest after a few glances; Doudou thought he was increasing his knowledge, and he was watching very carefully, only a few points from the horn-shaped object on the top of the Bowtruckle's head. Forked.

The sudden light stimulated the sleeping Bowtruckle, shaking uncomfortably—before the saplings grow, it will sleep for a long time, and its night activities are relatively frequent——the rose vine was quickly moved back to its original position.

Xiao Ba looked reluctant to part with him.

"It's in our own yard, you can see it for as long as you want." Victor reassured it. "Xiaoba usually take care of it more, the saplings are still very fragile now."

"Xiao Ba takes care of the saplings!" Xiao Ba promised manly.

[Look!There's an arching thing in our vegetable patch! ] After all, it is a meow star, and the eyes of the pod are particularly good.

Meanwhile, Hina jumped out hastily.

"Master Victor, should Xina drive that giant-tailed beast away?" The master never gave instructions on what to do when encountering similar things, and the house-elf dared not make his own decisions.

The giant-tailed beast was wreaking havoc in the family's vegetable field that survived the catastrophe. The shelf that had just been put back an hour ago was overturned under its disturbance, and all the tomatoes that the goblin hadn't finished eating were all seedlings.

"I'll find a way to restrain that giant-tailed beast. You build a cage in a small open space next to the family garden. I'll throw the giant-tailed beast there later, and you lock it in the cage." Victor said. so commanded.

Hina nodded nervously and parted ways with her master.

Victor turned his head and explained to the animal friends, "Don't move, the giant-tailed beast moves quickly, unless you can run faster than it, otherwise rushing over will add to the chaos."

Toffee and Xiao Ba, who were eager to try, immediately became listless when they heard it.

[Are you going to capture it alive? ] Bean Pod asked curiously.

"Rig has always been obsessed with raising pigs. Raising giant-tailed animals is a good choice. Its meat is more delicious than pork."

Toffee and Little Eight couldn't agree more.

As a result, the giant-tailed beast that broke into the wizard's vegetable field without thinking was forced to settle in the Knight's Tower and became the future meal of this big family.

Before going out, Hina hesitated to call him.

"There is your letter, do you read it now, or..."

"Bring it here, thank you."

Sheena disappeared again, and the letter appeared on the shoe box next to Victor.

The sender of the letter was Philip Luksic, the old lawyer of the Krum family. He wrote to him so actively, which shows that he has not given up on tracking down the inexplicable withdrawal of the Gringotts deposit in Hungary.

The letter is not long, in line with Luksic's concise and concise style.

The letter stated straight to the point that after several days of tireless investigation, the goblin of Gringotts gave him a message that the deposit was transferred to Gringotts in Egypt, but it was not known whether it was for the purpose of hiding people's eyes or for other reasons. For whatever reason, it did not deposit into Gringotts, Cairo, which has a large business volume, but flowed to Suez, where the business was light, and most of the ultra-short-term storage business was handled.

At the end of the letter, it was written that the name of the account holder was Jankulovska.

Old Mrs. Krum was called Gordana Jankulovska before her marriage.

three,

Heimdall didn't leave the police headquarters until two o'clock in the afternoon, then ran to the cafeteria, ordered some snacks to fill his stomach, and then went straight to the seventh court.

Probably because the noise of his rushing into the preparation room was too loud, Judge Wood, who was sitting on the chair and dozed off, opened his eyes abruptly, looking at him very sharply.Judge Wood had a round, ruddy, clear-voiced face quite different from his own, and seemed at first glance to be a kind and docile man—the impression was reinforced by his reddish-brown hair and beard—but one who came into contact with him Everyone knows that it is just a deceiving appearance.

Heimdall wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth with a dry smile, and quickly moved to the chair near the door and sat down.

He was exaggeratedly relieved, and the other judge who appeared with him today laughed.

Heimdall rubbed his nose embarrassedly.

The judge whispered, "I think we should get to know each other. My name is Eric Hagel." He held out his right hand.

"Hi, I'm Heimdall Strulusson." Heimdall held his right hand.

"I have long admired the name."

"Oh, don't do that," said Heimdall.

The other party smiled.

When the sound of coughing came, the two of them were startled at the same time, they didn't dare to raise their eyes to confirm it, and fell silent in unison.

Then, they looked at each other at the same time, and laughed silently at the same time.

Hagel grimaced, and Heimdall thought the young man was quite cheerful.

The door of the preparation room was pushed open again, and a trainee judge entered.

Heimdall opened his eyes wide.

Perhaps his expression was too real, and Hagel pushed him quietly.

"That's the clerk."

"... Our IW clerk needs to appear in court now?" Heimdall wondered.

The clerk is generally responsible for the record work of the trial court, and assists in handling auxiliary matters related to the trial, such as preparations before the trial, keeping the files for the trial, etc. Judicial investigation and so on, not to mention complicated work, is usually thankless.

The clerk of IW belongs to the management of the trial research office, and the clerk is a position, not a title.Each Inquisition has a magic typewriter, so the clerk is generally not required to attend the court unless there is a special need.

How could this very common case of harming Muggles be so "troublesome" this afternoon?

"It's probably a personal preference," Hagel whispered. "Judge Wood is very particular about many matters in the court session. If his requirements are not met, he will request that the court session be postponed."

But the superiors actually allowed him to go his own way. From another perspective, Judge Wood's status is extraordinary, and the leaders are willing to buy his account.

Heimdall nodded without commenting.

The door leading to the courtroom was opened, and a witch in a police force wizard's robe swept around blankly, then retreated to the door.

Judge Wood straightened his collar and sleeves and stood up unhurriedly.The others stood up under his leadership, and only after he walked out the door did they file into the courtyard.

Heimdall noticed that Judge Wood was followed by a thin young man who looked like a bamboo pole. His short withered yellow hair made his face look pale, but he was full of energy.

Heimdall also noticed that he was wearing the robes of an apprentice judge.

four,

Judging from the dossier quietly handed to him by Judge Mosa, the suspect in court today committed the crime of intentionally injuring a Muggle.In public, in a crowded place, he unabashedly used magic on an elderly female black Muggle, causing her to lose consciousness and fracture her right hand and right leg.

With the help of a wizard therapist, the Muggle lady has recovered and was discharged from the hospital. Now she has no memory of that painful period and has returned to a normal life.

According to the file, this wizard has an unforgivable crime of intentionally hurting a Muggle. Even if the victim's life is safe, it is enough for him to be imprisoned.Anyone who hurts a Muggle, regardless of whether the result is serious or not, the sentencing standard is very strict.This is to supervise and warn wizards not to abuse magic, let alone use magic to harm innocent people who don't know magic.

When the suspect was sent out, he sat in an iron cage, which was probably very uncomfortable. Not to mention the small size of the cage, the chair under the buttocks was still locked with a chain. Once there was excessive struggle in court, the cage would stab sharp Barbs, forcing the suspect to be silent by physical means, that taste... just thinking about it makes one's scalp tingle.

The suspect's name was Syed Abdul Ali Najafi, whose name was very long and difficult to pronounce. Before Heimdall saw him, he thought he would see a Middle Easterner, but he didn't expect it to be a young white wizard.With Peter's help, Heimdall had a hasty meeting with him before 2 o'clock. Unfortunately, because of the informality and Peter's limited power, the meeting was too hasty to have an in-depth understanding.

In just 10 minutes, he was only able to hear with his own ears how the other party talked about the case.All in all, it is not the same as recorded in the dossier.However, as a reference dossier, it cannot be emotional or biased towards either side.Then the emotional description is naturally the description of the suspect. This is understandable. As a party involved, and a defendant who is about to face prison, how many people can be calm?

I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a second Andrew Lange in the world.

"This man is really unlucky..."

Hagel's voice drifted over. Heimdall and him were sitting on the left and right sides of Judge Wood. Hagel's muttering was naturally heard by everyone.Judge Wood was indifferent, looking down at the documents in his hand.

In fact, Najafi’s appearance really moved people. First of all, his condition was rather miserable, with ragged clothes and low spirits; The body is tattered and neither humble nor overbearing; in addition, his eyes are very upright, without the kind of drifting neglect that criminals who hurt Muggles usually do not dare to look at the judge, Najafi did not hide.

To sum up, his appearance alone can easily leave a good impression on a row of judges, who will hesitate, feel sorry, consider whether there is room for loopback in the case, and consider sentencing.

Unfortunately, he ran into the hard-hearted Christopher Wood.

Judge Wood only asked if he had done anything, without giving him a chance to argue why he did it then.The entire trial process is a questioning process, the prisoner can only passively ask and answer, even if the prisoner sweats profusely or yells wronged, Wood will turn a deaf ear and remain unmoved.

If the suspect rebuts or refuses to answer questions, Wood will adjourn the court for non-cooperation.During the adjournment of the court session, the suspect's patience and resilience were exhausted, and his mental pressure continued to increase.

Heimdall immersed himself in writing from beginning to end, secretly speechless.

Everyone else was as silent as he was, offering their sovereignty with both hands, allowing Judge Wood to call the wind and rain in court, and I was the only one.Only Hagel's complexion became more and more ugly, and as the trial progressed, the anger in his chest was surging.

"Mr. Najafi!" Just as Judge Wood was asking questions, Hagel suddenly shouted. "As far as we know, that Muggle has verbally threatened you and ordered the people around you to beat you."

The suspect who seemed to be on the verge of death suddenly regained his spirits and struggled involuntarily, and the chains on the seat rattled.

"Yes, I have the impression that he not only called me a heretic and should be burned to death, but also ordered the Muggles who were watching to throw stones at me--Mr. Judge, I am telling the truth. I don't want to hurt them. It’s too much, I’m just...just self-defense—”

The quill in front of Wood fell to the table with a "snap", but the judge did not stop Hagel's "absurd guest".

The atmosphere in the courtroom suddenly stagnated. Except for the angry prisoner and Judge Hagel, everyone continued to remain silent in a tacit understanding.

Judge Wood's assistant glanced at the boss, hesitated to speak several times, but seemed to be hesitant to speak.

The following is the performance of Judge Hagel. Perhaps he found that Judge Wood did not intend to obstruct, and the protagonist became more and more comfortable.For the suspect, Hagel is tantamount to the savior in his life.It can be said that the two hit it off, and they were very eye-catching.

Wood tapped his fingers a few times, took out a bag of wine chocolates from his pocket, and quietly peeled one with his head down.When he caught Heimdall's gaze, he handed him the chocolate.

Judge Struluson smiled awkwardly. He was just curious about what the judge was doing, but he didn't expect him to be so keen.

Wood raised his chin again, Heimdall quickly took one, peeled off the packaging and stuffed it into his mouth, I chewed and chewed and chewed.

so spicy!

Heimdall had a bitter face.

A smile slipped across Judge Wood's face, and the depression of being questioned about justice and rights dissipated a lot.

The trial court was quiet for a moment, and Judge Wood raised his head seemingly belatedly, and said without emotion: "How are you?"

Hagel nodded, "Good morning, mylord."

"No other questions? I'm not in a hurry. Take your time. I don't think everyone minds."

Hagel was embarrassed, "It's gone."

"you sure?"

"Yes." Hagel almost buried his head under the table.

The quill in front of Wood was erected again, he habitually bent his fingers and tapped on the table, and then asked, "Do you know Anne Lough?"

Annie Loff?Heimdall was taken aback, but the name did not appear on the file, nor did there appear to be a description related to it.

Combined with Judge Wood's attitude, Judge Sturlusson began to make up his mind...

Najafi was also taken aback, "I don't know."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Without waiting for Wood to speak again, Hagel couldn't wait to speak, "MyLord, you should try to trust the person being tried..."

Wood said coldly: "My duty is to question all the words and deeds of the subject before and after the crime in court, confirm them one by one, and then convict them with reference to wizard law. It is not my job to try to trust them, that is the defense lawyer. matters." At this point he paused, and seemed to remind him kindly, "Judge Hagel, if you want to change careers, take advantage of your youth, the older you are, the less you can afford it."

Hagel didn't understand what he meant at first, but when he realized it after a while, he couldn't help but blush.

Wood is sarcasm at his unnecessary effort.

Wood turned to Najafi, "One last time, are you sure? Don't force me to use extreme measures, which are not illegal in the court of harming Muggles."

Najafi looked at Hagel for help, and the latter's blood factor began to stir again, and he turned to Wood again.

Wood said impatiently: "Have you finished asking? I can wait for you. If not, please shut up!"

Hagar lowered his head, avoiding Najafi's begging eyes.

"Judge Struluson, what do you think?"

Heimdall was amazed that Judge Wood would ask for his advice.

"I agree to use extreme measures." Heimdall said without thinking.

Hagel stared at him in disbelief.

Heimdall pretended not to notice, "Think about it another way, using extraordinary measures can further prove the suspect's innocence."

The way Hagel looked at Heimdall has undergone a qualitative change.

Heimdall still didn't seem to notice anything.

Judge Wood rolled his mouth, "Two votes to one, then please use extraordinary measures."

Hagel jumped up furiously, looking like he would die with them.

"No no no... I remember..." screamed a sympathetic Mr Najafi. "Anne Lough, I know Anne Lough, I have an impression of this name..."

Hagel looked at him stupidly.

Najafi went on to say in a daze: "She is a Muggle who has a wizarding talent but knows nothing about herself. She is a genius... I tried to adapt her to the wizarding environment...but those stupid Muggles blocked it in every possible way, saying I am a monster and a heretic, stop me from meeting her..."

"You developed feelings for her?" Heimdall began to verify the results of his brain.

Najafi closed his eyes in pain and nodded.

Heimdall said again: "Her magical talent is not as transcendent as you imagined, and she cannot enter the world of wizards to that extent, so she cannot stay with you forever?"

Najafi didn't speak or open his eyes, but from his expression, it could be seen that Heimdall guessed right.

"But you are unwilling to condescend and stay in the Muggle world. That poor girl is working hard for the bright future you expect, even though the methods that are said to be beneficial to increasing mana have tortured her so much Word."

Najafi opened his eyes, "I just want to love her and live with her...the Muggles won't let me..."

"Is this the root of the matter? Why only let her work hard, but you are eager to enjoy the benefits yourself?"

Najafi avoided Heimdall's gaze.

"One last question, what happened to that girl?"

"...Crazy, they locked her up, it wasn't my intention, I didn't expect things to turn out like this..." Najafi cried while covering his face in remorse.

Hagel was speechless.

Heimdall faced Wood and bowed respectfully, "I'm sorry, mylord, I'm done asking my questions."

Judge Wood didn't say anything, and slowly took back the initiative.

Heimdall heard him throw a very light sentence; "I will treat you to chocolate after the trial."