HP's Foreign Land

one,

The trial ended at 37:[-] p.m., and Najafi was sentenced to life in prison—he would spend the rest of his life in the tsunami prison near the equator, and there was no doubt about it.

When Najafi was taken down by the wizard police, his face was ashen. All the IW staff had long since lost their original compassion. Judge Hagel watched his back disappear behind the door with mixed feelings in his heart.

The pointer pointed to 06:30, the door of the trial research room was opened, and the wizards walked out in a single file. Hagel, who was hiding not far away, quickly turned around and pretended to be busy, and then realized that he was facing a white wall, and hurriedly buried his head Just walk away.

Heimdall called from behind him.

"Judge Hagel, please wait."

Hagel paused, and was in a dilemma for a while.

Colleagues said goodbye to Heimdall knowingly, and they all gave Hagel a friendly smile when they passed by, and Hagel returned an embarrassed smile.

Hagel turned to face Heimdall, and said unnaturally, "What a coincidence."

"Take this." Heimdall handed over a small box.

Hagel took it hesitantly.

"It's chocolate," said Heimdall. "Judge Wood invited it, and each of us has it. You didn't go just now, and Judge Wood asked me to pass it on."

Hagel didn't know what kind of expression he should make now, and stared blankly at the fancy-colored box.

Heimdall didn't seem to notice his strange behavior, and said nonchalantly, "Judge Wood told me to tell you that your performance in court made him very unhappy, so your share is not as high as mine."

As he spoke, he held up his box of chocolates happily. The golden package was wrapped in a layer of translucent cellophane, and the raspberry pattern on it was lifelike.Heimdall was elated and triumphant.

Hagel chuckled.

"Thank you."

Heimdall smiled and said aggressively, "Then give me two of your chocolates. Although my box is high-end, my son prefers fruit chocolates."

The stingy judge Sturluson was reluctant to change, just thinking about taking advantage.

Hagel didn't eat the food at all, and sent the box to Heimdall.

"Give it to you, it's my gift to your son."

Heimdall's married status once caused quite a stir in IW. Probably wizards all over Europe have read the report on the press conference before the wedding.

"It's not good..." I really want it, but I still have to be polite.

"Just take it." Hagel stuffed the box into his hand.

Heimdall smiled, "Then I will thank you on behalf of my son."

The two walked towards the elevator.

"You next?" Hagel asked.

"go home."

Hagel touched his head, "I wanted to treat you to a meal."

Heimdall squinted, "Actually, you can breathe a sigh of relief." Going home has no conflict with the treat.

Hagel laughed, "Did you hear that?"

To be so frank!

Heimdall was speechless.

There was a "ding" sound from the elevator, and the door opened.

Hagel pressed the button, and the elevator doors closed.

"There's something I'm curious about," Hagel asked. "How did you know about Anne Lough? It's not in the files."

It seems that the dossier given to him by Judge Mosa is not a counterfeit product, and the dossier distributed from formal channels also lacks records in this regard.

Heimdall thought for a while and asked, "What did you think in court? Why did you react so strongly?"

Hagel touched his head, "He deserves sympathy, don't you think so?"

"Probably I'm naturally cold-blooded," Heimdall shrugged. "I can't be too reassuring about people in cages. Of course, there are exceptions. If I have been in contact with him for a long enough time, it is enough for me to use my own judgment to weigh whether this person's character is worthy of my 'sympathy'. Maybe I'll change my mind."

Professor Lange is a typical example.

The elevator door opened, and a few people came in, and everyone nodded friendly to each other.

The elevator door closes, and the elevator continues to go down.

Hagel frowned, "That is to say, your judgment on Tuckerbo is not worthy of sympathy?"

"Najafi."

"Ah yes, Najafi. You don't think Najafi deserves sympathy?"

"The point is that the wizard police don't think he deserves sympathy, otherwise he wouldn't stay in the cage to meet you and me."

"……I don't know."

"Mr Najafi and I did not get along before the trial and my judgment on him is the judgment of the Witch Police Force on him."

Hagel said inexplicably: "You would rather trust others?!"

Heimdall asked strangely, "You don't believe in the police and Auror's ability to handle cases?"

The wizards who came in later turned around at the same time. Although everyone was wearing ordinary wizard robes, maybe there were a few policemen and Aurors inside.

Hagel hugged his head unconsciously, he was completely dizzy.

"Let's put it this way," Heimdall told a bitter-faced Hagel as they stepped out of the elevator on the first floor. "Only relying on a dossier describing the case, on the premise that you don't know the prisoner, as a judge, you must not be emotional in court. We are the spokesmen for the fair, just, and open wizarding law represented by IW. Our The task is to use the law to uphold justice. When we walk into the courtroom, we have to put on the mask of unselfishness. There is no mercy in the courtroom, the law is harsh, the law is cruel, and the law is fair. Whether he is Defendant or plaintiff."

Hagel was silent for a moment, "Are you preaching to me?"

"I mean you have to be tough in our line of business," Heimdall said. "Instead of sympathizing with the weak, it is better to do your best to be equal and treat both sides fairly."

Hagel didn't seem to take his words seriously. Heimdall could understand his feelings. If it were him, he would be impatient to listen to someone younger than him.For the ancestors of the Sturluson family, Heimdall's words are not alarmist. In the wizarding world to this day, some laws still follow ancient principles. In other words, they are very primitive, brutal, and cruel.

Judging from the limited contact today, Hagel's personality is not suitable for the career of wizard justice.But it also depends on the person. Some people know that they are not suitable, but they are willing to adapt;The latter is obviously doing big things. Heimdall considers himself a member of the public, so he can't speak out frequently, and he can't imagine a gathering of responders.

They left the building and came out into the street.

The sky was getting dark, and orange lights lit up on both sides of the road. From time to time, a wizard ran out of the front hall of the building and rushed to the docking point of the broomstick.The vast majority of them are not in a hurry to ride home on brooms, but in a hurry to catch the last day horse-drawn cart.The starting point of the carriage is set next to the broomstick stop.

The International Federation of Wizards has scheduled staff shuttles to all over the world every day, and the last one is at 19:15—to northern Africa. The entire route runs through Europe and flies across the Mediterranean Sea. The final destination is the ancient city of Dar in Morocco. Bayda is better known by another name: Casablanca.

Hagel did not say a word during the period, and behaved very quietly.

"You can ask the wizard of the police force before the trial." Heimdall wanted to say SAYBYEBYE to him, but felt that it was too abrupt, so he started a random conversation—to put it bluntly, it was because of face.

Hagel looked up.

Heimdall said again, "Our wizarding police unit under IW is not a display." In fact, Heimdall thought he was talking nonsense. He didn't believe that Hagel didn't know this, but he really couldn't think of other topics.Just about to say goodbye to others...

Hagel suddenly said: "I treat you to dinner." It was no longer perfunctory as before.

He suddenly realized that the reason why Strulusson became a judge at a young age might not only be because he had a wonderful father.

"Sorry, no." Heimdall shook his head.

Hagel said anxiously, "I sincerely hope to invite you to dinner."

"I know, but unfortunately I can't accept the invitation." Heimdall apologized. "I promised my son that when I go back today, I will accompany him to dig the ground and dig earthworms. We plan to go fishing this weekend. I will give him your chocolate and tell him that it is a gift from a kind uncle."

[-]% of this reason is too strong and too righteous, Hagel was speechless for a long time.

two,

When Heimdall returned home, he found that Victor hadn't come back. He looked at the golden snitch clock on the wall of the living room. On the clock, the old man on the broom hadn't caught the snitch yet.

Heimdall summoned the house-elf, "When did Victor leave?"

"Around 11 a.m., master."

"Didn't he say anything before he left?"

"Master Victor received an urgent letter before he left. Before he left, he told Sheena that she might be late, and asked Sheena to tell the master that Master Victor was going to visit the new vault arrangement of Gringotts Bank in Bulgaria at night. "

Heimdall paused for undressing, then nodded.

"Understood, thank you, Hina."

He handed over two boxes of chocolates to Hina, the mince box would make her hair catch fire, and the fruit chocolate would freeze her nose, and told her to give some to Mionnier tomorrow during the day.

Hina bowed respectfully and disappeared.

"Rig!" Mionier, who was playing in the yard, rushed in cheerfully when he knew he was back.

"My dear son, what did you play today?" Heimdall hugged the child and covered it for a while.

"Broom." Mionier said enthusiastically.

"Have you discovered a new way to play?" Heimdall guessed.

"Mionir carried the buns!" Mionir puffed out his little chest.

"Really? You can fly with Bun? It's amazing!" Heimdall gnawed the baby's face hard.

The child giggled.

Among several animal friends, Mionnier likes to play with Little Bread the most, probably because they are "similar in age", and Little Bread is not big.Toffee and Xiaoba are older children, and they have more mature "pursuits", so they can't play together.Dou Po is a tsundere old girl who doesn't care about raising children.

"Have you had dinner?" Heimdall asked.

The elated Mionir suddenly lowered his head, pursed his mouth, and rubbed his hands against the hem of his trousers. Heimdall knew the answer when he saw him like that, and couldn't help being annoyed and funny.

"why do not you eat?"

"Mionir has no appetite..."

Yo ho, you know "no appetite"? !

"Why do you lose your appetite? Did you eat too late for lunch?!"

With no adults watching at home, no house-elf dared to force him, no matter how closely he watched, he certainly became the lawless little king of the mountain!

Mionier didn't make a sound, and rubbed his two little hands faster.

"Dad didn't eat either, let's eat with Dad!" Heimdall said with a straight face. "Go wash your hands, and go to the dining room after washing."

Mionier said "Oh", and turned his head three times as he walked away, looking pitiful.

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, and took his little hand into the bathroom together.

This kid just wants to act like a spoiled child.

three,

The master was stepping into Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Bulgaria, when the two darlings of the family sat down at the dinner table.

The expressionless goblin led him to a small door inlaid into a bulging cylindrical wall, and above the door hung a picture of a wild boar napping under a willow tree.Written on the door: Boar Reception Room.

Victor could only pretend to look ahead.

The goblins hand out invitations with great fanfare, but far fewer people are actually invited than they appear to be.Before Victor entered the reception room, three VIP customers had already arrived.An impatient elderly wizard - dressed in old-fashioned, well-crafted materials that can appear bloated; a young witch in a dark embroidered tweed cap - with a delicate emerald brooch on a lace goose-yellow turtleneck Luxurious, but she picked the wrong age for wearing it; there was also a wizard about Victor's age, with dark chocolate-colored hair that reached his shoulders, and he sat in an armchair with his legs crossed, The drink in his hand was provided by the goblin for free.

His arrival made the three of them change at the same time, but not because of him.

The three of them looked at the goblin who was leading the way for Victor in unison, and the old wizard couldn't wait to say, "Is everyone here?"

"No, there's still one left." The goblin finished speaking forcefully, and closed the door.

The four inside the door looked at each other.

The old wizard cursed angrily, "Damn goblin who never knows etiquette!"

"Courteousness is inherent in human beings," said the young wizard.

The old wizard snorted, turned to face the wall with his hands behind his back, and did not respond to the teasing of the young wizard.

The young wizard didn't take it seriously, and lowered his head to drink.

The witch in the hat remained silent all along, sitting quietly on the chair, but her sitting posture was very strange, as if... if something strange happened suddenly, she could jump up and run.

Victor looked away and sat down in the armchair near the door.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"Where have I seen you?"

Victor turned his head and found that the young wizard was squinting at himself.

"Are you talking to me?" Victor asked.

The young wizard said directly, "I'm sure I've seen you somewhere, but..." He swallowed a big gulp of wine, his eyes were confused for a moment, and then said in an indifferent tone: "I can't remember .”

The old wizard disapproved of his unscrupulous drinking behavior, thinking that he was insane, and cast a patient look at him, then turned away quickly, as if he was afraid of being polluted by the strong alcohol smell he emitted.

As the young wizard hiccupped a few times, a pungent and unpleasant smell wafted through the small room.

The only woman present lowered her head slightly, raised her hand wearing a half-leather glove, and pressed the sides of her nose unconsciously, with a hint of patience flashing across her face.

At this moment, the door swung open, and the last invited customer arrived.

It was a rich lady, with a large sapphire in her peacock-blue feathered hat, a glittering necklace around her neck, and a disconcertingly large number of gold buttons sewn into her lilac-purple wizard's robes. .Panting behind her is her pet pet, a feline cat in a floral dress who weighs about twice as much as its kind.

It and its owner came in like a steaming, whistled train into a station in the dead of night.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Mrs. Fu smiled apologetically. "Those tailors are always confused about my size, so I have to explain it to them over and over again... Oh dear!" Mrs. Fu strode up to the young witch, who was startled by his sudden move Jump. "What a beautiful brooch~~~" she said and reached out to touch it, but was sideways avoided by the young witch.

Mrs. Fu withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened, changed her expression in a blink of an eye, and said casually in a condescending tone, "It's really good, but it's not suitable for you."

The young witch looked away, pretending to be deaf.

The goblin in charge of the visit stood at the open door and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please."

four,

"Our improvement this time is mainly aimed at some vaults on the 5th and 6th floors. The 5-meter-wide passage under your feet was just completed last week, and we have spent a lot of effort on this." The goblin who led the way walked in At the beginning, it describes the new look of the bank. If its tone is more lively, the customers behind it may listen more attentively.

Several of them have already started to lose their minds.

The young wizard held a portable wine jug and poured a sip into his mouth as soon as he walked three steps. It was not so much a visit as a wine tasting conference.Behind him was the elderly wizard, which was a normal pace considering his age.Victor and the young witch followed closely behind the goblin. The young witch obviously didn't want to have anything to do with others, and was very cautious.Mrs. Fu hung at the end, panting just like her pet, and took out her handkerchief to wipe off her sweat from time to time.

"Wait..." Mrs. Fu couldn't help shouting. "Do we have to walk there? Isn't there a car to pick you up?"

Gringotts Bank is protected by special and powerful spells. It is said that the VIP area cannot use any shapeshifting magic, and there is no fireplace here. The use of broomsticks is prohibited, and the making of door keys is not allowed.No Ministry of Magic in any country in the world would approve the making of Portkeys to or from Gringotts.

"We have canceled the car service for VIP customers. The road I will take you now is a special passage that non-VIP customers cannot see. For the sake of safety, we have given up all the extra facilities." The goblin replied neither humble nor overbearing.

"Can you rest for a while?" If it weren't for some scruples, Mrs. Fu would have sat down on the floor.

With the height and stride length of the goblin, they are already very slow.

The young wizard turned his head and grimaced, and poured another gulp of the wine into his mouth.

Everyone waited for her for 5 minutes. The old wizard couldn't stand anymore and suggested that they go first and let the lady arrive later.

Before the goblin could speak, the rich lady jumped up, as if she was very afraid of the dark and gloomy passage, she ran after her with a dry smile.

The group set off again.

After bidding farewell to the cave-like tunnel, they went up a section of stairs covered with gold-leafed handrails to the 5th floor.

The corridors are brightly lit.

Four goblins came over.

"They are my colleagues, and they will take you to your vault to check." said the goblin who led the way.

Everyone was about to disperse, when the young wizard suddenly said, "Why did you only send four goblins?"

There are five of them in total.

Those who were about to leave all stopped.

"This gentleman's treasury is not on this floor." The goblin who led the way said ambiguously.

Leprechauns do not voluntarily reveal the names of clients.

"Where is that?" The young wizard didn't know how to restrain himself.

I really drank too much!The old wizard pouted contemptuously, but turned away without avoiding suspicion, and so did the others.

The goblin who led the way held up his lantern and said to Victor, "Follow me."

Hold the four people in place and ignore them.

They went back into the deep darkness, until the light behind them dimmed, and Victor said to the goblin, "Bring me the lamp."

The goblin didn't refuse, and handed over the glass lamp, and his eyes immediately opened up a lot.

Victor was secretly looking at the structure and layout of the passageway, when the goblin suddenly said, "You five are the customers who suffered the most damage to the treasury in the last sneak attack."

"Did the attacker come in?" Victor was surprised.

"The Iron Fire Curse only targets the vault itself. A few escaped fish broke into the outer perimeter of the vault, but failed to destroy the Iron Fire Curse. This attack reminds us that we should strengthen our defenses. Our Gringotts have not been touched for 300 years. Brick by brick. We serve wizards, and we must guard against them."

Victor didn't know what to say, so he just kept his mouth shut.

Before Victor could figure out how they got here, the destination had already appeared in front of his eyes.It was a wall with the words Gringotts Bank and other words painted with gold paint on it. The goblin asked the master for the key to the vault. When he walked to the wall, he seemed to make a fool of himself. One of the letters conjured up a keyhole, and the goblin put The key was inserted, and the wall split and receded towards both sides with a bang.

The goblin returns the key to Victor.

"The third-to-last door is the vault of Krum's family." The goblin who led the way walked into the vault on the 6th floor.

After the vault door opened, Victor hesitated, "How long can I stay in there?"

"There is no limit, I will accompany you all the way." In other words, monitor the whole process.

Victor bent down and got into the stone gate that was as thick as a city wall.

The vault was unexpectedly clean and tidy. Gold Galleons were neatly stacked in one corner, and the rest of the items were placed on the shelves in an orderly manner, not as chaotic as he imagined—if it wasn't for the attack, he could hardly find it. Opportunity to go inside and find out.Overhead hangs a dusty wooden frame chandelier that seems to be very old.

He found a simple desk and a mottled wooden chair next to the jewelry rack, a stack of blank parchment was stacked on the dusty desktop, and a bare quill was stuck in the ink bottle. dry up.

Has anyone ever written something here?Victor blew away the floating ash, touched the top layer of parchment, there was a slight unevenness, which seemed to be traces left by writing.

Half an hour later, he emerged from the vault, a blank parchment in his hand.

"Can I take this with me?" Victor asked.

The goblin glanced at him, but didn't notice anything unusual, nor did he find that he had used magic, so he agreed to his request.

After leaving Gringotts, Victor quickly walked out of this street and came to another road. He slowed down and took out an account book with an old cover from his pocket.He exhaled lightly, then raised the corners of his mouth childishly, luckily the goblin didn't notice.

Opening the cover of the account book, a person's name was recorded in the lower right corner of the inside page: Sergey.

That was Grandpa Victor's name.