HP's Foreign Land

one,

"real?!"

Laurence Redding, who was walking behind Peter, was startled by his sudden scream, and the Belgian Daily Wizard slipped from his hand, and the newspaper was caught by the other hand before it hit the ground.

"...Thank you!" Redding hurriedly stretched out his hand, and dropped the new but shriveled briefcase under his arm to the ground.

I don't know what he put in his bag, the sound of the landing is very loud, and the wizards around will always glance at them casually when they pass by them.

"Sorry." Redding hurriedly turned around, frantically picked up the briefcase, and then turned back to pick up the newspaper.

At this time, the glasses on the bridge of his nose were tilted to one side.Redding realized it when he smiled awkwardly and thanked him, and quickly set it up again.

"You're welcome." Heimdall nodded to him, polite but distant.

The two had never met before, even though they belonged to the International Wizengamot, but one was in the headquarters of the Wizengamot, and the other was in the police unit under the IW.

Redding and Peter are colleagues, and they are acquaintances who can chat a few words when they meet.Redding is Peter's key "help" object today-the logistics staff who are responsible for taking care of IW magic artifacts.

Redding was a little dazed when he faced Heimdall's smile, and when he came back to his senses, Heimdall had gone far away, and he met Peter's playful gaze in a blink of an eye—the wizard who was walking with Peter just now had disappeared .

"Hi, Lawrence." Peter waved with a smile.

Redding nodded stiffly, "Good morning."

Although most young people now tend to simplify their verbal greetings, Redding insists on a more formal tone of greeting.He is a fastidious person, as can be seen from his attire. His short curly light brown hair, which is thick, oily and slightly stiff, always makes people wonder if he has half a can of pomade.

Even if you read a newspaper, you have to follow the steps step by step, starting from the title of the first page, then from left to right, then turn to the second page, then from left to right, and so on.He never reads the sports column, and is indifferent to local news. He only reads two newspapers at work every day: "Belgian Wizard Daily" and "Belgian Wizard Evening News"-a public publication dedicated to IW.The two newspapers happen to have no sports section, nor do they carry anecdotes from various parts of Belgium.Even though the headquarters building of the International Federation of Wizards where he works is located in Bruges, he still has no idea of ​​the layout of the streets and alleys of Bruges for eight years.

He once had a good impression of a colleague in the same department. When he worked up the courage to strike up a conversation, he was surprised to find that he had no impression of the wizarding entertainment venues the other party mentioned. will not be happy.After that, he was so sad for a week, lying on the bed full of grief every night to mourn the "love" that ended without a disease, and recovered after a week, but he never thought of changing himself from the beginning to the end.

Lawrence Redding is such a funny person, he will be the most pessimistic person in the world, and the magic is that he will never kill himself-this is what Peter said about him.

"It's work time now." Redding walked side by side with Peter through the bustling lobby.

"Occasionally I get to work on time," Peter said.

Redding disapproved of his freewheeling, closed his mouth and silently protested, he thought his "smoothness" was perfect, but in fact the expression on his face fully expressed his emotions.

Peter greeted several colleagues along the way, and Redin was a little envious of Peter's popularity.

"I saw it just now." Peter said pretending to be mysterious.

They go into the elevator.

"What did you see?" Redding was puzzled.

An old gentleman standing by the door pressed the close button, and Peter asked him to press the 6th floor by the way, and then thanked him.Redding didn't care about it, turned a blind eye, and didn't seem to care about it at all.

The elevator began to climb slowly.

"I saw Sturlusson talking to you." Peter lowered his voice.

"Sturluson?"

"The one who handed you the paper, the blond one."

Riding's heart fluttered, "His name is Strulusson?"

"You don't know him?" Peter's fuss was slightly exaggerated. "I saw you guys talking, and thought..." The drawling is so appropriate.

"I don't know." Redding shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and seemed to be thinking.

"Shall I introduce you?" Peter said meaningfully.

"you recognize?"

"I know you, we have a good relationship."

Redding began to feel pantothenic again.

"It won't cause you any trouble, will it?" Redding said hesitantly, without rejecting Peter's proposal.

"It's okay, just open your mouth."

After they left the elevator, Peter deliberately whispered in his ear, "Remember to go to the cafeteria on time for lunch, and I'll take you there." Virgo be careful.

Lawrence Redding likes men, and the colleague he admired at the beginning was male... Didn't I mention it before?Sorry, everyone should know by now.

By the way, one more thing, Mr. Lieding is a senior member of the Color Control Committee.

two,

Lunchtime had been a pleasant one, Peter told Redding afterward, and Redding himself thought so.He was well behaved, without being overly courteous, without the slightest inclination to be slighted, and his manner and tone were just right.He also thinks that today's attire is very decent, the height of the hair, the size of the tie knot, the glasses are very clean, and even the distance between the cuff of the shirt and the cuff of the wizard's robe is perfect.

Redding was very pleased to find that chatting with Sturlusson would not be cold. He has a lot of research on wizard choirs; he has unique insights into the profound wizard prophecies; he likes to read academic papers; when Redding heard that he also likes to collect plant specimens Finally, he almost couldn't control the ecstatic mood and hugged each other.

However, when Sturlusson shyly talked about Quidditch to him, Redding's heart fell to the bottom instantly, and he dared not face Sturlusson's sight full of trust and expectation.He picked up the cup stiffly, taking the opportunity to find a countermeasure.

Ten minutes later, Redding, who had nothing to gain, faltered and said that he knew nothing about Quidditch. The sadness on Strulusson's face made him almost hate his "lack of progress".Normally, only Redding laughed at others - secretly, of course.

This became a shortcoming of a pleasant lunch hour.

Sturlusson got up to leave, and Redin was at a loss for a while, so he thanked Peter for "reconnecting" from the bottom of his heart.You should be more careful and formal, otherwise the other party will think that you are not taken seriously enough-this is Lieding's slander.

Peter naturally brought the topic to the broom test, and Redding, who was stimulated, immediately expressed his strong desire to join in and make progress together.

Peter laughed heartily.

"You know Krum?" Peter said with a smile, honestly it's so easy to put on that look these days, the only thing he has to worry about is restraint.

"Krum?"

"You didn't listen to what Sturlusson said, that is the very famous Quidditch star, and Sturlusson is his admirer."

"Oh." Redding nodded absently.

Probably haven't gotten over the beauty of Inquisitor Sturluson yet, Peter thought with a snicker.

"Krum will be here today, too."

"Oh... what did you say?"

"Through my friends, I invited this big star to train students for me. Those bastards will be very excited after knowing it."

"What time is it today?"

"Afternoon," Peter looked at his watch—a gift from a certain judge, which has been magically improved, with temperature and air pressure displays. "Assemble at the Quidditch Park in Bruges around 02:30."

"I want to go to work." Redding retreated.

"I'll do your job for you."

Redding was shaken. His daily work was monotonous and boring. If he could relax for an afternoon, tomorrow would be the weekend...

"I'll take over for you, and you watch those students for me, what do you think?" Peter was a little embarrassed when he said this, "Is it too much trouble for you? Those students are not easy to serve."

"No trouble, no trouble, that's it." Redding had long wanted to taste what it was like to be an instructor.

It's the best of both worlds, and everyone is happy.

Peter smiled heartily, "Then we've made a deal."

three,

Watching the elated Redding disappear at the door of the restaurant, Heimdall, who had disappeared somewhere, sat back in his original seat.

"I was a little uneasy, because I feel so guilty about cheating honest people," Heimdall said.

"Lawrence Redding is not an honest man. He may not be smart, but he is not honest." Peter grinned. "It's not a small charm, Judge Sturluson, you'll get that old pervert right away."

Those "wonderful ideas" about choirs, wizard prophecy, mysterious astronomy, rare botany, etc. are all copied from Mr. Krum, who is well-read and invited, and the targeted temporary cramming "column" in the past two days Mr. Ding is not yet 35."

"Being over 30 is a step into the coffin for me."

Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry, "I sincerely look forward to your 30th birthday!"

Peter didn't care, "We have already agreed, and he agreed to exchange."

"...Is his job so boring?"

Redding's joy was like a child receiving a new toy.

"You'll know when you go."

"I'm curious about Mr. Redding's residence. Doesn't he usually have contact with his colleagues?" Heimdall was a little puzzled, and felt incredible that their arrangement, which was actually full of loopholes, went smoothly.

"Don't make such a fuss," Peter grumbled. "He just happens not to know Heimdall Strulusson, nor does he know Victor Krum."

In a sense, Lawrence Redding is the legendary "disregarding six relatives", resolutely ignoring people and things he doesn't care about, and living leisurely in his own world. (PS: Otaku in the wizarding world, unfortunately wizards don’t use the Internet, nor do they have access to Two-dimensional...)

They left the restaurant around 01:30.

On the way back to IW, Heimdall said, "When the time comes, Victor will go directly to the park?"

"We'll meet there."

The master doesn't need to join the referee council today, so he has to deal with broomsticks all day.Judge Strulusson secretly felt sorry for not being able to witness her husband's vigorous posture on the court.

"Krum doesn't know my plan, does he?" Peter asked with great interest.

"I picked up the important ones and told him."

The implication is that I don't know.

Just as Peter was about to say something, Heimdall unexpectedly pushed his back.Peter looked up suddenly, and saw Redin standing in front of them, watching them in surprise.

Peter walked over with a smile on his face. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Judge Sturluson shyly approaching him again. The undisputed innocence and innocence on his face made Peter's teeth sore and swollen, and he wanted to bite down on something.

Redin tried his best to straighten his eyes so that they would not always look at Judge Sturluson's face—this kind of control was really exhausting.

"Hi, we meet again!" Peter always had a way to speak confidently.

"Are you going back to work?" Redding said dryly.

"The rest is almost over. I ran into Sturlusson again when I was strolling on the second floor just now, and we came back together." Peter said relaxedly.

Redding accepted this explanation.

Heimdall said kindly, "I heard from Peter that you are going to broom training this afternoon."

Redding smiled mischievously, this is not something glorious, and gave Peter a sneaky look.

Peter pretended not to notice.

"Mr. Krum will also be there at that time. Unfortunately, I have a job and I can't do without it. If you can, please ask for an autograph for me."

Director Sturluson can swear to God, it was really just a whim, and Mr. Redding, who was worried and had nowhere to go, believed it, and actually asked Mr. Krum for his autograph-this is a later story.

After saying goodbye to the reluctant Redding, Peter said to Heimdall who returned to his normal demeanor: "I'm very glad that Krum didn't know about this plan. I have a hunch that I may suddenly die suddenly one day... ..."

four,

IW's magic artifact storage is located in a small room in the logistics department. Originally, IW did not have a magic artifact storage. Later, the police unit under IW was separated from the general team. IW set up a more formal storage that can be uploaded. office.

At the beginning of the establishment of the storage office, little attention was paid to it. It was said to be an office, but in fact all the utensils were simply gathered at the bottom of the aisle in the logistics department.The light there was dim, and the wall coverings were hung up in the air, and several rows of open shelves were nailed to the mottled walls.The magic utensils were left on it randomly, no one cleaned them, and they were covered with dust and cobwebs for many years.

Until the outbreak of the Great War, especially in the later period of the Great War, as the international court of the wizarding world, the International Wizengamot was appointed in a critical situation-a few times, the event was almost delayed because of the lack of magic artifacts.The wizards finally realized that it was time to pay attention to these treasures, and the magic artifacts got rid of the wind, food and shelter, and had their own rooms.

Peter went all the way to the logistics department without any problems, and explained the replacement situation to a young girl who was still eating French muffins during working hours.The difficulties and accusations that Heimdall thought would appear were gone. As soon as he took out the usage procedures that Hollingworth had issued for him, the girl waved her hands like a sparrow. Storage outside the office.

"You're so nervous." Peter smiled and took out his wand.

Heimdall was startled when the door opened. Peter waved his hand to the right and called out, "Hi, I'm Peter."

The detective glanced at them in bewilderment, then walked away as if nothing had happened.

Heimdall's expression was very subtle.

Peter shrugged at him and said nonchalantly, "This is the difference between the front and the rear."

When they entered the office and the door closed behind them, Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief. A thief would inevitably feel guilty, even if he wasn't planning to do anything bad.

Heimdall looked around the dark room, his eyes quickly adapted to the darkness, and he immediately found the fireplace in the corner.

"Would you like to light the fireplace?" Heimdall asked.

"Ah? Oh, yes." As a werewolf, Peter could walk freely even in an environment where he couldn't see his fingers, so he didn't think about the problem of lighting for a while.

The fireplace was quickly lit, and the room was brightened immediately.

Most of the objects in the storage office were covered with white cloth, only the shelf facing them and occupying the entire wall was clearly visible under the light of the fire.The bottles and jars on the shelf reflected the orange-red light, matching the specimens in the bottles and jars, the hairs all over his body stood at attention, took a break and sang conquering at that moment.

A whole or relatively complete animal specimen is stored in large and small glass containers, as well as a certain organ in a large animal.They lay quietly in the transparent liquid, watching the two uninvited guests silently.

"You'll get used to it after watching too much." Peter quickly comforted him, fearing that he might be frightened.

But the word was obviously wrong.

"Thank you, I'm still not used to it." Heimdall thanked Bumin.

"These are Redding's collections."

"It's all his own? Personal items are allowed in the storage office?"

"Didn't you have a pleasant conversation just now, didn't you talk too much about such a simple thing?" Peter smirked.

Chief Sturluson said in a deadpan tone; "I want to tell Victor that in order to handle the case, you will do whatever you can to use your friendship to force me to sell my lust. The purpose is to seduce an old man."

If you want to add a crime, you have no excuses, and you are eloquent and amazed. You really are expected to be a judge!Peter thought bitterly.

"He's less than 35!"

"Someone told me that after 30, I will be half an old man."

Peter beat his chest and stamped his feet. Why did Mao never learn his lesson, why did Mao keep arguing with this shameless person? !

Fives,

Because of its huge size, the Orce basin was not difficult to find. They quickly found it under the white cloth in the corner on the right.

Peter removed the white cloth and threw it aside.

"By the way, let me take a look." Whispering, he took out a dilapidated notebook, which looked like an instruction manual or something.

Heimdall didn't bother him, and stepped forward to observe the Pensieve.

At this moment, the Orces Basin was completely black as if painted with ink, and even the liquid in the basin was turbid, like muddy water poured into a pond on a rainy day.

"Don't move!" Peter was afraid that Heimdall would fumble. "This thing is protected by a spell." Afterwards, he pushed Heimdall aside arrogantly, raised his wand and read aloud the magic to break the spell against the book.

Peter read it three times in a row, but Orcespen remained motionless and unresponsive.

Peter was melancholy, "...the spell must have been wrong." He refused to admit that his skills were not good enough.

Inquisitor Sturluson pulled out the notebook in his hand, noble and glamorously pushed him to the side where he was standing just now, and pulled out his wand in a special 13 shape—Peter rubbed his nose numbly.

A strange green flame spewed out from the wand, instantly enveloping the Orces basin. Peter was startled, thinking that it was about to catch fire, but the flame on the Orces basin had already been extinguished, and the whole basin looked brand new after being baptized by the flames.

Four demon hunting winged beasts are entrenched on the ear-shaped silver handles pointing to the four sides of the east, west, north and south; the black stone basin is placed on the ground in the shape of a wine cup, the black color is more intense than before, and faintly glows like stars; The mercury in the basin is bluish, close to the gray-blue color of the daffodils in full bloom, revealing the breath of the imminent end.

In general, this pot is not as approachable as imagined.

The dense "memory" in the basin is like a slender whitebait hovering slowly, and the water surface is automatic without wind, making ripples in circles.

"Here's the number." Peter took out another copy as if conjuring. "Every memory is entered in the book, for the convenience of searching."

"In that case, why did you say it might take some time?" Heimdall was puzzled.

"This booklet has been used for a long time. The first few pages also registered the number of the [-]th century. I compared it back and forth and found that the numbers in several places were repeated or skipped. Now I don't know if it can be compared with the memory in the basin. Take your seat." Peter was a little distressed.

"Regardless of whether we can match up or not, is there any record of Bao Ke's memory on it?"

"Yes, Julian Bowker is number 197005 and number 198511."

"Two?"

Peter confirmed, "Two."

"From the numbering order, they are not recorded together."

"It seems so."

The two looked at each other.

Heimdall sighed, "Let's find Bock's memory first."

They stood by the basin of Orces.

"Let me take a look, 197005... 197005... 197005..." Peter waved his wand over groups of silverfish, but 197005 did not respond for a long time.

He tried several times tirelessly, and was about to give up, when a whitebait suddenly swelled in the water and became bigger, and its color became different.

"This is it!"

As Peter yelled excitedly, Heimdall subconsciously held his breath, and stuck his head into the Pensieve that hadn't changed the "water" for at least 4 centuries.

After a few strings of bubbles passed, what greeted him was overwhelming darkness.

six,

The room should be warm.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the brass coal shovel next to the fireplace was spotless, and there were large chunks of coal in the coal shovel.The floor is covered with fluffy velvet carpets, which look very comfortable to the feet - it is the old style that British wizards like to use from the end of the nineteenth century to the beginning of the twentieth century. As in the times."

U.K?

Standing next to a high-backed armchair that is obviously not appropriate for this era, Heimdall was slightly lost in thought. The seat of this chair is not low from the ground, so it is convenient for any age group to sit on. The indecent struggle a wife has to go through when she gets up.

The sound of the rocking chair creaking came, and Heimdall looked passively—in the memory of others, he could only be passive, and had no other choice.

Sitting on the rocking chair was a woman, who was no longer a young girl, with curly yellowish hair interspersed with a few strands of bright silver, and a black wizard robe that was old but very decent, with a string hanging on her plump chest that could only be used in divination. A stone necklace engraved with runes that can only be seen at the teacher's place, and a cameo brooch inlaid with rubies is pinned to the neckline.

The woman in the black robe is not a beauty in the usual sense, but she is very attractive, perhaps especially to a man.Her hair hangs smoothly and neatly on her shoulders, the lines of her face are soft and slender, her nose shape is slightly sinister, but it fits perfectly on this face, her eye sockets are deep-set, the eyeballs are pure gray, and her mouth is a bit big , the lips are a bit thick, but as I said before, every small detail that is difficult to conceal when picked out, makes her shine when combined together.

When Heimdall was about to take a closer look because of the relief shape of the brooch, the door was suddenly opened, and the arrogant woman who had always acted like the head of the family stood up, with an undisguised urgency, as if she had been looking forward to it visitor.

Seeing the "movie" now, Heimdall can be [-]% sure that he caught the wrong fish...

When he was about to raise his right hand to summon Peter to pull him up—this was a cue they had agreed in advance, the person coming in from outside the door made him quickly dismiss the idea.

He couldn't help moving towards the door with the woman, and he saw the woman bowing humbly to the man, the door closed behind the man, and the cloak hat on him was lifted at the same time.

Heimdall gaped.

At that moment, four thoughts slipped through Chief Sturluson's mind in turn.

One, damn it, handsome guy;

Second, Nimei, don’t think I won’t recognize you if you become a “half old man”;

Three, Merlin, it's too unscientific, can this happen? !

Four, Lao Caipi, Grindelwald...