HP's Foreign Land

one,

The moment the alarm clock rang, the originally quiet and harmonious atmosphere in the room changed drastically. The scream was followed by a muffled sound, and then a wail.Through the opened curtain, we can see Chief Sturluson laying on the bed and hugging his head.

"It's okay, I'll rub it..." Victor hugged Heimdall like coaxing a child, rubbing his head with a smile while stroking his stiff back.

"Why is the alarm clock so loud?! Luckily, I'm brave. What if I get scared!" Heimdall's nose was sore from the pain, and he blinked back his tears as he tried to build up a manly spirit.

After all, the master didn't remind him last night that he himself said enthusiastically that he wanted to experience the effect of a gift from his cousin.The alarm clock is a Christmas gift from Draco. It is actually a decoration of a phoenix spreading its wings, with the effect of an alarm clock.

The night before, Heimdall finally got rid of the shadow of being "sent to the end" of the New Year through mental construction. Driven by curiosity, he picked up the instruction manual, waved his wand and gave the password in the highest column, and happily climbed onto the bed without pulling the The curtain shrouded all around, waiting for the maximum effect of the next day.

The effect is to be woken up from sleep by the lion's roar that almost paralyzed the ceiling, and hit the head of the solid wood bed that is said to have a long history.Regardless of the gap between the director's skill and vigor, when he was frightened and woke up, his body bounced high like a spring. Heimdall himself didn't know it very well. The part where Victor just shared the bed with him He's been attacked by his forehead for a long time. Fortunately, Heimdall has never practiced iron head skills, otherwise the master would have lost his appearance.

Heimdall didn't bump into the master's face today. After getting along with him for several years, he took precautions against his own conditioned reflex. After falling asleep, he deliberately kept his head away from the master's face.The solid headboard of the bed is much stronger than the master's small face. The head of the room sniffed and raised his head haggardly.

His eyes were unhindered, and fell on the mantelpiece facing the bed, where the phoenix was still standing on the delicate small trunk, flapping its wings and roaring, pretending to be the king of the prairie.The pain on the top of his head and the fright he had suffered before made the head of the room furious. He turned around sullenly and took out the wand from under the pillow. Before the people beside the pillow could stop him, the poor phoenix alarm clock shattered into pieces with a bang, and the fragments flew.

Heimdall came to his senses, his eyes were wide open—not to mention the craftsmanship, Phoenix's eyes are real rubies, as big as the fingernail of an adult's little finger.The overall luxury of the ornaments made the discerning young master Malfoy feel that he could afford them. Even if the value was not priceless, it must be expensive.

"Victor..." Heimdall looked back pitifully.

It's a pity that the master still didn't take the opportunity to speak.

Heimdall threw away his wand, jumped up and jumped off the bed, walked the bird naked in the room, and searched for the two rubies back and forth in front of the fireplace with his buttocks pouted.

Victor originally wanted to remind him to use magic to restore it, but then he realized that the phoenix ornament is a magic product, and it would be thankless if it is not operated well.He got out of bed and pulled Heimdall back.

"Let Xina clean up, she must be in the room, and she can't escape." Victor hugged him.

Heimdall's eyes scanned like radar, "...that seems to be it!" He pouted his buttocks and wanted to get off the bed again, but was stopped by Victor.

"You want Sheena to cry at you early in the morning? Don't compete with house elves for jobs."

Heimdall finally stopped fussing, but just as he calmed down, his face twisted again.

"What's wrong?" Victor asked hurriedly.

Heimdall supported his small waist, with a pale face, "My back hurts... my butt hurts too..." He lay down tremblingly and cautiously like a severely disabled person.

The culprit is of course the master, he finally recovered.

"Honey, happy birthday and happy new year." Heimdall rolled up the quilt and sent his wishes in a lifeless manner.

Viktor grinned, bent down to enclose his lips, the tip of his protruding tongue slid over his teeth, and Heimdall opened his mouth for a deeper kiss.

two,

Rommel put the small box bound with a dark green ribbon on the table as if nothing had happened, and pushed it in a certain direction.Victor didn't realize it for a while, until the "father-in-law" reluctantly dropped a sentence of birthday wishes, and he suddenly realized, thanking him for taking the gift.

Rommel glanced at his pained son, who was about to smile or not, and erected the newspaper angrily—out of sight, out of sight.

"I also have a gift for you, tonight." Heimdall said to Victor.

"I'm looking forward to it." The deep meaning in the master's eyes was ready to come out. The two of them had a lot of trouble in the room last night, otherwise the head of the room would not be so desperate in the morning.

When the head of the room was going back and forth between entanglement and embarrassment, Mionier waved the spoon and said, "Mionir gave Dad a present!"

"Have you prepared a gift for Big Papa too?" Victor was surprised and delighted.

Mionier nodded, imitating the little papa's tone and said: "Give it tonight."

The master grabbed the napkin and wiped the corner of his son's mouth, "Okay, big daddy is waiting for Mionir's gift."

Milkman beamed with joy.

Rommel suddenly put down the newspaper and shook it in front of Heimdall.

"What do you want me to see?" Heimdall took it puzzled.

"That's the page," Rommel said.

Heimdall glanced at the title and suddenly realized.

Victor leaned over curiously—the Portuguese Ministry of Magic announced an amazing news at a regular press conference today. · Mendoza has been controlled by the Portuguese Ministry of Magic.The spokesman refused to disclose the specific location where Mendoza is now being held, nor did he answer any questions about Mendoza directly.The spokesman announced that the Portuguese Wizengamo will hear the Mendoza case at 10 am tomorrow.The Portuguese Wizengamo refused all wizards irrelevant to the case to enter the court, including all media.

In other words, the Portuguese Ministry of Magic is not going to openly try Mendoza, they intend to close the door and "handle" it internally-in order to prevent problems before they happen.

Although the crimes committed by Mendoza are enough to put him in prison no matter which wizard country in the world, at the same time, there are many wizards who don't want Mendoza to die, and there are many boring people who deliberately make trouble .They have no beliefs, destroy beliefs, and ridicule ideals. Their only pursuit is to fight against the wizarding government, or ignore all norms for their own selfishness.According to the positioning of Muggles, these people are terrorists in the wizarding world, a group of walking dead and desperadoes.Like Ludwig Brown—Heimdall thinks Brown's beliefs are probably his own.

On Heimdall's list, there was another person who was about to be included in the list of wizards and terrorists-waiting for him to sort out the evidence he had so far.He didn't mind putting that person heavily on the list.

So far, the opinions of various media are mixed and vague. Some support it, some oppose it. Most of the wizards who oppose it question the motive of the Portuguese Ministry of Magic’s move. Some people even speculate that Mendoza’s arrest is a means of grandstanding by the Portuguese Ministry of Magic The real Mendoza is still hiding in an unknown corner, and some wizards believe that the Portuguese Ministry of Magic wants to lure the real Mendoza through fake Mendoza.

Anyway, the Portuguese Ministry of Magic is on fire, and the first fire in 1998 is burning in Portugal!

"What do you think?" Heimdall asked.

Rommel picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, "Mendoza is doomed this time." He paused for a moment, and then said, "I hope the Portuguese Ministry of Magic will withstand the pressure—whether it comes from inside or outside, and stick to the Portuguese Wizenga. Momo's determination to try the executioner, he will never let go of his mouth internally and externally, otherwise there will still be uncertainties until the trial... What do you mean by that look?"

Heimdall's surprised gaze made Rommel a little unhappy.

"I told you, don't be angry. I rarely hear you support justice so firmly." Heimdall touched his nose.

Rommel put down his glass and tapped his finger on the table, "I'm a hypocritical politician, but I have retained the most basic conscience. Even if I use unscrupulous means, I still treat things and people. I don't always think about how to deal with people. Only by doing can we eliminate dissidents and act arbitrarily.”

"Dad, that's not what I meant..." Heimdall thought his father had misunderstood.

"Don't worry my dear," Victor said as he slowly drank the orange juice and held Heimdall's hand. "Your father doesn't know you yet? How could he misunderstand? Maybe you just hit his inner essence. He is not used to being exposed in public. Believe me, he is just angry."

Rommel glanced at Victor, who was talking nonsense, calmly.

Angry?For the ancestors, he was just teasing his son out of interest, and he was disturbed by this Krum from the very beginning!

Heimdall smelled the sudden heat-up in the air. In order not to make sandwich fillings, he turned his head and talked to Mionir nonchalantly, listening to his son's children's words full of fun.

The two men noticed his avoidance, and they all died down at the same time, and the family finally passed the breakfast time safely.

three,

Peter on the other side of the fireplace said with an exaggerated expression: "It's amazing, I don't know about other places, the International Federation of Wizards is discussing this from top to bottom today. When IW staff entered the Federation building this morning Surrounded by reporters squatting at the door, everyone squeezed in."

The old almanac half a century ago can still cause an international uproar. Can young people in peaceful times understand the grief and fear of Portuguese wizards 50 years ago?

"There are so many wizards, who can those reporters recognize who works in IW?" The wizards working in IW need to change their overalls to go to work.

Heimdall was amazed at the reporter's pervasiveness and his perverted face recognition skills, which were even more fraudulent than the police corps.

"They didn't spare any of them," said Peter.

Fortunately, Hollingworth commutes by horse-drawn carriage. Thinking about it this way, the bosses seem to be very forward-looking.

"Your friend of mine has to take care of my car. I'll drive to work after I graduate." The ideal of the head of the office is plump and graceful.

"As long as you are willing to pay the maintenance fee and venue fee, everything else is easy to talk about." Peter replied.

"When will there be an extra venue fee?!"

"You put the car at my friend's place for refurbishment and maintenance. Do you want to store it for free? Such a big thing takes up too much space!"

"I'm an iron buddy with you! How can you collude with others to rob your buddy!"

Peter the heartless man!It's outrageous!

"In terms of relationship, my relationship with him is stronger than yours. We have known each other for many years." Peter struck out knowingly.

The living conditions of Peter's buddies seem to be not much better than those of the big stomach werewolf Peter, and they have a family with a wife and children. Heimdall thought that it would be better if he didn't take advantage of it.

Heimdall wiped his face resignedly, "Negotiate a good price for me."

"Don't worry, you won't be too harsh."

Profiteer!Heimdall muttered in his heart.

"Judge Hollingworth asked me to inform you that you will not be in IW today." Peter finally clicked the question.

"I see. I plan to go to Portugal tomorrow. Please tell Judge Hollingworth for me, how is the situation with Instructor John? Has there been any progress in sorting out those cases?"

"He has given me the information."

Heimdall said, "Send me the stuff."

"no problem."

Before saying goodbye, Peter said: "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Heimdall turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

four,

The Portuguese Ministry of Magic did not temporarily change the venue of the trial as various media had speculated, let alone hide-and-seek with outsiders. It is one thing for them not to accept media on-site observation. In order to let the people of the world witness that the villain is brought to justice fairly and justly, The wizarding court in Portugal's Wizengamot opened as scheduled.

Heimdall is going to use the portkey specially made by the Portuguese Ministry of Magic for the representative of IW to go to the destination.The International Wizengamot did not send him alone, and Judge Smegley Leeds was also with him. The position of the head of the office plummeted, and he changed back to the small follower mode again.

The two met at the place where the Portkey was set up. Smigli Liz looked at him intently for a few seconds, and after agreeing that his clothes were decent, he signaled him with his eyes: Don't waste your time, hurry up!

Heimdall swallowed his anger and touched the jug with the bottom exposed.

Different from the deep and depressing underground court of the Wizengamot in the UK, and also different from the bright and solemn skylight courtroom in the Wizengamot International, the wizarding court in the Wizengamot in Portugal is very ordinary. In the office, if you don't pay attention, you will miss it.

Heimdall went too far and was called back by Judge Leeds.With a dry smile, he followed Liz into the wizard's court.

Today's court in the Wizengamot, Portugal is not big. In addition to seats for 100 judges, there are more than a dozen temporary chairs.There are names on the back of the chair, and two observers from the International Wizengamot are placed in the back row.

"The chairs in front are specially prepared for the survivors of the tragedy and the descendants of the victims." After sitting down, Liz said the answer.

In the next 10 minutes, the chairs in the front row were filled with people one after another. They were all dressed in decent black wizard robes—the grandeur was equivalent to a funeral that could leave immediately for any place. They moved their faces, and only nodded to the wizards who were also spectators. A few of them paused for a moment when they glanced at the two people in the back row, and then turned away absent-mindedly. direction, waiting for the hearing.

Heimdall looked in the direction they were looking at, it was the dock.

When the two elderly wizards walked into the court, the almost frozen air in the court eased a little, and everyone stood up to meet them and helped the two old men to sit down.The scars on the old man's face are deep and shallow, shocking. Their faces are haggard and their eyes are dim, as if they are dying and will not be alive soon.

Judge Leeds whispered: "Those two are survivors of the tragedy that year."

Heimdall nodded knowingly.

According to the laws of the wizarding world, there is no plaintiff's seat in this trial, or there is no need for a plaintiff. During the trial, the judge will directly replace the plaintiff's lawyer to question the suspect. If the Portuguese Ministry of Magic is determined to let Mendoza To subdue the law, with their determination to face the gods and kill the gods, Merlin can't stop them even if they are alive.

However, the Portuguese Ministry of Magic still decided to "leave the net". In order to make their trial more justifiable, at a regular press conference, the spokesperson of the Portuguese Ministry of Magic said that they would hire a defense lawyer for Mendoza.As for the candidates for the defense lawyer, the spokesperson did not disclose at the time.

Leeds has received internal information in advance, "There is no lawyer in Portugal who is willing to defend Mendoza."

This is a matter of course. Even if there are a few people who are desperate to become famous, public opinion and other realistic factors have to be faced up to. The work of lawyers emphasizes sustainable development. In addition to their own professional capabilities, word-of-mouth is also very important.I believe that anyone with a brain will not take the initiative to take over Mendoza's mess. This is the rhythm of being cannon fodder, unless you don't want to mess around in Portugal.

"Didn't the Portuguese Ministry of Magic appoint a lawyer?" Heimdall asked.

"Even if you are appointed, you can categorically refuse." Liz said meaningfully.

Not only demonstrated his pure and pure loyalty and patriotism, but also got rid of Mendoza, a hot potato, killing two birds with one stone.

"Who took over in the end?" Heimdall asked curiously.

Liz opened his mouth, then frowned, and calmly took out the notepad under Heimdall's puzzled gaze.

"An Egyptian wizard named Bellavi."

Judge Smeagley Leeds did not remember the man's name.

For the sustainable and upward development of future work, Heimdall struggled to ignore this detail that he complained about thousands of times and never got tired of.

"Could it be sent by the Egyptian Ministry of Magic?" Heimdall asked.

"Of course the Egyptian Ministry of Magic will not admit it publicly, but according to our investigation, this Bellavi is an Egyptian living in Portugal."

The Egyptian Ministry of Magic is Mendoza's true love. Mendoza is just leading the Egyptian Quidditch team out of Africa. If they win the world championship, the Egyptian Ministry of Magic will think of something. Steal the beam and switch the post.Could it be that "out of Africa" ​​has become a pillar industry in Egypt? !

So the two wizards from the International Wizengamot felt deeply how unpopular Lawyer Bellavi was when he appeared on the stage.

In order to wipe out the big monster Mendoza, the Portuguese Wizengamo formed a group with a limit of [-] people.When a hundred wizards dressed in the same wizard robes filed into the judge's seat, the once again stagnant atmosphere in the courtroom underwent a qualitative change.The wizards in the auditorium couldn't help but straighten their backs, and their eyes fell on a certain focus in unison.The two weather-beaten old men also changed, and the hatred in that moment glowed with the little vitality they had left.

When Mendoza was released, the hatred in the courtroom reached its peak.

The wizards in the auditorium stared at the hunched old man with a dusty complexion. Most of them had never seen this reckless executioner with their own eyes. They hoped to remember his appearance through today's trial, instead of death. Family members of the massacre witnessed what happened to Paulo Pedro Mendoza.

Heimdall whispered to Judge Leeds: "What are the plans of the Portuguese Wizengamot?"still……

Although he personally feels a little unreasonable, it exists. Portugal is a member of the International Federation of Wizards, so the Portuguese Wizengamot has no right to execute prisoners directly. They must report to the International Federation of Wizards and obtain the approval of the chief. death penalty.

Killing someone in the wizarding world is not easy.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Smigli Liz smiled abruptly.

The trial of the case was sharp and quick, and it came to an end soon.The whole process was actually a statement of guilt. The defense lawyer had no way to intervene or defend. Every piece of evidence was solid enough for Mendoza to stay in prison for 1 years.The defense attorney sighed disgraced, and with a wry smile announced that there would be no more questions.

Before reading the verdict, the chief judge of the Wizengamo of Portugal read out a written report written by himself on the application for the execution of Paulo Pedro Mendoza.Smeagley Leeds in the last row of the auditorium took off his cloak, revealing the International Wizengamot robes underneath.The wizards in the front row who heard the movement turned back, and Judge Liz stood up under their surprised eyes.

Announced in court: "On behalf of Marselan Girondt, Chief Justice of the International Wizengamot, I declare that I agree to immediate execution."

The wizards in the gallery closed their eyes with relief, comforting the spirits of their ancestors from the bottom of their hearts.

Two elderly survivors were in tears.

The [-] judges on the bench relaxed instantly, another victory for justice, even though it was half a century late.

Mendoza on the dock was bound by iron chains, as if under a petrification spell, he was silent and motionless from beginning to end. He looked at the ground lazily. He didn't know what was going on in his mind. Life, or under the pressure of the death penalty to finally try to repent too late, or think nothing at all.His gray face was like the gray wall behind him, cold and dead.

In a sense, he is dead.